Hey everybody, as some of you who are somewhat familiar of the short animation series "Invasion America". This year 2018, marks the twenty year anniversary when the show was released on the WB before it was called The CW. I've watched both the show, and read both books from Christy Golden, and I have to say that I believe that I can give the series the closer it deserves. From what I saw on the show, and what I've read in the books, I was inspired to write this fanfiction and to use certain details from both sources to help me along. As well as come up with theories, and back stories for characters I believe that could work. Though I realize that with IA was a really long time ago, and that the few fanfics there are haven't been updated in just as long. This is just another story that I believe has more to tell, and some questions that need to be answered.

Anyways, I hope that you'll enjoy this fanfic, and I do my up most best to post a new chapter as soon as I can. Enjoy, and Have a Nice Day. Thank You ;)

Chapter. 1: The Return

Part. 1

Glenport, Massachusetts

September 7, 1999

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep –

After a couple of taps to my nightstand, I finally managed to press the alarm button to shut it off and saw the time clock showed. Seven o'five a.m.. Knowing full well what today is, even though I didn't want to acknowledge it. I turned over to the wall up beside my bed and look up to the calendar hanging overhead. At first it was blurry, but after rub on my eye I am able to see the image of Neal Armstrong taking the first steps on the moon, as well as the date today.

"Goodbye summer vacation. And Hello, Senior Year." I said groggily

I turn over to the other side and I see the early morning fogbound from outside my window, as well as hearing the birds and gules squawk and chirp. Especially, the light snoring of my four legged roommate sleeping in his favorite spot. Sleeping on his side, in the middle of the navy and white oval rug, that lays flat on the floor of my bedroom.

"I guess you're not that hungry this morning, are you Shadow?" I chuckled.

Just like that, the full white husky twitched his ears and propped himself on all four paws. Before I can get up to, his tongue found my face.

"Okay, okay boy." I laughed a little as I petted his head and scruff. "How about, you let me get up first and then I'll feed you, alright?"

Shadow backed up as I flipped the navy and white cover off, and I stretched myself out. Soon enough, we were out the room, down the stairs, in the kitchen, and I grabbed Shadows bowl and poured two cups of Peddegree into it. As I made my own breakfast, a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of orange juice. I found a note on the refrigerator addressed to me, I don't have to guess who it was from, the hand writing is too noticeable and easy to figure.

"David, I took Thia to the Day Center. And I'm working out with T-On this morning at the Warf. I'll see you later after school. Have a good day. Love you."

"Thanks, hope I will." I said to myself.

After finishing breakfast and wash up my dishes, I let Shadow out to the backyard so he can tend to his 'needs'. Then I move on to the next steps of my morning ritual. A shower in the upstairs bathroom, along with thorough brush and floss of my teeth. Next, getting my clothes and shoes from my closet and throwing them on my back and legs. A short sleeve navy polo shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and my black and white convers. After strapping on a belt and my wrist watch, I grab school supplies and class schedule and put them all in my backpack. I look at the red glow light on my clock showed seven thirty-seven.

After words, I go back down stairs to the backyard and pick up Shadow's 'presents', put them into a bag, tie it up, and throw it in the trash can.

I walk back in the house, then check to see that I have everything for school, as well as my school jersey and my house key. I make my lunch to have for later, since I only have money for the bus ride home this week. I hear a couple of honks from a car horn as the sound of tires tred in front the drive way.

"Hey, Carter!" a girl's voice calls out to me.

I put my food inside a brown paper bag, grab my backpack and my jacket as I head out the front door. I jog to the blue and wood Cherokee XJ from the 80's, driven by my friend Nani Rainsinger. In the shotgun seat, is my best friend Jim Bailey waving to me.

"David, come on man."

"Okay, okay I'm coming guys." I said amusing as I opened the back car door.

As I get in, I sat my stuff next to me and strapped on my seat belt. Before long, we made it out of the drive way and cruising down on Seaside Rd towards Glenport.

Nani turns on the radio to the classic rock station and the local band Boston is playing "More than a Feeling". She drives with her window open and her signature hair piece, the eagle feather flies in the breeze, but doesn't fly out of her small piece of beaded hair. It was a pass down from her mom over a year ago, and since then she's never taken it off.

"So, we all have class's together right?" Asked Nani.

"Yeah, that's right." Jim answered.

"Okay, so first period is English with Mr. Thomas. Then comes Photo 02 with Mr. Newyn for second period." I say as I read our class schedules.

"At least the mornings won't be really boring, Thomas and Newyn are the kind of teachers that make school exciting. Whether it's in the mornings, the middle, of the day, or in the after noon's." Jim said exciting.

"I agree, though I wish I could say the same for Mr. Bonner, and Mr. Bean for Biology and Calculus for fourth and fifth. And Bonner scares me more." I confessed.

"Uhg, don't get me started with Bonner." Nani complained. "It was bad enough just having him only once last year for Junior year, now again for Senior year. I just hope he picked up some common sense over the summer break."

"That might be too much to hope for Nani." Jim added as a joke.

"Wishful thinking, Bailey. Wishful thinking."

"And how many times do I have to say to call me 'Jim'. After all, that is my name, 'Jim', just 'Jim". Jim pointed out to Nani.

"So is your last name, and I call you by it because I love you-"

"Even so,' Jim interrupts. ''calling me by my last name sounds like other kid are calling chubby twelve year old-"

"O-Kay,' I interrupted. "Moving on. For fifth period, is P.E. Mr. Mendoza, and for you guys at sixth period Is History with Mr. Halmorsin."

"I still can't believe it. How do you have only five classes, and get off an hour early than the rest of us?" Jim asked sarcastically.

"What can I say? When someone is fully committed to school, they will be rewarded." I answered amusingly.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever.''

We laughed at that little joke. At least we were off on a good start of the day for us that was saying something. We weren't being pulled over by the sheriff, or being honked at by other drivers for a number of reasons. Yeah, I'd say this was a good start.

By seven fifty five, we made it to the Glenport High School parking lot with time to spare. We stopped by our lockers located next our first class, I dropped off some of my text books and we headed to our first class in English with Mr. Thomas. As always, he starts off with his sense of humor and positive attitude with him by trying talk teenage slang, and playing our generations music. But we all just laugh at the act, as he attended and he got to business as he explains the course to us and the readings we'll be covering each quarter. Before ending the class, he did his usual thing by getting down on his knees and begged us to do the best we can to keep up in his class and pass with flying colors. Of course we assured him we'll do our best and that he won't expect anything less, and in his own way of good faith. Mr. Thomas gives everybody a piece of Hersey's candy as he gives us our first assignment, a five paragraph essay explaining who we are, and what our goals are for this year.

Next comes Photo 02 with the second fun teacher, Mr. Newyn. When I first took his class last year, it was hard at first because there was so much to learn about certain camera models, and the chemicals to use when developing the pictures. When he uses this stuff for his weekend job as a wedding photographer, and he teaches it to us during the week, he makes this stuff look easy and straight forward. But, that's not always the case for some students. However, there are ways you still pass with a descent grade and choose whether or not you want to take the next class up. As long as you keep track with all of your assignments and keep them inside you photo portfolio, you'll have an edge to at least earn a 'C'. Thankfully I kept those sort of things from last year so they can give me some help for this class.

By the time the bell rang it was already ten fifteen, which also meant it is our mid-morning break. So Jim, Nani, and I walk to one of the vending machines and got a few bottles of water as walk around the halls to pass the time.

"Well, so far so good." Jim being optimistic.

"At least not too many are giving us the stink eye. I don't what I'll do if they start talking trash-'

"Hey," I said, interrupting Nani. "come on Nani. Being ignored, or at least people pretending they don't see us is probably better than getting the unwanted attention we got last year."

"Okay, your right David." Nani admitted. "I just hope that during this year, things will be different."

"I agree, especially for you David. I mean, after all you've practically been through Hell and back with that whole thing with that 'In-"

"Jim!" I interrupted.

"Sorry."

"Look guys, let's talk about this after Bonner and Bean, okay?"

"Okay." Jim and Nani agreed.

Before we knew, it the first bell for third period had already rung and we rushed over to Mr. Bonner's Biology class just in time. And as always, he shut the door by the time the last bell rang and the last student just made it through the door. After Mr. Bonner went over his lecture about punctuality he went on about the course and what to expect in upcoming weeks, as well as what not to expect. So he's pretty much the same since last year.

Next comes fourth period, but not exactly what I was expecting. Instead of seeing the Calculus teacher Mr. Bean, we have the Drama teacher Mrs. Mellow. It turns out Mr. Bean had a bad fall this morning before leaving his house so he couldn't make it to the first day of school. So we'll be having Mrs. Mellow as a substitute until further notice, or at least a week until the principle finds another teacher.

Soon enough the lunch bell rang, so Nani, Jim and I all go to the bleachers by the track and football field and had our lunch there. Not a lot of students hang around there during the first half of the break, so it's a good place to get some peace for a little while.

"So, what do you guys think about Mr. Bean not being the teacher for a while?" ask Nani.

"Other than hoping he'll be alright? I'd say, I hope the next substitute after Mrs. Mellow will be better." Jim answered. "I mean no offence, but Mrs. Mellow hates math as much as the students do. We'll, most anyway."

"I never said I liked it. It just easy to me, that's all." I pointed out. "Besides, who's to say that Mr. Bean won't be back next week?"

"Well, considering his age man.'' Jim confessed. "And the way Mrs. Mellow said that he'll be in the hospital for a while. I'd say it'll be a long time before Mr. Bean will be in the class again. So, I would guess he's considering about retiring before the end of this year. And I'm not talking about the school year."

"Well, let's just wait and see how things turn out." Nani sounding curtain. "After all, Glenport High is still desperate for teachers. Cause, as far as the school board knows Mr. Bean was the only one with his credentials that was willing to stay and teach calculus. Right Jim?"

"Yeah, I have be honest. The School board can't risk losing a single teacher, on account of what happened in '98'. And with the country still rebuilding from that near apocalyptic ordeal, towns and cities still want their kids to go to school, as a way to get the kids to not worry about and let the parents handle it. At least, that's how my mom puts it."

"Yeah, even my Dad is worried that I might not finish my Senior year on time, or pass high school because there aren't enough teachers to take on enough classes or students." Nani points out. "All because most other teachers are being asked to come teach to other places across the country that act like schools and teach the kids there until their actual schools are rebuild."

"The situations with the schools is one thing, but cause of what happened to the country and why is another." I said.

"Oh, come on David you're not gonna go there again, are you." Jim said worryingly.

"Well, why else do you think we're still in a turmoil after what happened with the meteor shower, Jim?"

"David, you were not the cause of it."

"Yeah, and you sure weren't as hell the one throwing the space rocks at the Earth like vandals breaking a window. Okay. You were the one who was fighting to save America from an impending alien invasion. And if it weren't for you, or the Ooshati stopping Dragit and his insane plan, the rest of wouldn't even be here." Nani said with confidence.

"Exactly,'' Jim responded. "compared to the rest of world, and the rest of the universe. You're an American Hero, and a lot of people know that as well as your friends, and your family."

Not that I didn't hear or understand my friends words of reassurance, or encouragement. I do believe them, and the fact that I and everyone who fought against Dragit, and the Tyrusian Invasion on America is a hero, even Jim is one too. But, I just wish that some people were still around today. Especially with this weekend coming up in New York, maybe they would've helped us prepare for what's going to occur at the United Nations Assembly. From what I was told from the other Ooshati a long time ago, that was a dream my mom had just before she gave birth to me. Hoping that the time to declare peace and unity between Earth and Tyrus will finally be realized, a prophesy they've waited and fought for so long will finally come to pass in honor of my Tyrusian grandfather, my mom, all of the Tyrusians and humans who died during the conflict. And, for my father, Cale-Oosha, the rightful ruler of Tyrus, Rafe's once student and good friend, and the love of my mother's life.

"Hey, David." Nani asks sincerely. "Do you want a ride after school?"

Not looking back to her, I just gave the answer I gave her the last time she asked the question.

"Thank's, but my last class is fifth period P.E., and there's somewhere I need to go after words. Plus you guys get off at 3 like everyone else, and I can take the bus there."

"Are you sure?" asked Jim.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Just then, the bell rings for the five minute time to end lunch and to get to the next class. Thankfully our P.E. class is at the gym so it didn't take long for us to get there, or go too far a distance. Jim and I went to the boys locker room to change while Nani went to the girls, we meet up at the gyms bleachers in front of Mr. Mendoza as he did roll call. After Mendoza went through the usual pointers about the mile run and other things we'll be tested on through the course of the quarter, the sport the class is going to be playing is his personal favorite, Soccer. Today we go out to the field and do a few drills and kicks of the ball for the rest of the hour before calling us all in.

By the time we collected all of the balls and putting them back in the bag of balls, the teacher let's us all go and we head back to the locker rooms. I finished dressing before Jim and was ready to head out the locker rooms before putting my gym cloths in my locker.

"You sure you don't want to wait for us after my and Nani's history class is over, David?"

"Yeah, I'm sure.'' I said as I tied my shoe lace. "I don't have to be home until later, and I can take the bus home. So it's not a big deal to me."

"Well, if you're sure."

"Yeah," I said in a low tone. "I'm sure. I just… Need to go see someone, and that I want be alone for the rest of the day."

"Well, okay." Jim said unsure. "Same time tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, same time at my house." I agreed as I slip on my backpack over my shoulders. "See you later, man."

"See you later, David."

The bell rang as I walked out of the building and heading towards the front of the school. I catch the bus heading for town and stop at the square where a small group of shops, Glenport Town Hall, and square park are located.

I go to the corner flower shop to pick up a small bouquet of white roses and other white flowers. The owner Mrs. Gibbins wraps the bouquet in clear plastic wrapping, I pick out a green and silver ribbons to tie around the stems before paying Mrs. Gibbins at the counter.

When I left the flower shop, I walk up across the street to the place I machined to Jim earlier at the school. The last time I came here wasn't that long ago, and I came here before with Mom when I was kid visiting my human grandmother, Helen Carter. It's been a long time since the service was held here, I wasn't even sure I even wanted to come here at all after everything was said and done, much less regularly on certain days. Especially the first days of school. But, this is something I've been getting use to doing for a while now, just like everything else in my life. So I don't see how it should be any different. At least these are the kind of visits I don't have to worry too much on conversation, because usually ones like these the only words you'll be listening to are your own.

I take a deep breath, and I walk through the entrance gate of Twin Falls Cemetery. I can see the chapel on the right hand side of the parking lot as I walk in, and the ground keepers area on the other, as well as the many head stones and memorials standing all over the grass areas and the hill side to the north west. As walk past the tomb stone, my mind goes back to the day when I thought that things seemed like they were finally going to be alright, the day I knew that I would never be the same again. To when we finally stopped the impending alien invasion, to defeating my great-uncle Dragit, and thus the Ooshati winning the war and Earth was saved. Most of all, I was finally reunited with the man I thought was dead. My Father, Cale-Oosha.

"Jim, Jim! Did you see it?"

"Are you kidding? It was like the forth of July."