A/N: I hope you don't think this is kind of a ripoff. I'm writing it from Sheen's point of view, so I hope for it to be a little different experience than the actual episode was.
I don't own Jimmy. Technically I don't own the story, but the POV is TOTALLY MINE!
Libby Folfax walked over to the Estevez residence after her eleventh birthday party and found Sheen with stacks and stacks of think, white, clean, paper circling around him. He had a fresh pencil in his hand and wore a determined look on his face. He picked up one piece of paper and began writing. Libby knew not what about. She hid in the bushes as to not be seen.
"My dearest Libby," Sheen began. Libby froze because she thought Sheen knew she was in the bushes. When he continued she assumed her original assumption was incorrect.
Libby could hear what Sheen was saying, but listened intently for the hyperactive mumbled. A lot.
"Due to recent events you think that the mannerisms that I possess are completely and utterly useless and wish for me to, how you say, 'drop dead'," Sheen's mouth moved with his pencil as it scratched its way across the paper, "I entirely regret all the things I have done and said to make you think this negativity, but would also like to explain the reasons behind my behavior. But first, let me just point out that this is all Carl and Jimmy's fault.
"Great, now that that's over I can start telling you the whole story starting with earlier this afternoon…"
Sheen's voice lulled on for another two and a half more hours as he wrote endlessly on the infinite amount of paper. Libby herself almost drifted off into the endless waves of sleep in her hideaway, but did not due to a frigid wind that would blow every few seconds.
Libby thought it would never end until;
"Aww, man! Ultra Lord is on!" and the boy flew into the house leaving his endless tale outside.
Libby noted Sheen entering the house and walked to the stack of papers. She sat down in the spot previously taken by Sheen and noted that it was still warm where places around her were icy cold concrete.
Libby looked at the first stack of papers to her right. It was left over copies from when she had asked Grey Star to perform at the opening of the new town library. She picked up the first paper and looked to the back. Nothing. Libby trailed off into the other stacks of paper and found only empty pages until the last stack, only about ten pages long, held what she was searching for.
"My dearest Libby," she began, "Oh yeah, this is what I'm looking for."
And she began to read.
Chapter One
Great, now that that's over I can start telling you the whole story starting with earlier this afternoon.
Carl and I were walking to Jimmy's lab to pick him up and go to your birthday party. Or, maybe it was him picking us up because he was the one who has the hover car… Anyways, Carl and I walked in the door to the lab (not gonna tell you how we got in there!) and found Jimmy watching two flowers knock the crud out of each other. He stared intently and took notes every once in a while on a clipboard he held in his hand.
"C'mon, Jimmy," I shouted as I ran through the door, leaving Carl behind with our two presents in his hands, "We can't be late to Libby's birthday party! She asked Grey Star to play and if I eat soon my cake and ice cream sugar rush will coincide perfectly with their first song!"
"Yeah, and I need to stake out a chair near the punch bowl," said Carl, "in case this year I want punch."
"Cake and punch, while clearly pustential (Libby laughed at the typo; she knew Sheen meant 'essential') to human life, aren't nearly as exciting as this," Jimmy said as he did a little hop and pointed to this big metaly thingy with lights all around it.
I took one glance at it and spoke my mind, "It's nice, Jimmy, but I think someone already invented the arch!"
"This is not your average arch," he replied before he spun and pressed a button on his remote, "Behold!"
The arch lit up in the middle with a picture like thingy. I wasn't all too impressed because I had already seen this episode of Ultra Lord twenty-seven times consecutively. I tried to be supportive anyway because, after all, Jimmy is my best friend.
"Wow," I fake gaped, "that looks like the future."
"Fifteen years into Retroville's future to be exact," Jimmy replied. I ate my thoughts as I looked at the town.
Main Street was barely even a street anymore! It was more of an extra-wide sidewalk. Cars floated above everyone's heads and sky-scrapers loomed in the distance.
Carl, being the chunkiest of our little group, noted the fashions first, "those jumpsuits are so slimming!"
"May I present the Chronoarch?" Jimmy was clearly overexcited about his invention, "A portal through time and this is just a general picture. Using DNA tracking I was able to locate all three of our future selves."
Jimmy pressed another button and the screen went to a purplely color, like Ultra Lord's suit! Only Ultra Lord's suit is made of steel and is built to withstand the greatest heat and block out the glacial cold. Oh yeah, the story…
"First, the future Sheen."
I gasped as I gazed upon my beautiful older self. I walked up and down a runway and stopped every so often as a camera flashed in my face.
"A-apparently you're a top male model. Its front page news every time you change your socks!"
"I can't believe it, I change my socks!" I said as I picked up my feet and fell to the ground.
It's not true, my Libbyliscious, I change my socks, but the guys would have thought of me as unmanly if I did.
Jimmy pressed another button and the purple came again, "Now, the future Carl."
The picture changed again and this time some stiff in a suit was standing next to a llama and on the other side of the llama stood a very arrogant (I can't believe I know that word!) looking Carl.
"Carl," the stiff began, "the llamas you breed can survive under water, build homes for the needy, and filter out unwanted phone calls. What's next for Carl?" the stiff said as he pointed the microphone in the llama's face.
To everyone's surprise, the llama began to talk in an accent similar to the one Carl had when we were in that band together, "well, David, I think you'll be surprised and delighted at Carl's latest advancements, I know I was."
A lone fly ventured into my open in astonishment mouth. Carl and I both looked at each other with similar faces.
We turned our heads back to the screen (about seven moths flew out of Carl's mouth, babe) as Jimmy began to speak again, "And now yours truly."
Jimmy appeared onstage with a podium in front of him. He began to speak, "And as the first scientist to receive the Nobel Prize in bulk (about a hundred boxes with trophies were scattered around him) I would like to ask can somebody help me to my car with these?" Future Jimmy did a gay little laugh.
I didn't think it was all too funny so I made the 'half-and-half' symbol with my hand. You know the one that my dad hates with every cell in his body.
"Wow," Carl gaped, "the future used to fill me with fear and dread, but now I can't wait for it!"
"We don't have to; that was just view mode. In travel mode we can step through the Chronoarch and go to the future right now. I'm sure the future me has one and can send up back safely," Jimmy conceitedly said.
Always thinking of my sweetheart (that's you) I screeched, "But Libby's expecting us at her birthday party!"
"Sheen, it's a time machine," Jimmy said rather forcefully, "we can go to the future and get back just when the party's getting good."
All of a sudden a rock flew and hit Carl in the head."Ow!"
"Careful, guys. I've been experimenting on some plants with my new chemical, Megalomanium. It makes anything it touches mad with power."
Another rock flew and hit Carl in the temple, "Ow," he screamed once again.
"Come on, let's go!" I urged, excited about the future.
Carl, being the spoil spurt that he always is, complained, "Well, can we drop our presents at Libby's first? I took a wrapping class at the Learning Hut and I don't want my work to go to waste."
"I'll get the hover car," Jimmy replied, "Carl, can you wrap mine too? It's the Essence of Lavender over there."
"Well, sure Jim," another rock flew and bounced off Carl's head, it was pretty funny, "ow-" cut off by a rock to the groin, "ow!" something else flew and hit him in the face, "Fl-flower, cut it out!"
"I'll cover you, Carl. Grab the bottle and let's go," I said as I gallantly stood in front of him and used my Ultra Lord training to protect the two of us.
"You want a piece of me?!" I yelled before I did a kick and blocked an aluminum can from making contact with me.
"I got it," Carl yelled a few moments, and miraculous blocks made by yours truly, later.
I turned around and, unprotected, the flower took a cheap shot; it threw a huge boulder the size of my car at my head, it hurt, babe, but I fought through it for you!
A/N: You likey? I hope you understand how this is sort of different from the episode! I mean, how often do we get to see things from Sheen's point of view? Reviewey for me?
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