Disclaimer: All of this, except for Isabella and Justin Tyme is the property of Disney.

Tyme and Time Again

By

Iffert's Flame

Chapter 2: Tyme Flies

Flight 738 Boston to Denver

Isabella Tyme leaned back in her first class chair, listening to the newest songs from A and A Inc. wearing a very wide smile on her face. She had been giddy with excitement. As she swayed to the beat of with her brown chestnut hair from side to side. The pony tail whipped around whooshing from one shoulder to another. She usually was very energetic, but the thought about her reunion with her brother was made her near ecstatic.

Her brother.

She was going to live with Justin at last. Truth be told, she would have rather have gallivanted across the world with her brother, so that she could be near her family. Justin never understood why that was, which was a shame for her older brother. He was just plain stupid sometimes in those regards. Of course always helped to know that her mother agreed with her. Sadly, she missed her mother as much if not more the Justin, even though her visits were more frequent the Justin's. She slowly stopped be-boppen as Isabella's mind went back to thinking of the last conversation that she had with her mother.

Flashback:

"Now Isabella, I know that you are excited about seeing your brother again, but I don't think that your Den Mother will appreciate the screaming." A much calmer and lighter toned Dr. Director said over the phone. She had just told her daughter the news and it was taken, unlike her son, very positively.

"How is he? Is he eating enough? Does he have a girlfriend?" Even at a young age Isabella had a strong sense of responsibly toward her older brother. When she was with him for the summers and even before coming to the private school in Boston, she would always mother hen him when Justin would come home from an adventure even with the slightest scratches.

"Justin is grumpy as ever darling you know how he gets when he has to move from place to place." Isabella giggled at her mother's comments about Justin's 'normal' mood. As she did that her mother continued. "He's not skin and bones if that is what you are asking, but I worry about what he eats from time to time."

"I'll be sure to he eats right." Isabella glowed with pride as she made that announcement. She leans in sheepishly asking again as if no one was supposed to hear, "Does he have a girlfriend?"

"I'm afraid our ability to procure one as failed miserably." Her mother chuckled as she whispered back. Betty enjoyed talking to her daughter, which she decided that she did so little of. There was a pang of hidden guilt that as Dr. Director she had spent so little time with Isabella and Justin.

"Aww... that's alright mum, I'll take care of that when we get settled into the house." Isabella grew quiet for a moment then whispered back, "Are we going to be there for a while?"

The question struck home for Betty, her daughter wasn't asking as if staying there was a bad thing, but if she could stay there, with her brother, and ultimately her mother. Again the pang of guilt hit worse then any villain Betty had ever tangled with. Still she answered, "As long as Justin and you are happy there, you both will stay, if I have anything to say about it."

Her walk down memory lane was interrupted by a high pitched whine that came over her headphones. Wincing a bit Isabella took them off and set the headset beside her, looking around to see what could have caused the feedback.

Next to her sat a young man, probably around her age, fixing something in a contraption that looked like a boat with miniature airbags underneath. In frustration it seemed he had also pulled out his own headphones as well. So focused on his work, the young man couldn't even tell that there was someone that was watching him work.

Of course outside of missions, Wade never paid much attention to the people or things around him.

Pity.

"Oh, pretty." She said to the boy next to her. Isabella's eyes lit up as she watched the young man power up the hand held hovercraft and allowed it to float off of his tray.

Wade looked up and around to the source of the compliment and looked right into the ice blue eyes of a young girl his age. Well, she looked like she was his age, and what was she saying was pretty? Following the eyes he noticed that they were locked on his 'toy'. Giving a dry chuckle he said, "Well, I've never gotten anyone to call my inventions pretty before, so thanks, I think."

"Did you build that yourself? How did you do it? Was it off of a design?" Isabella's questions came at Wade a mile a minute as he off-handedly started to scratch the back of his head for some odd reason.

"Actually", Wade regained his tongue again after looking away from the pretty girl, "I designed it myself. I needed a way to get small messages or objects from one place to another without someone spotting it. Oh and that's not the neat part."

As excited as Wade was in explaining what his inventions were all about he failed to notice that Isabella had full turned to looked completely in his direction. She had smoothed her long skirt and placed the folds underneath her legs so that she could sit comfortability. She leaned forward and gave a slight giggle.

"This is the remote control." He opened the palm of his hand to reveal a small button. "You push in down and it goes forward, then you can use your fingers to turn and pressing it twice." A small squeak came out of the hovercraft as it landed. "And it stops. The remote controller has a signal as far as five hundred feet, depending on the landscape and what is in between hovercraft and the remote. I've been trying to get rid of that squeaking though, it somehow causes a feed back in my headphones."

"So cute!" Isabella squeaked out as she was no longer looking at the hovercraft but at Wade. "So does the cute genius have a name?"

Again, Wade chuckled and wondered what the blue blazes the girl was looking at him for. Sighing a bit he rubbed the back of his neck again. This time however he was unfortunate enough to have hit the start button on his remote control. The hovercraft suddenly came to life and sprang forward hitting the back of the seat and bouncing off the cushion hitting Wade square on the top of the head. "Ow." He winced as he rubbed his forehead with one hand and turning off the hovercraft immediately with the other. This brought on another giggle from his traveling 'companion'. "Sorry about that, as I said before, the invention's still in the process of getting a few bugs out of its system. "Oh, my name... its Wade... Wade Load." It was good to remember his own name.

"I'm Isabella Tyme." Oh he did look so cute like that Isabella thought to herself as the two began exchange more then just pleasantries.

Flight 5858 Seattle, WA to Denver, CO

Justin hated to fly. Scratch that, Justin loathed flying. It wasn't that he hated the concept of flying, but the fact that someone else was the pilot was the problem. It felt funny, not having control of the situation and depending on someone else to get him from point A to point B. He grumbled a bit trying to make his pillow more comfortable. 'Next time' Justin thought banefully, 'I'm bringing my own flipping pillow.' The extra bumps from the turbulence made him grimace even more. Fortunately, this was only a quick flight and not the long coast to coast flights he was used to doing going to Boston.

When did Global Justice get so cheap anyway, Justin wondered as another onset of turbulence kicked and he was jiggled around a bit. Rolling his eyes, it was decided that he was not going to be sleeping at all during the flight. At least he had both seats to himself and there was no chattering guy trying to start up a conversation with him. Nor a screaming demon wanting his/her mommies.

"It was no bother, I am honored to help." He heard someone say as the smell of sweet jasmine entered his nostrils. Looking over to the aisle there was a stewardess and a young Asian woman talking to one another.

"Again I apologize for the inconvenience, we didn't want to separate the mother and daughter from so far away." The stewardess seemed to be genuinely gracious then turning to Justin she asked, "Excuse me sir, I was wondering if anyone was sitting here?" The question was rhetorical of course, but she was being polite.

Sighing in frustration Justin answered, "No. No one here but me." He scooted over a bit to make a bit of room for the person who was going to be sitting in the seat next to him.

"You are most kind, sir, thank you." The Asian woman said as she bowed slightly. Just as she did the cabin started to bounce around in another round of turbulence. Justin was about to lean forward to help the woman from falling down when he watched her simply glide from a standing and bowing position to a sitting position next to Justin. Even the stewardess who probably had more experience with turbulence then they both did had a slightly hard time in keeping her balance.

"Wow, you flow like water." Justin muttered as he pulled his tray to an upright position. Curiosity actually go the better of Justin as he spoke, "So are you a gymnast of some sort?"

The Asian lady only giggled at the remark shaking her head, "Not a gymnast but I was honored to learn balance from Sensei." Even sitting back she had grace that, Justin noticed the young lady was well-schooled. Taking a quick look of his new traveling companion, two things had quickly jumped out at him. She was wearing a conservative traditional Japanese School uniform, and the second were the fan that she place on her lap. The note was how deceivingly light the fan looked. He was about to ponder on that a bit more when Justin realized that he was staring at her in an awkward way.

A bit flustered he looked up to see the eyes of the woman sitting next to him staring back. There was a moment of silence where their gazes locked onto one another.

Finally, Justin spoke up, "Sorry, I wasn't, I mean it wasn't that I was looking at your... well I was ... the fan." Two years of social graces and he still couldn't start with a coherent sentence that didn't make him look like a complete idiot or pervert. "I... well, it looked sort of intriguing, I wasn't staring at your legs or anything."

Instead of speaking to him the young lad took her hand and lifted up the closed fan and gracefully lifted it up to her face, with a flick of her wrist she extended the fan all the way open.

The look that crossed his face was one of wonderment. Justin never in a million years would understand how such art work was made, but he did have enough presences of mind to appreciate a hand crafted piece of art when he saw one.

Within its folds blossomed (at least in Justin's opinion) a picture of a white lotus flower in the mist of sakura blossoms. On either end was, in a language that Justin didn't understand, the same 'statement'.

"Um..." Justin said to the silent lady next to her, "That is very... elegant. Forgive me for asking", Forgive what? I was just looking at the stupid fan for goodness sakes, "What does the symbols say?" He pointed out the writings.

The young woman regarded him for a moment and then, (Justin swore she was giggling behind the fan) she spoke, "Look toward the blossom of the white lotus to find enlightenment." She then closed the fan and placed it back in her lap and stared straight ahead, very relaxed, Justin again noticed.

"Oh, I see, I guess that has a deeper meaning then what it actually says." Justin still felt like an idiot in the way he was talking. Waving his hands he waved a bit, "I mean, no actually that is exactly what I mean." He looked down shaking his head. "I am sorry I wasn't..."

The young lady looked back over to Justin giving a simple smile. That alone stopped both Justin's 'ramblings' and thought processes both at the same time. Giving a slight bow she said, "I believe you, and you are correct, it is from my family, a deep meaning that very few people outside of our circles know about. 'She of the unworthy is the most worthy of them all.'"

"That's cryptic", 'at best' "but I guess that its up to the person who holds the ummm... knowledge to figure out what it means for themselves... I guess." Justin definitely was feeling way out of his element and league. He attempted to turn away a bit to look out the window, to distract himself from further stupid statements.

He could barely see the nod from the reflection of the mirror. "May I ask your name?" The young woman turned back and looked ahead as she asked.

"Justin Tyme."

"Yori."

"No last name?" Justin turned back toward Yori with an inquisitive look on his face. He watched her flinch ever so slightly at the question.

"I am not worthy of an family name Tyme-san. I have enjoyed our conversation, thank you." With that Yori closed her eyes and seemed to no longer be paying attention to what was going on around her.

At first Justin was going to become defensive that she had ended the conversation so abruptly. Quietly, though he observed Yori's facial features. For once he was thankful for his training. There was an assumption that she was not sleeping, because of the lack of eye movement, and her breathing was just as measure as the time she sat down with him just a few minutes ago. For a moment, there was a deepened frown on her face as Yori's face became an unreadable mask.

'I guess that must mean you are the most worthy of us all.' Justin thought to himself as he turned back toward his window. 'Gah, what the heck am I spouting off in my own mind.' Justin shook his head trying to get rid of that line of thought. His eyes lids had become surprisingly heavy, as Justin blinked a few times before drifting off into the realm of dreams.