The new kid
The bell rang for the start of class at Jefferson County Middle School and, despite runaway roadwork supplies, somehow getting into a lion enclosure at the zoo and crashing a production of Macbeth, Milo and company make it on time.
"I still can't believe we're not late." remarked Zack.
"OK, the jackhammer is a new one today, I thought for sure the lions would get hurt." mused Milo
"The lions, what about us? That thing almost took my head off!" asked Melissa.
Surprisingly, Ms. Murawski was not at her desk when they arrived, which they thought was very strange. She was very attached to that desk and they were almost never apart. The trio took their seats as usual, when Principal Milder walked in.
"Good morning class, I have some announcements to make" she started, then proceeded to gather notes and started again.
"First, Ms. Murawski will no longer be teaching you for the rest of the year, and most likely never again. This is due to an incident". Upon hearing this, the whole class turned to Milo. Principal Milder noticed this as well, because she then continued:
"And no, this is not a Murphy's Law incident, funnily enough. No, she recently bought a new desk which some may call a 'Brobdingnagian monstrosity' and missed a payment. When the repo men came to take it away, she attacked them with office supplies screaming 'You'll never tear us apart!' The police were called by concerned neighbours and she is now residing in a secure facility where she will receive the best care money can buy."
The students all gasped silently at this news. They all knew she had a fascination, no, obsession with her desk, but they never thought it would go this far. Principal Milder carried on:
"Fortunately, we have a new teacher ready to take the reins. Please say hello to Mr. Jones."
Mr. Jones walks in and greets the class.
"Hello everyone" he said.
Principal Milder then whispered in his ear "You do have life insurance, right?"
"Don't worry, I am completely covered" he whispered back.
"Second, we also have a new student joining us from Oregon. Please say hello to Shane Miller. Please also do your best to make sure he feels welcome here." Principal Milder continued.
"Hello, it's great to be here. I hope we can be good friends." Shane said, with a vigor not common among typical new kids.
"Shane, feel free to sit anywhere you like, and talk to the other students. Don't be shy." Principal Milder instructed in a calming manner.
"Well, that's all for today, bye." Milder concluded, and walked out of the room.
Shane then made to take a seat next to Milo, Melissa and Zack.
"So, you're the famous Milo Murphy I've been hearing about since I got here. Did you know this school made me sign 10 safety waivers before I could walk into this classroom?" Shane said.
"It used to be more, but I helped then condense it down" answered Milo.
"Yeah, they used to make you sign for spontaneous combustion" added Melissa.
Shane laughed at this, which confused many of the students, especially Bradley.
"After what I saw in Oregon, I am ready for anything. And please, don't ask what I saw in Oregon, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." Shane mused. He said that last bit with less energy than his usual speech pattern, which Milo and the others noticed, but did not press further. After all, everyone has things they would rather not share.
After giving Shane a tour of the school, the day ended with the final bell for dismissal. Shane stuck around after they got out of school.
"Hey, do you mind if I hung out with you guys for a bit. My folks won't be home till late and it can get lonely in the house by myself?" Shane asked.
"You know what you're getting into right?" Zack inquired. "You wouldn't be the first new kid to get sucked into Milo's cyclone of calamity."
"Oh, I'm not afraid of Murphy's Law. In fact, I like a little excitement, makes me feel alive" answered Shane.
"Well, when you put it like that, how can we say no?" said Milo, intrigued by the possibility of a new friend.
"Great, let's do it" said Shane.
"I know what we need to do. We need to throw you a 'first day of school' party to celebrate you joining our little family" suggested Milo, ever the happy one.
"To the mall!" exclaimed Melissa.
At the mall, Cavendish and Dakota were manning their usual pistachio stand, when they noticed Milo and his entourage walk in. To their surprise, they notice one kid they did not recognise walking with them. This was not unheard of, there were many kids they did not recognise, after all, they were not here to mingle with the locals.
"Well, the pistachios are ready for transport, let's wrap this one up before something gets destroyed" suggested Cavendish, upon seeing Milo.
"Awwww c'mon, I wanna meet Milo's new friend, can't we spare a few minutes to talk to him?" asked Dakota, his curiosity piqued.
"You know what the Law can do. It may not be his fault, I get that now, but we still have a mission to complete" answered Cavendish. "Now help me load these pistachios onto the truck we have in the back. We have a long drive ahead of us"
"Ugh, fine" Dakota complained. The two time-travellers then exited the mall through a back entrance with their cargo and took down their stand.
"Now, according to this mission briefing, we are to meet a man called Albert Stevens at this point here with the cargo" explained Cavendish, pointing to a spot on a map he had marked prior to arriving at the mall. At that point, Dakota and Cavendish drove off without another word.
Back to Milo and co. they walk to the party supply store at the mall and proceeded to have a look around. Milo spotted a very familiar face working down the aisle.
"Sara! What are you doing here?" asked Milo.
"I got a part-time job here at the store to help pay for some new Doctor Zone DVDs that just came out. These ones are newly retrieved episodes from the 12-part serial 'Scheme of the Trashcan-droids', that were found buried in an African jungle" answered Sara, enthusiastically.
"Why, hello, I don't think we've met" said Shane, surprised that Milo knew an employee.
"Oh, of course, Shane, this is my sister Sara. She's a bit of a Doctor Zone fan. Sara, meet Shane, a new kid in my class who is coming off his first day" Milo said.
"You are insured, right?" asked Sara
"Don't worry, I know what I am getting into, and eagerly waiting for what comes next" assured Shane.
Unbeknownst to everyone present, a series of accidents at the pet store next door causes the cage doors to suddenly fly open. Next thing you know, the mall is faced with stampeding dogs, cats, guinea pigs and other household pets. At this point, the alarm goes off, and everyone is scrambling for the door.
"So, I take it this is a typical day for you guys?" inquired Shane, intrigued at this development.
"Yeah, pretty much" Milo, Melissa and Zack all say at once.
"Nothing I'm not prepared for" assured Milo, as he reached into his backpack as he pulled out some raw meat, fish and other food items.
"Melissa, you round up the dogs, Shane, you get the cats, Zack and I will take care of the tinier pets. We need to lure them back into the pet store" said Milo, demonstrating his quick thinking. They all took their assigned items, and split up.
Rounding up the pets took a little time, but with some ingenuity, all pets were successfully rounded up back into their cages. As thanks for saving the mall from yet another damages claim, the manager let Milo, Melissa, Zack and Shane have one of each party supply package on the house, after it was verified that nothing was broken due to Murphy's Law. After taking what they could, they all went to Milo's house to plan the party.
"You know what, I'm not really a party person, just a small gathering like this will do" said Shane.
"Really, then we're gonna have a slight problem" said Zack. When asked why by Shane, it was revealed that the whole class got together for Shane's 'first day of school' party.
"We were gonna drag you around town on a tour to keep you busy, but when you asked us if you wanted to hang out, it just made everything easier" explained Melissa.
"The suggestion to have a party was to throw off your suspicions" Milo further explained.
"You guys are the best, you know that" Shane complimented, obviously enjoying the effort everyone went for him.
"Come on, let's go party!" exclaimed Milo.
While the kids were enjoying themselves, Cavendish and Dakota arrived at their destination, and met with their contact in a darkened room that made them uneasy.
"I don't like this, maybe we should ask for a rendez-vous with a little more illumination" said Dakota, with fear in his voice.
"Orders are orders, now come on" urged Cavendish. Their path was met with a mysterious figure.
"Albert Stevens?" asked Cavendish.
"Yes" the figure said.
"We have the pistachios as ordered. Ready to receive debriefing" stated Cavendish, with some formality.
"I didn't want the pistachios. What I really wanted was the two of you, here and now" corrected the figure, whom Dakota was liking less and less every second they were here. At this point the lights came on, and Cavendish and Dakota found themselves surrounded by armed soldiers.
"What is this?! Who are you?!" demanded Cavendish in a panicked tone.
"Captain Albert Stevens, Excalibur Institute" explained Albert.
"Never heard of you!" retorted Dakota
"That's how good we are" explained Albert.
"What do you want?!" demanded Cavendish
"Temporal Division has had their eye on the two of you for quite some time. They get really riled up when unauthorised time-travel occurs right under their nose" Albert explained
"We're pistachio collectors, what harm could we do to the timeline?!" exclaimed Dakota.
"We know what you are, and further investigation revealed that you two have no significant impact on the timeline whatsoever" clarified Albert.
"Then why all this?!" asked Cavendish, confounded as to why this man would go to all this trouble for two people apparently so insignificant.
"I can make your troubles with Temporal Division go away, provided you tell me what I want to know" said Albert.
"And what's that?" asked Dakota, concerned.
"Everything I need to know, about Milo Murphy" said Albert.
Author's note: This is my first fanfic, it took a lot of courage for me to get around to writing this, and I had to think over it a lot in my head. Doing this, I never realised how hard writing was, until now. The writing team behind the show all deserve raises. Speaking of the show, I own nothing in Milo Murphy's Law, Disney and the animation geniuses Dan Povenmire and Jeff Marsh do. I claim no rights or monetisation from this, it is just for fun. The OC's in this fic, however, are mine.
EDIT: comments welcome, as well as any advice on how to get more readers.