A/N & Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of the characters that are affiliated with Sucker Punch Productions (2002-05), Nihilistic Software (2011), and/or Sanzaru Games (2012-Present). I do however, own their products and highly recommend to those who don't, to please support the creators of the franchise. The portrayal of their characters in this fan fiction is just that, of fiction; they do not in any way reflect the "actual-true fictional storyline" created by the *stated above* developers of the Sly Cooper franchise.

A minor side note that I wanted to address: A friend of mine (who was reading the chapter on my PC) decided that he would leave a positive comment of the story via a "review." I don't know why, but I just felt a need to clarify to the readers, that I didn't give myself the positive review. I wanted to put this out there so that reader's judgment of the story isn't based on a certain way thinking that I, as an author, am vain and/or crazy thumbs up-ing my own work in third person lol.

Okay, now with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the second chapter.

Chapter Two: Capturing the Antikythera Mechanism

The Antikythera mechanism dated back as early as the first century BC. The mysterious thing about it was; similar technological artifacts of similar complexity and workmanship did not reappear until the fourteenth century. It was originally designed to calculate astronomical positions. Basically it was an ancient computer; which to nobody's surprise was the main reason to why Bentley wanted it.

For what purpose? For that you're going to have to ask the techie lovebirds.

"I'll say this one more time Sly, this device is just extraordinary!" cried Bentley, the deuteragonist of the Cooper gang.

"It's the only one of its kind. The design is efficient and beautiful, and most importantly the astronomy is exactly right. The way the mechanics are designed just make your jaw drop. Whoever has done this has done it extremely carefully."

"I get that it's one of a kind bud, but what I'm failing to understand is not the scarcity of it or its functions; it's the reason why you need it." Sly clarified.

Bentley wheeled himself over to the Raccoon who was reclined on the couch. Pulled alongside and popped up his monitor screen.

"It's an important piece to complete the time machine that Penelope and I are developing and equipping to the Cooper van."

Sly propped up his cap to reveal his hazel brown eyes. As he did so, he glanced over at the screen only to see various diagrams, flashing lights and indicators, along with numbers collected together in what he assumed were some mathematical formula relating to the situation at hand. Needless to say, it all went over his gray fur colored head.

"Yeah, about that… mind running that by me again? How exactly did you two build a time machine?

"Well, all we had to do was to look at time at the fourth dimension."

Sly gave his childhood friend a sideward glance which resulted in a sigh and made him rethink his explanation.

"Everyone…" the reptilian protégé started only to pause as to solidify a Sly-esque answer. "Everyone knows that all physical objects, even me in this chair, exist as you know it, in three dimensions. It's measured in length, width, and height. But there is another kind of length, a length in time.

Bentley stopped speaking to see if his furry companion had any questions. When there wasn't any, Bentley continued.

"Nothing is flat or solid. If you look closely enough at anything you'll find holes and wrinkles in it, it's a basic physical principle, and it even applies to time; hence the term 'a wrinkle in time.' There are tiny crevices, wrinkles, and voids in time. In these voids are where 'wormholes' are found!" The turtle started becoming excited.

"Unfortunately these wormholes are a googol centimeters across, meaning no living creature can fit and go through it." Bentley said whilst shaking his head in disappointment.

Sly watched as his childhood friend became a roller-coaster of emotions as one moment he was excited and happy describing his hypotheses, experimentations, and conclusions; to the next where he would be upset and downtrodden from a failure or some nagging law of physics.

"So basically, you and Penelope have somehow managed to capture one of these microscopic wormholes and managed to enlarge it a trillion fold? One big enough for the Cooper Van to go through?" Sly asked with legitimate surprise.

"Exactly!" Nodded the turtle.

"But you said that it would take at least as much power as the Large Hadron Collider puts out to sustain a wormhole of that size." Sly peered out of the safe house window.

"It's certainly roomy, but I don't think you're going to be able to fit seventeen miles worth of superconducting electromagnets in there, even with Murray sitting up front." Sly joked as he made a gesture towards the van.

A smile dawned on Bentley's face.

"We did." A voice answered.

Sly glanced over at the direction in which it came from, and standing in the doorway wearing her usual attire of a yellow shirt underneath mechanic's overalls, work boots, a red bandana which she used to tie back her blonde hair which streams down her back, her matching pair of glasses that she got with Bentley, and as always, with another one of her remote control devices in her hands; was Penelope.

Never before to Sly's recollection had a simple two word statement captured his absolute attention, well, besides the occasional "Freeze, Cooper!" That he gets from a certain fiery Latina cop; but that's beside the point. In response to this; Sly sat up and looked at what Dimitri affectionately named "Benelope" after he saw on television somewhere about how the western world had a tendency of mashing up names of people who are in a relationship like they did with Brad Pittbull and Angelina Collie and searched the latter half of the combination for answers.

"It's actually quite simple actually." Stated the RC aerial operations expert. "Initially we were only able to open up a manipulated worm hole to the size of an atom and for only for a fraction of a nanosecond."

Penelope walked over to the lounging area and lightly kissed Bentley on the head, which to Sly's amusement, allowed him to make a mental note that he had never witness a red turtle before. Ever since they became and progressed as a couple, Sly and the gang discovered a new species of Terrapin; The Blushing Turtle.

"Bentley and I racked our brains for ages on trying to figure out how to keep it open. We tried everything we could think of, and as you can see from the bags under our eyes, and from some, unfortunate events that occurred… we were at wit's end."

Sly knew what that last part of that statement alluded to. Dimitri with his usual annoying confident self, had tried to help in his own way, the pair to relax after a few all-nighters dedicated to the project. He casually stormed in and was quoted to have said: "I'm not cold-blooded, I'm cool blooded! You need to be chill like me. You want time? I give you the greatest gift of all! The gift of the time! The gift of me, homes!" Right before a torrent of screams could be heard erupting from the workshop.

Penelope pulled up and sat in a chair beside Bentley, looked at him and gave a slight nod. Sly took it as a metaphoric "passing of the baton."

Right, as Penelope said, we were at Wit's end… that is until we had we had an epiphany! Well, when Murray had it at least."

Sly's left eyebrow rose. "Murray?"

"He overheard us and understood the general problem, that we couldn't sustain an open wormhole long enough for us to calibrate and generate more power to extend the time duration." Bentley rubbed his head recalling the memory.

"So he... um, hypothesized that we could just simply erect a barrier in which will be placed in the wormhole itself to permanently if not momentarily prevent the outer layers from collapsing inward." Bentley explained sheepishly.

There was a brief pause.

"He asked why you guys didn't 'plug the hole with something?'" Sly responded

"I liked the way I said it better."

"Simplicity at its best." Sly brought out his trademark smirk.

"Well it wasn't really an epiphany, more of a theory; well… actually it was more on the line of a random suggestion. But not to take anything away from the big guy; it allowed us to reach where we are today so we have to thank Murray."

"So what exactly did you guys 'plug the hole' with?"

The smile returned on Bentley's face, which must have been contagious seeing as how it was also plastered on Penelope's face.

"We plugged the wormhole, with the wormhole."

"I'm afraid you lost me." Sly said scratching his head.

"It has to do with entropy, and states that an isolated system always either stays the same, or goes toward greater disorder – it can never become more orderly by itself, as the probability for this is less than the probability for disorder to occur. However, we formulated that there is a fundamentally inexhaustible supply of energy that is in constant flux; existence." Bentley explained.

"Meaning that we harnessed the endless perpetual energy of existence, as everything is made up of energy to create a stabilized wormhole big enough from our universe to the other universe, essentially we made a tunnel." Penelope jumping in as they both spoke in tandem to one another.

"So what you're saying is…" Sly spoke while digesting what he'd just been bombarded with. "What you're saying is… you used reality, all of that which exist, to create a time-powered perpetual motion machine?"

"We kicked the laws of thermodynamics' butt!" giggled Penelope.

"That's…amazing." Was the only thing Sly could muster after. "I still don't know if I comprehend it completely but I at least know that much."

"That's why they call me 'the wizard;' but not to worry Sly, you don't have to understand it, all you have to do is trust me. My specialty is my brain, your specialty as a master thief is uniquely associated with you. Which is why, to the matter at hand, is the reason we need you to steal us the mechanism."

"I do trust you Ben… I mean 'the wizard.' But you still haven't explained why this device is required. It sounds like to me you have everything already up and running."

"One thing that all time travel movies never address is the fact that the Earth moves. At a relatively fast rate, at about seventy thousand miles an hour and a full three-sixty rotation on a twenty four hour window. We need the Antikythera so that we can install it into our time machine and have it calculate with one-hundred percent accuracy the pinpoint location, date, and time that we arrive in."

"So basically what Bentley is trying saying Sly, is that without it. We'll be making a blind jump and might not even be on Earth anymore when we appear on the other side of the tunnel. That is, unless you like space… then never minds." Added Penelope.

"Well then, looks like I'll be stealing an old mechanical horoscope predictor. Where is it located?"

"At the National Archaeological Museum in Athens."

"Well Bentley, it looks like we'll be having Greek for dinner. Pack whatever is needed; we've got a job to do."

A/N: I know that this was more "wordy" and technical than the previous chapter, but I felt a setup was needed opposed to just jumping into something without understanding the "Who, What, When, Where, and Whys" behind it. Again, this was written in about an hour and I didn't have much time to revise it, so I do apologize for any horrid incorrect spelling, grammar, and terminology usage beforehand. Well… actually "after-hand" at this point huh?

Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing it. Please look forward to the next chapter of this fan fiction. As usual please feel free to leave any comments, suggestions, questions, and reviews as it will benefit me as a writer. I thank you all in advance. – J.L