Yes, this is another time travel story. Deal with it.

April 22, 2038

Rachel's POV

It was Sunday. The smell of breakfast-for-dinner filled the room, and the sound of people filled the house. The celebration of Isabella's 11th birthday excited the crowd. I snapped a picture as she was handed another red-wrapped gift. She shredded through it and gave an exasperated gasp. I shuffled to the kitchen to haul in the cake, I picked it up with one hand to lick the frosting off my finger when the door was broken into many tiny pieces and scattered across the living room. "FREEZE," came the shouts of four men dressed in Navy Blue and black. Everyone's hands shot up, "We are here to arrest Wallabee Beetles as the leader of the government rebel."

"What?" Came the unified response from the left half of the room. They handcuffed his hands behind his back and left in such a haste that it knocked Wally down to his knees. "I'm sorry," He mouthed to Kuki as a tear silently rolled down her cheek.

Present Day April 22, 2006

Oklahoma city. The absolute worst place to walk a mile in my shoes. Now don't get me wrong, it's not a bad place in general. It's just my life that doesn't fit there. Count the ways shall we, my friends live a thousand miles away, and I don't spend much time here anyway, being up on Moonbase and all. The robot I programmed for school is malfunctioning and not remembering my homework assignments, and I think my parents suspect something. On top of it all, my brother refuses to speak to me for something I would remember if I did. Just perfect.

I climbed onto my parked ship. I sighed. "I should probably just go back to the Moonbase." I muttered as I switched the ignition. The ship began to rumble as it lifted me into the sky, towards the moon.

At Moonbase, kids buzzed with business like bees. Suddenly, a boy, who was running for his life ran into me. "Numbuh 362, sir!" saluted Numbuh 60, or Patton Drilvosky as some called him. He helped me up.

"At ease, Numbuh 60, and what are you doing up here, anyway?" I asked, wondering why the Artic drill sergeant was up here on the moon.

"I had to take a cadet up here. He got wounded during training."

I nodded in understanding. "Then why are you running?" almost as my answer, a voice roared loudly.

"Numbuh Siiixxtttyyy!"

Patton's eyes grew wide. "Numbuh 86!"

I chuckled. "What did you do this time?"

He put on hand on the back of his neck. "Oh… nothing…" he lied nervously. Soon, a furious and drenched Fanny Fulbright came storming into the main deck. "Well, I kinda… pulled a prank on her…"

I rolled my eyes. "Again? You should know by now that if you pull a prank on Numbuh 86, you won't live." I said.

"I know, I just-" he was cut off by Fanny grabbing the dark haired boy by the collar and lifted him up off of his feet.

"I know you did this to me, ya stupid boy!" she hissed, drawing her fist back to punch him. I had to stop her before she put him in the medical deck.

"Fanny!" I scolded, just as her fist was about to make a powerful contact with Patton's face.

"What?" she asked, looking at me.

"Put him down."

"But-"

"No buts, Numbuh 86. Now, go dry off." I ordered as Fanny gave one last deadly glare at Patton before dropping him and stormed off.

Patton rubbed his head as he looked up at me. "Thanks. I thought for sure I was going to die." Patton got up as he starred off into the direction of Fanny. "I think I'm gonna go see if she's okay. Then bug her." Before I could stop him, he was running towards Fanny. "Hey Numbuh 86!"

I rolled my eyes. It was obvious he liked her. It was a question that was still shifty if Fanny liked him back. I sighed as I headed to my office, the last words I heard before I started to climb the stars was "You stupid boy! Don't EVER kiss me again!" then I heard a loud and painful smack. I smirked.

Fanny's comment seemed to be the highlight of the hour, it gave me and her enough chance to be pulled into a good mood before I have to retreat to my office, where I would be piled to my chest in paperwork and files.

Sorting the mess took perhaps a measly 35 minutes that I would never get back, yet, in the long shot, perhaps it was worth it, and it might spare me some free-time later I stack the last of the papers in their designated folders, I notice a poorly scribbled note on a pink post-it at the bottom:

"Sometimes, the future was meant to be set in stone. No mater how hard you would enjoy changing it, it's very easily changed, so take my advice, and DON'T change it."

Funny, it kind of looks like Nigel's handwriting, but nobody has seen him in ever. Then again, I do know that Fanny is good at forging handwriting, because, look at all the times she's forged mine and Patton's, then there was that prank she played on me last week, saying that Nigel sent me a note that got lost in her backpack... Who am I kidding, Fanny wrote this. I pushed it into the garbage can, grabbed my jacket, turned the lights off, and left home for dinner.

"Why on God's green earth, would you call the cops?" Rachel scolded her daughter. Tears streamed down young Isabella's face as she witnessed the mistake unfold. She saw that Kuki's eyes turned stone hard as she lured to her children. An unspoken code was unveiled and instantly, but Kuki and Rachel realized that Isabella had updated the Beetles children on plans, federal movements, and the perfect time to call the cops.

"But mom, you didn't see what he was doing and how he had..." Young Tyler was cut off with his mother's shaky voice,

"You two need to learn which battles are yours to fight," And Kuki walked away so swiftly, that Rachel almost thought she would turn a blind rage when the kids went to bed.

I jumped the stairs by twos and hoped that my brother was still locked in the bathroom sanitizing his arms, legs, and feet. As I ran past his bathroom, the light was on. A partial wave of relief washed over me and I collapsed face first onto the soft dark orange bed spread.

Okay, so, maybe I'm not the type of person to lay on my bed, face down for more than a couple of seconds, but hey, the intention was clear.

I crawled to the chocolate brown nightstand and rummaged to the bottom of the drawer, where I dug up my black-and-green diary and opened it to the second-to-last page, grabbed my purple fuzzy pen, and wrote in it's empty, green tinted sheets.

I haven't heard from Nigel in a while. An hour to be more precise. It's like, he won't talk to me. I just can't explain it, but I have to give him the benefit of the doubt, he may be trying to satisfy his overly clingy girlfriend. What can you do?

I snap it shut and buried it back in the bottom of the drawer. I brought out my thin black laptop and sat leaned against my bed frame, my left leg propped up on my right knee. Once the loading was complete, I opened up the Internet Explorer. My homepage was brought up and I checked my email. I had two from Fanny, one from my brother, three from sectors D, O, and P, but there was one I didn't recognize, so naturally I opened that first.

probably didn't heed my warning. But that's ok It's your choice

No signature, no name, no email, nothing. I felt the strange urge to save it and go over it again. Perhaps get some scientists on it.

I opened the email from Harvey next. Perhaps he would tell me why he hasn't been talking to me.

Sis, I'd be careful who you trust. It's a crazy world out there.

I tilted the computer screen down. What was up with all these crazy riddles today! I sighed and opened up the rest. On one, Fanny was informing me on some new candy that I told her to remind me to buy, and in her other one, one that was sent to me not very long ago, was about Patton's little surprise that she gave her after his prank. From what I got from the email, apparently that 'stupid boy' was sent to the medical lab after all. I rolled my eyes. I warned the kid, and he didn't listen. What are you gonna do?

The rest were just mission files and information that some sectors gathered from villains and teens. I closed my laptop and laid it on the foot of my bed, hoping it won't fall off during the night like it did last time.

I sighed and looked around the room. Clutter gathered in some of the corners and a couple garments of dirty clothing laid in random spots of the room. Because of being an impulsive neat freak, this small bit of clutter wasn't acceptable.

I got to my feet and began to clean the clutter from the floor, which led to organizing my shelves, which led to cleaning and sanitizing my TV and shelves, which led to cleaning under my bed. Soon, in the 30 minutes that I cleaned, my room was practically sparkling. I admired my work as I stood proudly in front of my bed.

I suddenly got a dry feeling in my mouth. I smacked and licked my lips, trying to get rid of the cotton mouth feeling. I shrugged and walked out of my room and downstairs to the kitchen where my mother was blissfully doing dishes.

"Ah, hello Rachel. I didn't see you get home. How long have you been here?"

I shrugged. Shows how much my mom pays attention to me. "A while." I said, getting a glass cup from the cupboard.

"How was school? Did you learn anything new?" My eyes suddenly grew.

Crud! I forgot to open and load the learning files of my S.C.H.O.O.L-B.O.T. onto my laptop! "Um… no. Nothing special." I opened up the fridge and got a glass of juice.

"Aw, how's that, what's his name? Nigel, doing?"

My mom's question caught me off guard. "Uh… I don't know. I haven't seen him in a while."

My brother's call for me saved me from my mom asking another question. "Hey sis, that Doctor Continuum Dork show you like is on!"

I rolled my eyes, but really, I was flooded with relief. "It's Doctor Space Time in the Continuum!" I yelled. I turned to my mom "Sorry mom, gotta go catch my show." I said, running towards the TV room, where my brother was sitting on the couch. I shoved him away and took the remote from him.

"Hey! No touch!" Harvey yelled.

I scooted away from him to where I was no where from touching range from him. "Happy?"

Harvey pouted as he sulked into the couch. "Just watch your dork show."

After the show, I found that Harvey was really into the show and was actually taking intrest in it. "So, who's the nerd now?" I asked smugly.

"Uno still is." he said, without taking his eyes off of the TV. "Speaking of which. I haven't seen Uno in a while. Did he finally realize what a failure he is and ran away?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "No Harvey. In fact, I haven't seen him in a while also." Harvey suddenly looked up at the ceiling, in the direction of… my room.

"Hey sis, I have this strange feeling that someone's up there…"

Almost instantly, Harvey and I sprung up and raced upstairs, skipping every other step. We sprinted down the hall as I reached for my S.P.I.C.E.R. from my back pocket, and Harvey reached for his S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R. I slowed down and pressed ourselves against the wall. As we approached my room, I stayed hidden, and peaked behind the wall, peering into my room. I was shocked at my sight. An adult was in my room! Anger bubbled up inside me as I sprung into my room, kicking the adult in the back. The adult whirled around, showing its face. My eyes grew huge, no doubt Harvey's did either. The adult had a little longer then shoulder length hair, blond, and she wore a slim, orange long sleeve shirt with light blue pants. She looked just like… me.

Also, if you're confused, the next chapter will make a lot more sense.

I just want to thank Numbuh362 for help on this story. She is a huge help. (she practically wrote half of this story) You rock Numbuh362! ^.^

R&R!

RBH, signing off!