Merry Christmas everyone! This is my Christmas gift to you. XD Enjoy! Recommended listening: Hayley Westenra, The Little Drummer Boy.

Love, Katie

P.S. I don't own Jimmy.

Time Past

When the clock chimed midnight Jimmy awoke to find that he had fallen asleep while working on his latest inventing.

"What a strange dream."

Goddard was wagging his tail happily, but his head was cocked to the right as though something wasn't quite right.

"Goddard, what's wrong boy?" Jimmy looked in the direction that Goddard was facing. Libby Folfax was standing in the corner of his lab. She was wearing a white robe and a golden candle in her hand.

"Libby, what the hell are you doing in my lab at this time of night? And why are you dressed like that?"

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."

"You are Libby Folfax and you are pissing me off."

"I physically appear like Libby Folfax because your grandmother said you might be more receptive that way."

"Whatever you want, you can just take it."

"You will come with me now; we do not have much time."

Sure, she was speaking with Libby's voice and she looked like Libby, but this was NOT Libby. The figure held out her arm.

"The sooner this is over the better."

"Hold on tight."

He reached out and clasped his hand around her wrist. Immediately he got the strange feeling like his head was being pushed through a very small tunnel. Colors flew by in reds, pinks and purples. He was feeling like he might vomit when to his great relief his feet were safely planted on solid ground.

He immediately realized that he was back at his own house. When they got inside he saw his younger self, his mother and his father all sitting on the couch opening their presents. A dwarf star on the top of the tree glowed brightly.

"I remember this Christmas," he remarked with a warm smile. "It was the best year! I got a dwarf star and I still believed in Santa Claus."

There was no response from his companion. Obviously whatever he was supposed to see was coming soon.

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry for ruining Christmas before."

"That's okay honey."

"I just thought it was you guys putting stuff under the tree for me. I'm pretty sure that dwarf star would be impossible for any normal person to collect."

"Oh, honey!" His mother cooed and gently kissed his forehead.

"You were a sweet little kid. I wonder what happened to make you lose faith," Libby added.

"I grew up."

"We shall see, won't we?"

She extended her arm again and Jimmy knew that it was time to travel again. This time he braced himself for the feeling of moving through time. He closed his eyes tightly, it was still disorienting, but at least he didn't feel like he was going to be sick.

"We have arrived, Jimmy Neutron," this hallucination or whatever the hell it was seriously needed to stop being so weird.

When he opened his eyes his heart sunk. They were standing outside the Cease Funeral Home in downtown Retroville. His throat constricted tightly. He knew what memory this was.

"No! I'm not going in there."

"You must."

"Fine," he hissed.

When he got inside he began to see familiar faces. His mother crying softly, his father drinking a little bit too much punch. Lastly he saw his 13 year old self sitting in a corner, his head buried in his hands.

"Hi honey," his mother sniffled as she sat down next to him.

"Hi."

"You should come into the viewing room and say goodbye."

"I don't want to."

"Please, as a Christmas gift for your mom."

His younger self sighed and took a drink of his punch and stood up. He pushed past the tons of people to the main viewing room. Libby urged him to follow.

The viewing room was decorated in deep blues and blacks, and in the center was a tiny coffin for a child. In the coffin lay a girl who was no more than two with dark auburn hair, wearing a beautiful little blue dress. He recalled that it had been her favorite.

His stomach reeled.

His younger self stood over the coffin for a moment, took the dead girls hand and whispered something to her.

"That's your sister, right?"

"Arielle," he responded.

"What a lovely name. It's always a shame when young people die before their time."

The younger Jimmy took a seat in the corner of the small room.

"Can we please go now?"

"That was not the memory, Jimmy Neutron. What you have to see will come next."

"Right," he added bitterly.

A woman with dark hair and another woman with blonde hair came up to the coffin. Jimmy's eyes began to instinctively water and he started to shift uncomfortably.

"Isn't she just the picture of perfection?" The woman with black hair whispered as she looked at Arielle.

"Beautiful. What a horrible tragedy!" Her friend commented.

"I know! Did you hear that it was her own brother who killed her?"

"No!"

"I guess something malfunctioned and she was too close."

"Oh my," the woman with the blonde hair added. "That is terrible!"

"That boy is a menace."

They turned and looked to the small boy sitting in the corner. It was now clear that these two women were perfectly aware of his presence. His younger self buried his head in his hands and Jimmy flew out of the building into the Texas air and was sick in the bushes.

Libby swooped in behind him after her had composed himself.

"She is proud of you, you know. She knows it was her own fault. You warned her."

"No more, please take me home!"

"There is one more memory you must see," Libby added as she once again extended her arm.

He wiped the tears from his eyes, took a deep breath and clutched her wrist. This time he didn't even bother to close his eyes. He was freezing cold. He fruitlessly rubbed his palms against his arms. There was even snow on the ground and his feet were getting wet. There were mountains and trees everywhere.

"I know this place! This is that lodge in the mountains that my family came to for Christmas vacation a few years ago."

Could this possibly be a good memory after the horrible one he had been forced to endure? When they arrived inside they stopped outside the small café in the Lobby. The couple in front of them was holding hands. It was none other than his 15 year old self and Cindy Vortex. He leaned down and kissed her lips very briefly and she whined when he pulled away.

"You are such a flirt, Jimmy Neutron! Who knew?"

"You did."

"True."

"Can you believe that school starts on Monday all ready?"

"I know, right?"

For a few moments it got awkwardly quiet.

"What are we going to do about that by the way?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly what it sounds like!"

"Who says we have to do anything?"

"What do you mean? You finally ask me out and you don't want to tell anyone?"

"Well, I just don't know how people would react."

"I don't give a damn about how people react and since when have you?"

The younger Jimmy flinched uncomfortably.

"I guess I was just trying to say that this has been nice."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"NO! I'm just saying that I think we should take it slow when we get back."

"By slow you mean never telling anyone?"

"Cindy! Calm down!"

"No! I will not calm down! I am not some hussy who you can take advantage of whenever you want! I love you!" Jimmy blinked at her for a few moments and Cindy flushed a deep red.

"But, Cindy!"

"But- nothing! You don't want to tell people, well you don't have to. We are over, for good!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"This never happened!"

"Agreed!"

"Have a merry Christmas you ass!" She shouted as she dumped the remaining amount of her hot chocolate all over him. She walked away obviously satisfied with herself.

Libby crossed over her chest.

"That was admittedly not one of my better moments," he replied trying to come off aloof, but he admitted the memory held more of a sting then he cared to admit.

"It is not over."

"What?"

He looked back to see himself cleaning the spilled chocolate off his jacket.

"Girls suck," he muttered bitterly.

"You know, bud," the dude who had been behind the counter began to tell him as he wiped the table to the right of Jimmy. "I would advise you to apologize to the lady."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because she's a hot piece and if you want to get some you better apologize."

Just then his younger self got up from his seat, and punched the guy square in the face.

"What was that supposed to show me?"

"You don't know?"

He thought about it for a moment, but the answer seemed to slip right from his fingers.

"Can I go home?"

"Yes," Libby replied as she extended her arm and he took it. Flashing colors, headache, and then he was back in his lab. "The next spirit will be arriving at two."

With that, Libby vanished and he found himself standing next to his lab chair.

"What was in the lunchmeat today?" He asked fruitlessly as he sunk into the chair with an exasperated sigh.

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