From the Past to The Present.
Chapter 1
It was the start of the spring term at Northwest Toronto High school. Northwest Toronto wasn't a large school but it was a well known school, at least in the academic circuits.
Northwest Toronto had won many academic awards during the past two years; sure they had won before but not this many times. Many speculated about the reason, some said that the students cheated and some even said that they put steroids in the school lunch, all of the speculations were preposterous, and the real reason was M. Rodney McKay, 17, who was a Genius (his own words).
It was a normal day for High school student Rodney McKay. He was staying late in the school lab to work more on his Science project. His teachers had given him permission to stay on the condition that he told the janitor when he left so that he also could go home.
He stood by a bench in the lab, he was really happy to be alone because then he could drop a little of the mask the he wore everyday.
He looked at the watch, which he had on his left wrist, and it read 6 Pm and he figured that he needed a break because he had worked for about three hours and that was a long time and he needed to go to the bathroom anyway.
He walked out of the room and stood outside the door for a couple of seconds while he thought out the quickest way to one of the bathrooms from there. He turned right and walked down the corridor and rounded a corner and reached the bathroom.
After about five minutes in which three he used to eat a bar of chocolate and drink a coke that he had bought in one of the vending machines that were beside the bathroom door. Otherwise when he worked at home he usually drank coffee but there weren't any coffee machines in the school except for the teachers lounge and he wasn't allowed in there even how much he begged the teachers. The coffee wasn't the only reason why Rodney wanted to be allowed into the teachers' lounge the other reason was that inside the teachers' lounge Rodney would be safe.
Safe from all the harsh and bad words of the other people that went to the school threw at him just because he was smarter than them, got better grades and refused to do their homework.
It was the beatings that were the worst and those were mostly from the hockey and football teams.
He walked out of the bathroom and towards the lab he was using he rounded the corner again and walked in to the room.
He hadn't even gotten halfway through the door when he stopped. Dead silent and just watched while a guy who had a very athletic body stood and read his notes. Rodney sputtered for a moment while he wanted to either run, screaming away from there or scream at the guy for touching his things. He chose the latter.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing!" he screamed at the guy.
In a different part of the school another 17 tear old boy was trying t hide from the janitor whom he had gotten a detention with just because he had pulled a little prank on the History teacher. It wasn't his fault that she was a lot more boring than any other teacher he ever had at the other schools he's been to.
The boys' name was John Sheppard and he had only been to the school for three weeks before being punished for something stupid that he had done. In the other schools he had been to they waited at least two months before punishing people, but this was Canada and all he other schools he had attended were American maybe they had different rules here, thought John to himself when he walked down another abandoned corridor in the school.
John also thought that it was really unfair that he had to stay at the school this late just because he had to assist the janitor, and the janitor just had to stay late because some straight A student (or a major geek in Johns' opinion) wanted to stay and use some of the school's equipment and the janitor had to wait for him to finish, and if the janitor stayed then John stayed to.
He walked down another empty corridor filled with lockers scruff marks from all the sneakers that had walked in the corridor during the years and John started wondering what his father would say when he found out that he had gotten in trouble if he found out he added because the teacher who had called home, to tell his father about the prank and the detention, had not been able to get a hold of him and had asked John if the number was their real phone number.
John turned another corner and he had now reached the corridor in which the labs were. He walked on when he saw light shining from one of the rooms and he figured that there was where the student (geek) who was the reason John was here this late.
John walked into the room unannounced and looked around and saw… no one, no geek, no teacher and no strange alien that he had never before seen was in the room.
The only thing in the room except for John was a strange box and a bunch of schematics beside it.
He walked over to the table the box was laying on and looked at the schematics. The paper was full of equations and John looked them over and found only a minor fault.
John was really good at math and that was one of the only reasons he hadn't been made to re-take a year yet.
He stood by the desk reading the notes he had in his hands and was very into it when he had come to the second paper.
He was so into it that he almost jumps right up in the air when he heard someone scream at him, really loud.
He turned around with the papers in hand and stared at the guy standing in the doorway.
John looked at the guy from the top of his head to the edges of his shoes. John thought that the guy was handsome, gorgeous and absolutely smoking HOT initialized and caps locked, but by the way the guy was holding himself he didn't know it himself.
John was brought back to reality when the guy who he just had started to think very naughty thought about started screaming at him very loud.
"Do you know what you're doing! You could be destroying my work! I've been working on this for weeks and you could have ruined everything!" The guy screamed at him at the same time that John wondered how long he could hold his breath.
"I'm really sorry about this. The papers were just laying there and there was no one here and I just peeked and two of your equations are wrong.. I'm sorry… I'm John by the way…" John rambled trying to get the guy to quiet down before the janitor came their way.
"And I.. What do you mean two of my equations are wrong? How do you know? I'm Rodney McKay if you didn't know…" The guy screamed looking bewildered at John.
"Well… Come here and let me show you which ones, it's not great errors but they're still errors so…" John said while looking at Rodney and trying not to embarrass him self further.
Rodney walked cautiously over to John and looked over his shoulder at the notes he held in his hand.
John showed him the places where he thought he had found some faults and after he had explained exactly what he thought was wrong Rodney was staring dumbfounded at hi, and John just hoped that it was a good thing.
"How did you know this, I mean you look like a jock and act like one and as far as I know a jock can't figure out an equation as hard as this." Rodney said at the same time as his hands painted a picture of his words in the air.
"You think I'm a jock! Do I really look like a typical jock? I do track but I don't think that it's a sport for jocks…. I might not be the best student but I know math so that was not too hard…. What is it you're building anyway?" asked John and looked curiously at Rodney who had started to fidget right after the question was asked.
"It's for the science fair next month. It…it's a model of an atomic-bomb, very complex it's really worth the first price…" Rodney said as they walked over to the table where the box (bomb) lay.
John stared at the box, bomb he reminded himself, and tried to figure out what sort of person Rodney was. He did build a bomb in school for a science fair!
"A bomb!" John exclaimed after a couple of seconds he used to think things over.
"Not a working one… I mean where would I get Uranium or other radioactive substances? Don't you know that that's illegal, even in Canada…." Rodney said all the while he flayed his arms in the air as if he wanted to say just how preposterous that thought was.
"All right, all right calm down it's not like I could tell anyone, I don't know anyone at this school except for those two weird guys that watched me while I pranked the History teacher…" John said while he got lost in the memory of the History teacher running around the room away from the firecrackers he had put underneath her chair right after he had lit the fuse.
Rodney looked at John like he had suddenly grown two heads then a grin started to form on his face then he said:
"You pranked Ms Rudrom? Really, oh how I'd loved to be in your class when you did that… She's the most boring teacher at this school, but she knows history… I think I'm not that interested in how people were so stupid that they thought that earth was flat and that god controlled everything… You're not one of those "God smite me.." people right? You don't look like one.." Rodney said while he looked curiously at John as if he had the answers to every question of the universe.
John smirked at him, but his smirk disappeared when he heard footsteps coming from the hallway outside of the room.
Both John and Rodney turned towards the door and watched as the janitor walked in through the door, well walked might not be the right word it was more like stormed, and then h started yelling at John about how he shouldn't be there, he should walk through the halls and try to see if there was anyone there, not disturb a hardworking student with his antics.
After the speech John turned to Rodney telling him how sorry he was for disturbing hi and that it wouldn't ever happen again if his brain had anything to say in the matter, he then turned towards the janitor and said that he was going home and that he would see him at his other detention the next day.
John walked out of the school and walked the now almost familiar route home; well he had never actually known what "home" was, he and his father had moved too many times the past seven or so years that he had forgotten what home felt like.
He walked home with a giddy feeling in the pit of his stomach and he knew why, he had just met the person who he thought could be his soul mate…if he believed in that sort of thing.
AN: Please tell me what you think, I will write more soon, chapter 2 is already finnished it just needs a bit of looking through it... I hope you like it...