Operation: TIME-TRAVEL

Today or
In time
Many
Erupt

Time
Rocks
Aviators
Very crazily
Even
Loony

By Ahhelga

Author's Note: My birthday passed, like…a month ago. Not exactly on time as I wanted. I just had been in a bad mood lately, so yeah. Anyway, this chapter is more focused on the adults, this time. Don't worry, don't worry, I'm gonna get back to the main story of our five KND membuhs…later. So yeah.

Disclaimer: Disclaiming!

Chapter 8- A Grown-Up's Life

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((In a Car on Maple St.—November 20th 9:31 PM))

It was dark out. Nothing moved except the car on the wet street. Silence filled that car.

Abby looked at the still houses as she rubbed her belly, her womb, her child. Nigel had been keeping his eyes on the road the whole time. He had to wear his prescription glasses at night when driving, so his sun glasses were off of him on the dashboard. Every so often Abby would glance at them. Trees, homes, everything was the same each street. What did they expect? It was a suburban town.

"You're very intent on that upcoming baby," Nigel said, still keeping his eyes on the road.

"What do you expect?" she said, raising a brow at him. "It is my child. It will have my eyes, my personality, and my—"

"The father's looks too," Nigel then said sullenly. "He—or she—may have the father's hair, his passions, his—"

"Nigel, the father may be you, so don't sound so glum," Abby said, thinking of other things.

He sighed. "You're right, it may be mine. I shouldn't be so crabby."

The car turned a right on Ivy Ave. and after a minute or so the car pulled up in a drive way. This was the part of the town that wasn't so suburban-like. There were different houses, like different shaped and colors—theirs' was light blue. Their steps were soft as they walked up to the main door. When they reached the door, Nigel opened it with his key. Abby was first to get in. She felt terrible—both physically and mentally.

She rushed to the restroom, holding up her belly. She passed a doorway when she ran through the short hallway, there, a boy sat and glanced at her. Nigel wasn't far behind, but he wasn't rushing. Once he saw the boy in the living room he stopped following her and looked at the boy.

"Hey kiddo," said Nigel, leaning on the wall, hearing grunts from the bathroom.

"Hi, father," said the boy, glancing at him. He flipped the page of the book he read.

"Don't call me that, you know how I don't like that," Nigel made a face. For some reason the word "Father" got him jumpy.

"Fine," said the boy rudely.

The sound of a toilet flushing filled the background noise. The door to the bathroom opened, and not long after, Abby was in the living room with the two males.

"Hello Charlie," said she when she sat down.

"Evening, Abby," said the boy known as Charlie, he smiled at her as he put down the book.

Their relationship was mutual. She didn't treat him as a son; he didn't treat her as a mom. He treated her like a good friend of his father's, which basically was the case since he noticed some key actions.

"Well, you know the drill, you gotta go to bed," Nigel said.

"Dad, it's summer!" exclaimed his son. "It's not like I have school tomorrow!"

"He's gotta point, Nigel," Abby said, pointing to Charlie, who was scowling at his dad.

"Go to bed," Nigel said simply.

"Fine!" Charlie scowled, going into the hallway which led to his room.

Abby, who was sitting down, looked at Nigel concernedly.

"Nigel, you gotta give the kid credit," she said. "He works his butt of to impress you sometimes, and you still treat him like he should belong to boot camp."

"I know," Nigel sighed. "I'm trying my best, I really am. But…he's done some things that really have…gotten me interested to be hard on him."

"Oh?" she said. "Like what, may I ask?"

"Well…his friends (well ex-friends, I hardly see them now) made him into a rebel, but when he's not with them, he's the perfect child."

"But you said ex-friends, so that would make him better now," she said. "And what makes you so sure they were bad."

"Well, one day he was sleeping over one of their homes, and I saw them out—attacking some poor adult! They threw gumballs at him and were talking back! They are no good example for my son…"

She stared for a second, and then glanced at the stairs. It was a good grown-up's instinct that told her that he was on the stairs; she just didn't tell Nigel. And then sighed.

"Didn't we do that when we were kids?" she asked him.

Nigel blinked at her, and opened his mouth. "We never did. I guess you did. You're forgetting that we met in high school."

"Oh, yeah, you're right…" she whispered.

"Let's get upstairs, I'm tired out," said Nigel, putting his arms around his fiancé.

When they were already up the stairs, Charlie was already in his bed, pretending to sleep.

Fanny looked in her temporary room. It was unlike her old room, very unlike. The room was set in a beach scene. Obviously, Kuki had painted the walls. The guest room was comfortable, though, intended, probably. They offered to let her stay, and thankfully, she grabbed the opportunity.

She stared at her suitcase that sat on the edge of the bed. It was so important it scared her. She didn't want to open it…she was afraid of what might come. She hadn't even put her clothes in it; she had to bring an extra backpack with underwear, a bra, and another shirt to change in, with other essentials of course.

A sigh escaped her lips as she put it under the bed. She hadn't even wanted to see it. Her mind then drifted onto other matters… Her eyes were content on the ceiling… One thought only came to mind.

What's wrong with me?

It led to other thoughts like, why can't I get over him? Or why can't I get rid of these thoughts? Why can't I get rid of these memories?

Something sparked. Why did she think that? What memories? In an instant, as if her question had been answered, something flashed before her eyes.

Numbuh 86 stared. She had her hand on the switch. Numbuh 1 would forget her forever. Forever, and ever. And he would have to go back to that darned Lizzie.

She just found out about Lizzie, and suddenly, she felt as if she didn't want to go on any missions or even answer calls. It was like…sadness had filled her. No! She wasn't thinking this. She wasn't keeping her eyes content on Numbuh 1, who stared back. She wasn't going to keep holding onto this and not pulling on the switch. She wasn't going to cry in front of the boy she loved… Loved? No, that's silly. Love was for adults.

Love was for stupid, silly, idiotic adults.

Numbuh 1 hadn't even struggled as she forced him in the chair. He had been calm, and had sadness in her eyes. Numbuh 86 then felt guilt—strong guilt. She felt a tear escape.

'Good thing there isn't any other membuh here, Fanny!' she scolded herself in her mind.

"Are you going to let yourself cry like a baby?" she heard from Numbuh 1.

She looked up with wide eyes. It shimmered in the dim light. He sat intently strapped. His eyes behind his glasses were watery. She sighed. In just one second, everything had been washed.

"Good bye, Nigel," she whispered at him. She could've sworn she saw a smile form.

Fanny blinked back. What? What had just happened? Is it one of those memories? She shook it off.

"Stop it, Fanny!" she screamed into the air.

Not expecting a reply, she heard a squeal. It got her out of her daze and looked at the door alarmingly. She got up on her feet and stared at the door. For a few seconds, she was glued to the lightly tanned carpet (to match the sand on a beach), and then, she raced out the door.

What happened?

She found herself with Kuki and Wally in front of their kids' doorway. Without an explanation, she knew what was going on from just observing the scene. Missing children; window open; clean rooms; it clearly mentioned that their kids were gone—a parent's nightmare.

She let her mouth hang. She didn't know what to say. What was there to say?

Kuki clutched on Wally's chest. She didn't look into the room. Fanny could tell she was crying because of the moaning. Why had it been such a big deal?

Well, they could have been downstairs, or in the bathroom. She stared blankly at the doorway. It was kind of useless, if they wanted their children, they should look around the house.

"Why don't we check the house?" Fanny asked them.

Kuki gasped as Wally just shook his head.

"You've been entrapped in that place for longer than you realize, Fanny," he said. "This town may look exactly like it was in high school, but things have changed greatly since that president took over."

He sighed. "Shall I tell you the story as we wait for our kids?"

Fanny nodded.

"C'mon," he said. "We'll talk in the living room."

She followed him down the familiar stairway (which was like a scene of high mountains). Going through the kitchen, they reached the living room. This room was plain white, quite the opposite that Fanny thought it would be. The married couple plopped on the couch as she sat in a lounger.

A sigh escaped Kuki's lips. Wally rubbed her back. Fanny continued staring at them. The perfect couple, she thought.

"It…started quite complicatedly," Wally sighed. "Well, when that new president took over, he made some rules that were strict to both children and adults. Of course, it seemed unfair, so…I think kids and adults did something to him. I cannot remember. I don't know why but it's just so hazy.

"Well, anyway, afterwards, there was a new president. He tried to mend things, but it didn't turn out as perfectly as he hoped. So he had to add new rules. Among those rules were to have Chips. Not many people know this unless you're really in the government. The Chips were implanted to children's brains, and selected grown-ups.

"The Chips were programmed to let the child or adult follow what the government told them to do. The government said that children had to obey their parents or teachers, so they cannot do much in defense after listening to us. Seems reasonable, right? No.

"The Chips also were programmed to be that whenever a child needed to go to the restroom they had to tell their parents or teachers if they're at school first, eliminating that our kids couldn't have gone to the restroom. They also cannot play anything like tag unless we say so. So that eliminates the thought on that they are playing hide 'n go seek.

"Oh and there's much more other than that… The kids also have to—"

"Hon, I have to go the bathroom," said Kuki, getting up. "I'll be back.

"Okay," Wally said.

She got up and exited the room. Wally sighed lovingly as Fanny looked curiously.

"I love that woman so much, but she's changed so much as well," he sighed. "I can't even tell you how much she's changed. I wish she hadn't."

Fanny stared blankly at her hands.

I just wish this never happened, she thought.

Kuki was washing her hands as the toilet flushed. Something caught her eye in the mirror, letting her eyes widen. Before she thought too much of it, the soft sound of a stun gun shot was the last thing she heard.

The shooter jumped from the ceiling to the ground next to her. A smile formed on their lips.

Hoagie lifted up his goggles and wiped his hazel eyes. No he was imagining it.

But it was so real, he remembered it perfectly. It had to be real. But real people don't just vanish in thin air.

It couldn't be the government; they hadn't even had any technology like that. He was sure of it. Then who could that have been? Had…they been spying on the Beatles? But…with technology like that, why would they be spying on a simple family like the Beatles? It felt weird for Hoagie, almost awkward, as if he were watched himself.

What was wrong with him?

He was clearly imagining it. Yes…imagining it. And he tried to convince him of this the whole way home...

So sorry it took forever, what with my time being spent on school, art, DA, etc. Ack! Sorry! Well, I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Hopefully.

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Ahhelga
AKA Pauline