A/N: Ok here was an idea I had floating around for quite a while and I finally wrote it down. This is only my seconed fanfic and I havn't even finished the first one. So reviews are welcomed.
Disclaimer: Phil of the Future was my idea but then Disney stole it before I could copyright it. It's the truth. Stop looking at me like that. Fine we all know that I don't' own it and I didn't come up with it. But I did come up with this story all on my own.
The old time machine shook left and right and the emergency symbol was flashing bright red. Pieces of debris were falling off. Phil gripped the seat tightly ignoring all the noisy alarms around him. His eyes were fixed on the screen showing what year he was in. 2049, 2035, 2020. He was almost there. The time machine just had to hold in a few seconds longer. 2018, 2013, 2010. The shaking increased violently and Phil was thrown from one end of the machine to another. 2008, 2007, 2006. Phil hurt all over but his concentration and determination never wavered. 2005. The shaking stopped and Phil was thrown against the back of the machine. He had arrived. Trembling slightly Phil stood up. His head felt like he had a minor concussion but other then that he was in one piece.
The door slowly opened revealing a small forest. Phil realized that he was in the park. Stepping out of the time machine Phil evaluated the damage. It looked even worse then when Dad was trying to fix it all those years ago. Turning around Phil breathed in deeply savouring the fairly clean air. He stepped out from behind the trees that had covered his arrival and now concealed the beaten up RV. The park was just as he remembered it right down to the colour of the sand in the playground. Phil recalled that his old house wasn't that far from the park. Thankfully, the place was deserted and Phil didn't have to hide walking through. The street was deserted too and Phil was able to walk across without hiding his face although he still did it in case anyone was watching from a window. He J-walked over to his house and went around to the backyard fence. Peeking over he was able to see that no one was in the back. He took a big breath like he used to do when he was nervous and climbed over. After all even if he was reverting to childish habits the fate of the world still depended on him completing his self-given mission.
He took out his old key, slightly rusty from years without use. Luckily, it still worked and Phil entered a place he hadn't seen in ten years. It was picture perfect. Everything in its place. Obviously Mom had recently been on one of her cleaning splurges. Phil sighed nostalgically and just stood there lost in past memories of simpler times. He shook himself out of this reminding himself that he didn't go through all that just to sit here and remember. He walked up the stairs tiptoeing all the way. He reached the landing and turned towards the closed door to what was his room. Phil knocked.
"Hello," a voice called, "I thought everyone had left. Or is that you Keel." The owner of the voice opened the door and Phil found he was staring at himself.
A/N: Okay end of Chapter one. How'd you like it? Don't tell me now just go and write it as a review. :) I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible but I'm going away tomorrow so it might not be up till Tuesday.