Okay people, I swear that I was gonna update this in February, but then we left for vacation, and by the time we got back, I completely forgot that I had a limited amount of time to update the unfinished chapter before fanfiction would delete the document. So I know it was mostly my fault, but just know that it wasn't completely my fault.
But geez! I cannot believe how lazy I've gotten! I haven't done anything in forever! I tell ya, yesterday I was filling out a scholarship application, and they asked, "What 3 things take up a majority of your time?" and I was like, "Damn, what the hell do I do all day?" and then realized that writing "Playing the Hunger Games Adventures on Facebook" would be a really stupid thing to do. So then I obviously had to dig deeper, but "Watching old cartoons" hardly sounded any better.
Which reminds me! So I started watching X-Men: Evolution (wicked awesome show) back in January, and I got so bored, that I replaced all the characters with KND characters. So they all have superpowers now! (not in this fanfic obviously), but I was playing with the idea writing an X-Men and KND fusion. You know, having our favorite KND characters play superheroes from different cartoon series. (Did I mention that they have superpowers?) Anyway, it was just an idea, but I would still like some feedback.
So anyway, I know I've said this like a gazillion times already, but I will try to update more often now that tennis season is over (1st place in JV girls doubles, in case you were wondering), and I'm also gonna try to get back into my routine for drawing something every day, for those of you who watch me on deviantart.
So, the latest results to my poll:
1st: Rae with 38
2nd: Lara with 25
3rd: Chris with 22
4th: Sally with 17
5th: Butch with 15
6th: Andy with 11
7th: Kyra with 10
8th: Hannah with 9
HANNAH:Eh, I guess it's not too bad.
To my reviewers (once again, no offense if I don't respond):
Miyu kuran-Chris and Sally do. If you get confused, just watch Operation F.U.T.U.R.E.
RidingtheRoughWaters- I think it was just 'cause I watched Operation S.L.E.E.P.O.V.E.R., but I really see a lot of similarities between Numbuhs 3 and 86. You know, besides the boy-hating part...
anonymous-BUTCH: A golf club? Psh! Please! What's a golf club compared to these? *Wolverine claws come out of nowhere*ME: Dude! You don't have Wolverine claws! I made that up when I was bored! BUTCH: *claws disappear* Well then how am I supposed to defend myself against a golf cl- AAAAHHHHH! RAE, HELP ME! RAE: I'm coming! It's taking me longer to reach you since somebody took away my Angel wings! ME: *laughs nervously* Well, it looks like you have this under control, so I'll just...go!
CodeLyokoIsTheBest- I really have no idea why I've never read a fanfic about Patton having to deal with *cough, survive, cough* Fanny's mood swings. That would be really funny...in a totally scary kind of way. I'm just imagining her like Kuki in Operation H.O.T.-S.T.U.F.F. except older and preggo. Poor Patton!
Okay, so I had tons of other reviews, but I'm afraid that if I spend more time answering them, then I'm just gonna get bored and leave. And you know how long it takes just to get me to type anything at all these days
So I have been writing down all of your flashforward requests/ideas, but I really need to get this story moving! So before you start reading, I'd also like to run the idea by you that I write all the flashforwards in a separate fanfic. So get back to me on that in either a review or a private message.
On with the story!
Year: 2010
Chris's POV
Something is wrong. Seriously wrong. And I can't figure out what it is. That's the most troublesome part. No, wait, scratch that, the most troublesome part is that I seem to be the only one who thinks so. Okay, I know I can be a little paranoid at times, and being sent back in time only to be trapped in the past has only set me on edge, but I can't shake the feeling that something terrible is about to happen.
I tried voicing my concerns to the others, but all they give me is that 'Shut up and relax' look. Even my dad thought I was losing it. That's just sad.
Sometimes I'm able to shake the feeling for a while and enjoy the free time away from school and home and missions, but it keeps coming back up. I just keep getting this uneasy feeling every time I look around at everyone.
I was just regaining the queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach when I was snapped out of my reverie by a victorious-looking Sally, who had finally managed to beat me at Speed, which I have to say was kind of unfair, considering I wasn't paying attention, but I didn't have the heart to put her out...or the shield to fend her off with.
"In. Yo. FACE!" she jeered triumphantly.
"Wha'? Oh yeah, good job," I said absentmindedly, gathering and reshuffling the cards for our buhmillionth game.
I guess I sounded a bit sullen because she stopped mid-fist pump and stared at me, which I sometimes found to be distracting, but I was already so distracted that I hardly noticed when her gorgeous green eyes turned my direction.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked me in that sweet voice that she could've only gotten from her mom.
"Fine," I said halfheartedly, not looking up from the cards.
"Come on, you know I hate it when you do that. Please look at me when I'm talking to you."
I stopped my shuffling and reluctantly looked up to meet her eyes, and almost instantly regretted it. Whether she knew it or not, I wouldn't be able to look away even if I wanted to.
Okay, so I probably sound like a dork right now, but let me explain a little bit about her eyes before you start judging. See, everyone always says that she and her siblings have the same eyes, and it's true for the most part, but Sally's eyes are different.
Butch always has his eyes covered, but you can often catch a bunch of love-struck girls writing poetry about them...among other things.
And I don't know why Hannah's eyes never appealed to me much. I suppose it's because Hannah is so flashy with what she wears and what she does to her hair and just how much attention she calls to every single part of her appearance, that locating and focusing on just her eyes was nearly impossible.
Sally's eyes, on the other hand, (and please excuse my corny-ness), have the exact opposite effect. Now don't get me wrong, I think she's pretty. Really pretty. (CHRIS: Shut UP, Butch!) But growing up as best friends, you learn a few things. One of those things being her biggest insecurity of all, the one that I don't think anyone else knows about, since she hides it so well. I don't see why she's so convinced that she's not nearly as beautiful as her siblings when she really is. Maybe it's because everyone says it all the time. Butch is the handsome heart-breaker, Hannah is the beauty queen, and Sally is merely the cute one. I guess years of that can really do some damage, even though no one meant to cause any.
Anyway, back to her eyes, even she can't deny how amazing they are. And that's not an understatement, I can tell you! They are seriously the most vivid shade of emerald in the history of forever.
Would it be overkill to say that they penetrated deep into my soul? You know what? Never mind, don't answer that!
"Seriously, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I insisted, my tone unchanging. Then she gave me a look and I elaborated. "It's just that I can't shake the feeling that something's just…off," I finished lamely.
She laughed. "Chris, of course there's something 'off'! We're in the past! What could possibly be more off than that?"
"I just can't shake the feeling that something's not right. That something really, really bad is about to happen."
"Oh, NIGIE!" a really shrill voice called through the tree house before Sally could respond. And of course, the only one who actually called my dad that came skipping into the room with a sickeningly sweet air surrounding her like an aura, with Lara trailing right behind her rather moodily, having answered the door only to find Lizzie right behind it.
Before the "scene" with Lizzie, I'd never heard anything from or about her from anyone. I guess she just didn't like coming around the tree house much because she just didn't think much of the Kids Next Door.
But after she found out about us, about the future that we come from, she was here almost all the time. And it was driving everyone crazy, including my dad. Lara too. But mostly Dad.
You would think that in the hopes of trying to stay together, she would try to better herself to persuade him to stay in the relationship longer. I mean, that's what I would do. But I guess it only makes sense to sane people…or as sane as I am anyway. I don't know what kind of girlfriend she was before, but even I think I'd be safe to say that she's gotten even clingier and more possessive, which is obviously annoying everyone.
Now, maybe it's because I feel a bit sorry for the guy and basically just forced a future on him that he definitely wasn't ready for, (without any spoiler alerts, I might add), but for the most part, I've just stayed out of the way when it came to their relationship. I mean, he still has a choice on whether or not he even wants to get together with my mom. And if he doesn't want to, then I won't exist anyway, and have to fight it. Still his choice.
Lara on the other hand won't let the matter rest. She won't take it up to either of our parents because she's trying desperately to seem like she's completely supportive of what our dad chooses to do, when the truth is that she can't stop all the glaring and the snide comments behind their backs. I guess she has a right to be a bit upset, but I think she's just scared of not existing.
I would be too, except for the hope I get from the undeniable fact that I still exist. Obviously, nothing's changed yet. I'll admit that I'm a bit of a nerd. Heck, my all-time favorite show is Dr. Timespace and the Continuums. So my theory is that if something did change that kept my parents from getting together, I would disappear instantly, because I'd never been born. So yeah, there's hope.
"Laura, is my boyfriend here?" said Lizzie snidely.
Oh yeah, and she keeps messing up our names. On purpose? Probably.
Lara scoffed. "It's Lara, and yes…My dad is right upstairs."
"Oh, good. My Nigie is taking me out on a very romantic date tonight. But you already know that, don't you?"
You know, I bet you could cut the tension in the room with a knife.
"Actually, no. He didn't mention it. Must've slipped his mind," said Lara in what anyone could tell was a deadly form of sweet tone. "Wasn't important enough to remember," I heard her say under her breath.
"What was that?" Lizzie snapped sharply.
"Oh, nothing."
"Yes it was! I heard you!"
"Then why are you asking?"
"Look, Lauren," she snarled, earning a pointed glare from Lara, "when are you going to accept that Nigie and I are perfectly happy together and we'll be together forever, and there's nothing you can do about it?"
"About the same time that you get my name right, I suppose," Lara snarled.
Ouch. Just when I thought that I was gonna have to break up another fight, Numbuh 1 thankfully came down the stairs at last, probably sensing the trouble from wherever he just came from. He had a knack for that in our time too.
Just like how Lara had a knack for dodging out of a fight when she sensed him approaching. So by the time he was standing near Lizzie, asking if there was anything wrong, Lara was already sitting on the couch near Sally and me, arms crossed, wearing a grumpy expression.
Trying to save Numbuh 1 from even more guilt and humiliation, I went back to the card game we were playing, but neither one of us were focused; we kept sneaking glances when they got beyond our peripheral vision.
They were in the hall when we heard Lizzie suddenly say (a little louder than necessary, by the way), "Oh, wait Nigie! I forgot my purse!"
"Oh…okay."
So they both came back into the room, Numbuh 1 a little more hesitantly than his girlfriend. At first, I was a little confused at her reason to come back in. While she was waiting, she wouldn't let go of her stupid bag. In fact, I didn't recall her ever putting it down. Yet there it was, sitting precariously on the floor behind the couch, close enough to silently gloat her win to Lara while passing by to pick it up.
"Goodbye," she said in her overly-sweet voice, her smile was sickeningly triumphant. She seized Numbuh 1's hand again and headed toward the door again.
It wasn't until I thought that she would be far gone that I heard her call again.
"Oh, and goodbye to you too, Christian!"
Christian? Well, she was close, I'll give her that.
"It's Christopher!" I called out, and at the same time, I heard Numbuh 1 say it too. That made me smile. I never told him that.
"Well anyway," said Sally, since she obviously didn't hear my dad (gotta remind myself that I'm the only one with super hearing around here), "like I was saying. You need to relax. Kyra and Numbuh 2 are almost done with the time machine, and we'll be back home before we know it."
"I know, Sal, but I'm telling you, something's gonna happen!"
"Nothing's gonna happen!" she insisted. "You worry too much."
"Look who's talking," I mumbled. That earned me a small shove.
"You know what? I'll bet you twenty bucks that we'll be outta here before anything your imagination thinks is gonna happen, happens."
I grinned. "You're on."
I swear, the timing couldn't be more perfect.
"Sector V!" The tree house Computah beeped a transmission from my mom. This was the first time I'd seen or heard her since Lizzie discovered us. She didn't want any more confrontations, even over a transmission. "Sector V!"
Before she could say anything else, I could already detect the panic in her voice. It was plain and obvious that the others did too.
And whatever the emergency was, I could already tell that the promise of twenty bucks in my future wouldn't be nearly enough to cheer me up.
Something was wrong. Seriously wrong.
Phew! The hardest chapter to write so far! I'm not kidding! I started writing this chapter in Numbuh 362's POV, but then it turned out to be another flashforward chapter and I really can't take up even more room with another one of those. But I'm still accepting them! I wanna make a drabble fanfic for just flashforwards and their reactions, so please don't stop sending those! And anyway, I wanted to put more here, but I'm not supposed to be on the computer right now, and if my mom catches me out of bed, she'll kill me. So I'll put in more info in the next chapter. But for now, goodnight, and peace!