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Team Alphanumeric
Cubed Rooted
by SSJ04 Mewtwo

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"Where do they find these people? That letter wasn't even in the puzzle."
"These are the people that can't cut it on Jeopardy. Besides, not everyone has your grasp of the English language, Beck."
"Yeah, but still Tim...,oooh! Buy a vowel!" Tim chuckles as he gets another handful of popcorn. The two were cuddled together on the floor sharing a bowl of popcorn and watching Wheel of Fortune.

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"They're so cute." Sally Botsford comments from the kitchen as she watches her daughter and Tim watching television.
"They're still too young." Mr. Botsford states.
"You do realize we've got sitting in our living room the two most mature kids in this city don't you?"
"His mother probably hasn't given him the...,'talk'."
"How could she find the time? She's working almost around the clock. That's why he's here most of the time and why he's spending the night tonight. Besides, do you think a kid like him doesn't know about that?"
"I guess you're right...,but still, she's our little girl."
"Yes, but a fourteen year old girl who's feeling things for the first time. We've got to give them some slack so they can hang themselves later with it."
"He's the only one that can get away with calling her 'Beck'." Mr. Botsford comments. "I can't even do that without her getting mad."

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"There," Tim says as he finishes setting up his inflatable mattress, "that wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be." He plops himself down onto the mattress.
"Have you found out a way to stop those 'hormone rays'?" Becky asks from her bed.
"No. I don't know how Mr. Big and Dr. Two Brains can build things that control the mind. The brain is an organ that I cannot understand fully." Becky rolls over to the side of the bed near where Tim was laying and she reaches down to caress his cheek.
"You'll figure it out." she says and Tim leans into her touch.

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The plan was simple. One member of the Cubed Root would be materialized down to the surface of the blue little planet. He would follow weapon 2X² and the Lexiconian. Once the officer new their routine, he would set up an ambush. Which was what the Decimalian was doing at this moment. The weapon he was carrying looked like something a professional assassin would carry. He looks through the telescopic lens and gets a bead on his target. He grips the trigger and squeezes it. Instead of energy or a metal projectile, a small, black dart whizzes out.
"Ouch," Tim says feeling a sting on the back of his neck.
"What is it?" Becky asks.
"It felt like I got...," but Tim starts falling down towards the sidewalk."
"Tim!" she shouts and catches him. She checks the back of his neck to find a small black dart imbedded in his neck. She looks around at the rooftops to see if she could find the one who might have done this. Seeing someone on one of the roofs, she transforms into her WordGirl costume and flies off while Huggy watches over Tim.

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'Target has been taken out. I better signal for transport before...'
"Hold it! Who are you?"
"I'm part of the Cubed Root. A military arm of the Decimal Empire, you Lexiconian scum."
"What have you've done to Tim?"
"Weapon 2X² is to be terminated. That dart contains a genetically engineered poison that will destroy his DNA. It's the only thing that could kill him without causing a seen on this backwater world." the officer states and turns away from the Lexiconian. WordGirl attacks knocking the Decimalian down and puts her foot on his spine.
"Is there a cure?!" she growls applying pressure to the Decimalian's spine.
"Officer 23654-432634-66543 to commander...,emergency materialization now! I'm under attack by the Lexiconian!" he shouts through his communicator. Two seconds later the Decimalian vanishes in a grey light.

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"What happened to him?" Ms. Drakesford asks of Becky in an empty room at the hospital.
"I told you, he was poisoned." Becky responds.
"I'm a lawyer too, dear. I know when someone is lying or is covering up something."
"What...,me? Covering up something?" she asks. Bob looks worried knowing that the secret might have to come out.
"Would it help that I'll treat this as attorney client privileged information?"
Becky sighs and transforms. "I'm WordGirl, one half of Team Alphanumeric."
"That means...,"
"Yes, Ms. Drakesford. Tim is MathWiz."
"I should have known. Everywhere we've moved MathWiz seemed to follow us. So, why is my son laying in a hospital bed losing his life?"
"His own people tried to kill him. Tim was originally a genetically engineer Decimalian that was supposed to help his race defeat mine."
"I knew he was not from this world, but I didn't realize he was that special."
"His people, for some reason, have decided to terminate him."
"Can...,"
"No. No medical knowledge on this planet can save him. For your sake and me and Tim's you mustn't let anyone know of our identities, even my parents."
"I understand, but how...,"
"Do you have any clients that might have had enough money and reason to do this?"
"Hmmmm, you're getting better at covering up your secret."
"Tim is a good example to follow.
"C'mon, I've kept you from him long enough." Ms. Drakesford says and the two leave. 'I'm going to have to send him to my mother's this summer. I don't want him to jump into something I don't think he's ready for, even if he's a super hero. I just hope a miracle can save him.'

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"There's weapon 2X²." one of the admirals says as they watch the transmissions from the probe.
"Earth science won't be able to save him." the leader of the Cubed Root says.
"the report from your officer states that he was attacked by that Lexiconian." a second admiral states pointing to Becky.
"Yes. Apparently, the gravity of this Earth is at least one tenth of ours. It's probably one fifteenth that of Lexicon."
"At least she doesn't have the command of the Lexiconian fleet. She'd probably order the destruction of our planet if she were in command." a third admiral states.
"You've got to get better...,do you here me?! You've got to get better." Becky says with tears in her eyes.
"Hmmm, I wonder if Lexiconians mate for life like we do?" a scientist says watching weapon 2X²'s reaction to the poison.
"Who cares. He's good as dead and we didn't have to kill the Lexiconian." the second admiral says.
"You are a heartless man aren't you?" the third asks.
"It's war. No one has time for having a heart." the second bites back.
"You have to come back to me." Becky says holding Tim's hand. "You said that you always listen to me, so get better ok." her super hearing picks up several members of Mr. Big's circle committing a crime, "I've got to save the city again. You get over this, do you hear me? Get better."
"How long?" the head of the Cubed Root asks.
"Should be another five, ten minutes." the scientist states watching the heart monitor. Three minutes later, Tim's body starts twitching. He then begins coughing and hacking.
"What's happening?" the second admiral asks.
"I don't know. The poison should be destabilizing his DNA by now. It wasn't supposed to cause discomfort during the process." the scientist replies. Several nurses and doctors come into the room after Tim's mother had called for them. Tim starts hacking up a black substance. A nurse had quickly retrieved a bedpan and Tim's hacking became worse. For five minutes Tim regurgitates the black ooze along with what he had ate for lunch. Tim falls back onto the bed once the coughing and throwing up ended. One of the nurses quickly checks his temperature and finds out that it was normal.
"Mother? What happened? Where's Beck?" Tim hoarsely asks.
"Get a sample of that boy's blood now! Get it to the lab quickly! And get this to the lab as well." the doctor states pointing to the bedpan full of the black substance.
"What the hell just happened?" the second admiral asks.
"The probe was running its own scans of weapon 2X², I'll call them up." the scientist states and pushes a few buttons. He reads the output and looks astonished.
"What is it?" the third admiral asks.
"The DNA somehow found a way around the poison's effects." the scientist says still stunned.
"How?!" the second admiral asks furiously.
"I don't know how, but his immune system somehow decided instead of fighting the poison, it would expel it from his body. His system was purged of all nutrients and foreign substances, including the poison."
"You said that he's programmed at the genetic level to obey orders from the highest ranking officer. Is it possible that his DNA interpreted that Lexiconian's pleas as orders?" the third asks.
"That is the most likely theory." the scientist states.

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'If he's dead, I'm going to drag Mr. Big to Jail myself if I have to.' WordGirl says flying back towards the hospital. She finds the window to the room Tim was staying in and opens it. She sees Tim laying there watching Wheel of Fortune. "Tim?"
"Hey Beck. I'm not going to die apparently. I guess my genetic engineering...," he starts to say, but WordGirl throws herself at him hugging him.
"Oh Tim...,I thought...,"
"It'll take more than that to take me away from you, beck."
"I...,I...,love you. And I'm sorry that I had to tell your mother...,"
"No apology necessary. She needed to know and she has her ways of finding out things she thinks she needs to know. And I love you too."

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