Krayonder and Specs stood before Admiral Lang, both nervous and excited. They'd never been called to do a special mission, just the two of them. Taz and Up were always the ones to get chosen.

"In 1957, a man by the name of Jason Rellis had been working with nuclear technology," Lang explained. "He came up with the strongest nuclear weapon known to man. This weapon, however, never made it out of the blueprint stage. He decided it was too dangerous to be put to use, so he hid the plans. The plans were later found, and stored in a government storage facility."

Krayonder nodded, but he was very confused. What did something someone did thousands of years ago have to do with their mission.

"Doctor Spaceclaw had escaped prison and gotten a hold of these plans."

Specs gasped. "he could use the weapon to destroy the base!"

"And every base that the G.L.E.E has."

"So, like, where do we come in?" Krayonder asked.

"The G.L.E.E has recently perfected its time-travel technology. We want to use this to send you two back in time to get him to destroy the plans."

The two were awestruck. Time-travel was something they only thought would be possible in the movies.

"But sir," Specs said. "If we disturb anything in the past, it may affect the future in ways that-"

"We have taken this matter into account," Lang interrupted. "But this is the only way. You two will have to keep a low profile, which is why you will posing as high-school students." he held up a black and white photograph of a blonde-haired girl. "This is Sarah Rellis, Jason Rellis' daughter. You will attend school with her, and it is your responsibility to become her friend so you can get to her father. You will stay with Robert Wilson, who we have already alerted about you coming."

Lang continued to brief them on things they would need to know to fit in in the 50's, then told them to go get a good night's sleep. As they walked down the hall to their rooms, Krayonder was buzzing with excitement.

"Dude! We're going to the 50's! Do you know what that means?"

"What?"

"Convertibles, milkshakes, and rock 'n roll! Elvis was alive, man! This was probably the single most awesome time period of all time! And, even better, we get to go back to high school!"

Specs raised an eyebrow. "You say this like it's a good thing."

"High school was awesome, man! It was so much fun! Football, prom, being able to goof off and not have anyone care!"

"Really?" She asked. "Because I remember it as being a hell-hole full of arrogant jerks and vain cheerleaders who constantly tormented me as if it was a game."

"Then think of it like this," he grabbed her arm. "You get to start over and have the high school experience that you've always wanted. And if you mess up, it doesn't even matter, because this isn't even real. We're just acting, and after the mission we get to go home."

"I guess it can't be that bad…"

"Exactly! Besides," he put an arm around her. "I'll be there, so you won't be alone."

But all to soon, they were at her door. She ducked out from underneath his arm and punched in her combination into the keypad.

"It's funny to think that we're going to actually have to unlock doors manually tomorrow." She turned around to find him standing much closer to her than he needed to be.

Not that she minded.

"Goodnight, Krayonder."

His eyes were wide, and he suddenly grabbed her hand. His head was spinning, so he just squeezed it and let go.

"Uh… Yeah… See you tomorrow…"

She smiled and closed the door behind her. He stood in front of it for a moment, feeling so damn stupid.

That night, he dreamed that he was in the 50's. Everything looked like it had come right out of the movie Grease. He was the cool guy who played the guitar and Specs was his girlfriend. He had a cherry-red convertible that he drove to a diner. They drank milkshakes, and then an Elvis song came on the jukebox. He asked Specs to dance, but she said that she didn't know how. He held out his hand, saying that it was easy, and he could teach her. They danced, laughing and grinning without a care in the world. She looked into his eyes and said that he was the most amazing thing ever. He leaned in, his lips so close to hers and-

Beep! Beep!

He really hated that alarm clock.

He didn't need to pack anything, because everything they owned, even their toothbrushes, could give them away. That was what the hard part was going to be; the lack of technology. He knew that Specs would probably go insane. And an angry Specs was never good.

Angry Specs was still pretty hot, though.

He walked down to the mess hall for a quick breakfast before he had to save the world. Specs was already sitting at a table, coffee in hand. She looked tired, as if she hadn't slept a wink all night.

"Heeey!" He said, sitting down with some orange juice and toast. "Good morning!"

She nodded, sipping her drink.

"Dude? Did you sleep at all last night."

"No."

"Dude!" he exclaimed. "Why not?"

"I… I was nervous… about today."

"Why."

She sighed. "I really don't want to go back to high school, Krayonder. You have no idea what it was like for me. I'm not the kind of person who is able to talk to people. And I know it's illogical, and that I should only focus on the mission-"

"It's not illogical." he reached for hand across the table. "Part of the mission is fitting in. Living the whole high school experience. And I know that's, like, gonna be hard for you, but you're forgetting one thing."

"What?" her cheeks were turning pink.

"I'm gonna be here. We're gonna be going to high school together, which is going to be awesome. I wish I had a friend as awesome as you in high school. And we're gonna stick together."

"Promise?"

He drew an x over his heart. "Cross my heart and hope to live."

She smiled, then drew an x too. "Cross my heart."

They finished eating, then headed over to Admiral Lang's office. When they got there, they found two suitcases waiting for them.

"Are you two ready?" he asked.

Specs sighed. "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Just remember- low profile. You are 17, so no drinking. No mentioning ANYTHING that happens after 1957. And no telling ANYONE about your mission."

They nodded.

"Now, you may experience some nausea as a side affect of time travel, but all that should wear off in an hour or two… or three… You'll be fine!"

It wasn't exactly the most reassuring thing to hear.

They stepped toward the circular machine. Specs' heart was beating fast, but the reassuring smile on Krayonder's face was all she needed.

Maybe high school wouldn't b so bad.

Nothing could be too bad with Krayonder around.