A/N: Just an FYI for this chapter and a couple others in the future, this has a MilesxOC pairing. Anyways, I have the theory itself posted on my DA (I'm IndustrialRev3010) as the very first journal entry if you want to find out more about it, as I have taken the explanation A/N off of this story. Anyways, hope you enjoy :)

It was another ordinary day at CHROME. There hadn't been any new missions as of late because Professor Z had finally been captured, along with most of the other lemons, so the agents were all allowed an off day, even if they had to spend it at headquarters.

Being somewhat bored, Miles had found an open computer that he was allowed to use (a very rare occurrence), and decided to see what Holley had been up to lately. She told him earlier to check his email, but he also knew that even she liked to play pranks on him, so he kept alert. And, of course, the background is bright pink. Thanks, Miles thought, annoyed at the inbox that greeted him, flooded with messages, all with pictures attached. Flipping through them quickly, he realized that she'd been taking pictures of him and Estella when they weren't looking, and he realized why she sent them to him and not the dark blue Pacer…

He continued flipping through the pictures when he came to some that he uploaded himself before the "date" pictures, just to keep them somewhere else than a simple hard drive or flash drive. Those were too easily corruptible. There were several of the World Grand Prix when he had faked being electric, but then he came to the first one he'd saved: a high school graduation photo. A young man, not more than 18, with dark brown hair cut neatly so that it was out of his eyes, but covered about half of his forehead when swept to the side. Beneath the picture, a caption read "Class of 3017". He stared at it for a while, zoning out of what was going on around him, when Estella came into the room. He quickly turned off his computer.

"What was that?" she asked him.

"Nothing. Holley changed the background."

"Not that, it was a picture, I know it. Show me," she said playfully.

"What? This?" he pulled up the picture before it, of him emerging from the jungle, "Not exactly my best photo but if you insist," he grinned. He didn't even know why he saved that one.

"No, idiot, the one after that," she said, laughing. He flipped to a picture of him as an electric car,

"You know what I mean, just show me," she practically begged.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep." Miles changed the screen to show the picture, and Estella's face fell, "You remember?" she asked quietly.

"As clear as day. I was the last part of the second wave, if I'm correct."

"I'm sorry," she said, almost offering her condolences, "How old were you?"

"It was a few years after this, so I assume around 25."

Just then, Finn drove into the room. Surprised, Miles turned his computer off again and drove to the other side of the room, as if he was looking for a paper, "What were you doing?" Finn asked suspiciously.

Miles pretended not to hear, so Estella covered for him, "Paperwork. Part of it wasn't filed from the satellite incident."

"That's a lie. I saw to it myself," Finn said to her with a smirk, "Second wave, Axlerod?" he said a little louder to carry across the room. Miles stiffly nodded, clearly embarrassed, and continued his search for the invisible paper, "It's nothing to be ashamed of," Finn said, "Everyone had to eventually, you were just a little older when they got to you. I was early second wave, if it makes you feel any better."

Miles cheered up a little at hearing that, but still didn't say anything. Estella's turn signal began flashing, signaling a notification, "Sorry, boys, I have a mechanic's appointment in a few minutes," she drove over to Miles and kissed him on the fender, "See you in a little bit," and she left.

Suddenly, a bright light filled the room, temporarily blinding those inside it. It narrowed down to a portal on one side of the room. When the two cars recovered, Finn almost pushed Miles away from the portal after he realized what it was, "You need to listen to me right now, I don't know when I'll be back, or if I'll be back, but that portal is for me. You cannot follow me, do you understand?" Finn didn't even wait for Miles to respond before he turned around and drove straight into the portal, causing it to close behind him.

Miles stood in silence for almost five minutes, unsure of what to do. He was somewhat worried for Finn, but he seemed like he had everything under control; that, and he was somewhat annoying anyways. Suddenly, he heard an engine purring through the hallways and into the room. It was none other than Finn, "How long was I gone?" he asked, as if he went to go file papers.

"Five minutes… where were you?"

"It's complicated… I doubt anyone would understand."

"Why don't you start from the beginning, then?"

"It's a long story..." he said, almost in doubt of himself.

"We haven't had any missions lately, so you can take as much time as you need."

"I'll start with when I went through the portal, then."