This is my first attempt at a fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. So here's a little background for you. It's been 5 years since Willy DuWitt left the Aniverse and the crew of the Righteous Indignation. 5 years in the Aniverse. 15 years in the Universe.

Will sat at his desk in his apartment, turning his computer on and putting down his glass of soda. He looked around and yawned, "Alright, Will. Let's get this show on the road," he said, popping his knuckles and entering his password into his login screen.

He double taked over to the crystal Jenny gave him so long ago. He furrowed his brow in confusion as it cracked and flickered on and off, looking at the doorway to his proton accelerator as it flickered on. He smiled, belting on his knife and flashlight, "Oh, it's gonna' be great to see them again. Hang on, guys. I'm coming."

And he stepped through.

When he arrived into the engine room of the Indignation he was shocked, confused. Severe damage marred the floor as the lights dimly flickered. If they worked at all. He crouched down and looked around for the lockbox kept in here just for him. As luck would have it, it had been pried open but the pistol remained in place and intact. He took it and made his way out of the room. As his eyes adjusted to the low light, he looked around, "Buck. Buck, are you here?" he whispered. He wasn't sure if there were any toads nearby, so he dared not turn on his flashlight and give away his position. He crept along the room and heard a low growl behind him. He turned around to see a huge shadow leap at hip. Instinctively he stepped toward the shadow and turned its own momentum against it, flipping it over his shoulder and putting the barrel of the pistol on its forehead.

Knowing his stealth was compromised, he flicked on the flashlight to shine on his assailant. A shocked look washed upon his face as he looked upon the would be attacker, "Bruiser?"

Then, as if on cue he heard 5 clicks. He knew these clicks. He knew them well. From the shadows stepped a four armed Kanopsian. One organic blue eye. One mechanical red one, "Wrong ship, mate. Definitely wrong time," he said holding up for laser pistol, all aimed straight at Will. Then, a sight that chilled him to his core stepped out of the shadows: Bucky O'Hare, scarred and with a cold look in his eye.

"Stun him," he said as he turned and walked away.

"Deadeye, no. Don't, it's m-"

And then there was darkness as all four weapons fired at once.

When he came to, he had the worst headache he could remember, "Oh...That hurt." He tried to rub his head, only to find his hands had been cuffed and chained to the floor. He looked around, seeing Bucky giving him a cold, dead, stare, "Is this necessary, Buck?"

"I'm not sure. I'm trying to find out if you're a Toad spy. Or some kind of freelance merc here to make a payday on my corpse."

"It's me, Buck. It's Willy. Willy DuWitt."

"Impossible. He was a kid when he left here 5 years ago."

"It's been 15 for me, man." He looked around, "What happened?"

"What do you mean what happened?" The green rabbit asked, crossing his arms.

"I mean what happened. When I went home, you were winning the Toad Wars."

"Well, we lost. Your friends took two of mine and killed one of them."

He slowly stood up, fighting against the chains that held him down, terror washing over him, "Who?"

Bucky furrowed his brow, "You really don't know do you?"

"Just tell me. Please," Will pleaded.

"Blinky and Jenny. They have Jenny captive somewhere. I don't know where."

Will fell to his knees, "Blinky...no," hearing the death of his mechanical friend forced a tsunami of loss to flood over him. Tears poured down his face, "I'm sorry, Blinky. I'm sorry."

The Beetlegeusian Beserker Baboon walked in, his left mechanical foot clanging against the metal floor. A sense of regret and guilt washed over Will, "He knows my name, Captain. He knows me."

"Bruiser, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you. It's me. Will," he said to his large friend, trying to prove his identity to them.

"Prove it," Bruiser replied.

Will took in a deep breath and let out a thundering Beetlegeusian battle cry, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Bruiser blinked and recognition washed over his face, "Willy? Wow, little buddy. You're not little anymore," he said smiling.

"Yeah. I grew up," he said with a smirk. He looked at Bucky, "Bucky, it's me. Please. Uncuff me."

Bucky just stared at him for a long while, "If you're lying, I'll personally throw you out an airlock. Got it."

Will swallowed hard and nodded as he held up his hands. After the restraints were removed, he tried to give his friends a hug. Only Bruiser accepted, "If I am, I'll jump out the airlock and save you the trouble."

For the first time since his arrival, Bucky smiled, "Welcome back, crewman Duwitt."

Will smiled in return, "Good to be back."

Somewhere, in a dark prison cell on a base known to the elite few of the Toad Empire, an Aldebaranian woman, battered, starving, and weakened feels, for the first time in the years since her capture, hope. She uses some of what little strength she has left and lifts her head up and whispers, "Willy."