Author's Note: So, it's been a long time. I got busy with work, and eventually I completely lost interest in this story. But I was bored tonight and decided to return to it. I can't promise I'll continue it (sorry, about the cliffhanger!). But if support is overwhelming, I'll do my best to either continue adding chapters on a semi-regular basis, or at least try to wrap things up as neatly and concisely as possible. Positive (praise or constructive criticism) reviews (more than one sentence please!) will increase the chances of me continuing this story.

Chapter 6 – Betrayal

Keely Teslow wore a grin across her face. All day she beamed; nothing could change her mood. She even managed to patch things up with Via. The two stood next to each other in the school cafeteria line.

"What are you so happy about?", Via asked. Via and Keely hadn't spoken for weeks. But Keely's outward happiness annoyed Via so much that couldn't resist commenting on it.

"Phil's coming to visit… this afternoon!" Keely said this as if she had forgotten about the fight, as if she had forgotten what Via had said about Phil. Via was wrong. Phil hadn't forgotten about her. And Via knew this; her expression said it all. So the two seamlessly picked up where they had left off, as if nothing had happened. No apologies necessary.

"Oh, I'm so happy for you Keely. We have to get the old group together, us three and Owen. Maybe for a movie tomorrow night?"

"Sounds good. Whatever it is, you let me know. I gotta run, I have a "doctor's appointment" in 20 minutes".

In reality, Phil was supposed to arrive in this century in around 20 minutes, and Keely couldn't bear to wait until the end of the school day to see him.

Keely quickly finished her lunch, and then raced home, passing by the Diffy's old home like she did every day. Only on this day, an old rundown trailer was parked out in front. That's what it looked like, at least. It was actually a time machine, disguised as a 21st century vehicle. Phil had arrived.

Phil stepped out of the time machine and ran towards Keely. The two hugged, and then embraced in a passionate kiss. For both of them, the difficult past few weeks instantly disappeared, and everything was right again.

"So, I'm only here for a week, so I made big plans. Tonight we're gonna fly the skyak…" Phil started, but Keely interrupted.

"Tonight, let's just stay in. My mom's away on business, we'll have the whole place to ourselves. We have a lot of catching up to do."

Phil reluctantly agreed. He wanted to show Keely the time of her life, over the course of a week. Instead, Keely suggested a home cooked 21st century meal, and a movie. And catching up. Despite the minor disappointment, just being with her was plenty good enough.

Phil wouldn't have been as disappointed if he had known that by "catching up", Keely actually meant "making out". Since their reunion, Keely had been flirting with Phil constantly in a way he had never known Keely to do. Over the course of their friendship, Keely never had a steady boyfriend, and the two had only been going out for a day before Phil was forced to return to the future with his family, so Phil never saw firsthand how she acted around boys she liked. And while the two had their awkward moments over the years, outright flirting was kept to a minimal, as each had confined themselves to the "friend zone"; too terrified to make a move and jeopardize a perfect friendship. Looking back, it was now clear to Phil that Keely was waiting for him, and he for her.

So now Phil was getting to know a side of Keely he never knew. Touching. Double entendres. Innuendo. A lot of touching. When Keely suggested "Wedding Crashers" for a movie, Phil looked forward to a good laugh. But naïve Phil Diffy had no idea that when Keely suggested the two watch a movie, she really meant that they'd "watch a movie." He couldn't have, because he was just getting to know this side of Keely Teslow. And he liked it so far.

The movie had ended, the credits had finished, the VCR had stopped itself, and now the local news was playing in the background. Neither Phil nor Keely noticed. They were both too consumed in each other to notice anything else. Phil was lying on the couch with Keely on top, the two lip-locked. Both were shirtless, and now Keely was playing with Phil's belt buckle. Keely had decided that she loved Phil and that she would let passion be her guide this week. It didn't offer any advice on what to do next, however, and Keely hesitated. She didn't know how far she wanted to go with Phil this night.

Making out is fun enough. Maybe we should just take it slow? But I've loved Phil for two years and we've been separated for so long. There's no reason to hold anything back.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Keely wouldn't have to make this important decision just yet. Keely put her shirt back on and got up to go see who was there. Phil got up to go to the bathroom. Keely got to the door and saw that it was Matt. He looked pale and disheveled.

"Matt, are you okay?", Keely asked, but the concern was not genuine. Her thoughts were clearly elsewhere.

"Yeah, just having a rough night, I was hoping we could hang out…"

"One second. Phil! Where'd you go? There's someone you have to meet!", Keely shouted.

"Keely, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what, Matt?"

"This." Suddenly, Matt pulled out a sharp needle and thrust it into Keely's neck. Keely slouched, and Matt caught her as she slipped into unconsciousness, and laid her down on the floor. Then he pulled out a gun. "Where are you, Diffy!", Matt screamed.

In the background, the local news continued to play on the TV. "In other news, local authorities have identified the body found in Pickford Lake to be Matthew McNamara, a local Pickford High student. Matthew was just 16…"