Here is the first chapter of my new story, the one I mentioned a LONG time ago, and I based off of my old story, 'The Watertide is Coming in'. So, first off, I shall point out a few things. I have a new laptop now, which is why it took a while to update, because I had to get the right equipment on here first before I could start anything. But I did get a new writing program, even though it's no MS Word :(. At least I have something. Hopefully in time I will be able to get MS Word again.

In other news, I got an art program on my new MAC, and I was able to complete the ref for my TSS character! I even attempted to draw it in the TSS style, and I must say it was a bit challenging, finding all the right cryptids to use, and the body shape. But I am happy with the final product. I'm too lazy to post the link here, so just go look for it on my profile page on here.

Thirdly, I want to address some things about my story. I changed Emily's last name, so it is no longer 'Watertide'. It's Fortier. And yes, that's an actual last name. I also want to say Emily no longer has her dragon form, or any powers at all for that matter. I found the 'powers' thing kind of silly. But she does still have Pyo (Pie-yo), who I have changed COMPLETELY as well, and her ref is up , but it's not in the TSS style because I am too lazy and it's more of a quick ref anyways. Any other information should be on her ref.

More things about the story, since I suddenly have the knack to shove everything in one place, I will be posting the age of everyone on the show, including my characters. I looked it up this time, so I'm pretty sure they're right. I also decided to post their zodiac animals. Don't ask.

Roxy: 2, Year of the Rabbit. (OC)

Pyo: Around 7,000. She is too old, so she doesn't get a zodiac animal. Boohoo. (OC)

Emily: 29, Year of the Dog… Ironic now that I think about it. (OC)

Doc: 40, Year of the Ox. That fits pretty well.

Drew: 38, Year of the Rabbit. Like mother like daughter :) .

Zak: 15, Year of the Rat. The description of that zodiac animal actually fits him well, if you read about it.

Doyle: 31, Year of the Monkey. I laughed at that, I truly did.

And I think that about covers all of it. If you have anymore questions, ask me.

The Secret Saturdays don't belong to me, but my characters do. Yes, this story DOES CONTAIN OCs. If you don't like OCs, don't read this. If you do read this, and you are one of the people who does not enjoy Ocs, and complain about it, well, I will then deem you just plain stupid, because you obviously are not able to read. You may review if you wish, I'm not going to make you, but the only thing I look for in reviews are errors, like spelling and grammar errors, or typos. PLEASE tell me if there are any typos, so I can remember not to do that next time. Otherwise, onward with the story!

The Saturdays ran into the Airship, completely exhausted and out of breath. They had just returned from the third mission that day, making a total of seventeen this week. They were all very tired by nightfall, especially Drew, who not only had to be the second alpha of the missions, but also had to carry around their two year old daughter, Roxy, at the same time. All of the men were aware that she got aggressive when in her 'extreme parenting mode,' and kept a safe distance.

"Ugh! What is up with all the calls lately? It's killing me!" Zak complained.

"Tell me about it." Doyle muttered under his breath, but loud enough for Zak to hear.

"But I am telling you about it."

"It's an expression."

"Oh. I knew that."

"Sure Zak, sure."

Doyle plopped down in his seat with the others copying his movements. Zak did have a point, the multiple missions were doing their toll on everyone in the airship, even Komodo, who spent most of his time sleeping and eating rather than helping on missions. But of course, they couldn't just let the calls go unanswered, which Doyle still didn't understand why they couldn't. "Why can't the other secret scientists do it?" He would moan when awoken at five in the morning, though he already knew why. Even though the secret scientists had apologized and promised to help with the cryptids, they hadn't really done a thing since the great war of the cryptids that had happened about two, almost three years ago now.

"This isn't making any sense. Cryptid activity has never been this high, even when Zak was Kur. There has to be someone, something, behind all this." Doc stated, his concern deep. The mention of Zak's former powers made him squirm in his seat, Drew giving him a reassuring glance.

"We need to figure out the cause of all this. We should start by connecting clues," Doc continued as he pulled up a map on the screen of the Airship, along with the locations of their most recent missions. "Hmm...No pattern, I was hoping there would be one..." Zak, who had been silent through his father's researching, suddenly spoke up.

"What about the locations? All the attacks took place at those trade sight places, where they trade old stuff for money." Doyle nodded in understanding, remembering when Van Rook and himself went to these places to sell old relics they found from the most unimaginable places, and sold them for the most unimaginable prices. 'Time is money! If it took as long as it did to retrieve the thing, they should expect it to be this much!' That's what he used to say to me when I asked him about the why he priced items so highly, man he had a barking voice. He never did like it when I asked questions... Doyle shook his head to clear the memories from his head. He always wondered why he recalled such memories. He never liked Van Rook that much, not even when they were working together.

Once more, Doyle realized he had dove back into thought, when he perked up at the sudden mention of his name, by none other than his sister Drew.

"You know, Doyle has a friend who knows a bit about about mythology, maybe she would know a few things." Everyone looked to him suddenly surprised, which he figured the reason for that would be that he actually knew someone who sounded smart.

"What? Oh, yeah, her. She's a friend from way back when, in high school."

"...You went to high school?"

"Watch it professor. Yes, I did, the last couple who adopted me for a few years got me in school for a while, 'til I was able to go out on my own. Anyways, Drew, I'm not even sure where she lives now, we haven't spoken in years."

"What's her name?"

"Emily Fortier, she's an anthro, but like I said, it would be tough to-"

"Found her."

"What?"

"She lives in Springdale, Arkansas. We could be there in just a few hours from our location, so we can go tomorrow."

Before Doyle could say otherwise, Drew intercepted him. "Yes, we should definitely go tomorrow. Doyle, why don't you call her and tell her we'll be stopping by?" Doyle glared at his sister's mischievous smile. She was up to something, and he didn't like it.

"Then it's settled. We'll stay here for the night, and leave in the morning." Doc said, getting up to go to his room.

"Awesome friend Doyle." Zak nodded to him.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks...Hey Drew, can I talk to you alone for a minute?" Drew responded by shoving Roxy into Doc's arms, before he could leave the room as he planned, and waved the rest of them out the door until it was just her and her younger sibling in the Airship's command center.

"What exactly are you trying to do, Drew?" She looked away from him with a smirk.

"What ever could you mean Doyle? Can't a big sister do something nice for her little brother every once in a while by letting him see his friend, who I might add, you haven't seen in years?" She said in an innocent voice that only sounded of nothing but trouble to him. He knew his older sister too well to fall for something like this. She was definitely up to something. He gave her a hard stare instead of the gratitude she was supposedly seeking.

"Alright, but I'm watching you Drew." Her only response was tossing the cell phone they used occasionally,for instances as this, in his direction. Not everyone had a video phone.

"You need her number?"

"No, I got it."

She left the room so he could have his privacy, assuming he may need it. Doyle silently cursed her, gulped, and dialed the number slowly. It rang a few times before someone picked up the phone on the other line.

"Hello?"

"Um, is this, uh, Emily Fortier?"

"Yes...Who is this?"

"It's me, Doyle-"

"Doyle? As in Doyle Blackwell?"

"Yeah..."

"Well well well! Look who hasn't contacted me in, how many has it been now, eleven years? How have you been?"

"Great, but I really need to ask you something."

"What's up Bee?"

He blushed a little at the mention of the nickname she gave him all those years back. He let the memories flood over him for a moment before continuing their conversation.

"Uh, do you mind if my nephew and I come over tomorrow and talk to you about something?"

"Nephew?"

"I'll explain later. What do ya say?"

"That's fine. What time?"

"Around noon."

"Alrighty then, see ya tomorrow Bee!"

Before Doyle could respond, Emily hung up on him. Well, I guess that was easy enough, for now he thought, before putting the phone down and retiring to his room on the airship. True, it was just a guest room, but he liked to call it his own, since he was the only one that slept there anyways. As he collapsed into his bed, he finally let himself plunge into thought, alone enough to do so without interruption. What if tomorrow we go over there, and she is completely different? It's been so long, I don't know if something happened to her! She could be in a wheelchair, or missing an eye, or maybe even she's...married. Doyle had never thought of that. What if his old friend had found someone to love? As his mind ran on and on with more possibilities, he slowly drifted off to sleep, his thoughts carrying on into his dreams.

I am so happy to have this done, you have no idea. NO idea. Sorry if the ending of this chapter sucks, I am not good at concluding things, AT ALL. 'Til next time my little biscuits!