# Kyon: Big Damn Hero

## Obligatory Anachronic Order Explanation Arc I

### Chapter One: Scene Twelve, the Ninth Big Fight

Disclaimer: The novel series of Suzumiya Haruhi that began with 'The
Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi' is the creation of Nagaru Tanigawa. No
disrespect is intended by the posting of this fanfiction, as I do not own the
characters or settings involved. I'm merely dabbling with another set of
paints. TVtropes(dot)org is part of the public domain, I think? I actually
couldn't find a 'legal' section on the site!

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* * *

"Chapter One: The Truth is the Greatest Weapon"

"...of dozens of issues with maintaining a 'masquerade' scenario. Generally,
unless it's absolutely required, it's a bad idea. There _will_ be fallout. If
it _must_ be done, the truth is still going to be the ultimate weapon -- plan
accordingly, and make sure it's a weapon that will serve _you_, and not any
enemies. Barring that, make fast friends with someone who can BS better than
you."

"Cover" -- Author Unknown

* * *

Haruhi bounced on her heels with a wide grin, holding Kyon's cell phone in
both hands as she remained in the center of the glowing circle. "I _knew_ it!"
she cheered. "There was _something_ off about Asakura! What is it?"

"Um..." the onetime class representative said, frowning.

"She's alien," Kyon volunteered. "From the same place as Yuki-chan and
Kimidori, but she tried to kill me once."

"Whaaaat? What did you do to make her mad?" Haruhi asked, looking at him in
bemusement.

"Er," Asakura said, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Evidently my
information requires an update. I was sent to dispatch Kyon-kun, because he's
become an undesirable element for my superiors. Really, I'd hoped to see a new
state, maybe even provoke it with his death. But, those toys seem to say
that's already happened! So disappointing ... I suppose if I'd been more
patient, I could see it anyway?"

"I personally like to see it as a lesson on the effects of _randomly stabbing
people_," Kyon muttered.

"Oh, it wasn't random," she countered. "It was highly specific! I put a whole
two hours of thought into it, you know. For us, that's quite a while!"

"I'm touched," he said dryly.

"Blah blah blah," Haruhi muttered, crossing her arms over her chest and
rolling her eyes. "Skip the speeches -- if I don't know the complete back
story, it's all meaningless to me. I think it's about time we get down to
business, right?"

"Happy to oblige!" Asakura said brightly, as their surroundings pulsed, the
window turning into a gunmetal gray steel barrier, strange patterns coalescing
across the walls. The circle on the floor around Haruhi abruptly winked out.
"Now, I've converted the entire space of this stairwell into-"

Kyon spun on one foot, crying out with a great, "Ki-yah!" and kicking the door
halfway across the roof. Sparing no more time, he swept Haruhi up in one arm
and dashed through the opening.

"Waaah!" she protested. "Why are you running away!?"

"Confined spaces," he answered, sliding to a halt in the middle of the roof
and setting her down. "Speed dial two again."

"Right, right," she mumbled, reactivating the circle of light. "So, what's so
great about this if she can just turn it off, anyway?"

"It's a barrier and emergency help function," he answered, reactivating the
beam saber and reassuming a defensive stance. "Unless she seals this space off
-- again -- she can't disable it."

Asakura gave a pained sigh as she stepped through the jagged distortion
between her controlled dataspace and the rooftop. "You shouldn't be able to
manipulate data like that," she said reprovingly. "I suppose that means it's
time to stop holding back." She clapped her hands together before her and drew
them apart, flinging a fan of dozens of identical knives outward. Kyon
maintained his guard position, his free hand already clenched into a fist, the
metal ridges of his skinsuit facing outward.

The knives adjusted their course, most homing in on him to suddenly be halted
by a semi-circular barrier of glowing blue force before shattering into
nothingness, but a handful stopping suddenly in the space over the circle
around Haruhi. He opened his mouth to retort, but Asakura was already within
his guard, driving yet another blade into his stomach. The inner carbon-nano-
weave of the greatcoat and the force field of the skinsuit beneath it
converted the stabbing force into a distributed shock wave, so instead of
being pierced, Kyon was merely hit with the force of a speeding minivan,
flying clear across the roof with a choked grunt.

"In the end," Asakura remarked, watching his form tumble off the edge of the
school building, "all those toys are pretty silly if you don't actually know
how to use them."

"You have to give him credit, though," Haruhi said, peering very closely at
the knives frozen over her barrier, not even glancing back to where Kyon had
vanished. "He comes up with one hell of a distraction ploy, doesn't he?"

The blue-haired interface cocked her head to one side, blinking. "What?"

* * *

The sensation of being hit with a force that would crush a mid-sized car into
a work of modern art was not entirely new, but was without a doubt extremely
unpleasant. His skinsuit did what it could to distribute the kinetic force
evenly across his body, so the crushing pain was at least perfectly uniform in
infliction. The balancing gizmos gave up the ghost on keeping him upright, and
struggled to guarantee he wouldn't land wherever he flew head-first. His
gravity manipulation defenses all strained to bleed the inertia of his impact
off without even _more_ pain, but the end result was that he didn't slow
appreciably until after he passed the edge of the five story rooftop.

Not what he'd hoped for by a long shot. All of the 'toys' would keep him
mobile, even if he was afraid he'd need to be _poured_ out of the skinsuit
when it was over. He'd have to beg Nagato or Haruhi to help him out and repair
things later, but there was just too damn much to keep track of with all the
attack vectors, defensive capabilities....

"It started off such a nice day, too," he mumbled, as his forward momentum was
arrested and he began the downward plummet in earnest. How had it come to
this, anyway...?

* * *

That day had started normally enough, but then, in his experience, that was
true of nearly all days. This had caused him to become naturally suspicious of
every day, to the point where he was starting to suspect a slow but sure slide
into absolute paranoia. Haruhi was taking her toll on him ... even if she
_was_ calming down, her behavior after that horrific (in retrospect) run-in
with Sasaki was doing absolutely nothing to soothe him.

His preferred refuge from total madness was quite simple: Drink some milk.

He didn't know why it had such a calming, reassuring effect on him, but it
did. So he poured himself a large glass in the kitchen, one ear perking up and
catching the sounds of his sister playing a video game in the living room.
Damn it, he thought. He'd even left his cell in the other room specifically to
lay a claim on the system!

Seriously, he thought darkly, taking a large swallow of his milk, the system
was a Playstation Two -- about ten _years_ out of date now, and he had to haul
it all the way upstairs if he wanted to play games in his room. He probably
shouldn't even bother getting worked up about such an antiquated gaming
system. Even if it was the only gaming system in the house. His phone rang and
he sighed, rolling his eyes but staying in the kitchen.

"Kyon-kun," his sister called, pausing the game with a loud chirp, "phone!"

He lowered his glass, already able to anticipate Haruhi demanding his
participation in something. "Answer it for me," he called back between gulps.
"I'm busy."

"Okaaaaaay," she said, before he heard her say, "Kyon-kun's phone! He's too
lazy to answer!"

"Thanks," he muttered under his breath.

"Oh? Okay! I'll tell him. Feel better!" Then her voice rose from
conversational, to an unnecessary bellow, "Kyon-kun! Yuki-nee-san says she's
sick and really wants you to visit her!"

He didn't even bother to grab the phone on the way out.

"Can I come with..." she began, before the door slammed shut. Shrugging, she
turned back to the game after flipping Kyon's phone closed.

* * *

He calculated the ride to Nagato's place as a twenty minute trip, at one
point. When he reached the lobby, barely pausing long enough to lock up his
bike, he wondered if he'd beaten his best time, but didn't feel the need to
check. Instead, he dashed to the console, still gasping for breath, and
fumbled, mis-dialing her room number and needing to hammer the 'cancel' button
to dial again. "Nagato!" he called, the second she picked up. "It's me!"

The door opened.

After taking the elevator to her floor, he slowed his mad pace, seeing her
standing outside the doorway to her apartment, waiting for him. He tried to
imagine that he saw some relief around her eyes when he reached her side, but
wasn't confident enough to be certain that was the case. "Nagato," he said,
nodding. "What's wrong?"

She gestured him inside, leading him to the table. He kicked off his shoes and
went to the kotatsu, watching her warily.

After pouring a cup of tea for each of them in silence, she finally spoke.
"The Integrated Data Sentience Entity has determined that I have become a
liability," she said in a soft monotone, nearly devoid of inflection.

He stared at her for a long minute, blinking. "What ... do you mean?"

"Factors within my makeup have become too unpredictable. It has been
calculated that I will commit another error. To prevent this, deletion has
been scheduled in three hours, twenty one minutes, fifteen seconds; I will be
replaced with an interface more suited to defending against possible Sky
Canopy Domain interference."

After taking a deep breath, he growled, "There isn't enough milk in the
world."

She blinked several times in response.

"How set is this?" he asked, his hands shaking too much to hold the teacup
properly.

"It is absolute."

He took another deep breath, then jumped to his feet, nearly upsetting the
table, and began pacing back and forth in her living room. She watched him
silently. "Okay," he said, after a moment of thought. "I'll just--" He broke
off, fumbling at his pocket when he realized his phone was still at home.
Biting off a curse, he asked, "Can I use your phone, Nagato? I need to call
Haruhi and the others."

For a moment, mild disappointment flickered around her eyes. "It is not
necessary."

He stared at her, then shook his head. "What do you mean?"

"I requested your presence for ... personal reasons," she said. "It was not a
request for help."

"I don't care!" he shouted. "I've always relied on you -- now that you need
help, I am _not_ going to just stand by and watch you get taken away from--
From us!"

She blinked, considering, then lowered her head slightly in her infinitesimal
nod. "I see," she said quietly.

"So, I need to make some phone calls."

"Understood."

* * *

She couldn't imagine what had possessed Kyon to call her, ranting like a
lunatic about Yuki being sick. But he'd done it from _her_ phone, which meant
for whatever reason that he and Yuki were alone together. She wasn't certain
why that bothered her, but it did -- so when he demanded her presence, instead
of telling him what he could do for trying to order the Brigade leader around,
she swore that she'd be there.

After trekking all the way there, much to her annoyance, she found that she
was the last to arrive.

Mikuru sat at one side of the table, opposite Yuki. Koizumi sat between them,
his eternal smile faded to half its normal strength. Kyon himself stood next
to her -- he was the one who had answered the intercom and let her in. She
narrowed her eyes at him and kicked her shoes off, storming into the room to
Yuki's side and immediately pressing one palm onto the smaller girl's
forehead. "You don't feel feverish," she finally commented. "But if you're
sick, you shouldn't be up and about anyway."

"Not sick," Yuki answered. When Haruhi turned to Kyon and scowled at him, she
corrected, "Dying."

Her irritation at Kyon's practical joke momentarily blew away, like settled
dust being disturbed. "Dying!?" she yelped, turning to stare at the smaller
girl. "What of? _How_?"

Yuki blinked twice, then answered, "I am not able to say."

"Mikuru?"

"Um ... classified."

She scowled at Koizumi, daring _him_ to be a defiant annoyance, too. "I don't
know," he said, looking embarrassed and flustered.

Turning around, she glared at Kyon, letting her irritation return and focus on
him full-force. "I am not in the mood for pranks!" she snapped. "This better
not be a joke!"

"I wish it was," he said back crossly, and she found herself taken aback at
the force in his tone. She had a mental catalog of Kyon-like behaviors, and
this fell firmly into the category of the seldom-seen but always feared
_angry_ Kyon. Dour, upset, irked, sarcastic, caustic ... sure. But angry?

Hell, she'd once smashed his head into her desk -- entirely on accident -- and
he was only _annoyed_. And it wasn't for hitting his head, it was for
disrupting a class! Never mind that he had been dozing off before that.

She'd seen him genuinely angry two times. Only once had it been at her. She
hated that memory more than anything else she knew about him, but couldn't
dare to forget it. Once it had been at -- of all things -- his unfinished
homework over summer break, though that was the lesser of the two displays;
also the first. She didn't understand it, but she knew whatever it was, she
wanted to be on his side against it.

Even then, some small part of her really didn't like the way that when he
chose to, he simply seized command of her precious hand-crafted Brigade and,
no matter how cute it was--

She firmly suplexed that thought into oblivion.

"Alright," she said evenly. "Tell me what's going on."

Kyon ran his hands through his hair and began pacing, not looking at her.
Good; she wasn't the one who had made him mad.

"Have a seat," he said. "This may take a bit, and I need a promise from you
before we start."

"I'm not making a blind promise," she retorted, though she did take the seat
opposite Koizumi, between Mikuru and Yuki. Yuki wordlessly poured her a cup of
tea, which she threw back in a single gulp.

"I need you to promise to listen to everything we have to say before leaving,"
he answered.

"That's stupid," she grumbled. "If Yuki's in danger, what kind of person do
you take me for?" She wasn't _that_ bad about ignoring the needs of her
brigade members.

"Even so."

"Fine," she sighed. "I promise. Now can you get on with it?"

"Okay," he said, pacing around to the window. "Almost a year ago -- last May
-- we ended up going on a city search where no one but you and I showed up."

"I remember," she said, annoyed. A stupid practical joke on his part ...
though, it had given her the idea for the movie.

"I told you that aliens, espers, and time travelers really existed, right?"

"We're going back to that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah, okay, you remember it, so I don't need to say it again," he said with a
shrug. "Koizumi, you promised that if it had to happen, you'd stand next to me
when Yuki needed our help. Remember?"

"Yes," the smiling boy said, though his smile had completely vanished. "As
much as it scares me.... Suzumiya-san, Kyon-kun is speaking the truth."

"You're an esper?" she asked him doubtfully. He gave a solemn nod, and she
internalized a sigh. What, was Kyon just _acting_? Was this his unsubtle way
of saying he wanted to be a star in the next movie, not just a camera man? She
had to admit, his emotion seemed genuine, but why couldn't he just have
_asked_ her? There was an awful lot he could have just asked for, and never
bothered to!

That thought was drop-kicked to fly off next to the last banished thought.

"And, Mikuru, you're a time traveler?" she asked, idly spinning her teacup on
the table before her.

"Um ... that is ... I can't...."

"Asahina-san," Kyon broke in suddenly, "please ask your supervisor to
declassify this for me."

Mikuru stared at Kyon, her eyes large and confused. "Y...yes," she agreed, her
glance flickering nervously to Haruhi before she pressed a hand against the
side of her face, and her eyes became unfocused. They abruptly snapped back
into focus, though her expression had become comically bewildered. "I ... they
said yes!? I don't understand! Kyon-kun, how-"

"That's ... classified," he answered, looking away. "Anyway, go ahead and
explain it to Haruhi."

"Oh! Um, Suzumiya-san ... what he says is true! I am a time traveler, though,
it's more accurate to say that I'm a visitor from the future who is projected
into the past, almost like a two-dimensional image projected into--"

"Right, right," Haruhi cut her off. "You're a time traveler. Understood."
Though, Mikuru's acting skills had picked up quite a bit, too.... This better
not be a ploy to make Kyon the male lead opposite Mikuru in the next movie!
Saving that thought for later, she turned her gaze to Yuki. "And you're an
alien?"

"The function allowing me to confirm or deny that data has been denied at this
juncture in time," she answered. Turning to Kyon, she added, "One hour and
twenty minutes remain."

He bit off a curse, running his hands through his hair. Haruhi was taken aback
again ... he obviously didn't like getting bad grades or doing poorly on
exams, but he almost never got _this_ stressed about things. This was starting
to become unnerving.

"Okay," she said, before he could speak. "Look, this has gone far enough. I
get it, alright? Your practical joke ... okay. Fine. What are you really
after? Producer? Co-director? You want to help write the script for the next
movie? Let's just cut to the chase -- this isn't really fun, especially since
it's at my expense!"

"At _your_ expense--" That had done it, she realized, flinching back. Now some
of his anger was directed at her, though he quickly controlled it, smacking
one palm against his face. "Last May," he said, "you came to class with your
hair in a ponytail."

She suddenly couldn't meet his eyes, and a previously suplexed thought began
to climb back into her awareness.

"It was hot!" she said defensively. "What of it?"

"You had a dream -- a nightmare -- that night," he added.

"So?" She forced her heartbeat to still. She'd _told_ him that much, why
wouldn't he remember? She did, after all, even now.

"So, in your dream, you watched giant blue creatures smash apart the school,
and you were very excited about abandoning the Brigade -- your friends -- and
leading an exciting new life in whatever world was to come." Koizumi looked
uncomfortable. Mikuru's face turned red, and she began studying the bottom of
her teacup intently. Yuki merely stared at her, unblinking.

"I never told anyone that," she mumbled.

"In the end, I told you that I wanted to come back to _this_ world," Kyon
said. "That it was more interesting than you realized. Do I have to say what I
did to wake you up?"

She felt her face color. "N...no," she managed. "Who-- No, _what_ are you?"

"I am a normal person," he told her, shrugging. "I happen to have traveled to
parallel worlds. I have traveled through time. I've seen some amazing things
... but through it all, I always come back _here_ to be with my friends."

It was getting very strange, and she didn't know why, but the conversation was
starting to make her uncomfortable. Maybe the knowledge of her dream was just
an expert analysis based on her personality? The refusal to mention the kiss
specifically was because they didn't _know_? But she wasn't certain she wanted
to hear him say it _was_ a kiss, here, right now....

And she'd _promised_ she would listen. "You're claiming that you're a
_slider_?" she asked, blinking, buying herself some time to think.

He was momentarily startled by the question, then exchanged a glance with
Koizumi, who shrugged. "Actually, Kyon-kun, you may be," the supposed esper
said, smiling. "That would explain why one never seemed to appear; it was
you!"

"Never mind that!" he said quickly, shaking his head. "Haruhi, there's
something I have to tell you, something I think will make you believe me."

"What's that?" She couldn't think of anything else to say or ask.

"Tanabata last year was the first time I traveled back in time," he began, his
expression solemn. "I went to a night three years earlier. That would be
Tanabata four years ago. While I was there, I was sent to East Middle school,
carrying Asahina-san on my back."

"Y...you're..." she gasped, her eyes widening as the world around her spun,
the amazing, simultaneously horrifying and delightful realization that he was
speaking the truth was making her dizzy.

"And I met a younger version of yourself, and wrote the message, 'I am here'
on the school grounds, following your instructions. You asked who I was, and I
told you that I went by ... John Smith."

"_You're_ John Smith!" She wasn't aware of getting up from the table,
uncertain if she had moved around or just jumped over it -- she just knew that
she had flung herself at him, tackling him to the floor and grabbing on
tightly. "I _knew_ it!" she yelled. "I _knew_ I'd find you again!"

* * *

"Hmm," Ryouko mused, turning slowly around, to where her sealed space in the
stairway had been breached. "It was broken from the outside, somehow? I
wonder--" The shrill buzz of a brilliant energy beam licked out from the roof
of the tiny structure that housed the stairwell.

Ryouko was struck in the chest dead-center of mass, her entire body glowing
white for a second before she staggered-- Instantly another beam shot out from
the same location, lighting slightly to one side, near the girl's left
shoulder. A third, though not as brightly glowing shot was somewhat lower,
near her stomach, and Ryouko dropped to her knees, eyes widened. "High yield
neutron flare?" she asked. "Quantum entanglement to disrupt my connection...."

De-stealthing, Kyon stood from his hiding place atop the stairwell housing,
his greatcoat billowing behind him. The end of his weapon was glowing orange
with discharge, the shape changed from a simple cylinder to a much thinner
meter-long construction of sturdy rails and curving hand guards. He slung it
over his shoulder and ignored it, pulling the second cylinder from his coat
and leaping the twenty meter distance between himself and Ryouko.

Beneath him, a widening circle of dust marked where he leaped from, and while
in midair he flipped over, a sequence of touch-points converting the unadorned
cylinder into a stocky, blunt, two-handed gun. It fired with a rasping cough,
launching a ring of metallic spikes to burrow into the rooftop around Ryouko,
and then a grid of crackling brissant energy raked between each of the spikes,
snaring the girl in a glowing, shuddering net.

"Ah," she said, her voice disappointed as Kyon's repulsor and gravimetric
systems flared his momentum and spread it evenly across the entire rooftop,
landing him near Haruhi, at Ryouko's side. "I failed again."

"Is that going to hurt her?" Haruhi asked, crossing her arms over her chest
and raising an eyebrow at Kyon in concern.

"Hurt her?" he asked, somewhat indignantly. "Haruhi, she's tried to kill me.
Three times, now, and you just saw one of them! Your primary concern is that I
not _hurt_ her?" He muttered to himself beneath his breath, folding away his
firearm into storage.

Haruhi tapped a toe impatiently, still staring at him.

Pulling a phone identical to the one Haruhi was holding from one pocket, he
punched a key. "Nagato should be here shortly," he added, shaking his head.
"This is all up to you. I already know you'll take care of things just fine."

"Yes!" she said, pumping one fist in the air. "I get to do something! Hey,
how's the future?"

"It's awesome," he said, annoyed. "Try and have some pity for the me that
nearly got murdered off a building, huh? Anyway, just so you know, she's
programmed to try and kill me; she won't do anything to you. And you won't see
me tomorrow at school, because I'm going to be ... well. You'll find out."

"Okay," she agreed, frowning. "But, hey, why aren't you going to be around?"

"Further information is not available here," he warned, shaking his head.
"Now, when you see that other me, tell him I said 'hi', like I always do." He
paused before glancing at his phone again with a grimace. "My time's up," he
announced, re-engaging his stealth field and vanishing from sight.

"What?" Ryouko asked, still trapped in the containment field. "He just
abandoned me here with you?"

"Damn it," Kyon groaned, from where he was just climbing over the edge of the
building, breathing hard. "I hate when I have to rely on time-travel to take
care of things."

"Oh!" Haruhi said cheerfully. "Future-you says 'hi', like always!"

"Yeah? That guy always annoys me. Probably almost as much as I'm annoyed by
having to save past-me." There was a flash of light and a warping of space,
and then Nagato appeared at Haruhi's side. The circle of illumination around
Haruhi's feet had vanished.

While Nagato knelt to examine Ryouko, Haruhi dashed to Kyon's side and helped
him stand. "How bad was it, anyway? Future-you seemed to think you weren't
very tough, and that you were hurt pretty badly."

"I think I've got some internal bleeding," he said, wincing, one hand pressed
to his abdomen. "And some of my gear is messed up from the impact and
overload. While this is fun for you, I wouldn't mind some medical assistance."

"Sure!" she said cheerfully, clapping one hand on his shoulder. "Happy,
healing, all-better thoughts!"

"Medical program loaded," Nagato added helpfully from where she was studying
the other interface. "Permission to proceed?"

"Granted," Kyon said, straightening up as a sparkle of green and white lights
suffused up from the rooftop beneath him, flowing through his body and undoing
the damage. "Oh, that feels so much better! Thank you; that probably saved my
life. And for future reference, you can probably assume that I'm okay with
that one being used."

"Acknowledged," Nagato agreed.

"Hmm, hey, Kyon, you know, you're going to have to really step up your game,"
Haruhi said suddenly, tossing his cell phone back to him.

He scowled, pocketed it, and then banished all of his equipment, the greatcoat
taking the longest to phase out of view. "What's that supposed to mean?" he
asked in irritation.

"Well, this is fun and all, but you can hardly expect me to take your lectures
on using power responsibly seriously when you're always relying on your future
self to save you," she warned, raising one finger and waggling it at him.

He sighed and hung his head. "You know, I really am trying my hardest," he
muttered, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away toward the sea.
"But I can't just leave you alone, and Nagato can't handle another interface
right now."

"And you did such a great job!" Ryouko encouraged from beneath her energy net.
"Time travel, is it? Now that's one tool you seem to know how to use well."

"It's fine," Nagato said tonelessly. "Asakura Ryouko is isolated and confined;
she is limited to her organic functions at this moment. After she is
dispatched, I will retrieve defenses to protect against further interference."

"Waaaait!" Haruhi yelled, stomping one foot and spinning to face Yuki.
"'Dispatched'? I don't think so! If you need something from her, there's got
to be a way to do it without killing her! What's the point of running into
another alien, just to kill them?"

"But the fighting is fine," Kyon observed, stretching his arms above his head,
then swiveling his hips, stretching his spine out. "After all, no one of any
importance was smashed off a building."

"Kyon!"

"Alright," he said, shaking his head. "I don't really want Asakura to die
either. But if her body were destroyed, she'd just go back to the place she
came from. At least, as I understand it." He shot a questioning glance toward
Nagato.

She didn't meet his eyes.

"Good!" Haruhi nodded decisively, grinning again. "Yuki, let's come up with a
backup plan. Something that will let you get your power-up and let us reform
Ryouko. Can we do that?"

Nagato stared intently at Ryouko, then gave a decisive nod. "Awaiting
program," she announced.

"Hmm," Haruhi mused, narrowing her eyes and peering intently at Ryouko, who
merely watched back curiously. "Um ... some kind of second chance ... a chance
to start over, prove herself, and ... let's see, realize she doesn't want to
kill Kyon at all. And she gets to give Yuki what she needs to make her equal
to the next interface that comes along.... But no brainwashing, that's not
cool. So, maybe an 'evil' module or something like that, which Yuki can purify
and use for good, letting Ryouko learn how to become a nicer person? Yeah!
That sounds very good! Let's do that."

The pinned interface blinked several times, then turned her eyes to Kyon from
beneath the glowing energy net. "None of this has been reported to my
superiors," she commented. "It's entirely possible that this new knowledge
could change their perceptions; there's no reason to be hasty!"

"Program loaded," Nagato replied. "Permission to proceed?"

"We can be reasonable!" Ryouko protested.

"You're probably the most reasonable person I've ever had try to kill me,"
Kyon agreed. "But I remember that time you _did_ stab me all too well."

"No stabbing!" Haruhi said in a chastising tone. "Bad Ryouko! No class rep
votes for you!"

"...you don't really think that's her prime concern, do you? Aside from which,
did you even vote last time?"

"It isn't," Ryouko agreed. "And no, she didn't. But, about being
reasonable...?"

"Anything that I should know about this program, Nagato?" Kyon asked, quirking
one eyebrow higher.

"It will be beneficial to all involved," Nagato assured him, while Haruhi
nodded knowingly.

"Okay," he sighed, shaking his head. "Granted."

Then smaller girl turned her gaze back to Ryouko's bound form, the faintest
hint of a smile coming to her lips. "I will not let you harm him again."

* * *

Kyon hadn't had time to think about things before. Part of that was from a
certainty that if he had let himself think about things, it could easily
become too late to do anything. Part of it was his desire to make sure he
could find his way back to his own world. But most of it was the fact that he
could deal with the _world_ going away, as long as he could keep the Brigade
intact, regardless of his position in it.

Though, that thought in mind, when he awoke, he stared out the window after
rising before his younger sister yet again. This habit was probably going to
wear him out, he thought. Still, by the time he had finished washing up, just
in time to watch her prance out of her room, he couldn't help but smile. Her
face fell when she realized that the era of deadly wake-up elbow-slams was
probably at an end.

He busied himself making breakfast while mulling over the likely consequences
of his impulsive decision. And there would be consequences, he had no doubts
of that at all.

Serving his curious sister a piece of toast with a fried egg on it, he set
about preparing one for himself. Now Haruhi, as she understood it, believed
that she could change reality....

* * *

"But you're saying, I have a _power_ I don't even know about?" Haruhi asked,
now pacing anxiously back and forth. "Why would you have _kept_ this a secret
from me?! Even more than the fact that you're the people I've been looking
for, the fact that _I_ can do things!" She looked on the verge of tears and
laughter at the same time.

"That was the decision of my superiors," Koizumi offered, frowning. "It was
believed that ... there could be unfortunate consequences."

"And you," she continued, peering at Mikuru, "also followed your
instructions?"

"U...um," Mikuru said, shrinking into herself slightly. "I...it's not a matter
of choice for me ... literally, I can't talk about classified information when
it's classified. If I try to, then classified info--" She hung her head with a
weary sigh. "Sorry."

"And you?" she pressed, turning her gaze to Yuki, who sat at the table,
staring at the teacups.

"Focus is on preventing my imminent deletion," the interface finally answered.
"Limited resources."

"So, all along, the lowliest ranking member of the SOS Brigade is the only one
who ever actually tried to tell me the truth," Haruhi grumbled.

"That aside," Kyon said, shifting his shoulders, "we can talk about this
later. I'm sorry, but I'm really worried about Nagato. Since you believe us,
or at least, I think you do--"

"I don't," she countered. "I believe _you_. Because you _tried_. But...." She
trailed off and shrugged, gesturing to the other three. "The people who wormed
their way into my good graces were working against me! How can I trust them?"

Mikuru said nothing, just sniffling as tears trickled down her cheeks.
Koizumi's eternal smile had withered to a pained shadow of its normal
impenetrability. Yuki continued staring at her.

"Because I do," Kyon said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "I don't know
if we can believe _everything_, but I know that Nagato is a humanoid
interface. I've traveled through time with Asahina-san. Koizumi's shown me the
places where he and the other espers of his kind fight.... And in every case,
all three of them couldn't tell you because their bosses _told_ them not to."

"What about _your_ boss," she snapped, turning to eye Kyon with suspicion.
"What does _that_ person say?"

"Right now she's asking me if she has any reason to trust her closest
friends," he answered. "And I'm begging her to, because that may be the only
way to save Nagato's life."

"I.... I'm your boss?" she asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. "You don't
work for anyone else?"

"Thankfully," he agreed, nodding. "I suppose I have done things for Asahina-
san and her superiors. I know my actions have benefited Koizumi's
Organization. But I've only ever done things because I felt it was important
for you, or for the sake of the entire world."

"The entire world?" she pressed, struggling to contain all the new
information. "You've saved the world?"

"Technically, _you_ did," he said, shaking his head. "I just convinced you to
do it ... but we already went over that."

"So you're some kind of undercover hero without any of his own special
abilities that fights to take care of me, and to save the world?" she asked.

"Yes," Mikuru said quickly, nodding. "He absolutely does! I don't know if
you'll believe me, but it's the truth!"

"When this reality was overwritten with a reality where you had no powers, and
none of our factions existed," Yuki contributed suddenly, "he found a way to
restore this reality once more, actually creating a parallel universe."

"Then I'll believe that," she allowed, as strange as it seemed. But he _must_
be ... it made _sense_ that John Smith was Kyon if he was a normal person who
called in favors from others. But still.... "Okay. Things are going to change,
right now. Kyon, you want me to save Yuki, right?"

"You mean, you don't?" he asked, aghast.

She winced. "Of course I do! But I want your opinion!"

"Absolutely! Haven't I been clear enough!?"

"Okay, then," Haruhi decided. "But no more running around behind my back!
Anyone who can't do this is out of the Brigade. Everyone who really wants to
help me out, and stay in the Brigade ... everyone who wants to prove to me
that this is true and earn my forgiveness for the whole stupid masquerade ...
has to accept _me_ as a boss, just like Kyon!"

She nodded decisively, then her eyes widened slightly in realization. "Oh, and
Koizumi? You're demoted. Kyon's obviously more trustworthy as a vice
commander, since you already report to him anyway. Everyone got it? We're the
bosses -- not your 'Organizations' or 'Thought Entities' or mysterious future
'superiors' who somehow control your minds!"

"Understood," Yuki replied quietly. "Permissions change indexed. Awaiting
transfer."

"I promised this already," Koizumi agreed shakily. "Very well."

"I.... I can't," Mikuru whimpered. "I'm not even allowed to try! Oh, Suzumiya-
san, I _would_, but I can't--" Mikuru's eyes widened as she looked up,
blinking away her tears. "I ... I'm getting a message?" she asked. "I ... I am
allowed to do whatever Kyon-kun asks? B...but not you? I don't understand! I'm
sorry, those are just my instructions!"

"Well, fine," Haruhi grumbled, narrowing her eyes. "I can trust _him_."

"Right," Kyon said, looking at the interface at the table. "Nagato, how much
time is left?"

"Thirty two minutes, fifteen seconds," she said.

"So ... how do we do this?" Haruhi asked, biting her lip. "How do I use my
power?"

"Your power is very dangerous," Kyon warned her. "If it's used incorrectly,
you might accidentally destroy the universe. But Nagato can use that power
safely. So, my idea is that you can become her boss and replace the Integrated
Data Sentience Entity for her, and hopefully we won't have to destroy them. If
we have to, then they have to go -- that's all there is to it. But if we can
avoid that ... well. Nagato, can you do what I'm thinking of?"

Yuki blinked several times, then said, "A memetic link can be formed between
myself and Suzumiya Haruhi, such that all created data is cached within an
internal buffer for analysis to await approval or disapproval. This will
require the permissions of Suzumiya Haruhi, and an additional password
carrier." Her eyes fixed on Kyon. "That carrier shall be you. Is this
acceptable?"

"If that's how it has to be done," Haruhi agreed with a shrug. "I don't want
you to die, Yuki.... Kyon?"

"Yeah," he said, nodding quickly. "Let's do it."

Rising from her seat, the smaller girl reached both hands out and placed her
fingertips across the sides of Haruhi's head. "Link established," she declared
after a minute of silent staring into the taller girl's eyes. "Awaiting data
creation."

"Data creation?" Haruhi asked, frowning. "What does that _mean_ exactly?"

"It has to do with how ... what she is views our world," Koizumi supplied
helpfully. "From our point of view, think of it as the ability to create new
aspects of reality. I believe she is prepared for you to try and use your
powers."

"Yeah, but ... how do I do that?"

"Try and believe something," Kyon suggested. "Believe that Yuki is going to be
fine, and will report to you from now on."

Haruhi shifted her gaze to the smaller girl before her, then took a deep
breath and closed her eyes, concentrating. "Yuki works for me," she muttered.
"She's a real alien ... but she's going to break away from her bosses and work
for _me_...."

"Program loaded," Yuki said. Turning her eyes to Kyon, she asked, "Permission
to proceed?"

"Granted," he said without hesitation.

* * *

After finishing his breakfast and heading to school, he was startled to run
into Haruhi at the train station at the bottom of the hill -- literally. The
girl shot out from behind one of the pillars supporting the heavy structure
keeping rainwater off the train platform, nearly plowing him over as she
launched herself, arms wrapping around him as she swung around with her
momentum, crying out, "YES!"

Struggling and only barely managing to keep his balance, he eyed all of the
other Kitago students around them, watching with raised eyebrows and open
smirks. "Hey," he managed, remembering his new role as the vice commander, and
everything they had discussed the previous night. "What's going on?"

She released him with a huge grin. "Yesterday, after I went home, was _so_
_cool_!" she squealed. "I never knew you could do all those things! I mean, I
suspected, since you were the best member of the Brigade next to myself and
everything, but that was _amazing_!"

Her smile not fading in the slightest, she handed him an envelope, the seal
already broken. "You said I should give this to you," she added. "You said to
put it in your shoe locker, but why wait? What's so great about messages in
shoe lockers?"

"They pretty much never go well for me," he sighed, taking the envelope and
eying the broken seal. It was just a sticker, something that looked like it
might have been stolen from one of his sister's collections. "You opened it
already, I see."

"Well, of course! Doesn't make any sense to me, though. I probably wouldn't
have opened it if you hadn't _told_ me it wouldn't make any sense to me. Why
did you want me to give you a letter from yourself, though?"

The skies were clear of rain, if gray, so he sighed and pulled the letter out
of the envelope while proceeding up the hill. "I'm guessing," he said mildly,
"that since I just went home last night, I'm going to be time traveling back
to yesterday relatively soon."

"Hmm..." she mused, considering. "Can I go with you?"

"'No she can't'," he quoted the first line of the note, scrawled hastily in
his own handwriting. "Well, seems that future me is a bit of a smart-ass."

"Humph! I could have told you that."

He eyed her, then shook his head. He'd brought this upon himself. Maybe, with
luck, Nagato could act as a controlling agent and keep Haruhi in line. Maybe,
he told himself. If this was what it took to save Nagato....