A/N: Well, it's been a while. Sorry for the delay I've just been busy doing many different things. Anyway, I'm sure you're all scratching your heads wondering "What is this story about again?" To answer that let me rephrase the summary: "The gang goes 5 years into the future and meets their future selves." That's pretty much what this is about and right now the older Aelita is having a tough time with some new virus.

renayumi: Thanks for the love. I feel much better now. The updating is an issue but I'll try my best. Thanks for stopping by.

Janika: Yeah, sorry for not asking first. I'll make it up to you. Anyway, it's actually a coincidence that our plots turned out similar. I really didn't have your story in mind when I wrote this.

Shadowedstar213: Thanks for reviewing. I'll try to update quicker for the next chapter but who knows.

Chinesechic: I know how you feel but I don't think I can do much for you. Maybe if I called the older gang the older 'person' instead of using quotes. I'll have to think about that.

thesuperdot: The reason for that is simple. When Aelita is in Lyoko her virus is in the realm of computers. Once she becomes materialized, though, he problem become medical. The code won't do anything for her body once it's materialized. The show mentioned this once so I don't blame you for asking. Thanks for reviewing.

Angel of Dreams: Yes, you will but not right now. The whole deal with Tristan will be cleared up at the end of the story.

Nikana Olos: You're the only one who caught that reference so congratulations. I also have some more things like that in this chapter. Enjoy.

D Wolf Falls: It will be fun. Trust me. Although he doesn't exactly steal her he does play a large part in it.

aZn SiStEr: I don't like Sissy either. Yeah, I thought Odd would come up with a plan like that. Thanks for reviewing.

Animefreak32046: I'll try to get to your story but like I said I've been very busy as of recently. Anyway, I don't quite understand your question but as the story progresses I think your question will be answered in one way or another.

Siberian-Tigress: Thanks for reviewing. I appreciate the comment.

This Chapter is Dedicated to :

Janika

For letting me use her name without permission in the last chapter.

The group discussed different ideas for freeing the older Aelita from her manmade prison. However, in the end they all agreed that Odd's idea was the most plausible.

"So how would we go about stealing her?" asked the older Ulrich.

The trouble maker thought for a second and suggested that they break the windows and take her out that way since they were on the first floor. Tristan shot the idea down saying that the windows were double-panned, too hard to break and would make too much noise.

"How exactly do you know that Tristan?" Odd wondered.

The mysterious man ignored his question and took the idea a step further. He suggested, "We can't just take her out of her room for all to see because of the security so how about one of us dresses up like a doctor and walks out with her though the front door?"

"Hey!" Odd exclaimed from the fact that Tristan purposely ignored him. He didn't like to be ignored.

The other shunned Odd's response and pondered the idea. "Ulrich" asked, "It's a good idea but how do we get an OR scrub or a white lab coat?"

Yumi answered, "We'll have to take it."

Her older self added, "Yeah but how do we get one and without anyone knowing?"

At that time Jenee, the attendant at the service desk, gave the approval for Aelita Lyoko's emergency operation. She adjusted her stats on her computer and told the team of three doctors to go ahead and prep her. There was a fourth doctor but he was running a little late from lunch. The three left Jenee and went into "Aelita's" room.

One of the five security guards on duty came up to her and asked about the patient. She wasn't supposed to talk about other peoples' information but this case got to her personally. "Aelita" and Jenee were both the same age.

Miss Lyoko would be prepared for an extensive brain operation that would hopefully remove her cancer. Her chances of survival weren't too good since her friends discovered her cancer after it attacked her.

Tristan and his sensitive hearing caught the conversation and formed a plan. He asked, "Ulrich…" both versions looked at him with blank expressions, "uhhh…younger Ulrich, do you have any change left?"

The younger boy searched his pockets and found six coins whose combined total was 63 cents. He replied, "Yeah, why do you ask?"

"I have an idea," Tristan answered. He asked for the change and Ulrich gave it to him. Then he made a trail with the legal tenders from the hallway and into the men's restroom.

This was a trap that no doctor could resist. Tristan knew this from many experiences he had when he worked with medical professionals. They all wanted money and lots of it. If there were a way doctors could make a dollar more each day they would. Gathering spare change was no exception.

Tristan informed the gang that one of the doctors was running late from lunch and would be coming through the front door any minute. The change would lead the unsuspecting victim into the men's room where Tristan would knock him out and steal his clothes. He told them to act casually and wait.

They did and soon after they settled down a doctor with short black hair and matching glasses jogged down the hallway. The reflection of light from the coins made him stop as he passed by them. He turned and spotted the first circular disc.

"No way! This must be my lucky day," he said to himself, happily. As he bent over to pick it up he spotted the next coin and picked that up too, then another and another.

Soon, the door to the bathroom crept shut and revealed Tristan who then made his move on the doctor.

Not a peep was made from the man who had just come from lunch. Tristan dragged his prey into one of the stalls and changed into his coat and pants. Moments later he reemerged into the hallway.

"Now that you mention it, that guy did look a lot like Herb," "Jeremie" claimed. Tristan had reached them and asked how he looked.

"Yumi" replied sarcastically, "You look like the perfect date."

"So, Tristan, who did you whack off in the bathroom?" Odd asked, implying that maybe Tristan had some sort of mob connection.

The younger gang was still suspicious about their future friend. Ulrich understood and respected the fact that he wanted his younger self to tell them certain things first-hand because he too had many secrets that he wouldn't tell anyone. It's not that he didn't trust his friends because he did it's just that they were…personal.

Yumi thought that something bad had happened to him when he was young. However, despite that she believed that he had a heart of gold for what he did with Aelita and Jeremie. He's nice, rich, honest (a little too honest but that's okay), shy, cute and is probably as smart as Jeremie. If Ulrich didn't make a move for Yumi in their time then Tristan seemed to be a good back-up plan.

Tristan gave his black leather coat to "Yumi" who immediately put it on and hugged herself. His jacket had been sought after by many people, particularly girls, ever since he got it. It was so soft, gentle and warm. The dark cloth made him stand out and seemed to give him an authoritative yet stylish look, two things that really didn't go hand-in-hand.

The man masquerading as a doctor searched himself for identification and found his I.D. badge next to his pocket protector. He read the name out loud, "Herb Pichon." Then everyone burst out in laughter.

When everyone calmed down Tristan gave Ulrich his change back with interest from Herb.

"Now we need a stretcher," he declared. Tristan didn't want anyone to get suspicious about him and a stretcher with a patient yelling in pain would be very convincing.

The gang scanned the hallway and the older Ulrich spotted a door to a storage closet. He tapped around the doorknob then called Tristan over.

"There's two locks, a deadbolt and the knob," "Ulrich" informed Tristan.

"Gotcha," the strong-armed man replied and positioned himself so that his body was like an arrow with his right elbow as the tip against the deadbolt locking mechanism. His first attempt was successful and the door became ajar. He repositioned himself and against the regular lock and heaved into it. The knob buckled and the door opened.

Tristan whispered to his roommate, "As much as I regret what happened I must say it does come in handy." "Ulrich" concurred.

The two entered the room, fetched out a stretcher and set it up in the hallway. Along the way out Tristan grabbed a green hospital blanket.

"So who's going to be the patient?" "Jeremie" asked.

Odd took advantage of the situation and jumped on the bed. "I will!" he exclaimed, not wanting to be ignored again.

The fake doctor and "Ulrich" were satisfied with him action. Tristan told him to act like he was in pain. The purple-haired boy gave a practice moan that to say the least was nothing like anything realistic.

Both Ulrichs signed. The younger one insisted, "Let me try something. Lay down Odd." The troublemaker complied with his roommate's instructions with a sense of confusion and fear.

Odd's cautious attitude was well justified when suddenly Ulrich punched Odd right in the groin. That was something that would truly make him groan in pain. It was also revenge for all the Yumi and Ulrich questions from before.

The girls giggled and blushed madly. Jeremie was laughing his head off with the older Ulrich and Tristan squinted at the pain he was in.

"There," Ulrich said, "Now, he doesn't have to act."

"Thanks," Tristan replied.

Odd continued to moan and groan in a curled-up ball position, the blanket tightly wrapped around him. Tristan wheeled him down the hallway towards "Aelita's" room.

Along the way, the security guard stopped them. He told them that there was a patient already in the room. Odd continued to make painful noises. Tristan insisted that he be granted access to the room because of a condition that Odd had. To make it sound genuine Tristan laced the fake illness with medical terminology, turning it into an incomprehensible condition.

The guard was bewildered at the complexity of the words and let them enter. Tristan shut the door behind him and the three other doctors stared at him.

"Who are you?" One of them demanded. Tristan played dumb and put his arms two of the doctors' necks, telling them that he was the guardian of hell, Diablo. They didn't believe him and told the third doctor to get security.

Tristan threw the doctors' heads together like two dirty erasers. The third one didn't know what hit him when the fighter gave him a judo chop on the back of his neck. Odd's injury made it so that no other sounds escaped the room.

The only standing man went over to "Aelita's" bedside and woke her up.

"Aelita?" he asked, "Can you hear me?"

"Huh?" she responded, tiredly. The doctors must have put sleeping and pain killer agents in her glucose drop. He unplugged her, turned off her heart monitor so it would make any noise and set her up. "Who-who are you?"

"It's me, Tristan," he replied, "And Odd's with me too."

"I-I can barely see you," she said, a little frightened.

"Don't worry, you'll be okay," he reassured her. "We're taking you back to Lyoko. Odd you need to get off the stretcher."

The young teen fell off the bed, holding his crotch together. Tristan told him that he didn't have to act anymore. Odd told him that he wasn't.

He gently set "Aelita" on the wheeled bed and draped the blanket over her weakening body. Tristan whispered to her to just go to sleep and strapped her onto the bed.

She smiled. One thing that "Aelita" enjoyed most like Odd was the ability to sleep. It was so peaceful and calm, especially after a hard day of discovering new things to do. Regardless of the situation, she welcomed the rest and drifted off into a slumber.

Tristan pushed "Aelita" out of the door and Odd followed in his shadow.

"So is he going to make it?" the guard asked.

"Yep, she'll make a one-hundred-percent recovery," Tristan answered happily, wheeling her away.

It took a few seconds for the guard to realize what just happened. As Tristan was about to turn the corner the policeman shouted, "Hey, I thought it was a guy!"

"One little mistake," Tristan muttered to himself.

The guard peered in the room that once housed the female patient. "Get back here!" the man shouted running after them. Tristan told his friends to get going and raced with "Aelita" out the door.

The couple at the festival enjoyed many more rides and activities for the remainder of the evening. Jeremie managed, after four tries, to win Aelita a large teddy bear by knocking down three stacked milk bottles with one ball. It was harder than he thought especially since he always skipped out on gym.

Aelita also tried her skill at games of strength. Although she was not used to her body as Jeremie was to his she still managed to impress him by winning a fake large diamond necklace in a dart game. Jeremie put it on her told her that she looked like a real princess. She blushed madly as Jeremie then kissed her hand like a subject.

Later, the two got tired and night set in. Jeremie lead Aelita to the first floor lobby of the Eiffel Tower which had a gourmet restaurant.

A waiter showed Aelita and Jeremie to a table in the middle of the platform. It was covered with a white table cloth and had a center piece, an elegant array of flowers and candles that illuminated the table. It was quite romantic.

Aelita set her teddy bear next to her chair. The two were given menus. Jeremie glanced through it and decided to get the special shrimp dinner with a side of Brussels sprouts.

Jeremie looked over at his friend. Her eyes were moving rapidly across the menu. "Can't decide?" he asked.

"I have no idea what any of these things are," she replied, indecisively. There were so many different foods to choose from. She had no idea what ribs were or what it meant to be deep fried.

The boy moved his chair next to the girl and helped her look over the menu. He told her, "Most of these things are gourmet foods so I don't blame you for not knowing what they are. I think you should try the frog legs. They're a delicacy."

"Okay," she replied, confused. Aelita took the name of the food literally and wondered why it was considered a delicacy to eat somebody's legs.

Soon enough the food arrived and Aelita at first was repulsed by the meal. Then Jeremie showed her how to eat it and she tried it. The frog legs had just enough taste to make Aelita's taste buds go crazy. After all she had hardly eaten anything before.

She finished her meal in record time. Jeremie thought that she ate the meal faster than Odd could. Then he realized that, that was an impossibility and looked down at his one-fourth-eaten shrimp plate. He felt embarrassed at the sight of her completely white plate.

The waiter came by and took her empty dish. Jeremie ordered her another meal. One that wasn't so easy to finish. A thirty-two ounce streak should do the trick with lots of barbeque sauce.

Just as Jeremie thought, it took Aelita a while to finish her second dinner. Once he finished his he looked over at her steak that was three-fourths gone and then looked at her stomach.

"Aelita," he began. "Do you feel okay?"

"Yes," she replied happily, "This steak is wonderful, Jeremie! Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's just that sometimes you can get sick by eating too much."

"You can?" He nodded. Aelita repeated herself and told Jeremie that she was fine, however, he didn't like the idea of a person having two dinners especially if her body wasn't used to eating.

Jeremie asked her to stop eating the steak. At first she thought that he was being too protective like he was in Lyoko. He always told her to stay in the tower and wait for her friends to arrive. Or course, she never listened to him.

The boy insisted that she trust his judgment. She agreed and set her utensils down.

The waiter came over and gave them desert menus. Jeremie ordered a large chocolate Sunday with a double-shot of chocolate syrup. The cup was so big that he knew it would definitely be enough for the two of them to share even if Aelita's stomach was bottomless.

Ice cream was something that Aelita had never tried before and was a rarity for Jeremie too. Aelita inhaled her part of the cup and instantly fell in love with the taste of chocolate. It was so delightful to her that she didn't even notice her poor manners when the cup was empty she was using her spoon to sip up the remaining syrup. Jeremie took that as a sign that they were finished.

The waiter came back over and asked Jeremie for payment. He obliged and gave the man Tristan's U.I.D. card and let him scan his hand. Jeremie didn't know that Aelita could be such an expensive date. The word princess came to mind as he saw how much it cost, forty-two euros and thirty-nine cents plus the tip. He was thankful that it wasn't his money that he was spending.

Aelita had long since forgotten about the reason why she and Jeremie came to the Eiffel Tower to begin with. As a matter of fact she was so careless that she almost forgot her teddy bear when they went to the elevator to leave. Just then an announcement came over the PA system.

"Attention everybody, there will be a fireworks display beginning momentarily. It will be best viewed at from the observation level. Thank you and have a wonderful evening."

"Jeremie," she asked, "What are fireworks?"

He smiled at her innocents and replied, "Come on, I'll show you." They then went in the elevator and up to the top floor.

The whole scene was chaotic. First, there was the guard chasing the group of friends and yelling in all direction for help. Then there was Tristan who had to balance his speed with "Aelita's" cart, "Jeremie" was obsessively worried about his princess and to top it all off Odd was staggering behind holding himself together.

"Aelita are you okay?" "Jeremie" shouted.

Tristan replied, annoyed, "Jeremie, she probably can't even hear you if she didn't answer you the first two time!"

The group had reached the entrance and "Ulrich" held the front end up and helped Tristan carry her down the stair. It was the same stairs where he punched Sissy. He knew this because the trash cans were still knocked over. As they raced down the street, two other guards from the hospital joined the pursuit.

People in Paris were used to a laid back sort-of life. They weren't used to any excitement which may account for as Tristan thought their poor taste in the arts and comedy. However, his opinion was bias since he wasn't a native. Regardless, the citizens of France couldn't have been more stupid.

A middle-aged lady with a purse that looked like it was about to explode threw it by the handle and hit one of the guards dead-center in the face when Tristan shouted at her to move. She was so flustered at the sound of his voice that she didn't even look to where she was swinging nor did she apologize afterwards. Tristan, of course, ducked to avoid getting whacked.

That bought "Aelita" who was either asleep or unconscious by the virus' third stage some time. However, she didn't respond to any of the things that were going around her. This made Tristan concerned and he told "Ulrich" to move faster.

A few blocks down the road the gang finally reached the bridge with three security guards in hot pursuit, one of which was wearing shorts.

"Yumi" said, "They're catching up! We aren't going to make it!"

Tristan glanced behind his shoulder and confirmed "Yumi's" worry. The guards had to be dealt with. He instructed, "Yumi, you and the others go to Lyoko. I'll stay here and deal with the guards."

"Are you sure you can handle them?" the younger Yumi asked.

"Don't worry about Tristan. He can take care of himself," her older self replied.

The gang went on ahead and the man faking to be a doctor halted and prepared himself for combat.

Three panting guards stopped about six feet in front of Tristan. The one wearing shorts seemed to be the leader and told him that he was under arrest for stealing a patient. He also called him bananas for impersonating a doctor whom he had a friendship with.

At that charge, Tristan smiled. He had been called many things in his life time but bananas was something new to add to the list. Three-on-one didn't seem like good odds but then again, this was Tristan. He always turned the direst situations into a fight chance for life.

A/N: Well, another chapter done. I didn't think that it would turn out to be this long. Whatever. I'd also like to tell you guys that my favorite technique I use in writing is foreshadowing. That is I leave small hints of things to come in the writing. I not only did that with this chapter but pretty much the whole story as well. Try and guess which parts I foreshadowed. Later.