Turret stifled a yawn as he kept a steady eye on the radar display. Times like this gave him a much greater appreciation for what it took to work the night shift. With both of the technicians sick with some mild form of influenza, he'd had little choice but to take the shift himself. He lifted his mug of steaming hot coffee…or at least what passed for coffee on this planet…and took a long swallow. Everyone had had something that made adjusting to Earth difficult and for him that had been a tragic lack of good Valorian grounds. After nearly a year of making a new life for their people in this prehistoric land, Valorian blended grounds were about as rare an item as could be found. Still…it's descendent here on Earth served the same purpose, namely a swift kick in the pants when he needed it most.

Thank goodness sunrise was less than an hour away and his relief would soon be here.

"Credit for your thoughts?"

Turret turned to see Serena creeping up behind him and settling into the seat next to him. Of all the Valorians in exile…or Dino Riders as they tended to call themselves now…Serena, daughter Corinne, seemed practically right at home here, which really wasn't a surprise to anyone that had known her before leaving Cellardyke. The two had attended the Cellardyke Academy of Science together and her studies had always taken her outdoors, communing with all nature of creatures. Her family line was one of the oldest on Cellardyke, so old it was said to go all the way back to the meta-humans of pre-stellar Earth.

"Oh," Turret groaned, putting his now empty mug on the counsel. "There are precious few of those available until I get my share of sleep. You're not due to come on duty for another three hours. Couldn't sleep?"

"Eh, woke up a little while ago and couldn't get back to sleep," She sighed, stretching out her limbs. "I thought you could use some company; anything exciting out there?"

It proved for a boring night but with what the younger crewmembers called "The Jurassic War" with the Rulon Empire at something of a stalemate, Turret had hardly seen a thing. The Rulons were licking their wounds in that volcanic nightmare and except for the odd skirmish now and again, they hardly ever left, which was just fine with Turret. As a science officer, his expertise lay in engineering but he had seen his fair share of combat. The only other risk was some nasty carnivore coming too near their defenses or trying to spook their herds. Quiet may be boring on the night shift but it was far better than the alternative.

The pair traded pleasantries back and forth for a while. Serena had been studying a nesting Parasaurolophus nest several kilometers from the ship. She looked to be a first time mother and Serena didn't dare get closer until the clutch of eggs actually hatched. From what she'd been able to observe, first time mothers were particularly protective of their young, despite whatever assurances a Valorian could convey with an AMP, especially with such a large clutch. As soon as things with the Rulons started quieting down, she would saddle up Dawn, her faithful Quetzalcoatlus, she'd taken to flying farther and farther out, looking for more creatures to study.

…RING…RING…RING…RING…

The alarm jarred both out of their pleasant revere. Turret may have been longing for sleep but his hands flew across the consoles with a smooth motion brought about from close to a decade of practice. Whether it was Rulons or a tagged super predator, they had protocol for it.

"Is it Rulons?" Serena barked, studying the master display.

This was…strange…to say the least. It…wasn't Rulons, at least none that Turret had ever heard of. It looked like…and the computers confirmed...that it was some kind of electrical disturbance of all things. It was the makings of a cloudless day and yet in two separate locations, the river basin at the far end of the valley and just outside the mountain range on the edge of Rulan territory, it LOOKED like identical disturbances were occurring. Both spheres of energy looked to be perfectly spherical, barely three yards in diameter and the same in height.

"I don't think I've ever seen anything like this," Turret marveled. "At least not here; they look like electrical storms, the kind that are naturally occurring in space but…never actually on a planet, at least not that I've ever heard of." The signature kept getting stronger. "This is absolutely incredible. Normally these storms are very grand in scale…but both of these disturbances seemed to be localized to a three yard stretch, almost as if they are housing something."

"Should we wake Questar?"

As if on cue, their leader entered the command deck. "Something going on?"

"We're…not quite sure, sir. A few moments ago, the sensors began picking up isolated electromagnetic disturbances in the region and…I can't make any sense of them. I've never seen occurrences like this on a terrestrial planet before and…"

"Could it be the Rulons?"

"No, sir; these disturbances have only been recorded in nature and I'm certain the Rulons couldn't have developed technology capable of generating this since they've been stranded here…which makes it even more puzzling."

Turret could see the wheels turning in his leader's head. When the Valorian Armada had evacuated Cellardyke, Questar's only concern had been the preservation of the crew and civilians put in his charge, a duty that any of the senior officers knew he took very seriously. Since being stranded in the past, that duty had transformed into building a life for them here on Earth. He would never hesitate to respond to or meet a threat posed by the Rulans or predators…but he wasn't about to take an unnecessary risk. It was one of the things that made so many of the officers and civilian leaders respect him.

Still…now that the initial shock of the occurrence had worn off, Turret found himself growing curious about this whole situation. This WAS the first recorded electromagnetic storm of this signature to ever occur on a terrestrial planet and the scientist in him was growing excited. The ship's sensors could take plenty of readings from here but…a part of him wanted to get out there and make some observations. When…rather IF they ever got back to their own time, this event would make an incredible research paper at the Academy of Science.

"Sir…forgive me if it is out of line but…a lot could be gained by sending someone out there to observe the disturbance. My equipment can be loaded onto a pair of Quetzalcoatlai and we can be out there in less than an hour. Serena and I can…"

Without warning, Serena let out a gasp and her hand shot out towards Turret's shoulder…and Turret's mouth immediately went dry. He knew what that meant without her having to say a word, as did Questar. No one knew if it was part of her meta-human ancestry but Serena always seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to someone being in danger. From what Turret had seen, the reaction was always the same, gasping for breath as if she'd just been punched in the stomach.

"Sir," Serena breathed, turning to Questar. "Someone…is in danger out there…or about to be. We need to get someone out there!"

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What…had happened? Abby felt as if she'd been run over by a steam roller and had several swift kicks to the head for good measure. The last thing she remembered was…Ireland. They'd been in Ireland…visiting Seamus's family. He'd taken the twins camping and…and they'd come down with something…and it was all a blank after that. She…she just couldn't pull her mind into focus. This was like…a concussion mixed with a hangover and topped off with a brain tumor. Had…had Seamus gotten her to try Potcheen? He'd always bragged about how much alcohol was in that but…God, had she drunk an entire bottle?

Where was she? Her body may have felt like it'd been dragged through a meat grinder but…she was laying on grass…and it was way too humid to be Ireland. It took most of what strength she still possessed to open her eyelids but things began to materialize and…oh God!

The pain in her body quickly forgotten, Abby leapt to her feet. Lying next to her, completely unconscious was Zoe. Whatever had happened had gotten her too. Abby knelt down and checked her pulse…and gasped a huge sigh of relief as she could feel a steady 100 beats a minute. The poor girl looked to be drenched in sweat…which wasn't at all surprising given how hot it had become…but there didn't LOOK to be anything wrong with her…other than being unconscious. She needed to get her to a doctor…or anywhere where they could get help…which now begged the question of where exactly they were…and how they got there.

It…it almost looked like…the only thing she could think of was the Caribbean, Costa Rica or Martinique but…how in God's name could that have happened? She was starting to remember…the twins had been on a camping trip with Seamus and…had come down with something. They'd brought them back to the house and…and she'd heard Shego and Gracie scream.

"Ngggghhhh."

Thank God she was starting to wake up. "Zoe? Sweetheart, can you hear me?"

"A…Abby? It…it hurts. Everything hurts," She replied weakly.

"I know, kiddo. I'm gonna get you fixed up real soon. Can you sit up for me?"

Her charge gave a small sigh and tried to wedge herself up. You could always trust what genes the girls had inherited from Shego to heal them quickly. Abby propped her up next to a nearby…palm tree? God, she didn't have time for that now. Now that Zoe was awake, Abby could do a better diagnosis. She looked unharmed for the most part. No signs of a concussion or anything; Zoe just looked utterly exhausted and her meta-human healing seemed to be starting to take care of that.

"Well, the good news is that you'll play the violin," Abby tried to humor her before the realization dawned on her. "That is, if you played it before."

At least it got a small laugh…before she got a look around. "Abby…where are we? Where's…everybody else?"

Both finally got a good look at their environment. Wherever they were, it certainly did look tropical. "Well, they've got to be somewhere. First, we've got to find out where WE are."

It wasn't Ireland. THAT was for sure. It looked like they were on the edge of a valley…a BIG valley, right next to a big river. At least they would have fresh water until they were found. That was one worry off her list. The river seemed to snake down the length of the valley and all along it, Abby could see pockets of forest…and enormous trees too, some of them reaching all the way up to the lip of the valley. That…that had to be at least 400 feet; the only place with trees that big was the Redwood Forest…and there was no way they were in Northern California.

"Abby! Look over there! That looks like smoke!"

Sure enough, a steady stream of smoke was rising from somewhere around the bend. The smoke was white…which, in Abby's experience, was usually a sign of civilization. Abby's hand crept down to one of her Heckler & Koch side arms she'd thankfully had the wherewithal to grab. If this WAS the Caribbean…there were plenty of dangers that they could encounter in the jungle, least of all what she was going to have to do if Shego or Kim or any of the others had been abducted. If only she'd thought to grab a communicator…hell, even a pair of binoculars.

But Abby wasn't going to be able to protect the charge she DID have, let alone find the rest, if she couldn't find them some food and shelter for the night. "Zoe, you think you're okay to walk?"

Zoe was indeed a fast healer. It was only a few minutes and she was definitely feeling well enough that she could stand. Zoe had already guessed the plan, always the clever kid, and…actually seemed kind of excited to get moving. Hey, as long as Zoe wasn't as truly freaked about their situation as Abby was, that was perfectly fine. The two hiked down a winding path, weaving in between a seemingly endless series of boulders, until it opened up into open grassy terrain. It really WAS beautiful, wherever they had ended up. Abby had to admit. It…almost reminded her of being back home in Washington…except with fewer evergreens. If she could just put everything else out of her mind, it was kind of like she was leading Zoe on a Pixie Scout hike.

The pair were making good time, even better as soon as Abby realized that the sun was in fact rising as opposed to setting. Thank God Kim or Shego weren't around or she would have never heard the end of THAT one; but at the best of times, Abby had seen the kids maintain at least 20 miles a day. There was no way that the smoke was farther than that. Barring no unforeseen interruptions, they should be able to cover the distance easily by…

…RAWWWWWRRRRR…

Abby's eyes darted skyward and her side arm was out. DAMN IT; WHEN would she learn not to do that? You never had a negative thought like that and…her eyes settled on the source of the noise.

"Zoe…uh…I need you to do something for me. Am…am I the only one seeing a…a DINOSAUR up there?"

Okay…in the grand scheme of things, Abby liked to think that since coming to work for Kim and Shego Possible, the former Secret Service and Global Justice agent liked to think that she'd seen it all but…even for the colorful characters that made up their list of adversaries, throwing her into the middle of a Jurassic Park knock-off had never made the list. Was…was THAT what had happened? Did DNAmy or…maybe Monkey Fist…was one of THEM responsible for this whole cluster fuck? Abby felt her grip tighten on her Heckler and Koch .45. If those bastards had interrupted their vacation…or worse, had INFECTED THE TWINS with something…GRRRRRRRR! There wasn't going to be any place in the world they could hide from her!

As Abby stared at the Flintstones extra circling over them…was that a human being riding on top?

"Zoe…head back towards the rocks."

Both had turned to…

…RRRRROOOOAAAARRRRRR…

God…Abby had seen enough movies to know what that sound meant…and it meant teeth. Abby grabbed Zoe and pulled her towards the river. Whatever that thing was, odds were that it couldn't swim. With a great heave, Abby tossed her charge into the water and whirled around to face…a Tyrannosaurs Rex…or…damn it; it had TEETH! For all the good it would do, she heaved her side arm up and began popping off rounds. At the very least, she might get a lucky shot and blind the SOB.

…three…

…two…

…last round in the clip…have to make it count…

…ZAP…BOOM…

Abby was knocked off her feet as an explosive force went off in front of her, showering her in dirt and stone. God…her head sounded like a bell tower. She could still feel her .45 clutched in her death grip and she at least had enough composure left to remember that her gun was as good as empty. She grasped around the area of her holster, trying to find a fresh clip, for all the good it would do if she now had face a dentist's wet dream AND whatever was capable of doing this…

GET THE GIRL TO SAFETY!

The thought echoed through her head like…like someone else's voice was being put literally INSIDE hers. Whatever was happening…the dinosaur was distracted. Whoever was tracking them…she could LOSE them. Abby holstered her side arm, climbed to her feet and turned towards the river. The explosion had left a dusty haze in the air but she could just make out Zoe's form in the water, within arm's reach of the other side.

Go to the water. Friends will be there!

Well…if this was all some big scheme, it was still probably better to be a prisoner than lunch. Abby burst out of the dust cloud and hit the cool water with a SPLASH. There was a slight current but they'd made it far enough away from the hill that it wasn't bad. She slipped into a breast stroke and began crossing what looked like a forty foot span. Her head broke the water and she immediately spotted Zoe, frantically waving her to the opposite bank. The ground was rocky but her feet made contact and she began pushing herself up onto dry land. No time to rest, she jumped to her feet and corralled Zoe into her arms.

"I'm okay," Abby promised, giving her a quick hug.

It sounded almost like a battle was going on where she had been. Abby chanced a look back and…what in God's name was she looking at? Not only was that…what was it…a pterodactyl…being ridden by an honest to God Human Being but…there were guns…ACTUAL GUNS mounted on the wings…like something out of a science fiction movie…and it was actually DIVE BOMBING the T-Rex! This was…this was unbelievable…

"OVER HERE!"

Abby's hand shot to her side arm and swung Zoe out of harm's way in the same motion. It was…a woman. Not all threatening by the look of her but Abby wasn't about to let that fool her. She was standing in front of another dinosaur…that Abby, of course, had absolutely no idea what it was…but it looked to be equipped with not only a litter but…nothing short of a cannon was mounted on each side.

Please…we mean you no harm. You've got to come with us before more Alosaurs show up!

She did! She had to get Zoe on that litter! She didn't know how she knew it but…the woman didn't mean her any harm and...and that was their way out. She holstered her side arm, hefted Zoe up into her arms, and took off running.

"I don't know who you are," Abby heaved a breath as she set Zoe on the litter and climbed on behind her. "But if you harm so much as a hair on that girl's head, this gun will paint the countryside with your blood!"

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Serena stood outside the medical center, gazing upon their new arrivals, the woman and…and the meta-human girl. Questar had learned long ago never to argue when one of her feelings had arisen and they had moved with all haste to the nearest disturbance location. At the time, she'd had no idea whether or not the danger she felt meant the village or something else but…the question was readily answered upon getting out there. The last thing that she'd…that ANYONE…had thought to find were people…let alone a meta-human.

The older woman had identified herself as Abigail Normal. Quite obviously a woman of action, she seemed to have an almost motherly protection over the child, whom she identified only as Zoe, a girl of no more than ten…with pale skin that bordered on being green. Neither seemed to know exactly how they had gotten here…at least not that they had said…but Serena hadn't pushed the subject. She'd seen the way they were staring at the Lambeosaurus pulling them along, much the same as many of the Valorians the first time they'd seen these amazing creatures.

"Any news on our guests?" Serena turned to see Questar approaching.

Serena turned back to judge the procedure. Doctor Cornelius looked to be concluding his examination of the two and they were beginning to dress. By the time they had reached the camp, both Abigail and Zoe had been soaked to the skin so Serena's first objective had been to find them some dry clothing. Serena managed to find one of her spare uniforms that seemed to fit Abigail nicely and finding something to fit Zoe hadn't been any trouble. The whole thing looked…rather fitting if she said so herself.

"Well, Doctor?" Questar asked.

"Uh…both…both women appear to be fine, no signs of illness or injuries…"

"But I sense there is something you DID discover?"

"Sir…I…I ran every test that I could think of and then I ran the same tests again and there's no escaping the conclusion I found. In their blood samples, I found alleles that…that I've only read about in textbooks. I don't think these have been seen in a blood sample in…it has to be over 1000 years."

"So you're saying that…"

"There's only one inevitable conclusion. Both women can only be from the past…or rather the future or…I…they're from pre-stellar Earth, sometime in the 21st century unless I missed my guess."

Time Travel? Those two had traveled through time? That was…nothing short of remarkable. What were the odds? As the Valorians began getting used to life on Prehistoric Earth, Turret and many of the other science officers and civilians had marveled how the centuries of research and debate surrounding time travel had been rendered moot completely by accident. The odds of the STEP generator pulling them through into the past the way it had was nothing short of a miracle. Many still hoped to one day return to their own time but…it always seemed to be on the back burner, to use an old Earth saying; but Abigail and Zoe…were from the 21st century, nearly 1100 years in the Valorians' PAST…and they had found themselves in exactly the same situation.

"Astounding," Questar gasped. "Do they know where they are?"

"Well…Abigail appears to be an educated woman and is making the correct assumptions. The younger one…is quite frankly a child, young enough to be very resilient when it comes to things like this. I'd expect it is all one big game to her, the dear thing."

"Well…I'll have quarters prepared for them. Serena, I'm appointing you liaison to them. Please tell Abigail that I would like to see her as soon as they are settled."

"Serena," Doctor Cornelius pulled Serena aside as Questar departed. "Might I have a private word?"

Serena glanced at Abigail and Zoe, now dressed and likely waiting for her. The doctor looked as if…time travel was remarkable enough but Doctor Cornelius looked as if there was even more…and something he wasn't comfortable sharing in front of Questar?

"I'm afraid there's more. As you know, when our systems analyze a blood sample, they also look for viable matches in the event of an accident. Relatives are usually the most likely and the system takes that into account…more so with meta-humans since their blood is so difficult to place. The computer generated two results within the population that remains here on Earth."

A viable match; she…she was a blood ancestor to a Dino Rider? The odds of these two being sent to the same time as the Valorians were unlikely enough…but the odds of one of them being an ancestor to a Valorian had to be…even more unlikely was the only thing she could think of. Adjectives simply failed her.

"Who in the name of Valoria could she be related to?"

"Well…meta-human DNA has very distinct markers past on through generations Serena, there's absolutely no easy way to say this but…I think that 10 year old child in there is the beginning of a very ancient and distinguished line…including you and your grandfather."

She…she was…

Author's Notes:

I had only ever seen the first episode until recently but Dino-Riders was one of my favorite cartoons when I was a kid. I'm so thrilled that I've been hearing rumors of a live-action movie. Ever since watching Jurassic World, I've wanted to write a crossover like this and I hope you all like where it goes.

Dino Riders is the intellectual property of Gerry and Carla Conway and the copyrighted property of Marvel Productions.