Earth 9195

The Command Center had been wrecked as the bodies of the super team lay all around, having been slaughtered by a dimension traveling evil force. The computer consoles were sparking as the only two remaining living souls were hidden under a desk. The Red and Purple Schwartz Rangers knew he'd be any there any second and didn't have much time.

"Bobby, you have to go," Greg, the Red Ranger said. "I'll hold him off."

"He'll kill you," Bobby the Purple Ranger said, 19 with permed blonde hair. "I won't leave you."

"The multiverse is counting on you," Greg told him. "You have to keep him from getting the scones, he already has one. If he gets all seven, all reality is screwed. You have to do this."

"But I'll be all alone," Bobby told him as a tear fell down his face. "How do I face him?"

"By finding help," Greg said. "There's a huge multiverse out there, there are others out there that can help you. You have to find them and stop this from getting worse."

A pounding came at the door as Greg looked up. "We're out of time. GO!"

Bobby stood up as Greg grabbed his weapon, a guitar that doubled as a blade, and stepped out, getting ready for what was behind the door. Bobby ran into the next room and started hitting buttons as a vortex opened.

"I have to scramble the signal so he can't follow me," Bobby said. "I have to find someone who can help me. There are others out there like me, The Order of Melondon taught me how, I just have to focus and find other Bradys."

A pounding came at the doors as Bobby jumped tapped an icon on his chest, transforming his purple armored costume into street clothes as the doors exploded open. Bobby jumped through the multicolored vortex as the villain raced to grab him just as the portal closed, leaving behind a single sneaker. A blood-soaked sword stabbed the wall as the severed head of the Red Ranger was dropped to the ground.

Earth 9175

Bobby Brady, age 15, lay in the hospital bed as the handsome male nurse helped exercise his legs, a daily exercise to keep them from getting atrophied. Recently Bobby had taken a bad fall and been paralyzed from the waist down and was currently undergoing physical therapy in the hopes of returning home soon*.

(See Bobby vs. Evil #1 - TC)

"This is pointless," Bobby said as he stared up at the strawberry-blonde haired nurse. "I can't feel anything down below anyway, why are we doing this?"

"Because someday they're going to find a way for you to walk again," the male nurse Lucas said. "And I want you to be able to do so with little effort. I'd also like to be able to take you on a date when you're up and around again."

"How do you know I'm gay?" Bobby asked.

"You talk in your sleep," Lucas replied. "I heard you talking about Luke. I'm sorry he died."

"Murdered by my evil cousin," Bobby said. "Before we could ever really talk about our feelings for each other."

"You might need time to think about seeing people again," Lucas told him. "I'd… like if you considered me for when that happens. You're a nice guy, Bobby. Those are hard to find these days."

Bobby tried to smile as Lucas finished. "Okay, that's it for today's session. Need anything before I go?"

"More nice guys in my life like you," Bobby told him as Lucas blushed before leaving. Bobby watched him walk out of the room before thinking about how he was going to tell his parents that he was gay. It was getting harder to tell them the more he became comfortable with his newfound sexuality

The older Bobby Brady's stomach was growling as he scavenged the dumpster for something to eat. He'd been trapped in this world for two days and had no idea how to proceed. He knew he had to find the Infinity Scones, and for that, he needed this world's Brady's, but first, he had to find them.

Finding an edible sandwich, Bobby got ready to eat when the wind starts to blow unnaturally. "Oh, no. He's coming."

Electricity started sparking as a portal started opening. Bobby started running before it could as a shadowy figure emerged. As Bobby ran, he dropped the sandwich as another vagrant picked up, but before he could eat it, an arrow hit his shoulder, pinning him to the wall. A gloved hand threw him against the wall.

"The Purple Ranger, where is he?" a voice said under a dark pink asked. "If you value your life, you will tell me."

"I saw a young boy running that way, but that's it!" the man told her as the figure stabbed him, letting his body fall to the ground, dropping his sandwich to the ground.

"I will find you, Bobby Brady," the Brady Slayer said. "Even if I have to burn this world to the ground."

"Come on, Bobby, you have to eat," Cindy said as she tried to feed her brother some soup. "You gotta keep your strength up."

"Why, so I can cartwheel out of here?" Bobby asked sarcastically.

"Bobby, you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself," Jan told him. "You have so much to live for."

"According to who?" Bobby asked. "Peter's dead because of me. Maybe I should have let Oliver kill me, he might have left the rest of you alone if I let him take over my life like he wanted."

"Then he would have killed us like he was planning," Jan replied. "You saved our lives by fighting back. Oliver was evil, you stopped him before things got worse."

"I stopped him and lost my legs in the process," Bobby said as he stared at the ceiling. "I have nothing left."

"You have a guy interested in you," Marcia told him as Bobby looked in her direction. "Oh, like I can't tell when my little brother's gay. We've known for a while, just been waiting for you to figure it out. You're a nice gay and you're a handsome young man, you need to realize that and grab that nurse out there while he's available before someone else scoops him up."

"How did you know?" Bobby asked.

"You've been looking at every boy I've ever brought home," Marcia said. "While Peter's always glared at Greg's girlfriends, you've never even so much as looked in their direction."

"Wait, Bobby's gay?" Jan asked. "I never even thought about that."

"Of course not, Jan," Marcia told him. "You were too busy making up George Glass to put the clues together. It's a good thing George wasn't real or Bobby would probably be eyeing him, too."

"Hey, I don't look at every guy you bring home," Bobby told her. "I do have some standards. Doug Simpson was a total a-hole. I did end up kissing that guy you did up going to dance with, though. Long story, but he eventually realized he was straight."

"Bobby Brady," Marcia said as she shook her head.

"I can't help it if a lot of older guys found me attractive," Bobby told her. "I was a cute 14-year-old, and I was still confused. It was after that mumps scare with that girl I kissed that I started figuring things out. But you can't tell mom and dad. I'm not ready to tell them yet."

Bobby got a worried look on his face as Marcia hugged him. "You're secret's safe with us, Bobby. Isn't it, Cindy?"

"Hey, I stopped tattling," Cindy told him.

Alternate Bobby finally found a phone book and started flipping through it.

"How many Brady's are in this phone book?" Bobby asked as he flipped through the pages. "Mike Brady, Mike Brady, AHA! I should know this, he should live at the same fucking address as every other Brady in the multiverse. 4222 Clinton Way, off by one number I guess. Just have to get there before it's too late."

Bobby was about to run to the address when he noticed an old newspaper on the ground.

"Local boy in tragic accent." Bobby saw the younger Bobby's picture. "Fell off of the roof? Oh, no."

The Brady Slayer demorphed out of her costume, knocking on the door as Alice answered. "Well, I haven't seen you around here for a while."

"I'm looking for Bobby Brady,"

"Bobby's in the hospital," Alice said sadly. "Horrible accident, he's paralyzed."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Has anyone else been around lately? Anyone strange?"

"Just Cousin Oliver and he was killed a few weeks ago," Alice told her. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

The girl pulled out a scanner and scanned around. "It's not here. But it's in this dimension. I'll be back."

The girl turned around and left. "See you soon, Bobby."

Bobby stared out of the window after his sisters had left, sighing to himself. He felt so alone without being able to be himself around anyone. The only two people he could have opened up to were Peter and Luke, and they were both dead by Oliver's hand. Of course, there was Lucas. He was handsome and willing to date Bobby, but Bobby was afraid to get close to someone else. What if this guy ended up dying as well? Bobby didn't know if he could ever open up to anyone ever again.

"I'm heading out for the evening," Lucas said as opened the door. "See you for physical therapy tomorrow?"

"Sure," Bobby told him. "I'll be going home soon."

"That just means I have to spend as much time as I can with you before you go," Lucas smiled. "Look, I know you won't agree to a date, but… I do really like you. I'm hoping to spend more time with you before you leave."

"We'll see where things go while I'm here," Bobby said. "See you tomorrow."

Lucas closed the door as Bobby settled in to go to sleep.

"Face it, Bobby, you're supposed to spend the rest of your life alone," Bobby told himself. "I won't let anyone else get hurt by getting close to me."

Bobby closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep.

Alternate Bobby saw the visiting hours for the hospital were over, but he knew that someone was following him. Someone from his world, looking for the Infinity Scones, the powerful relics that could alter the course of reality. Everything depended on finding someone who could help him. All he knew was that this world's Peter was dead and Bobby was paralyzed. But still, Bobby might be able to help him.

Bobby snuck in through a back entrance and looked for the other Bobby's room number. He discovered he was on the third floor and headed up there, avoiding the nurses and staff when he passed by a food cart. He couldn't helot himself as he wheeled the tray into an empty room and ate everything he could get his hands on. He was starving and left nothing on the tray, finally drinking the carton of milk.

"So good," Bobby said as he wiped his mouth. "For hospital food, it wasn't terrible."

Bobby then searched for the other room when he heard something from down the hall. He ducked behind a corner and listened to a familiar sound, like a futuristic beep.

"He's here," a female voice said. "I'm close. Of course, I'll kill him the instant I find him. No Brady left alive."

"Brady Slayer is here," Bobby whispered. "My powers are too weak, I can't fight her here. I have to get out of here with Bobby."

Bobby looked for the right room number and went in, knowing he'd have to take the window if it came down to it. He pulled the shade and tried to start opening the window when the sleeping Bobby opened his eyes.

"Who are you?"

The other Bobby turned around and tried to smile. "Don't call the nurse!" the boy shouted. "I can explain, Bobby."

"How do you know who I am?"

"Because… I'm you," the boy said. "And I need your help to save the world."

He heard a noise coming, and quickly picked Bobby up from the bed.

"What are you doing!?" Bobby shouted as his older self jumped out of the open window on the ladder escape, just as The Brady Slayer kicked the door open, holding her machete. She saw the open window and ran to it, seeing no one was out there.

"Help!" the younger Bobby shouted.

"Shut up, I'm trying to help you," older Bobby told him. "We have to get away from the Brady Slayer."

"The who?"

A flaming arrow shot post them.

"That's who!" older Bobby shouted as he continued running. "Just hang on!"

"Like I have a choice," his younger self said. "Where are we going?"

"If I knew, we'd be there by now," older Bobby told him as he ducked into an alley. "It's just the two of us, kid. I wish I had better news."

"Maybe you'd better tell me who you are, and why you say you're me," younger Bobby said. "You can't be me, because I'm me."

Older Bobby sighed. "Okay, I guess I should give you the rundown. I am you from another world. I come from a world where my family are superheroes. We were given superpowers after our parents got married. We were charged with saving the world, but not everyone in our world is good. There are those who are trying to steal powerful artifacts that we have to protect.

Someone wants those artifacts, The Infinity Scones."

"Scones?"

"You know, bread-like desserts. A long time ago, seven powerful stones were baked into seven scones, then spread throughout the multiverse. Whoever gets the scones will control all of reality. But like I said, someone is after that power, and he'll 1` stop at nothing to get it. He already has one of the scones."

"Who's after them?" young Bobby asked.

"… My Cousin Oliver," older Bobby told him as younger Bobby looked at him shock as a flaming arrow shot past them as The Brady Slayer walked into the alley, wearing dark pink armor.

"Hello, Kathy," Bobby told her.

"Kathy Lawrence? As in the girl that tried to cheat her way onto the cheerleading squad?"

"The same," older Bobby told him. "The one who killed my world's Marcia."