This fan fiction is for NinetailsGirl09. This is part 1 of 2, I'm trying to finish it up now. Sorry it took so long, I have had exames all of last week and have had to spend time with my Family for thanks giving. Good Turkey. ^_^. Please tell what you think about it so far.
AND ahem so with out further ado, here it is right after the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not own, Fusion Fall, neither do I own the main character of this story. That is all...
The Part Timer Part 1
"You're late," her red headed boss said pacing to and fro through the incredibly large room.
Meddy did not respond.
"Do you know how many Fusions are created a second?"
Silence.
"48 thousand, 48,000 Meddy, and now they are combining into spores and roaming free, destroying the future!" He practically shouted.
Meddy sighed; he was wasting his time. While he was going on about the future being destroyed, more and more spores were being created.
"You are a Jumper Meddy, act as one." The red head scolded.
Meddy stared back at her boss. A Jumper, that's was what she was.
Word: Jumper
Noun/Adjective
Definition: A person that can jump from past to future for brief amounts of time, that can alter what has happened or what is to happen.
Computeress had looked that up when she asked for it. And now here she was standing still looking into the black rimmed glasses of Dexter Boy Genius, Aka, her boss. Dexter seemed more fixated on his speech at the time than her training or her job. Meddy waited a good 2 minutes before interrupting.
"Boss," Meddy plainly spoke while Dexter stopped pacing and looked up at her, Meddy was gritting her teeth as she spoke. "I am, as are you, impatient, so let's begin my mission."
"Ah, yes," Dexter replied, frustrated, sighing as he gestured his attention over to the large screen in the laboratory.
Meddy sat, back straight, feet flat, and eyes focused on the screen the entire time. Her gaze never once looked at her boss.
"Ahem," Dexter said, as the screen lit to life. The bright screen cleared as a blue background came into focus followed by data screens pouring into it. "It seems my fusion self not only copied my physical being, but my extensive future intellect as well."
Well he was openly immodest; he wasn't even being subtle about it.
"I see," Meddy hissed.
Dexter's voice then turned grim. "He escaped,"
"What?" she said in a monotone.
"He came out of his lair and broke free of the infected zone."
"How?" Meddy said standing up serious.
"That's what we need to figure out, but that is not your job."
"My job is to---" Meddy started coldly.
"You Meddy need to capture my fusion self, along with another fusion that has broken free as well," Dexter interrupted.
Meddy inwardly groaned. She didn't like being interrupted, nor did she like being treated like a child.
"Who?"
"Double D," the red head responded tugging his gloves.
Of course the other brain broke free. He just needed motivation.
"Let's go," Meddy said, already out of her chair and going off to change.
"You still need the rest of the inform–"
"I know the risks, and the rewards, as we speak fusion Edd and Fusion you are being hunted down like wolves by others in the future. If I don't go now–" Meddy's tone rose a bit before she tensely bit her lip and didn't finish. Dexter knew the risks and didn't need to be babied about it.
"I'll start up the time machine," Dexter sighed.
Meddy stepped to an empty examination table. As the curtains closed behind her, she plopped down with her battle clothes in hand onto the changing table like a bench and changed her clothes.
Meddy took off her black boots, ripped off her tights and skirt to have them replaced with blue pants. Her warm lovely jacket was replaced with a short sleeved black shirt followed by the official Urban Ranger's shirt. Leaving the bandana and hat of the official outfit behind she shoved a different pair of the same looking black boots on. The buckles shined compared to her old ones and the leather was much cleaner, but not for long.
Her backpack was still on the chair she left piled with homework as she pushed the curtains of the dressing room away.
Meddy then headed towards another section of the lab, where several objects were in different tanks, suspended in the air, just floating up and down. Most of objects were prototypes of what was yet to come; they would work when they were needed most.
Meddy came to one pod in particular and looked at the key pad dialing it, when it asked for a password.
J-U-M-P-E-R
The password was accepted as the pod's door opened up, and there it was in its sheath, her weapon, a Katana. It was her primary weapon. She'd retrieve her secondary weapon in the future, a usual occurrence.
She held her Katana dear to her, for it held many memories. It was the reason for her being a jumper and her reason for her being the way she was. She remembered the day she first met Dexter and how she became a jumper.
(All these italisized words are part of a huge flash back, that you really should read.)
"Look guys!" Rodney Evans exclaimed, showing off his ultra rare Yipper card to everyone in the class. Rodney Evens was your average Yipper card collector/fanboy, with the exception that he currently held a one of a kind card, he obtained by a stroke of luck at a regular card store. "It's Yipper card number–"
She didn't catch the rest; it was just some long unnecessary number. She heard people in class 'ooh' and 'Ah' at the card as if it were, brought to him by the Power Puff Girls themselves. She sighed.
"Hey Meddy!" Rodney called inviting the girl sitting on the other side of the room. "Come over here! Look at my card!"
Meddy McGee was the person you do not want to mess with at this moment in time, and the protagonist in our story. Meddy was soundly sleeping until some very rude fanboy woke her up. Meddy was dreaming, something many people don't know to be a fantasy world, just one you create. There are thousands of fantasy worlds to be seen. Alternate realities do exist with unimaginable futures, like the one she lived in now, in the time period she was in. In its future; its past was only a fantasy. To live in such peace, to not have to worry about something attacking you when you stand still, that was a dream for the future. This brings us back to our current situation: Meddy's lack of sleep. She had been up all night with her practices and her part time job. She had to get sleep this period or she'd fall asleep at her job, somewhere that was NOT a good place to sleep AT ALL.
"Hey Med!" Rodney said too excited for his own good and those around him. He ran over to gloat about his card forgetting the fact, Meddy was a bit antisocial, and ran up to her desk. "What do you think about my card? Pretty impressive huh?"
There were a few things wrong with Rodney's choice of words, first, the fact that he used the word Med. Meddy didn't like classmates openly giving her a nickname. The nickname wasn't one she let anyone other than friends call her, and, as everyone at CN High knew, Meddy McGee didn't have that many friends. Second, was that Rodney was interfering with her precious sleep. Not to sound snobbish or selfish but when you're running low on sleep, and it's the end of the day, you should be left alone, not bugged by an enthusiastic fourteen year old. So Meddy thought of a reply that best suited this situation.
Meddy opened her Grayish – Blue eyes. She already looked intimidating, without speaking. Her tired eyes shot 100 daggers a minute onto Rodney, although her black beanie cap disguised most of her face.
"First off don't call me Med," she replied coldly. Rodney immediately came out of his trance of boasting. "And second, tell me, why are you showing off a piece of paper?" Rodney's smile began to sag down, a little upset. "Tell me when you have something legitimate to show off. If not then you're wasting your breath."
Rodney stepped away from Meddy's desk, his pride a little hurt, as he hurriedly returned to his group of fellow "normal" classmates. Meddy's cold attitude had gotten her branded as one of the coldest loners of CN high.
The bell rang soon after that, depriving Meddy of that extra rest she craved for the entire day. She dragged her feet down the crowded halls, yawning, and unenthusiastic.
"Hey Meddy!" an exuberantly cheerful voice called. She knew who it was by the sound of the voice. Just peachy…
Suddenly Meddy felt an overbearing weight on her black colored backpack. So overbearing, it made her topple over. Meddy groaned already knowing who it was, who else would be this excited to see her of all people.
She sat there her curly blonde locks a mess after her tackling attempt, nursing her head this time around, before her green eyes noticed Meddy was still sitting there, upset and lacking amusement. Meddy counted backwards in her head.
'3'
'2'
'1'
"MEDDY!" the girl practically shouted not caring if she caused a scene in such a crowded hallway. She embraced Meddy into a bear hug, nearly cutting off all circulation to her lungs. "Sarah is so, so, so, sorry!"
The girl then proceeded to nuzzle Meddy's head cuddling her, and cutting off on her only big source of air. Meddy held her breath, angrily. But that didn't last long.
"Sarah! Let go – get off of me!" Meddy shouted her short fuse getting the better of her, as she violently pushed Sarah away.
"Ow," Sarah howled. "Sarah is sorry. Sarah forgot about Meddy's personal space."
"Well thank you for remembering it now, Sarah,"
Meddy pushed herself up dusting off her blue plaid skirt, straightening out her black jacket, and brushing down her long dark brown hair. The girl who was now upset was known as Sarah Volvinski, a strange girl, who talked in third person and just so happened to be Meddy's friend. Meddy never figured out why Sarah never said I, but she found that understandable. Her eccentricity was much simpler than others they both knew.
Meddy stretched out her hand, as Sarah instinctively grabbed hold of it.
"C'mon," Meddy said already far in front of Sarah, her tone solemn as they exited the building.
They walked in silence on the way home taking side streets.
"SO," Sarah said clearing her throat. "What are you doing this weekend?"
"The same thing I do every weekend."
"Your practices?"
"After that."
"Oh! Your part time job," Sarah said speaking as it slowly dawned on her. "What else?"
"What do you mean 'what else?'?"
"Sarah knows there's got to be a reason you always want to go to your job so badly."
"You're assuming things again Sarah," Meddy said closing her eyes.
"C'mon," Sarah shifted towards Meddy lightly elbowing her arm, "Is it your boss? Is he cute?"
"NO!" Meddy said slamming her fist at Sarah's arm showing her agitation. You'd think Sarah would back off; she'd feel hurt again; she'd run; but no….
Sarah giggled.
"What's so funny?" Meddy looked up questioningly.
"Now you're starting to act more like yourself," Sarah smiled.
Meddy felt a tad embarrassed, lightly blushing. This was the way she had always been. She was serious most of the time, and when friends pointed out flaws she couldn't help but be embarrassed, she never meant to act unusually stiff around people, especially Sarah. Sarah always had a way of making her smile in one way or another.
"Yeah," Meddy felt her lip pull into a small smirk, "I guess I am,"
They both took that moment to take in the crisp air. It was breezy out, but, with Meddy's oversized black coat, and Sarah's obliviousness to the cold, they both were fine standing there. That is, until Meddy's pager buzzed.
It ruined the moment completely and nearly startled the two. Meddy looked at the text on the screen.
Where are you?
Meddy began to frown again. It was her boss. He liked people to be prompt to work, and when she looked at the time she was nowhere near prompt.
'Oh –'
"It's your boss isn't it," Sarah said a little upset.
"I'm late," Meddy frowned back.
"Sarah is sorry, its Sarah's fault!" Sarah said acting depressed "Sarah, is making Meddy late, to see her cute boss!"
Meddy laughed, playfully punching Sarah's arm, a rare sight to see.
"Later Sarah!" Meddy called walking ahead.
"Later!" Sarah called back. Meddy could just barely hear the last part as it was lipped, meant only for her ears, "Med."
That's how the name should be used.
Meddy's walk quickened as she stared running down the sidewalks, cutting through alleyways within seconds, and finally making it to her destination. She paused, slightly tired from the running as her pager buzzed once more.
You're here, I see. What are you waiting for?
This time Meddy texted back.
I'm coming.
"You are late," her Sensei said strictly.
"I apologize," Meddy huffed showing no signs of sincerity. She hated when she was late, there was less time to practice. "Jack-Sensei"
Her Sensei was a fighting teacher, a samurai. Students nicknamed him Samurai Jack. The name explains it all, you shouldn't bother asking. He was dressed in a Gi, with his katana in place ready to teach. His black hair was pulled back in a tight short ponytail; a few loose strands came out from practicing.
"Change," Jack ordered as Meddy was already well on her way.
Meddy threw her backpack to a corner pulling out her Gi and going to the bathrooms to change. The dojo was constructed like a traditional Japanese one, being a one story building, having walkways and halls very close to the ground and the building itself being almost completely open.
After coming back from changing she still found Jack there, standing in a ready position that spoke for itself. He wanted to fight. And Meddy would gladly take on the challenge. Meddy found that Jack had actually gotten her weapon for her as it was leaning next to her backpack. Meddy quickly snatched it, unsheathed it, throwing the sheath away temporarily and stood ready on the other side of the room. She drew in a deep breath as both waited in silence for the other to make the first move. Neither did though. It was a waiting game for the both of them. That is until Jack's eyes seemed to wander towards an empty doorway. Meddy tried to stay focused but was confused. What was he staring at?
That's when the fight began. Meddy lost her first chance at an opening but regained it soon after.
Jack struck.
Meddy dodged.
Jack swung.
Meddy ducked.
Jack cut low.
Meddy jumped.
Jack slashed.
Meddy defended holding her stance.
The two were locked putting pressure on their katana's to press forward on their opponent.
Their primary goal:
Knock the other off their feet.
"You're defensive skills are good." Jack said in fast monotone.
Meddy didn't respond.
"But you have not yet once tried to attack."
Meddy pushed back, her fierce eyes now set on Jack. She ran towards him her movements obvious. She leaped up her weapon over head. It seemed like a final attack, and Jack seemed prepared to block it, that is until Meddy changed her course. Her body glided to one side as the head on attack was turned into a slide slash. Jack narrowly dodged, as Meddy's katana came down and dug into the hard wood floors.
Her weapon was stuck.
He had an opening, but did not take it.
Meddy tugged her katana; it was stuck in pretty well.
"You need more practice young grasshopper," Jack-Sensei said sheathing his weapon.
Meddy did not respond. She was more fixated on her weapon. She ignored Jack's words, and didn't notice him coming up to her.
"Let me help you get that out." He said about to touch the gripping.
"Don't" Meddy responded prying out the weapon in one fierce pull, and taking out bits of the floor as well. She was reverting back to her cold attitude.
"Do not touch my katana," Meddy said pointing the blade at Jack.
"Practice," was Jack's only response before leaving.
Meddy only glared at her Sensei as he left the room. Then she started to practice. She spun her heel to face the farthest wall from the door. Meddy swung the blade down hearing it cut through the air. The sound was approving to her ears. She spun ninety degrees, sidestepping like someone was actually there and swung her blade straight down. She still seemed alert even as she paused in place. Someone was there.
As her eyes darted towards the open dojo door, she could've sworn she had seen a dark figure leaning against the wooden frame. It was too big to be a wandering student, and too small to Jack – Sensei. It had stood there only for a moment, and had been watching her. Meddy kept up a sly guard as she tried to practice. It was useless though. Knowing a stranger, was watching you, observing your actions, concentrating on your movements, it was nerve racking. She couldn't multitask like this. So she stopped, deciding to take a break.
Meddy grabbed the sheath she had flung across the room, gently placing the katana back in. She wished she could always carry it around, but her school forbid certain weapons being used on school grounds. Since Meddy's usual answer for things was violence it wasn't good for her to have a weapon in the first place.
Meddy dug through her bag looking for a soda.
She found:
None
Meddy sighed placing her katana next to her back pack and heading off to the water fountain. Meddy pressed the button the water fountain, as the water came streaming out. As she gulped down the water, she heard brushing footsteps pass her.
Meddy flicked her head over to see no one there. Why? Why did she have the suspicion that someone was there?
"Come out," Meddy ordered her voice barely audible.
The steps came confidently from out of the corner.
"Well, well, well, if isn't Miss McGee," Amistad said coming out as if she wasn't the one hiding. Amistad was one of the many people on a long list of beings she utterly despised. She had a thing for Samurai Jack, and was just a year older than Meddy. It was still disturbing. And Amistad had the impression that Meddy was out to get Jack as well. Did I forget to mention she had bad impressions? "Heard you lost to Jack again,"
Meddy had a feeling Amistad was watching at the door when she and Jack were fighting, but she was a bit too short and bit too uncaring to watch Meddy practice.
"I heard you tripped over your feet again," Meddy whipped back unemotional and wiping her mouth with her hand.
"You better watch it, McGee," Amistad said pointing her thumb to her chest, "Because one day I'm gonna fight Jack and win. And when I do I will win his heart as well."
Meddy left Amistad to her swooning. It was better if she didn't slug her in the face today. Amistad in general made her sick with all that 'one day he will be mine' junk. She was a fangirl, only worse, because this was a person she actually communicated with.
Meddy started walking back down the halls to the empty dojo. When got there she froze.
Her katana was missing.
And she could see the second door of the dojo was open and a silhouette.
Running.
2 and 2 clicked together in her head almost automatically as she grabbed her bag and ran, Gi and all towards the figure. As soon as Meddy's bare feet stepped out of the dojo she ran. Why did she pick this day to forget sandals? Meddy dashed, even for an average heighted girl, her strides were long and quick, as she gained more ground with each step. Meddy's hair flowed in the wind as she started catching up to the figure. It was just a shame that there was a forest stopping her. Thick trees coved the shadow's path. Meddy growled not daring to waste her voice calling out; she knew if the person was running from her, it was a thief. The strange thing was….. The thief took her weapon and nothing else.
They could've taken her IPod, something she'd die without, or even her cell phone or wallet. But they just took her katana. Either this person was very foolish, or knew who she was.
That's when Meddy paused, picking up a strange trail. It left burns in the ground like acid and not in the shape of regular footprints either. Meddy couldn't decipher what it was; it was neither human nor animal.
Meddy followed the trail looking around for more tracks until spotting the figure again. A sudden rage came back, her momentum was built up from the entire day's events and she wasn't done letting it out just yet.
The thief seemed faster, dodging right and left at something that wasn't her.
Meddy followed the thief as they ran into an opening. What she expected to be a clear green space. But that was not the case.
There was an opening, but not so far above it was seemed to be a lair suspended in mid air. And on top of it just barely seeable, was a red headed boy, Dexter to be more precise, with HER katana.
The red haired boy looked down at her like a small child atop a tree house. He looked as though she was beneath him, which technically, she was, but that was beside the point.
Meddy looked up and simply stated unafraid or amazed at the sight "Give me back my Katana."
Dexter seemed to smirk with a deal striking look on his face.
"I'll give it back if you can defeat that," Dexter pointed out towards the forest again.
Meddy turned her attention towards the thickening trees. A teen no older than her ran through the forest running past her and bounding up in one jump to the floating lair above, but there no time to be awestruck about it.
"The fusion has been lured," Meddy barely heard the teen say.
"Good" Dexter responded, with a mumbled comment "then let her testing begin"
A sort of growling that sounded as a mix of some nonhuman, or animal, or plant like sound muffled through a cone came from the trees. It was hard to describe. But its appearance was stranger.
Green slime seemed to make up its entire being, with the slime moving like blood through veins all around it. It was shaped like a rain drop, with piercing red eyes that spoke for themselves. Little did Meddy didn't know this was probably the weakest thing she'd battle as a jumper, but it was her first time seeing a fusion monster.
How to fight it? She didn't know how to. All she did know was that Dexter, boy genius had possession of her weapon and to get it back she had to fight this thing. Meddy sighed taking a step back, digging her foot into the ground, fist ready, about to charge about to charge when –
"Meddy," Dexter called impatiently, pulling Meddy out of her memories. "I can't keep the time machine's portal open for too long."
Meddy looked at her Katana once more before strapping it to her back and hustling towards Dexter's location.
"You know your location?" Dexter questioned seriously.
"Obviously," Meddy answered back.
"Mission,"
"Yes,"
"Time period,"
"Our Future, not too far,"
"Approximated time,"
"Depends on the destination,"
"May time be on your side," Dexter said quoting a line from a movie.
"Corny line," Meddy said half her body through the portal of the time machine, "Boss,"
*Falls* I'm exhasted. Well now to work on the next part, and then after that Thunderstarwarp's story, wish me luck!
