TIME-TRAVEL

Today or
In time
Many
Erupt

Time
Rocks
Aviators
Very crazily
Even
Loony

By Ahhelga

Author's Note: Oh no! I have lost my notebook, which contains my outlines, reminders, notices, secrets, time-line and instructions to the story! So, it means, that until I find it, lots of things are going to be "off" and not exactly correct. Plus, on accident, I might skip something big. I am so sorry for the long delay! And it might be an even longer delay until I find the notebook!

Disclaimer: I just received pleasant news! I now own KND! Whoo-hoo! Oh…oh, wait… no I don't.

Chapter 10- In the Midst of Things

((Unknown—Unknown))

Kuki's eyes widened. She was scared, no doubt about it. She didn't know what to do. Pacing around the somewhat-comfy room, she thought. But instead, she thought about her surroundings. A springy four-poster bed, huge white closet (that was filled with pressed clothes), a book shelf filled with famous literatures and non-fictions (like biographies and books on scientific discoveries), and a chair that was pure pink occupied the average-sized room. As much as she felt comfortable, she felt out of place. Confused.

She fell onto that pink chair and sighed heavily. She couldn't stop thinking of her family, her friends. Wally should know by now that she was gone…right? It was impossible to not know by now! …What if he didn't? What if he wouldn't know until next morning and then it'd be too late! He'd have no one, since the kids have gone missing too. It's gone too out of hand. She froze in her spot and realized something…

This is what happened to Fanny, also… she thought to herself. She mysteriously disappears, and not until years after, she makes some kind of contact, all because of a 'memory' of us. She said that before that, she didn't know of us…her best friends. Is that what they're going to do to me tomorrow!

She tried to think of the facts. The captor was a man. He tried to make her feel at home so she could feel relaxed and not freak out (which wasn't really helping). She was definitely abducted. He wanted to help her remember or forget something, therefore, he started getting a therapist or doctor or whoever that was to have a session with her. They were going to do something to her the next morning. (She heard him say that as she was escorted out of the other room.) And… This was a pretty nice mansion.

There, those were all that she knew. For someone confused about this whole kidnapping thing, she knew quite a lot, yet so little. Many questions lingered in her head. But she realized, until tonight, they'd be stuck in there, unanswered.

Wally waited in the living room for quite a long while. Impatience grew inside of him, but also, something else did too: fear. Scared that something had happened, he went to the bathroom and knocked. His ear was pressed on the door, and he realized that luckily the light was still on.

"Kuks, do you have diarrhea or something?" he asked half-jokingly through the door. "Kuki?"

After a brief moment, he asked again as he knocked again, "Are you there?"

((Moon Base—November 20th, 10:43 PM))

Angelo sighed and he took out a folded and kind of crumpled paper from his pocket. He flattened it out on the desk. Each operative tried to look on at the paper he flattened. He glanced at each one of them as he did so.

"I stopped by my office before I came here to get this," he said, still straightening it.

All Willy could see of it, and he being closest to Angelo, was scribbled writing and a…diagram? He couldn't tell, it was much too far for him. As much as he knew about what was going on, he knew he didn't know nearly half as much as Angelo knew. Angelo was, of course, the messenger of this predicament. It seemed that he knew about both their past and the future most out of everyone.

Angelo started, holding down the paper, which covered most of it, "What this paper says is what my brother wants you to do. Just to let you know." He brought the paper to his face and started reading,

"To Numbuhs 1 through 5 of Sector V, 2004, and Numbuhs 18 and 28. First of all, I'd like to say 'Congratulations' for making this far and welcome to the future to you Sector V. This not is note not a history lesson for you guys, just some help and warnings that you need to hear.

"Hopefully, you remember the instructions for the Watches I gave you, because that was the last time you'd hear of them, until our next…meeting. Anyway, if you found my brother already, then you must've already met my future Numbuh 105. Either she will become your major enemy or major friend. I have no idea, but it's going to be either of those extremes.

"There is also a possibility that one of us is trapped either with the KND or some other close source. And when I say 'us', I mean my old decommissioned team. It is urgent that you speak to one of us. You are in a dangerous time, and you may not realize that the war is just beginning…and it's all because of you.

"Now it's up to you to save that war. You just need our help. So please, please let my brother take you to one of them at least. And find the rest. There are clues as to where we are, so don't be afraid. You never know when we're right behind you, good luck. Numbuh 70.

"PS, enclosed is a secret map to underground KND Moon base. It will lead to helpful details."

The others looked at Angelo, who held up the diagram on the letter. It was very detailed, so they couldn't see everything quite clearly. He sighed once more.

"I'll show you the letter later on," he said.

Nigel set his hands on the table. "Have you checked you the Underground Moon Base?"

Angelo shook his head as he folded the paper into his pocket. "I can't. The entrance won't let me. There's something about it I don't understand."

Calli cocked her head to the side. "Hm… Perhaps… only these five would know."

Angelo shrugged half heartedly. "Perhaps. But right now, I feel it is time to show you my brother's teammate."

The all stared at him. Willy's eyes bugged out. "So you know where they are?"

"...I know where three of them are," he sighed. "I know that you, Willy, know where two of them are, the ones I already know. Let's go see the closest one, shall we?"

Angelo opened the door to the room's door, Wally, Kuki, Calli, Willy, Hoagie, and Nigel in pursuit. Abby stayed behind. She stared at them as they started to walk away. Once they noticed her missing, they turned to her, for they were not that far. She held tight on the chair.

"I don't feel safe about going right now…" she said.

"Why not?" Angelo asked a tone of worry in his voice.

"I mean…what happens if a membuh catch us?" she asked. "And…my unsafe feeling keeps creeping back to me."

"Don't worry, Abby," said Nigel towards her. "Angelo probably has a plan, right?"

Angelo nodded as he put his hand on Nigel's shoulder. "It's true. Everyone's out right now. There's a party going on down in the Arctic Base. And the reserve that are not partying are in the Chinese Base, because of an attack."

Abby seemed to think for a moment. "Well…okay." She smiled at them, and started to exit the room. It was going to be okay, right?

Hoagie flopped on his bed tiredly. The walk wasn't all that exhausting, but the events of the day were, actually.

Biting his lip, he remembered everything about the day. First, his boss was trying to convince him to go with the company to live in the west coast, but, he wasn't all that sure about it, truthfully. He got a memory surge right before the gang had their usual meeting every other night. During the meeting, he realized, he didn't want to share it. And also during the meeting, a special visitor came along. He smiled at the thought of long-lost Fanny. But most importantly, afterwards…he saw that disappearing man.

He tried to shake the thought, but it kept coming back to him. This time, however, he knew he couldn't shake it off, so he held onto it for a long time. He tried to study the picture in his mind.

Okay, there was the man; he was on the roof of Wally and Kuki's home. The man was blonde and had been smoking. Okay, focus on details, Hoagie told himself to do. Even if the man seemed like a silhouette, it didn't seem as if he was that shadowed. And the shadowed parts were what Hoagie was focusing at the moment. Well…the man looked like he held something in his hands; it was like…a scarf or bandana? Hoagie tried to focus. It seemed like a bandana, so he made sure it stayed that way. Around the lips was a rough terrain of a goatee. Yeah, that was pretty obvious. There was also an interesting outfit he wore, like it didn't belong in their time period. It was like it belonged in the future.

No, that was impossible. It must've really been Hoagie's head, he thought then. But, he was tugging at the thought continuously so that he wouldn't lose it. But it was kind of impossible now; he had the thought implanted into his brain. It was planted in so hardly that he felt a spark from long time ago as he thought of the man.

Hoagie felt excited, almost ecstatic. He wasn't so sure about what, but he knew that it was going to be surely worth the thought. Every time he thought of the man on the roof closely, he thought of another thought. But the other thought quickly faded away. And, unknowing of what it was about, he tugged on the thought.

Finally…it came to him.

A boy, looking scared, was holding onto the ledge of the balcony (was it?) desperately.

"Help!" the boy cried.

Hoagie instantly realized that the boy looked amazingly the same as the man on the roof. The same hair, only neater, minus the goatee, and add a football player's outfit.

Hoagie felt himself get nearer and nearer, until finally he looked down on the blonde boy. The boy looked frightened as he peered up at Hoagie. Hoagie didn't know what to do. Was he going to help the enemy up, or was he going to just simply leave him, or worse, push him off? Was he? By instinct, he held onto the football player's hand and pulled him up. The boy fell all over him. And then Hoagie realized that he was just a child, judging by how heavy the boy felt.

They separated from each other and the blonde started panting. He looked up at him and smiled. Hoagie didn't know what to think. Was he still the enemy? Or did he betray his trust?

His answer came when the blonde shook his hand.

"Don't expect me to be battling you some time," he said as he stood and ran off.

It was then that Hoagie realized it was a memory. He shook at the thought. So…the boy had grown, as did he, and he just saw him once more. He smiled. It was nice to have a memory. The memories hardly came, but lately, it has been coming much more than he imagined. Too bad it all didn't make sense…

In no time, they found themselves in an area that was marked "Restricted". It was pretty obvious, too, because it was on a sign, which was right above the key-accessed door. There was also a list of rules to remind regular operatives where and not to go.

Angelo took out his key card from his pocket and then an access pad came out from the wall. Typing the number extra quickly, so the others wouldn't see, the access pad went back inside the wall as the doors opened. He motioned for the others to follow him, and they did so. He led them through a hallway of doors with access pads at each of them. He didn't stop at any of the first doors.

Going through the seemingly endless hall, they awed as by each step, there were pictures in honor of past operative leaders. They didn't recognize the earlier ones, but then they quickly recognized the upcoming plaques. Passing, they saw pictures of familiar faces like young ex-274, and young ex-11, and also ex-Numbuh 362. But they slowed down at the face of Abby.

Before they had time to read it, however, Angelo was pressuring to rush them. Abby grew curious about the picture on the wall of her. What could she have done that got her the respect to go up there? She shook it off, when Angelo had finally stopped. There was more of the hall to explore—meaning more honors, but he stopped at what seemed to be a random door. He entered the access code once more and then waited for the door to open.

When it did, they all saw that it was an elevator. When they all got in, the camera inspected all of them. Worried, they turned to Angelo, who simply shrugged it off.

"The cameras aren't real," he said. "We don't have the time to monitor all cameras."

They sighed out of relief. The elevator seemed to go up automatically, and soon enough, the doors opened. Once they got out, they found themselves in what seemed like a lab, with two jail-cells at the back. At the side of the room, there was a capsule, big enough for a small adult, and sure enough…there seemed to be a teenager in it. The teenager was a boy wearing a tunic, with tubes that was inserted into his mouth and nose…. But what was weird was that there were tubes inserted in various areas of his body. It was like he was in a deep sleep underwater.

Calli and Willy stared, amazed by him. The others weren't as because they were paying attention to the other surroundings. There were work tables filled with folders and unfinished 2x4 technology, along with countless unidentifiable things. Also, there were desks with papers piling up and cups with probably old hot chocolate. Candy wrappers, cookie bags, broken pencils, and spilled ink were also over all the tables. On one of the desks, sat a computer that had stickers on it and stains…? There was just so much stuff, they couldn't tell. But what were also interesting were the cells in the back.

The cells didn't have the tall bars as the door like any other would; it was a solid steel door, with a head-sized window with bars so you could peer inside. Hoagie stopped himself to just look inside. He wanted to know so badly. Was there someone in there? Were they alone? Were they psychotic?

Angelo spoke up, "This is the room that probably has all the answers you need. But we didn't come up here for the history; we came up here to talk…"

They all stood still, remaining silent. It was expected; what were they supposed to say? Angelo walked up to one of the cells and banged on it. The banging on the door echoed the room, but they were pretty certain that no one could hear them.

Unexpectedly, a voice arose from the other side of the door: "What? Is it feeding time, yet?"

Kuki grabbed onto Wally (who blushed), and started shaking. Hoagie was so intrigued that he started to walk up to Angelo, who was right by the door. Willy and Calli just stared. Abby went into her own mind, thinking. Nigel didn't know what to do.

"Guys, I bring you ex-Numbuh 281, Brian," he said.

The voice spoke up again, "Hey! I told you never to call me that again! Brian is such a harsh name. I'd rather be Numbuh 281 in here than a decommissioned Brian."

"Ahem…I bring you Numbuh 281," Angelo repeated.

The others stared, that was all they could do right now.

Charlie stood up from his bed. His dad and Abby were certainly asleep by now. They weren't the type to sleep that late, unless needed extremely. He had been thinking all night about their conversation. What did they mean by his friends being bad? His school friends weren't all that bad; in fact, some would say they were the perfect nerds. Hm…what other friends did he have?

He had none, he tried to recall. Something was off. It was a tough subject to think about, he always thought. He couldn't remember much before his birthday. Sure, he remembered school and stuff, but he kind of found it hard to believe that he had no recognition of any extra activities, extracurricular activities? No. Since he was so active now, he'd have thought that before, he'd know about things like that.

Standing up, he sat on his window sill, thinking hard. His mind focused on the tree right next to him. But something amazing happened. In an instant, what blocked him from staring at the tree was a man that suddenly appeared. Charlie almost fell off at seeing the blonde man. The man looked at him and then stared, scared.

"Wh—Who are you!" Charlie exclaimed, shaking from fear.

The man stared at him, and then he smiled. "Hi little dude… Sorry I gave you such a scare."

"How'd you do that!" Charlie yelled at him. "What are you doing here? Who are you?"

Not even two seconds here, and he was bombarding the man with questions. The guy didn't say anything at first, as if he was thinking about what to say.

"I came here to get you," he said.

"What?" Charlie stepped back. "Kidnapper!"

The man now looked scared as he looked from left to right. "Don't say that! I'm not here to kidnap you! I'm actually giving you a choice!"

The boy stood still, trembling slightly. "A…A choice? What do you mean?"

The man nodded, "Yes, a choice. I'm asking if you'd like to accompany me on my journey…"

Journey…? That didn't sound safe. This…wasn't right. He didn't know the man! He was probably going to abduct him! But a journey seemed so…interesting at the moment. Charlie arched his eye brows.

"A journey…regarding what?" he asked him.

The man smiled as he leaned in on the window, setting his hands there. "Let me tell you a story about the Kids Next Door."

(END CHAPTER)

Author's Note: Okay, there we go. It's been a while from my last update, huh? Sorry the story seemed rushed, because it was. It wasn't all that great, was it? Nah… I didn't even have the sense of suspense in this one! Oh well…at least I got it done. Hope you liked it. Please review, regardless of liking it or not. Flames accepted.

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Ahhelga
AKA Pauline