Just wanted to take this moment to thank Jake for her welcomed help in this story. Though it maybe short, she is doing a WONDERFUL job of helping with research and the work the beta's do. Also a big thank to her and others for giving me awesome ideas! Please enjoy this story as Bogg and Jeffrey learn how to cope with a loss and learn how to make a favorite drink.

1961, Hollywood, California

Twelve-year-old Jeffrey Jones looked around the resturant where he and Phineas Bogg had just finished their long-overdue meal. He was seeing actors and actresses he'd only seen on television and in movies, or in newspapers. "Man, this is great! Bogg, check it out! That's Robert Redford!" the dark-haired boy said excitedly, his brown eyes wide.

Phineas Bogg took a sip of his papaya juice. It wasn't as great as it was when the Mongo had made it for him a few days ago, but it was still good. He honestly couldn't understand why his young partner was so worked up. Robert Redford? Why was he so great? "Who?" Phineas asked as he bit into his fully loaded hot dog. He had gotten used to his 1960's garb, but couldn't wait to get back into his own clothes. The shirt was a little tighter than he liked, and for the first time since he'd been about Jeffrey's age, the female attention it garnered was making him uncomfortable.

"Oh, c'mon, Bogg. Don't tell me that if Marilyn Monroe was here, you wouldn't go gaga."

Phineas chuckled. That name, he recognized, having seen her picture painted on a bomber in the Second World War. "Nope. Not in the least."

"Yeah, right," Jeffrey said skeptically. He looked around a bit more, then grinned. "Hey, Bogg, I think I see her!" he hissed.

"Where? Where?" Phineas quickly put down his drink, and his eyes darted around the resturant.

"Ha! You just proved my point!" Jeffrey laughed, satisfied.

"Smart kids give me a pain," Phineas groaned and relaxed once more, then decided on a little payback. "You mean to tell me you wouldn't have noticed her yourself?"

Jeffrey sighed. "C'mon, Bogg, I'm twelve!"

"And what does that mean?"

It was the boy's turn to blush.

Phineas laughed. "It's okay, kid. You don't have to answer that."

"Thanks," Jeffrey sighed, his tone in equal parts annoyance and relief.

"No problem, kid."

Seeing Phineas had finished his drink, Jeffrey asked, "What's your next poison, Bogg?"

"My next what?"

The boy laughed. "What would you like to drink?"

Phineas groaned. He hated it when the kid did that. "Why didn't you just say that?"

The boy patted the ex-pirate on the shoulder. "Sorry, Bogg."

"It's okay. I'll have more papaya juice, please."

His partner of a year and a half made a face. "I don't see how you can drink that stuff."

"Don't knock it ' til you've tried it, kid.

Jeffrey rolled his eyes and went to to get the drinks. Water was getting old, and he wanted something different, like a coke. He hadn't had one in a while.

He got to the counter of the bar and put the money down. A huge man in his late fifties came to his aid. The man had a cigar in his mouth, and the smoke almost made Jeffrey cough. "What can I get for you, son?" he asked, drying a glass in his hand.

The smoke made his eyes water. "Uh, a glass of papaya juice and a Coke, please."

"Okay, papaya juice we have. Never heard of coke."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Jeffrey gasped.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"Okay. How about some Pepsi?"

"Nope, sorry. Haven't heard of that one, either."

"Don't you have any soda?"

"You mean bicarb? Sure; we always have that."

"O-kaaaaay." Jeffrey had a sick feeling he was going to be drinking water. Again.

"Would you like what your friend is having?"

"Oh, yuck, no! I guess I'm stuck with water," Jeffrey sighed.

"Good choice, son." The man put up a glass of ice cold water and Jeffrey headed back to the table. He grinned when he noticed Phineas looking around, no doubt for Marilyn Monroe.

Phineas looked up at Jeffrey as the boy handed him the drink.

"I know why the light's red," the boy told him, and Phineas leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table. "There's no soda."

"Soda?"

"Yeah. It's a carbonated drink that tastes awesome when it's ice-cold."

"Never had it."

"Well, once we get it discovered, I'll have you try it. Trust me, it's better than that papaya juice of yours."

Phineas grinned. "I'll believe it when I see it, kid."

"So we have to go back and make sure it's invented."

"Nope, sorry." Phineas shook his head.

"Bogg, you always say that!"

"No, I don't, Jeff. I just think that it's not that important enough to save some drink."

"It wasn't really created for drinking, Bogg. At least at first it wasn't;"

"It wasn't?"

The conversation had taken their attention fully away from their drinks and now the ice was melting in both of them.

"Nope," Jeff shook his head. "It was first made as a medication, and from what I've heard, it didn't taste all that great."

Bogg sighed. "Okay, so where to, kid?" He opened the Omni, cupping it in his hand to hide it from view.

Jeffrey thought for a minute.

Phineas grinned. "Need a drink that bad, huh, kid?"

Jeffrey rolled his eyes. "Funny, Bogg. Actually, it's 1886, Atlanta, Georgia."

"Okay, hold on." Phineas expertly worked the dials as Jeffrey grabbed hold of his arm.
An instant later, the two travelers were gone.

Miami, Florida; June 29, 1937

The two Voyagers landed on a soft bed of grass. Jeffrey looked around, his face full of puzzlement.

"This doesn't look like Georgia."

"Nope. Miami, 1937. Red light."

"Why'd we land here? You did tell that thing the right date, didn't you?"

"Listen, kid, I put in the exact date you told me. Can I help it if the Omni has other ideas?"

Jeffrey sighed. "No, I guess not. Sorry, Bogg."

Phineas smiled at him. "It's okay, kid. I know you want to get to Georgia. But first we gotta see what's wrong here."

Jeff groaned. "Bet there's no soda here, either."

"There's always fruit juice, or water."

The boy rolled his eyes. "That's not funny."

"Couldn't resist," the older Voyager grinned back at him. "Besides, soda's probably not all that good for you, anyway."

"Well, let's find out what's wrong here so we can fix it and get to Georgia," Jeffrey said, starting to walk.

Bogg followed. "You're the history book in pants; you tell me."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Jeffrey asked once Phineas had caught up with him. "It's getting kind of old, you know."

"Just a nickname," he shrugged. "But I'll stop if you want me to."

Jeff saw the disappointed look in his eyes, though, and regretted saying anything. "It's okay, really. It just sounds like I'm still a little kid, that's all."

"Well, you still are, aren't you?" Bogg grinned.

Realizing his partner was teasing him, Jeff chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he agreed.

"Absolutely not, George. I'm not going," a woman's voice drifted over to them, her tone firm, and the two ducked out of sight to listen.

The woman wore trousers, unusual for this time, and she had a head full of short, tousled blonde curls.

The dark-haired man with her looked at her through his glasses. "Amelia, listen to me," he began.

"I'm not arguing with you. Too many things have gone wrong; I think we just need to put this off and try again another time."

"Put it off too long, and you'll miss your chance to be the first woman to fly around the world."

"What difference does it make? Does it even matter anymore?"

"I think we've found our problem," Jeffrey murmured unhappily. "That's Amelia Earhart. She's supposed to make that flight...but she never finished it. She disappeared over the Pacific and was never found."

"Jeff..."

"No way, Bogg. I'm not going to do it."

"Jeff, we can't change it. It's history," Bogg said gently, feeling like a broken record.

"I'm not going to let it happen. So what if she doesn't die? Can't we at least save her and her crew?"

Phineas sighed. The last time he had seen this kind of reaction had been on the Titanic. It had been horrible for the kid to watch the ship go down - especially thinking he was still on it - but he knew that it had to happen.

"Jeffrey, we have to do it. I know you don't like it; neither do I. I never said voyaging was always going to be a pleasant trip."

He knew this sort of thing was particularly hard for him, as it always reminded him of his own parents, but they had a job to do, and their own feelings about it were irrelevant.

Hey, where do you think you're going?" he demanded as the boy started walking away from him.

"Not with you," Jeffrey shot back. Bogg watched helplessly as the boy darted over to the couple. "Mr. Putnam, you have to listen to her," he said earnestly. "With everything that's gone wrong so far, you have to know somebody's trying to tell you something!"

"Nonsense, boy," George Putnam told him. "That's a lot of superstitious twaddle. Now why don't you just run along and leave us to make this decision rationally."

Amelia looked at him. "You know something, George, you're right," she said. "I did sound awfully superstitious just then, didn't I? I suppose we'd best get back to the airfield and finish our preparations."

George smiled at her as they turned and went back the way they had come, with Jeffrey staring flabbergasted after them.

"Boy, that blew up right in my face, didn't it?" he grumbled, then turned as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"It happens that way sometimes, kid," Bogg consoled him as he opened the Omni.

"Green light, huh?" At Bogg's nod, he went on, "Then get us out of here, will you?"