Okay, so, um…here's a story based upon the Jimmy Neutron universe, I recently just became a major fan and had this idea come to me while I was on one of my trips. This is kind of a family-oriented story. So yeah, I'm a JC fan like a lot of the other people . For some reason I like love-hate relationships. So I'm not gonna give so much away but please enjoy! I love feedback by the way, please review and tell me what you think. And check out my other stories in my profile. This is my first JN fanfic so I'm just playing around with the characters a little bit, figuring out the personalities and such. Enjoy!

Disclaimer, I own nothing.

~Soldier78~

Hidden Talent

Ch.1: Dylan the Troublemaker

Dylan Neutron was not like any other nine year olds. She blamed her parents for her restless behavior. Her father was renown super genius with one of the highest IQ, James Neutron and her mother was black belt in karate/other martial arts and skilled in many other creative/athletic abilities, Cynthia (rather Cindy) Neutron. It could explain a few things Dylan had inherited. She was stubborn, abrasive, aggressive…it came to a surprise that she wasn't so much arrogant. In fact, she was completely the opposite. Shy, humble and reserved, Dylan had her own little world except when someone crossed that line that could flip to her alter ego in just a minute.

"Dare you to say that again!" barked the strong nine years old, pinning a helpless male against the concrete.

"Help! Help!" The boy cried. Dylan growled but yelped in surprise when a hand grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, pulling her away from the downed boy.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Dylan hung in the air by the grasp from the gym teacher, Coach Ryan.

"Hey, lemme go!" Dylan ordered, squirming in the grasp.

"Quiet!" barked the gym teacher. Dylan folded her arms, dropping her shoulders. She was finally set back on the ground. "You're going to the Principal's office!"

"What? He started it!" Dylan blamed, pointing to the boy. Her fourth grade teacher was out there, brushing the dirt off of the poor lad.

"I would like to know hoooow this started!" requested Mrs. Fowl, local chicken impersonator.

"He started it!" Dylan repeated with jabbing index finger. "He called my dreams silly because I was a girl."

"Because it's true!"

Dylan rolled up the sleeve of her sweatshirt in the most intimidating way, approaching the boy with daggered eyes.

"Why I oughta-"

"Stooop!" Mrs. Foul cried. Coach Ryan's hand curled around her collar again. "Mr. Ryan, I will talk to Davis while you take Dylan to the Principal's office."

"C'mon you Troublemaking Piece of Scum!"

Dylan heard the door open and she gave a short look over her shoulder, her eyes were filled with the same looks dogs give when they feel guilty.

"Sorry I'm late Mr. Willoughby."

"Don't worry about it Cindy, just please take a seat."

Dylan visibly shrunk in her seat when her mother flashed her daughter a disappointed glare in her direction. Dylan looked away from the daggered eyes.

"Thank you for coming, Mrs. Vort-excuse me, Mrs. Neutron. I still have to get used to that." The Principal of many years chuckled. He cleared his throat. His beady eyes turned from happy going to stern in minutes. Dylan wondered how long it would take for him to keep up the act of professional administrator. "We wanted to have a one-on-one discussion about your daughter. As you should know, this is the fifth time she's been sent to me this year for her…aggressive behavior."

The Neutron matriarch sighed.

"What happened this time?"

"According to Coach Ryan, our playground officer, she physically attacked a fellow classmate after he teased her." Willoughby informed. His chubby fingers intertwined with each other, set on the desk while he spoke to Dylan's mother.

"He insulted me!" Dylan interrupted.

"Be quiet, Dylan." Her mother scolded. Dylan frowned and knitted her brows together, folding her arms over her chest.

"I'm afraid if Dylan doesn't shape up, she might have to be removed from our school."

"Expelled?"

"Disciplinary action must be taken for Dylan's…mishaps."

"I assure you Mr. Willoughby," Cindy began. She glared at her daughter. "I will make sure she won't do it again."

The car ride home was quiet. Dylan could sense the tension between them from her place in the front seat. She noticed her mother's piercing green stare on the road, still filled with that same look of disappointment. Dylan's chin rested on her hand that was propped against the open window.

"Mom, I'm sorry….again." Dylan apologized, weakly.

"Don't think that will get you out of punishment Dylan Curie Neutron." Her mother scolded for the second time that day. "When your father gets home, we will discuss your punishment which will be harsh for your abrasive behavior."

"You're acting as if the entire thing was my fault!" Dylan blurted. She looked her mother in the eye with the similar color eyes she inherited from her father, only lighter.

"Because it was."

"That's not fair, he's the one who started it!" Dylan refuted.

"Yes, but did he physically hit you?"

"Well…no but-"

"No more buts, once we're home, you're going up to your room until we know what to do with you. Understood?"

Dylan sighed.

"Fine."

Dylan's eyes lost their dangerous gleam and turned into despair as she stared at the zooming by road. Her eyes fell to the darkening clouds above, Retroville would finally get a dose of rain, maybe a thunderstorm if Dylan was lucky, there was something cool about electricity discharging in the sky.

As exactly as her mother told her to do, Dylan obeyed her by leaving for her room. She sat on her rolling chair, alone again. Across her desk were scattered papers of sketches and scratch work from homework. One would think the daughter of James Isaac Neutron, the local NASA accomplice, would be the next generation of super genius, coming up with several ideas and designing her future lab but the reality was the fact that Dylan knew jack about science and math. It made her bored and always wanting to take a nap. When her father boasted about his latest project at the dinner table, Dylan pretended to be interested but had her mind elsewhere. Maybe on something that would make her parents proud, Dylan could only wish.

She let out a cry of anguish and swiped at the papers, the parchment flew into the air and some fell off the desk. She stormed over to her bed and laid down, staring up at her ceiling that was dotted with the solar system. There was the Milky Way, the several galaxies her father could name but she couldn't. All she could name was the big, fat planet of Jupiter, medium planet of Earth and the Sun.

There was a knock on her door.

"You in there, Squirt?"

Dylan sat up. Only her father would call her Squirt.

"Yeah, come in, Dad." Dylan reported.

Her door opened and her Dad entered the room, shutting it behind him and holding something behind his back. Dylan was too depressed to ask him questions about it. Jimmy walked over to the bed, setting aside the object and sat next to his daughter.

"Your mother informs me that you had another fight at school." Jimmy announced. Dylan shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess." She solemnly agreed.

"What was it this time? Cooties? Bullying?"

"Davis insulted me today. Saying that my dreams won't happen because I'm a girl."

"Your dreams?" Jimmy rarely heard of his daughter's wishes for her future. Her reclusive nature was a completely mysterious to both her parents.

"Yeah, it made me so mad Dad. I just had to sock him." Dylan informed with a gestured punch. Jimmy laughed at his daughter's gut reaction and took a hold of her clenched fist.

"You know violence is never the answer, Dylan." Jimmy stated to her.

"That's stupid." Dylan grunted. "What am I suppose to do, let someone insult me and stand helpless?"

Jimmy gave a hearty chuckle towards his daughter's demeanor.

"Your mother thought the same thing when she your age."

"Mom, huh?" Dylan said, looking away sadly. "Does she hate me or something? Every time I get in trouble, sending me to my room is her answer."

"Dylan, absolutely not." Jimmy scolded her. "Why would think such a thing? Your mother loves you just as much as I do."

Dylan let out a deep breath. Her father cleared his throat and reached behind him.

"Don't let your mother know I gave you this." He announced, showing her his latest contraption. Dylan gasped and picked it up from his hands. She looked over it. It was a board, shaped like a regular skateboard…

"What is it?" She asked.

"I call it a hover-board. It works like a skateboard only without the wheels." He explained. That was a good enough urge for the youth to give it a test run. Immediately, she set the board down and stood on it. Jimmy watched his curious daughter hop on and just as plan, it rose from the air. There was a large grin that adopted Dylan's face. With that grin, Dylan snapped her legs around and the board swung. She attempted a flip only to have it backfire and send her plummeting onto her floor. Her father stood up in concern. "Dylan, you okay?"

There was laughter coming from the floor.

"That was awesome!"

The giddy child jumped up to her feet and ran up to hug her father.

"Thanks Dad."

"James! Dylan! What was that?!"

"Uh-oh." Dylan voiced. Jimmy only laughed.

"Don't worry Squirt, I'll take care of it. Just get ready for dinner." The genius told her. He stopped himself before leaving her room. Instead, he went back up to her and knelt down to her as she slid the board under her bed. He placed a hand on her shoulder. Dylan looked at him with those sky-blue eyes. "And don't worry about this Davis. You'll prove him wrong one day."

Dylan couldn't help but grin at her confident father.

"You sure, Dad?"

Dylan felt his hand tussle her hair.

"Of course, you're a Neutron!"

To be continued.

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