Hi guys! For some reason, I've decided to work on a full length fanfic about Race to Witch Mountain. I don't know, I just feel like there are so many different directions you can take it in. Basically, this is about a second mission, involving four new characters (who I own…) and some romance. I DO NOT OWN RACE TO WITCH MOUNTAIN (if I did, it would have been waaay different but that's water under the bridge) but I DO OWN THIS STORY LINE AND MY FOUR OCS.

If you're enjoying this, please review. I want to hear what you think! And a happy writer is one who gets reviews, and if I don't get any, I'm going to stop writing this and move on. It's that simple. So enjoy and R&R! ~Moore12~

Race Against Time

Prologue

~Twelve years ago~

"Daddy, are aliens real?" five year old Kyra O'Neill asked as she stared wide eyed up at the starry sky. She was so young, she could almost imagine aliens zipping through the sky in their spaceships, living in a world far from hers but not too dissimilar.

Her father, still youthful looking despite his graying hair, answered firmly, "Well, honey, I don't only believe in aliens; I know they're out there."

"Really?" Kyra's eyes grew as large as saucers and she stared in wonder at her father. When she had asked that question in school, the other students had just laughed at her. To her, it didn't make any sense that nobody believed because it only made sense that there were aliens out there somewhere. "Are they like us?"

Her father's eyes darkened and he said slowly, staring up at the sky as he did, "No, honey, they're not. They're not people…"

To Kyra, it looked like he was about to continue, but something stopped him midsentence. She wanted to probe him, ask him more questions since he seemed to know the answers to all her question, but didn't. To her surprise, her father continued gravelly, not really talking to his daughter anymore, "Aliens aren't your friends, Kyra; you can't trust them. They're not human…"

And, as a falling star streaked across the sky, Kyra wondered if it was an alien spaceship and hoped to meet one despite her father's warning.

~Three months ago~

Scott O'Neill walked through the debris, searching for what he already knew was there. Yes, the public thought that this stretch of road had been shut down because of a spill of radioactive chemicals, but he knew better. No, what was really lurking out there was much more dangerous than any chemical.

That was when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. He turned slowly and saw nothing but debris and dying, brown grass. Still, he signaled to his men to be careful as what they were looking for appeared to be nearby.

"Sir, over here!" he heard one of his scientists yell excitedly.

Knowing already what his scientist had encountered, O'Neill nods at his men who draw their guns. With that, he walked over to where his scientist and one of his assistants, a young man named Matt, stood. "Get back!" he ordered menacingly, lest they forget who was in charge of their entire operation. Some people still thought of that idiot Henry Burke as their leader but, clearly, he didn't have what it took, and O'Neill had taken the helm and wasn't about to relinquish his command.

Lying on the ground was their target. Despite the fact it was a humanoid—and appeared to be a middle-aged man—he knew better. Oh, he knew too well how wrong it would be to count that creature as a human. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he sneered down at the injured extraterrestrial.

There was blood all over—and it looked surprisingly like human blood to him—and O'Neill noted to himself that the subject was injured. I'll let the scientists handle that back at the mountain, he thought to himself. That was when the creature looked up at him, rage in his dark brown eyes, and growled, "Do you think you will get away with this?"

Laughing, O'Neill replied scornfully, "Oh, I know I will." And then he turned to his men and growled, "Drug him and take him away."

"Do you not know who I am?" the alien screamed as the men surrounded him. "I'm Nick, the leader of the…" He didn't get to finish his sentence because one of the scientists sticks a syringe in his neck and pushes the plunger down—releasing sedatives into his body.

"Well, welcome to America, you alien scum," O'Neill muttered to nobody in particular as he watched two of his assistants take their target away on a stretcher.

~Two months ago~

Jack Bruno groaned exasperatedly as his 16 year old nephew defiantly took a puff of his cigarette. "Jimmy, didn't I tell you there's no smoking in my house?" he asked as he grabbed the cigarette out of his hand and ground it into the wooden floor with his boot.

"You're not my father!" Jimmy Hunter growled, his anger all too apparent. "And your fiancée isn't my mother!"

Jack just shook his head, wondering how it all came down to this. Slowly he responded, trying to be reasonable, "Don't you think we know that? You've made that all too clear. But you're still living under our roof, so you're going to follow our rules."

Jimmy stared at him, a sneer on his face, and shot back angrily, "What're you going to do about it?"

Why can't he be more like Seth? Jack wondered almost aloud, remembering the distrusting yet brave alien who he had eventually he won over. At least I was able to reach him… Finally, he muttered, not wanting to deal with this anymore, "Jimmy, you're grounded. Go upstairs and don't come down until I get you."

With that, Jimmy stormed upstairs, and moments later Jack heard the door to his room slam shut. Soon, his rock music was pulsing through the house. Sighing, Jack wished that, somehow, he would be able to reach his lost nephew before it was too late. He just really didn't see it happening…

~Present day~

Their mission was clear. But, as they learned last time, sometimes things did not always go according to plan. Sara glanced nervously over at her older brother, who was calmly making the necessary adjustments in speed and angle to make their landing. "Are you certain we will not crash this time?" she asked worriedly, turning back to her own set of touch screens.

"We will be fine," Seth quickly answered, not even looking away from what he was doing.

Sighing, Sara thought back to the day they were told of their mission. The military had managed to trick the new president of their planet who was against the takeover of earth, Nick, into taking a "space cruise" around the planet. As soon as they had him in the ship, they shot it into space. With Nick—who was the wildly popular face of their parent's movement— out of the way, the military was able to seize control of the government with little resistance and were planning on taking over Earth. What the military didn't know? Nick had been wearing a tracking device. Intelligence confirmed the ship's destination: Earth.

"Are you alright, Sara?" Sara was torn from her thoughts by Seth, who was looking at her anxiously and vaguely confusedly.

"Yes, I am. And I am very excited to see Jack Bruno again."

"We cannot involve him," Seth said coldly, not even looking at his sister as he did. "This mission is much too dangerous."

Knowing her brother well enough to understand where he's coming from, Sara replied gently, "Seth, you said that last time. If it were not for him, we would be back at Witch Mountain being dissected like…frogs." She shuddered at the thought of it.

"I know," her brother muttered, seemingly knowing he had already been defeated. "However, we do not require his assistance…"

Trying to suppress a smile, Sara exclaimed, "Well, it is settled then. We will find Jack Bruno and ask for his help!"

Groaning, Seth didn't respond. He already knew his sister had won, and, besides, part of him knew that she was right. "Prepare for landing," he said calmly as he returned to his work.

"Is it not great to be back?" his sister asked nobody in particular as Seth steadied himself to land their craft without crashing.

No, Seth only thought bitterly to himself. Not in the least.