Hey! You guys might not like this, but I have decided to temporarily discontinue My College Romance, what this means is that I won't update for a good while, but I will finish it! I just don't know when. The reason for this is that I need time to develop my other stories. However, I have decided to write, in its place, a new Action/Adventure/Romance story. This story is different because it takes place in a different time period, but with the normal characters, you'll see.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters. I also do not own the title of my story. I also don't own any song names, lyrics or anything else patented. I don't own a lot huh.

Timeline

Chapter One: The Ultimate Revenge

July second, Retroville USA… "Onward knights, Onward for glory!" Came a cry from above. A brown-haired teenager glanced up at the source. He was peculiarly dressed in full steel plate armor. He was weighed down by the medieval replica that would have served as well as the real thing, complete with a sword, polished steel shield and battle helm. A lance leaned beside him on a hardwood table. The reason for all of this was simple. He and his friends had gotten a temporary summer job at the new Retroville Medieval Experience. Set up in the park, it had a jousting area lined by stands, knights' pavilions, and many other exhibits for the townspeople. Outside his pavilion there was a tournament, taking place between two groups of "knights". He sighed and ran his fingers through his long brown hair. Over the armor he was wearing a sort of long tunic that had his coat of arms on it, a golden lion on a red background with a white stripe down the middle.

Sighing, he stood up, his feet clinking softly and strode out from the shade and into the glaring sun. Shielding his eyes from the bright light with his armored hand, he circled around to the side of the small brightly colored pavilion to where the trained charger (A horse used in battle or jousting in the middle-ages) was resting, attended to by Carl, posing as his squire.

"Hey Jimmy, one of those herald guys told me you're on next. You're the masked challenger remember." Carl hailed him.

"Oh yeah, well, here goes nothing." He replied, he was the challenger who came riding out of the woods to challenge the arrogant champion, a move all to familiar to those who have read Ivanhoe (A good book, I liked it).

He strapped on the concealing helm and sheathed his long, sharp sword, taking the lance from Carl as he mounted the horse.

"Good luck." Carl waved to him as he rode into the woods for his act. He and Sheen, both of whom were allied knights, had spent a month learning riding, how to joust and not hurt anybody, and fight with swords. He flipped down the helm's visor (A helm is a helmet) and prodded his horse with his heels, and charged into the arena calling into the mike inside his helmet.

"Ye foul excuse for a knight, will ye be as brave as to break a spear with me?" He challenged the knight clad in black and red armor at the far end of the field, his voice boomed over the speakers mounted on poles.

"Ha, what foolish knave dare challenge I, the champion?" He yelled back.

"So ye refuse my challenge, like a coward." Jimmy taunted him.

"No such luck fool, it is ye who will be shown for the weakling you are."

The marshal, the overseer of the fake tournament called to the crowd. "The challenge has been issued and accepted, to your places knights!"

Jimmy wheeled his horse into position and sent it thundering down the field.

Cindy was sitting on a flowered throne in the "Royal box", she played the princess, a role she relished. Cindy had grown evermore beautiful as the years passed. She and the others were in their junior year in high school and the seventeen-year-olds had changed significantly. Carl wasn't quite as out of shape as before, but he still wasn't exactly the idea of fitness, he had lost his glasses in favor of contacts and now wore much cooler clothes. Sheen had bulked up since elementary and he was the captain of the football team. Sheen was still slightly weird and still watched Ultralord reruns, he had just gotten his driver's license, after three failed tries and drove a wicked fast motorcycle. Libby wasn't too different; she loved music and Sheen and had grown into a beautiful teenager. She was an amazing singer and had a future in the business, as everyone she sung for told her.

Jimmy, that was the problem, Cindy thought dejectedly. She had gone out with him up until the beginning of sophomore year, the start of year dance proved the disaster she had feared. Jimmy had asked her to go with him, as she had been expecting, and she had been looking forward to the night, when she had seen him kissing the new girl outside of school that day, she had never told him she knew. Their breakup had been the end of their friendship as well as their relationship.

Jimmy had changed the most, he was tall and handsome, he had ditched his soft-serve hairdo in favor of one he changed so often it was really ridiculous, and at the moment he wore it long for his part. He was in great shape, but he still was terrible at all sports. His inventions had stopped going crazy and actually worked. He had sold the patents for some of them and made a lot of money. Despite his lack of sports ability, he was tailed by a group of admiring girls all of the time he didn't manage to lose them. Cindy deeply resented his popularity and good looks and insulted him at every opportunity. As she suspected Libby could tell, she still had feelings for the teenage genius and wished she could forgive him.

Jimmy gritted his teeth, he already knew he was going to win it was rigged so nobody would get hurt and he concentrated on making it look as real as possible. As he charged, his eyes moved to the center stands, where the "royal family and guests" were sitting and his eyes fell on the sexy figure of a blond teenager his own age. She was truly beautiful and he still loved her, he didn't know why she had broken up with him and it was infuriated him. He had done his best to move on, and was flirting with a brunette named Emma who was part of the group who annoyingly enough, insisted on following him everywhere in school.

His attention flew back to the task at hand and hunched over on his saddle, grinning. He felt the lance in his hand connect with his opponent, and watched him fall backward off of his horse, protected from impact by his armor. Jimmy continued down the field and wheeled around to face his fallen opponent. He threw his lance to a squire standing by the side and caught the mace he threw him in return. Speeding back down the field, not quite as fast as before toward his enemy, who was standing, sword and shield in hand. The man banged them together and Jimmy responded by swerving right. He swung the weapon putting weight behind it and slamming it into the man's shield, bowling him over again. Jimmy dismounted as the horse came to a stop and dropped the mace, drawing his sword and advancing, his shield in readiness.

His opponent ran forward and Jimmy came out to meet him. His enemy swung his sword and Jimmy caught it on his shield Jimmy marshaled his strength and kicked out with his armored foot, slamming into the man's arm and knocking his shield out of his grip.

Jimmy threw away the shield and gripped his sword with both hands, he attacked, fast and strong and in after a minute of apparently intense, but really fake fighting, he disarmed him.

"Do you yield?" Jimmy asked, hearing his voice boom over the speakers. Knocking the knight over and pointing his sword at the man's throat.

"Do you yield?" He repeated.

"Aye, I yield, I yield." The man stammered he was a good actor, Jimmy thought, the fear in his voice perfect.

The marshal called out again. "The victor, the Red and Gold knight!" Apparently not knowing what else to call him.

Later that day, Jimmy had his armor off and was relaxing in his lab. Staring forlornly at the screen of his giant computer screen. The image it showed was of the Candy Bar, by way of a camera he had hidden there. The people he was watching intently were ones he knew well, but seeing them together enraged him.

The scene was of Cynthia Vortex and Nick Dean, they were obviously on a date, as they had been going out for some time, something he hated.

Jimmy clutched the blowtorch he had been fiddling with and threw it aside. He needed something to do. He headed up and out of his lab to his car. It was really a great car, a Porche Carerra GT, it was flaming red and really fast. He had taken it upon itself to trick it out, a test of his ability to apply his inventions for practical use. He had increased the speed, acceleration, handling, everything. He had used advanced slush hydrogen engines he had made, custom tires that gripped the road and many other inventions. His car can fly like his hovercar, but couldn't go into space, he was working on that.

As he drove down the road, he couldn't shake the image from the Candy Bar, it was as if it was burned into his mind by some flame from hell.

He was trapped in a virtual tsunami of conflicting emotions. He wanted to attack something, to destroy, yet he wanted to cry, he wanted to crush Nick's arrogant face yet he couldn't hurt Cindy like that. In a rage of anger and frustration, he pounded the steering wheel, cursing with a fluency that would have impressed even Butch, the foul-mouthed former bully. "Fuckin damn son of a bitch, damn bastard, why the fucking hell did he have …" His streak of profanity eventually subsided after a particularly nasty curse that he wouldn't dare to say in front of his mother.

"Vaffanculo Nick, Vaffanculo!" He muttered (Yes I did just curse in Italian, amazing what random things I can say in other languages…lol).

When Jimmy was frustrated, as in this instance, he vented his anger by inventing something. So, trying to shake the haunting image, he headed back to the lab. Back in the lab, he looked around.

"What to make, what to make?" He mused aloud, his eyes fell on the old chrono-arch, standing forlornly in the corner.

Grinning in anticipation of a challenge, he headed over to it.

Two satisfying hours later, he was done, the chrono-arch was completely over-hauled and redone.

"Gentleman, I give you, the future." He said under his breath as he admired his handiwork, it was shining silver again, but that was just a detail. The real deal was the fact that it worked and was even better than before.

Before it took you back to the same area in a certain time period, but how to get back. Now, he had made it so that you could travel back by using one of the new rings he had made for it. They were composed of a special material that, combined with a homing chip, would allow you to remotely access the Arch, allowing you to travel back to the present, without any injury.

It also allowed you to travel not only to other times, but other places as well. It also had the viewing feature of his previous model. He called it The Einstein-Rosen Bridge Generator and Matter Transporter, or, if you didn't want to use the scientific name, the Time-Space Transporter will do just fine.

"Totally Awesome!" Was, as predicted, Sheen's reaction, when he showed it to him and Carl the next day.

"Woah!" Was Carl's.

"DUDE! Can we go and get some future pizza and buy future Ultralord action figures?" Sheen asked.

"No Sheen, maybe tomorrow or some other time. I'm going to take it to the fair, we can show images of the medieval ages. We could probably get more money if we used it." He suggested.

Sheen and Carl agreed and helped him bring it to the fair heaving it into the hover-car, as it wouldn't fit in Jimmy's sports car.

"You three, where the hell were you?" Their employer yelled as they jumped out of the hovercar.

"It's okay, we're only two minutes late, I brought my latest invention. It can show the medieval ages, it's a time transporter and viewer." Jimmy explained, gesturing to the shining arch.

"Well okay. I'll pay you 5 grand to use your invention thing during the fair." The man proposed. Sheen pumped his fist in the air in triumph.

"And you two, I'll pay you as well if you can work it when you're not doing anything else, jousting or anything like that." Sheen and Carl high fived each other and accepted.

"BUT HURRY THE HELL UP!" He yelled and Carl and Sheen started to lift the arch, straining under its weight.

Ten minutes later, the TST was up and running and there was a huge crowd gathered to see it.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. I am here today to show you the medieval ages, not a movie and not a recreation, this is, what you might call a time machine, but it allows you to view the period of your choice. So, without further ado! The last Crusade, the last battle for the alleged holy lands. Ladies and Gentlemen, the middle ages!" Jimmy called to the crowd. He was standing on a raised platform, in full armor mounted on his horse. Sheen, similarly clad in steel plate armor was calming his horse opposite from Jimmy. They both had their shields and over-tunics (Down the middle, covering a knight's chest, this had his coat of arms on it and was helpful so that your ally knight wouldn't kill you by accident) To the elongated, blood red cross of the Knights Templar, a Catholic group of super-dedicated knights who fought in the crusades and defended pilgrims from enemies. They were both wearing the special rings Jimmy had designed. Cindy was also onstage, dressed in the royal outfit she always wore while working at the recreation, next to Libby, a Lord's daughter from a different land, a foreign princess of sorts, and Carl, behind Jimmy on a smaller horse, in his light armor squires wore to battle. They were also wearing rings, in case anything happened and they had to get out, for only people wearing rings can get out if trapped inside another time.

The arch sprang to life at Jimmy's words and the crowd gasped and applauded as they saw a ferocious battle being fought between the Crusaders and the Saracen armies. Steel hit steel with a resounding din and they heard and saw, crystal clear, horses panting and galloping, men grunting as they fought, screams of pain as people fell, defeated and dying and the horns blowing, like trumpets, urging their soldiers and knights to fight, for religion and survival. The audience, dumbstruck after their applause by the amazing sight before them, watched, slack-jawed with awe.

But then, with an explosion of light and sound, the crowd was blinded as the light poured from the machine, their was a sudden explosion and an extra-bright flash, smoke pouring from the source of the blinding light and screeching whine.

When the smoke cleared and the light and noise subsided, the five teenagers who had been standing onstage were gone, and the TST was smoking, fuses blown, and blackened by an explosion from within.

In the woods, fifty feet from the chaos resulting from this disappearance, a shadow gazed, holding the smoking bazooka shaped weapon that had just been used to overload Jimmy's invention and blast the five into the middle of the Medieval Era, and smiled to himself, laughing softly, a laugh with no humor in it, only cold evil.

A/N: A cliffhanger there, eh…how'd you like it? I would appreciate a review and maybe a suggestion. Hint…Hint!

Your dedicated writer,

James