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Roy slowly opened his eyes.

He was standing in front of a large, old looking gate. Looking at it, he was greeted by the same familiar feeling of having seen it before.

"Looks like you did a good job." Someone behind him said. Roy turned around to see someone he hadn't expected to see there. Before him stood the woman from the racetrack. The Green haired woman with dark tanned skin. This time, however, she wore a Sailor Suit like those that Amara and Michelle wore, except that hers was black and a dark red-brown. In her hands was a long silver staff that resembled a key.

"Your one too." Roy stated more than asked. She nodded and spoke.

"Sailor Pluto, the Guardian of Time." She said. Roy's eyebrows went up at the final word.

"Time…wait, so YOU brought me back to 1995?" he asked, again the Scout of time nodded. "Why?"

"Because, you are Ceres, only you could defeat your corrupted dark self." She paused, "It was destiny in a way." Roy shook his head.

"Then why wasn't I born earlier, in the 70's?" he asked. She smiled.

"I had to let you grow up and be shaped by the world from 1991 on. You wouldn't be the same person had you been born earlier. Besides," she paused, "You needed to get the training only the Military could give you, more than once that training came in handy, and you would've been dead without it." Roy nodded, it all seemed to make sense. He turned back around to the gate in front of him.

"So what's this then?" he asked. She walked up next to him. "The Time Gate itself. It is my duty to guard this gate and insure that time flows the way it should." Roy nodded again.

"And so to keep it running smoothly, I had to defeat the Dark Ceres in 1995."

"Right, that's why I brought you back." Roy bit his lip.

"So, now what? Do I just go back to my own time?" He asked. Sailor Pluto gave him a clever smile.

"Not exactly…" She said as the Time Gate opened, and the light from inside blinded Roy.

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Roy slowly opened his eyes.

'This is getting really old…' he thought. He found himself laying on his back in an alleyway again, though this time it was the evening. Standing up, he saw that he was wearing the same old, off-white suit as before, and feeling around his neck, he saw that he still wore his dogtags, though the crossed sickle symbol for Ceres was gone. 'Well let's see where I am.' he thought to himself as he walked out of the alley.

The street he came to was full of cars, mostly yellow taxi cabs, and the architecture gave the city away as American. Looking right, he saw a news paper stand and walked up to it, taking a paper from a rack. NEW YORK TIMES the title read. 'New York huh?' Roy thought, 'Let's see what today is.' Roy nearly had a heart attack as he read the date, September 5, 2001. Roy just stood starring at the paper for a minute. Long enough for the owner to notice and come over.

"Hey, youze gonna by that or what? This ain't no library." Roy looked up from the paper with a smile on his face.

"I can stop it." he said. The owner raised an eyebrow.

"Whada ya mean?" he asked. Roy pointed to the two large towers several blocks to their right.

"I can stop it!" he said louder, setting to paper back down.

"Stop what?" the Owner asked, But Roy was already running down the street.

"I can stop it!."

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July 14, 2011

Roy slowly opened his eyes.

'I've got to stop sleeping at my desk.' Roy thought as he took his elbows off his desk and sat back in his chair. A glance at the clock told him he still had a half hour left in his lunch. He smiled to himself. Only a year out of collage and he already had a good office job. He stood and left his cubicle, walking into the break room and taking a seat at the table. As he sat down he grabbed the newspaper someone had left on the table and opened it up as he started his lunch. Roy glanced through the headlines as he unwrapped the sandwich he'd made this morning.

MULLAH OMAR DIES, AFGHANISTAN ENTERS CIVIL WAR

'No surprise there," Roy thought, "No countries have wanted anything to do with Afghanistan since that one guy had had a terrorist group based there a few years back. What was his name?' Roy frowned and turned the page, military matters confused him, he'd gone on to collage straight out of high school. 'No need to join the Army without a war on.' He'd thought.

"Hey Roy." Roy looked up to see his supervisor sitting across from him at the table.

"What's up Mr. Histor?" he asked. Histor smiled.

"I just got off the phone with corporate, seems you've really impressed the rep they sent down last week." It was Roy's turn to smile.

"I'm just doing my job sir." Roy said. Histor kept on smiling and stood to leave.

"Well, you just keep up the good work son. You've got quite a career ahead of you." He said and left the room. Roy smiled to himself as he looked out the window at the tower identical to the one he was in. 'Just think,' he thought, '21 years old on the corporate fast track and working in the World Trade Center.'

THE END

Author's Note: If you made it all the way to the end, thank you. I hope you all enjoyed this story, It was a lot of fun for me to write. Please, tell me what you thought of it.