A/N: "Hey, everybody, I just wanted to make this story because I felt like it, and, ya, I was bored. This is my first fan fic, just to warn you, so no flames, please. If there is anything wrong with anything, such as the characters or other things, please let me know and I'll be happy to make the corrections. I do not own "WordGirl", Scholastic and Soup2Nuts do. This fanfic was made possible by PBS viewers and fan fic readers like you. Thank You!"

Mutual UFO Network is an actual cooperation; all rights belong to them.

Narrator: "Psssst! Listen for the words "Fanatic" and "Anxiety".

In an observatory in Houston, Texas, a scientist works late after-hours, in an unlit room, besieged with coffee-stained paperwork, and staring into the blinding computer screen, rattling off statistics on the most potent and precise telescope that ever came across to the always-thought insignificant observatory. The man, finally finding what he was looking for, slaps the cluttered desk approvingly, adjusted his black thick square glasses back into place, and makes his way to the gargantuan telescope, or what was commonly known as "the Polaris". Sweating, the determined scientist wipes his dark red hair off his forehead with the back of his hand, proceeds over to the eyepiece, and starts adjusting the focus with the seventeen knobs on both sides of the silver beauty. From the very back of the room, a young man with black hair and long flowing bangs wearing an overcoat sauntered into the room, quietly sipping coffee from a mug and darting his eyes around the room until he finally fixed them upon the restless scientist. He wrote something on a clipboard then quickly peered into the eyehole, turned a knob slightly on the left side of the telescope, erased what he wrote before, and peered into the gigantic thing again. The young man sighed; this wasn't the first time the flame-haired scientist stayed way over working hours. It always seemed like he never wanted to go home, where it was warm and cozy, where he had a family, unlike himself.

He decided to let him know that he was there. "Tom." The red head flinched ever so slightly but did not turn around; he groaned and continued to do his business, "Tom, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be going home, where it is warm?" The scientist straightened up; this wasn't the first time he was caught by the same man, doing his work afterhours. Every time he came home well past one o'clock the next morning his wife always was there waiting for him, giving the look of bitter disappointment. There was always a fight following that, and it always ends with doors slamming, the children screaming awake, and the baby starting to cry. He'll lie on his bed, thinking what he had ever done to break away from his family this way. Then again, it was obvious wasn't it? You just love your job too much, his friend and coworker told him one day, maybe a little too much, so lay off and get time to have leisure time with your family. The scientist knew that he couldn't afford that, not when there were discoveries to be made. He turned to the man who came in, "Shouldn't you, Jared? Why aren't you home yet, huh?"

"Well, I had just locked my office door to leave when I noticed that there was a dim light coming through under your office door. I knew you were still in there, so I just came by to check that you were all right. Are you alright?" Jared now was at Tom's side, scanning him over.

"Of course I'm alright!" Tom folded his arms and looked away. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you never seemed like the observational Fanatic before you got that promotion." Jared chuckled and now examined "the Polaris". He whistled with approval and awe. "Wow. That's quite a telescope you got there." Tom straightened up and tugged on his laboratory collar smugly. "Yes, it just came in this morning. I believe I'm getting a hang of all of it's uh…"-he took a glance at all of its buttons and knobs-"accessories…" Jared made a curious look and made a go to tap the solar panel that was connected to the main adapter. "Interesting..."

"No, don't touch that! That is made up of materials that are super sensitive to the human touch." Tom pointed his finger at him in a warning way.

"All right, all right! Geez!" Jared backed off a step. "May I please look into it, though?" Tom waved his hand hastily. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Go ahead." Jared peered into the eyepiece. "Fascinating. Much better than the one over in Arizona. This one has high definition, and pinpoints and locks objects on view."

Tom grinned in a cocky way. "Yes, well…it's only the best."

"I could see Pluto from here, and Saturn, with all of its rings! And there's Calypso, one of Jupiter's moons, and Neptune, and the asteroid belt, and—" He stopped.

"What? What do you see?"

Jared slowly lifted his eye from the eyepiece. "Astonishing; A meteorite, flying across the sky, about twice the speed of a comet!"

"What? Let me see!" Tom pulled away the eyepiece handle away from Jared and took a glance into it. Indeed, there was a meteorite flying across the sky. "Amazing! We should call it Asteroitus, for it was discovered near the asteroid belt. Man, look at it g-" Tom caught himself, for the meteorite just hit an asteroid and was changing course. In fact, the meteorite was getting bigger on the scope, as if it was-

"Great Scott…"

"What is it? What's wrong?"

Tom swiftly turned a knob on both the right and left sides of the telescope and glimpsed into the thing once more. He gasped in horror. Jared was worried now. "What's happening?" Tom looked up from the scope slowly and gazed at Jared in sheer terror. "It's not a meteorite, it's something else, but, whatever it is, it seems to be heading this way. To Earth."

"What?"

"It's true." Tom hastily scurried to the computer and typed in a code. Statistics started to scroll down the screen in a rapid manner. "The coordinates match. They seem to be heading straight to Preposterocity." Jared's jaw dropped, but then he spoke, confusingly, "Wait, what do you mean 'they'?" But Tom didn't answer immediately. He raced over to "the Polaris", with Jared in hot pursuit, and toyed frantically with the knobs and switches. "Asteroitus, or that 'thing', the UFO, had broken its course by colliding into a small, but sturdy asteroid. The collision caused the asteroid to disintegrate into many chunks of space rocks. They, as I said, are heading toward Preposterocity this very second." Jared, now seeing the potential danger, was now in frenzy and sputtered, "W-w-what shall we do? This thing can cause many earthquakes and flash floods and other major destructions when it hits solid ground! Not to mention the catastrophic aftermath of the meteor shower!" Tom stood up straight, headed to his desk, and grabbed his rotary telephone as Jared started to hyperventilate in the background. He dialed a number that was unfamiliar to Jared. Calming down, he asked him, "Um…who are you calling?"

"The MUFON."

"The what?"

"Mutual UFO Network."

"You going to report this thing to the UFO investigators?"

"Of course. Who else could identify a UFO? Besides, the thing is going to crash all the way in Preposterocity. Who else would have the time to go there?" Tom suddenly appeared to be deep in thought, and all of a sudden, he grinned, a very wide evil grin. Jared became alarmed. "Uh, Tom? Earth-that-is-potentially-endangered to Tom." His deep-in-thought companion turned to him, abruptly. "…Or maybe we would have the time, and the need, to go there ourselves…"

"I don't understand…"

"Asteroitus! She's our discovery! We mustn't let people think that this thing was discovered by mere witnesses."

"But Tom, we are witnesses."

"Not just witnesses; discoverers! What if Asteroitus is actually evidence of alien inhabitance out in the universe somewhere? We mustn't let this opportunity slip us by, the opportunity to give our always-thought unimportant observatory its rightful light in glory! Its rightful splendor and respect it always had been neglected of. Just imagine, for a sec-ok?-how you would be rewarded with the highest honors if you had finally discovered proof of extraterrestrial life forms that would not be just creatures imagined up by writers and movie directors. You would get that promotion you always wanted, to be chief executor of the Astronomy Institute for the Future Generations. You would be so famous that you would be able to find a girl to be your wedded wife, which was a benchmark long overdue. We will be in books and records for generations to come, and your future family would always remember you by 'The man who had changed modern science forever'. Wouldn't you like that?" This whole time, Jared was listening to Tom's speech with the upmost interest. Yes, he had hit the ballpark of what he had always wanted, and he thought that a little trip to Preposterocity would be nothing compared to the glories he would receive after they confirm their findings. He could just picture it now: the story of the discovery, or discoveries, for that matter, in the newspaper that would be issued across the nation, all telling tales and smothering over the idea that there is life on a different planet, all because of him…

"Alright, Tom, let's pack for Preposterocity."

Tom grinned favorably. "Excellent! But first—" he was cut off by a short bleep on the other end of the phone, and then spoke into the receiver. "Oh, hello! No, no, it was alright. Don't keep me on hold any longer though, alright? Because I—I mean, we—have an important breakthrough to offer… What is it? Well, I couldn't say too much about it but we do know where the UFO is heading… Yes, yes, well…the site of the impact is going to be Preposterocity…"

Yup, my first uploaded story on FanFiction! YAY! XP Don't worry because more is coming your way very soon! (P.S. This is my first FanFic, so please, no flames!) Oh, and please R&R!

~*Snickerdoodle8P*~