AN: This is my first Oban star racers fan-fic! I hope you all enjoy! I was inspired on my first time flying an airplane into Orange County. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! READ AND REVIEW, PLEASE?

I do not own Oban star racers, Sav! The world does and so, Sav! I thank you greatly.

Blast from the Past.

What happens when a girl from the early 2000's gets trapped in a wormhole? Where and when will she be transported? And will she find something that may help her when she gets back?

WARNING: self-insertion, hope that doesn't upset too many people… rated T for swearing and some sexual content.

I was amazed to see how much the Angle looked like a small, expensive, car. Like the car my friend Charlie's father owned, a jaguar or something. The flawless leather interior seemed welcoming, and worm to the touch. The long dash board the dials and knobs that all lit up as the engine roared. Even the door handle seemed recognizable. Looking around I tried to make out more familiarities, and found some. Gas, brake, fuel gauge, and much more that could be easily recognized on any automobile.

I got in and strapped the seat belt around my chest. "You all set Nana?" I asked looking around into the back seat.

She gave me a small nod and turned back to her five dollar, grocery store, romance novel. The pilot, a large middle-aged man, with gray whiskers and a Yankeeball cap, climbed into the seat next to me and smiled.

"First time Angel flyer?" he asked.

"Yeah." I admitted shyly.

The pilot's smile only seemed to grow. "Once we get over the turbulence in the hills, you wanna' take the weal?"

I looked up at him. Me? Fly an air-plain? I don't think so, never in a million-

"Sure, I'd love to."

What the hell made me say that?

I smiled back to him sweetly and he started closed his door tightly, then reached over and checked mine. When satisfied he turned the key in the ignition and the plane sprung to life. The Angel hummed, and buzzed, and vibrated happily. Slowly he willed it forward, then checked the brakes and a great many things he had all written down on a list he kept in the visor.

The Pilot looked over to me and smiled. "Put these on, it's bound to get loud in here." He said handing me a heavy pair of earphones. "And if you need to say anything to me, just put this little mike up to your lips- that's it, real close- and talk into it."

I did as he said, and soon we were speeding down the runway at alarming speeds. I closed my eyes, but couldn't shake the nauseating feeling of lift-off.

Finally looking out of the window, I could see houses and valleys below me, indigo swimming pools, and small little cars.

"I was wrong," I heard a voice come through the headphones. "The pilot that just landed said he didn't get any turbulence, you want to fly now?"

I turned to him and nodded.

"Okay, you see that stick-thing on your right?"

"Uh-hu." I nodded.

"When I tell you, I want you to pull it toward you."

"Got it."

"Okay, you see this screen right here?"

"Yes."

"Well, these numbers that go up and down every so often, they tell us how high up we are, we want to stay at about 8000 feet, okay? So if were at 6000, you're going to want to pull that stick toward you, if we're 10,000, you're going to want to push it in."

"Got it."

"And don't forget about destination." He showed me another screen that showed a purple line with a little black airplane on it. "You want to make sure that plane stays on that purple line okay?"

I nodded.

"You ready?" I nodded again.

"Okay, go!"

I took the joystick in my right hand pulled slightly. It felt heavy, and I used more force. I soon found that the winds would push and pull the craft like paper in the wind, but with my sturdy hand, I could push just as much weight against it. After a while, I was getting the hang of smoothing out all the bumps. And I was getting somewhat good at it too. The Pilot even commented about how I was doing better then he had done on his first run.

I was caught off guard by a sudden jolt in the air, tensing, I tried to steady the plane.

"Wow!" The pilot called into the speaker. "Looks like I was wrong about that turbulence. You got it?"

He was about to take the joystick on his side. But by now, I was determined. This was my battle. I nodded and pulled up again trying to avoid the wind.

"That's it," the pilot said. "Try to go higher; you might be able to fly over it."

Still forcing the plane up, the plane was given another jolt, and I lost my gripping. The joystick fell back all at once. The effect was not immediate; I thought that if I just grabbed the handle back, nothing would happen. I reached for it and pulled with all my strength. But by that time it had hit the plane and we were falling.

The pilot beside me was yelling. But his mouth piece was too far away from his face for me to hear him. We were plummeting from the sky, and even with the pilot grasping hold of the joystick as well, there seemed to be nothing we could do. I saw the ground of one of the French hills coming closer and closer, I screamed out and covered my face with my hands, waiting for the earth's hard blow, before my world was clouded in darkness…