Oct. 12, 1450 B.C. Egypt

"Bat's Breath!" Bogg yelled as he pulled out of the reeds in which he'd landed. He shouldn't complain, really, the landing had been softer than many, if wet. Still, it seemed as if the omni might put him in a nice dry, safe haystack once in a while.

He stood and started to assess his surroundings. His initial thought remained the same: "Wet!"

The kid! Bogg turned to look. Jeffrey Jones looked unharmed even if his dampened hair and expression made him look like a cat thrown into the water. Maybe angrier, Bogg pondered.

"Are we alive?" the child asked.

Bogg almost wanted to laugh. "Yeah, we're alive."

Jeffrey stood up, looked around and tried to wring out his wet shirt.

"Who do you think you are? You break into my bedroom, throw me out a window, you bring me here, wherever I am …"'

"Yeah, kid, I know. You OK?"

"I guess, but who … what are you?"

"What am I? I am a Voyager. You ever hear of one," Bogg asked, with a touch of bitterness. This had been a long, oh, hell, whatever it was, it had been long.

The child nodded no in response to the question.

"Of course not, no one has. We're the people plucked out of time to travel through the ages to help history along. You know, give it a shove where it's needed."

Jeffrey Jones looked at the man incredulously, and then he heard a small sound, like a baby cooing as it played with its toes.

"You travel through time?" Jeff said, his voice rising in disbelief. "When is now, then?"

Bogg knew he had been here before, but it couldn't hurt to check. "Egypt. 1450 B.C.," he said with a definitive nod. Bogg had no intention of taking on a partner, but it couldn't hurt to see how the kid did on this assignment. He did know Jeffrey Jones was meant to be a Voyager, and they could get back to headquarters soon enough.

Jeffrey quickly found the infant.

"Where are we again?" he asked Bogg.

"Egypt. 1450 B.C." Bogg replied.

"Egypt," the boy muttered, and exclaimed, "This is Moses!"

"Moses," Bogg teased. "Moses was an old man with white whiskers, looked like Santa Claus with a part in the middle."

Jeffrey rolled his eyes and carried the cradle to the shore where he set it in the water.

"What are you doing?" Bogg asked, playing devil's advocate. "He'll drown."

"No he won't," Jeffrey replied, as he confidently pushed the reed cradle into the current. "Moses was found by Pharaoh's daughter … in the Nile." And he pointed downstream to the gilded tent.

"Oh. Hmmm. Well green light, kid. You did it."

"Green light means go, I take it," Jeffrey said, and his smile reached his eyes as he looked up at Bogg. "Where to?"

Bogg hesitated, he really should return the child to headquarters, get him a proper trainer.

But one more mission couldn't hurt, just to give him a start. "You know, Jeff, I'm not sure, just hang on," Bogg said and feeling the small hand on his arm, he hit the omni.

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