A/N: Wow I wasn't expecting so many reviews so fast. To reply to them:

Sultan Peppershaker: I hope this chapter gets rid of some of that confusion. Yes them meeting probably creates an endless number of time paradoxes but…I can't make everything fit perfectly. :)

Zeusfluff: Thanks you so much for the compliment and I'm so glad you enjoy it. :)

Hermione781: Yeah I noticed that too. As much I love Pheely I'm also rather fascinated by the whole time travel thing and where it could lead. I have an endless number of story ideas around that. But one story at a time. :)

koolishcutie112092: I'm glad you like it and here is the update. :)

Okay folks bear with me this first part is a bit hard to follow.

The two figures stood looking at each other closely for a minute till finally the younger Phil said, "Alright Pim what are you trying to pull? I can tell it's you using the Wizard to change your body. What do you want?"

Ignoring the boy, older Phil burst past him into the room. He automatically scanned the area making sure there were no listening devices or video cameras. He closed the windows and set up a few devices that the younger Phil didn't recognize. Young Phil looked on amused then curiously when he saw the devices. "Are you playing spy again Pim? Hey, what are those things? I've never seen them before." Young Phil started reaching out to pick it up but Old Phil's reflexes were faster as he shot out and gripped the other's wrist firmly.

"They filter out noise. No one will be able to hear us. They weren't invented yet when you left." Old Phil let go of the other boy's hand and turned back to what he was doing. Young Phil looked on with a worried and confused expression.

"You're not Pim are you."

Old Phil took a couple seconds more pushing buttons that would activate the filters. Then he reached over and closed the still open door. Finally, he sat down on the bed and regarded his younger self, wondering how much he could and should tell himself. At last he said, "No I'm not Pim."

Young Phil took a step back and examined the man's features more closely. At last he recognized his own hair on this man's head even if it was extremely dirty. He recognized his own brown eyes even though they were filled with sadness as if they had seen years of sorrow. This man and him were one and the same. "You're me aren't you? An older me, from the future. That must mean I go back to the future. That Dad fixes the time machine. That I leave everything…and everyone behind." The boy who had been getting worked up let his excitement drop as the full realization dawned on him. He left Keely behind.

Old Phil calmly observed this display of emotions and outbursts till it had passed. Then he grasped the boy's shoulder firmly and forced him to sit in the chair opposite him. "I think you should let me tell you the whole story from the beginning."

Young Phil nodded numbly but suddenly looked up as something occurred to him. "I think it will be easier on both of us or at least my brain if I could think of you as something other than "Older Me."

Old Phil considered this then replied, "I have used many names over the years but one that I have grown rather fond of is Victor. Now be quiet and listen."

Phil sat back and prepared for what seemed would be a long story. Victor continued. "About a month from today, Dad fixed the time machine. This raised all sorts of question of whether we should go back or not. I had realized by that time that I liked Keely even if I hadn't told her yet."

Phil interrupted, "What do you mean like? Of course I, I mean, you, I mean…" Phil tried again, "She's our best friend of course we'd like her."

"I mean I really liked her. As in more then friends."

"I don't like her in that way. We're just friends! Nothing more. Friend boy. We…"

Victor cut him off harshly, "Don't lie to me. I'm you. I know how I felt and how you feel. I know that you've considered it a possibility. The way she makes you feel when you're around her." Victor stared at a picture of Phil and Keely on the nearby desk lost in memories. Finally he forced himself to come back to reality. "Now be quiet and don't interrupt. I figured I had the perfect solution. I would borrow a newer time machine from a friend, a real friend not like Andy. I would be able to visit her every day. I would be able to live in both centuries at once. It was a win-win situation. It couldn't fail. I should have known after being on this vacation that time is never that simple. I left Keely slightly teary-eyed but I had promised her I would be back. When I arrived in the future though things were not the same. My family arrived in front of the rental place where we had left originally only a year later so as not to make things harder on us by being older than all our friends. The place was different though. It was only a waterslide dealer now, no more time machines. The moment we stepped outside of the RV we were arrested by something called "The Kelow Police". We were thrown into a dungeon in separate cities. Sitting in the cell day by day was one of the loneliest times of my life. I had lots of time to think and I slowly pieced together what had happened. The future must have been changed somehow. I spent days going over our time in the past trying to see where we could have slipped up. I saw some parts where we could have altered it slightly but nothing this drastic. It wasn't until three months after I first arrived that I found out who was behind it all." (A/N: I could leave you hanging here but I'm too nice)

"They took me out of the cell and walked me down a long hallway. I soon found myself pushed to a kneeling position in front of an empty platform. A guard called out "All hail the Empress." I heard the sound of a motor flying overhead but I wasn't able to look up as a pair of strong hands was holding down my head. The sound of the motor stopped and a female voice resonated around the room, "Let him up Alfred. Let me see his face."

"The pressure keeping my head down left and I looked up at the face that had imprisoned my family and me. It was an old face with wrinkles everywhere. She looked to be over one hundred. The motor had been a flying wheelchair that she sat on, on the platform. Her hair was grey and she had eyes that were strangely familiar. I just couldn't put my finger on it. She stared down at me with what looked like hatred in her eyes. "So, Phil Diffy," her voice called out. For someone so old she looked to be in pretty good condition, "We meet again. How does is feel to be the one who doesn't know what is going on? Who is waiting month after month? Do you like it?"

"I don't know who you are or why you hate my family and me. What did we ever do to deserve your hate?" I replied. She looked at me till finally she burst out laughing, "You really don't know who I am. I should have known when you didn't come that you had forgotten me."

"I looked at her and it suddenly came to me what happened. Oh how time could be cruel! The old woman in front of me who hated me so was none other then Keely! I realized she must have liked me more then I ever realized. Sure I had liked her but I couldn't really believe that she shared my feelings. She must have held so much on that promise I made her. Waited year after year for me to come till finally she cracked. She set out to take over the world under one empire where she ruled and controlled everything. Probably one of the first rules she had made was no time travelling, which was why we were arrested. Time travel had taken so much from her life. Some of this she told me other parts I figured out on my own. But when I returned to my cell that day I finally had a purpose." Victor was crying now as the memories flooded back.

Phil stared at Victor as if he were loony. "I don't believe this. I could never imagine Keely this way. Besides you said you were going to visit her! Why didn't you!

Victor looked at Phil and exclaimed, "Are you really that slow that you don't see the problem?" Phil looked back with a hurt expression. Victor tried to calm down, reminding himself that Phil was only fifteen years old. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have yelled. This has probably been such a shock to you. It's just that you know so little. I was going to visit her, never considered anything else. It's just that when we got to the future all of Keely's life had already happened and the future had been changed. I hadn't gone back to the past yet because I had just arrived but Keely had been waiting for over a hundred years for me to visit. It's one of those circle paradox loop type things. When I came back to my cell I knew the only thing that could change this was if I went back and made sure the time machine was never fixed. Then we would never leave and I could be happy and Keely could be happy and the future world wouldn't be this dictatorship. Sure, my parents and sister wouldn't be happy to stay at first but they'd adjust. So I escaped and joined a rebel group fighting back against Keely. In that time I collected pieces of various machines trying to build my own time machine so I could go back. I tried many times but none of them worked. It wasn't until a week ago while I was out scouting the forest that I found something that gave me hope. It was the old RV. Sure, it couldn't go back in time yet and it was a fixer-upper but I had the necessary parts. I worked on it till it was at the minimum necessary for traveling. I went back and now I'm here."

Victor waited as Phil registered all that he had been told. He couldn't believe it. Not Keely! Suddenly, there was the sound of a door opening and a woman's voice calling up, "Phil we're home."

A/N: And that ends a very long chapter. You know where the review button is. It encourages to me to write more so if you want to find out how the story turns out...