Well, I have finally found the time to go through all of my stories that I've worked on in the past and this one I really love but never got around to actually typing it out and putting it up. But I do believe that it is time and so here we go!

DISCLAIMER: Do not own Secret Saturdays. I know I have to say it. Can't help it.


The Secret Saturdays

The Seventh Saturday

Ch. 1-Homecoming

It was a bright and wonderful day at the Saturday HQ that rested on a high cliff that overlooked part of the Pacific Ocean as the family of scientists were enjoying some time at home when the video phone started to ring. A minute later, a woman with curvy white hair by the name of Drew Saturday entered the room and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, guess who it is?," a young woman's voice was heard which was familiar to the cryptozoologist.

"Well, this is a surprise," the elder woman replied with amazement. "Certainly haven't heard from you in a long time."

"I know," the other agreed. "But it's the reason why I'm calling. I'm finally coming home."

"You are?," Drew asked, getting excited. "When are you going to get here?"

"In a few minutes, actually," the girl's voice responded. "I'm just about a mile from the gate."

"Alright, then. I'll go tell Doc to let you in and we'll see you in a few," the scientist told the voice that called.

"Sounds good. See you when I get in," the caller said, hanging up.

Just as the call ended and the elder Saturday came out, she nearly ran into her son, Zak Saturday, along with a gorilla-cat cryptid called the Fiskerton Phantom or Fisk for short, and genetically engineered komodo dragon aptly named Komodo but luckily managed to miss them altogether. Wondering what was going on the boy asked his mother, "Whoah, hey Mom. What's up?"

However the woman was too focused in finding her husband to answer the question, which she didn't even hear, and walked off down the hallway. When she disappeared around the corner the wielder of the Claw asked his "brother," "What's up with her?"

"I don't know," the super-tall creature garbled out in his usual manner.

Meanwhile the head of the family, Doc Saturday, was studying the holographic picture of their piece of the Kur Stone, a rock that legend dictated it to be a key to finding the ancient Sumerian cryptid Kur. Hearing the door open, he shifted his attention to his wife as she walked in and said, "Doc, I need you to deactivate the security system."

"What for?," the elder man asked, getting an unnerving feeling about all of this.

"Guess who's finally coming home after all of these years?," the woman clued in, getting a hinting expression on her face.

Quickly getting what his fellow cryptozoologist was talking about, an elated look crossed the half-blind man's eyes, he replied, "Then that makes a lot more sense. I'll go deactivate it, see that she comes in, turn it back on, and meet you in the living room when I'm done."

Nodding in agreement, Drew turned back around to leave and almost ran into the trio again who had followed her to find out what exactly was happening. Backing up a couple of steps the white-haired woman told them, "I'm sorry, guys. I didn't even hear you three come in."

"Mom, seriously, what's going on? You've been acting weird ever since you got that phone call a few minutes ago," Zak inquired, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"Oh, let's just say that it's a surprise," his mother answered roughing up his hair up a bit and walking out.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment and confusion as to what she was talking about.

A few minutes later, Drew, Zak, Fisk, and Komodo were sitting in the living room when a knock came to the door. A smile crossing her lips, the older woman called out, "Come on in."

A second later the entryway slid open and in stepped a seventeen-year-old girl wearing a red tube top with a black leather bike jacket, a silver belt, black leather high-heeled bike boots, and carrying a black travel bag. Her poofy black hair hung down her back with a small ponytail sitting at the top of her head with some of it hanging across her right eye.

"Hey, Mom," she said, walking over while dropping her satchel on the floor and hugging the scientist.

"Oh, Zazia, it's been too long," the wielder of the Tibetan Fire Sword told her daughter as she returned the embrace.

Sharing it for a few more seconds, the two separated then the elder turned to her son and told him, "Zak, this is your older sister Zazianara or Zazia for short."

"Older sister?," the boy repeated, not quite understanding what was still going on. "Then how come you were never around when I was younger?"

"Well, the same year you were born I decided to go and study around the world with different Secret Scientists, memorizing every cryptid that existed and documented so that I could help Mom and Dad with their missions. A few weeks ago, I finished studying the last cryptid and made plans to return home. So here I am, ready to help save the world."

"So you know what's going on with Argost and the Kur Stone?," the salt and peppered haired child inquired?

"And that he's on the trail of Kur too?," the older girl added. "Yes, I know all about it. Odele told me what was going on the last time I visited him. It's what motivated me to get the rest of my research in and get home as fast as possible."

"Let's just hope that that rush doesn't come back to bite us in the future," Doc advised jokingly, coming into the room.

Hearing his voice, the young woman turned to face him and with joy she ran up to him, threw her arms around the older man in a much-needed hug and cried, "Dad!"

Returning her hug he teased, "Zazia, look at you! When you left you were still no taller than my knee."

"Well, it's not called a growth spurt for nothing," she joked back.

Pulling away she noticed Fisk for the first time and noticed that there was something indistinctively familiar about the gorilla-cat but she couldn't quite place it. Quickly deciding to drop the subject she observed, "So this is a Fiskerton Phantom. Certainly a lot...taller than I expected."

"Well, being the last one, we just couldn't leave him on his own and the species die out," her father pointed out.

Feeling left out, Komodo walked over the new person and snarled a bit to get her attention which caused the young woman to jump a bit and ask, "Is this Komodo?"

"Yeah, who else would it be?," Zak answered.

Kneeling down to the enlarged reptile who seemed to be enjoying the affection, Drew came up and asked, "So, are you ready to help save the world?"

Looking up at her mother, Zazia replied, "You bet. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, for the sooner we stop Argost, the sooner the world will be safe from a possible cryptid threat lead by that monster himself."

At a large opposing manner known as Weird World where the television show that was also aptly named, the very man that the family of scientists were trying to defeat was sitting behind his desk in the house's study when a knock came to the room's door, one that Argost was waiting for.

"Munya, the door, if you would be so kind," the TV host ordered, gesturing a hand to the entrance.

Appearing from the darkness was a half-man, half Papuan Giant Spider figure that served as the evil man's assistant walked over, opened the door, and let a pale, almost white, skinned young man in with brightly glowing red eyes and wearing 18-century style black clothing and a black cloak.

"Ah, right on schedule," the first said, finally glad that he didn't have to wait for his guest anymore.

"I told you I would be, Argost," the second reminded, approaching. "And I never go against my word."

"Yes, yes, I know. But I do like my guests to always be punctual, Draco," the villain countered. "Now, about the information you said that you've...acquired?"

"Ah, and you love getting straight to the point, too," the visitor observed. "Well, what I have pertains to a certain relic in your possession, the Kur Stone, I believe?"

The celebrity merely nodded in reply, his curiosity perking up a bit by this revelation.

"Within the contents of what I have it tells of one of the keys to finding Kur's power," the younger man explained. "This key has the ability to teleport, more or less summon, cryptids to their location and can wield the power of the elements."

"Summon cryptids? Elemental magic? What kind of creature can hold such power?," Argost asked, astonished by what he heard.

"Not a creature, dear sir, but a person. A person with untapped potential," Draco answered, his voice sounding like a tempting advertisement

"And, perhaps by chance in that information it details who is this person?," the enemy of the Secret Scientists inquired.

"Of course it does," the mysterious gentleman almost sneered. "I'm not one to miss important details. Besides, it's going to be a bit of a surprise when I tell you who it is."

Leaning back in his chair, the TV host let his body language say that he was ready for anything. Letting a few minutes of suspense build up and when he felt it was ready the keeper of the information said, "The one known as Zazianara Saturday is the one we need to find."

As soon as the name reached his ears, Argost knew that a few encounters with a certain family was going to be in order. However there was one word that stuck out that was making him very suspicious.

"We?," he asked. "What do you mean..we?"

"It's about time that you got the hint," Draco droned. "For everything to work out, I'm suggesting that we team up: I get the girl then you can use her power to get to the beast."

"A tempting offer, really it is. But how do I know that you're not supplying me with false information?," the evildoer asked, his suspicions starting to show in his tone.

His eyes slitting a bit, the young man reached into his cloak and pulled out a file about a half-inch thick and tossed on the desk, asking, "Will this be enough to sweeten the deal?"

Picking up the file, opening it up, and reading a few pages the TV personality's eyes lit up with ghoulish delight. Reading a bit more he exclaimed, "Oh, this is perfect. Draco, we have a deal!"


Reading what I had originally written down I can't believe how much my writing style has changed over the years. I can tell that I've gotten a lot more descriptive and detailed. Makes me want to rewrite even more! So, with one down and more to go I'll see you next time!