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A.N. I know that you all really want to find out what happens with Jimmy in E.R. but this chapter begged me to be written and put up first. Oh and I meant for there to be more in this chapter, but it was already much longer than I had originally anticipated.
Cindy's POV
"Calamitous?" I asked timidly.
"You have deduced well my dear girl."
'What the heck was going on here?' I thought.
How in the world could two of Jimmy's most devious villains be residing in the same place, why in the world would Professor Calamitous want to help me, and why would he be saving "us"?
The door to my cell opened, and in walked the stout little man. He was dressed as the other doctors that had attended me were, a starched white coat.
"How…" I started to say.
"Quiet my dear, we don't have much… uh… um… ah… what was the word?" he stuttered.
"Sound-proofing?"
"No that's not it."
"Time?"
"Yes! Time! That's it, and we're quite short of it indeed," he exclaimed. "Come we only have a few minutes before Strytch notices I'm gone and starts to look for me. When he sees that I've anesthetized his guards it's very likely that he'll… um… ah… ehh…."
"Be pissed? Lock down the building? Fly into a murderous rage?" I questioned.
"Most likely all three."
He un-cuffed me from the bed. I dashed to the door and peeked out. Outside the ruffians were slumped over on the floor.
"Qui-qui-quick!" he said.
He grabbed my hand and a shiver ran down. We ran down the corridor.
'This is a trick,' I thought. 'It must be a trick. There's no way this is really happening. Eustace is just trying to trick me.'
"Just hold on a second," I said skidding to a halt.
"No time!"
He dragged me to an enclosed corridor. Pulling something from his pocket, he peered further down the hall. It looked like something Jimmy had invented. He had called it the Life Form Scanner. I don't know how Calamitous got one.
Calamitous walked to a large heating vent and pried it open.
"I-i-i-in," he said rather forcefully.
I crouched down and crawled in. he quickly followed after me.
"I know you must have… um.. ah.. er.."
"Qualms?"
"No."
"Fears?"
"Not that."
"Questions?"
"Yes you must have many questions as to why I'm…"
"What is going on here? Why are you helping me? How did you get here? Why would Strytch be mad if you're gone too?" I blurted out, cutting him off. "Most importantly why should I trust you?"
"I understand. At the end of the day, why should you trust I, Professor Finbarr Calamitous, nemesis to one boy genius James Isaac Neutron, but I assure you, my dear, that is all in the past."
"Why?"
"It started upon our return from the Cretaceous. As you may recall that blasted boy of yours, Jimmy Neu-Neu-Neutron blew his love pheromone at my daughter and that disgusting…"
"Alien? Blob? Junkman?" I prompted.
"Yes Junkman. Unfortunately for my daughter by the time we had returned to the present, you Jimmy's love pheromone had taken permanent effect on her and her filthy counterpart. It seems that the longer it remains in one's system, the less likely a cure can be found."
"Georgia couldn't bear to be parted with him, so he moved his new ship to a permanent orbit around the Earth. I'm sure that you knew that though. The wedding made all the papers. The first alien/human marriage ever. Or maybe it was my capture and arrest at the… uh… um… drat it..."
"Wedding ceremony?"
"No after that."
"The reception?" I supplied.
"Yes! They lived together in relative happiness for quite a while. Alas around their second anniversary my poor Georgia realized that her biological clock was running out and that's when she came to visit me in prison. She begged me to do something that would allow her to carry her doting husband's child."
"Georgia set me free that very night using one of the inventions that I had started to make, but never finished. The Junkman had completed it for her."
"But how could you help her? I don't understand," I asked.
"You see, before you had been born, before my own child had been born, along with all my other studies in the sciences, I had been earning my genetics degree at the leading university at the time, but I didn't get the chance to finish it."
'Genetics?' I thought.
"I set about re-enrolling at the university under a pseudonym, Luan Cataclysmic*, to restart my genetic research. Unfortunately the university at that time had a budding History major who was doing their thesis on Patron Saints of Ireland and he put two and two together."
"Then what happened?" I asked as he paused. It seemed like he was lost in the past.
"After that I had to do all my genetic experimentation on that bloody Junk-creature's ship. I came so close to bonding their two genetic fingerprints together, but each time I thought I had a viable specimen to implant in my poor daughter, the fetus would inexplicably… ah… err… ehh… umm… A little help with this one, dear."
"Die?" I encouraged.
"That's it!" Calamitous explained. "It would expire. So I finally went back to the drawing boards. I thought maybe if I played around with the basic amino acids of their genetic makeup I would come up with something. I didn't expect to generate the organism that I did."
"It seems that in playing God, I created the 'perfect clone.' The clone would retain 100% of its genetic parent's abilities, and yet be completely docile. Completely malleable for malevolence or groomed for greatness."
"You mean the thing inside me is an exact copy of Strytch?" I asked spitting out his name like a curse.
"Not quite, but I will get to that in a minute."
"This experiment was a complete waste as well. My daughter and son-in-law were not looking for a clone, but a child of their own, not a carbon copy of themselves."
"Unfortunately that villainous criminal Strytch had placed a Trojan onto the Junkman's ship when the three of us had made his acquaintance through the failed League of Villains. All of my notes, the logs from failed experiment after experiment, he took them all."
"I still don't understand. Why are you here then? If he had all your notes then why would he need you?" I asked.
"Well it seems that in my haste I… ah... well… I forgot to finish the last of the notes on the perfect clone. I took some online courses to try and fix that, but it hasn't quite stuck."
"One night I returned from a trip to the surface to find the spaceship in shambles and a DVD from Strytch demanding my secret in exchange for my delightful daughter and her corpulent husband."
"What did you do?" I demanded.
"I did the only thing a rational loving father could do. I handed myself over to that dastardly fellow in substitute for Georgia's freedom."
"That young man forced me recreate my experiment, using his DNA and place it in an 'incubator' as he put it. I swear to you dear girl, I had no idea that he would utilize such diabolical means. Each time I resisted he threatened to have the last of my family eradicated."
"The first month, after he revealed your identity to me, I told myself that you were getting what you deserved. After all in many of my failed attempts at extracting my… my…. my…"
"Revenge?"
"Oh yes that's it! Revenge! In many of my failed attempts to extract revenge on Retroville and young James, you had helped him thwart my efforts." he admitted.
"But you see, after listening to your daily toil my heart seemed to soften. Each time I listened, the more you reminded me of my Georgia. She had wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with her family in peace. Most importantly it was for her sake that I had taken the first steps that had gotten myself into this fiasco."
"I knew then that I had to escape and take you with me."
There was a sudden bang on the other end of the heating duct.
"Crap!" I exclaimed.
"Oh dear I think they have discovered our absence," he replied.
*A.N. About Calamitous' pseudonym, look up just the name Finbarr in Wikipedia… You'll find some interesting things, like the fact that there was a Saint Finbarr. I honestly couldn't have made that up if I tried!
A.N. #2 Also remember in Jet Fusion I believe it is, Calamitous says that he's been working on finishing things, so if his speech seems to long for his character it's really not. Remember this is set in the future. He's had plenty of time to work on his sentences.