Chapter 4

Adie, no! Past Roger ran off.

Without thinking, I ran to Adie's side and was relived that she was still alive, but her breathing was faint. She looked at me.

"Y-you're that guy from that article. You're my biological dad?" She wanted to know. I smiled and nodded. She was confused. "But I was told that you were dead." I shook my head.

"You were lied to."

"And mom? Is she alive?" I wanted to say that she was, but I honestly didn't know.

"I hope so." I just said.

"I'm sorry about this, Dad. You know what today is? Today I turn 16." I shook my head.

"No honey; your birthday is March 15th."

"I was lied about that too?"

"I'm afraid so, dear."

"So, that means I had a golden birthday last March 15th?" I nodded. She smiled.

"I'm kind of glad then that I don't have to feel like this on my real birthday."

"I'm glad too, honey." I kissed her on the forehead. "Ich liebe dich." She was confused.

"What does 'ich liebe dich' mean?"

"Oh, you poor girl. You don't know any German?" She shook her head. "It means, 'I love you.'" She smiled and offered me her hand and I proudly took it.

"In that case, ich liebe dich too, Dad. I'm glad that I got to finally see you. Tell Mom I love her too." Her hand then went limp.

"Adie?" I asked. Silence "Adie? Adie!" I then burst out crying over my now dead daughter. Oh, Adie, why did you have to do this; why and over what? Because someone told her to online? I said I hated Dana's guts, but now I utterly despise her every being! I hope she dies young too, and when she does, I'll spit on her grave. Why do our kids do this to us? Don't they know if they ever have a problem, they can always talk to their parents about it? They say it's a mother's worst nightmare to lose a child, but it's the father's too, it's both of the parents!

"Who are you?" I heard past Roger ask me who must've came back. I looked at him and was about to answer when Stan and Francine came in. They both gasped.

"ADIE!" Francine screamed. "We're too late. I stood up and took some steps back. Steve stepped into the room.

"Mom?" He questioned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes through his glasses. "I heard a loud noise. Is everything all right?" He then saw Adie's body on the floor. His eyes widened in fright. "Oh no!" He looked at his mother. "Adie's not dead is she?" Francine nodded, trying to fight her tears.

"Yes, dear." She answered. "I'm afraid it's true. Your sister's dead." Tears came to Steve's eyes and he ran into his mom, crying, Francine consoled her crying son.

"I told her that I wished she was dead." He sobbed. "But I didn't mean it. It's my fault she's dead; it's all my fault!"

"Oh, Steve. If it's anyone's fault, it's your father's." Stan was confused.

"My fault?!" He wanted to know. "Roger said the gun went off by accident and she wanted to kill herself." Francine looked madly at him.

"I know, but you and the CIA kidnapped her and held her hostage, forcing her to not know her parents, and you lied to her telling her that they were dead."

"But Francine, it was my jo…"

"And it was wrong! I can't believe I let you do this. I should've tried to reunite Adie with her parents in Germany when you refused to when you took her home."

"Francine; I'm sorry! You're right; I should never have taken her home. I should've confronted Bullock about it. But it's all in the past now Adie's dead, and there's nothing we can do about it now."

"I want a divorce, Stan." We were all shocked at this news.

"What?"

"Please, don't divorce Dad, Mom." Steve pleaded. Francine consoled him some more. Francine continued to talk to her husband.

"If you think what you boss told you is more important then doing what's right, then this relationship can't work."

"But Francine…" Stan started.

"I'M SORRY, BUT I JUST CAN'T TALK TO YOU!" And with that, she let go of Steve, and ran out of the room. Steve just looked at his dad, question all over his face.

"FRANCINE; I CAN CHANGE, FRANCINE!" Stan sighed in defeat. I felt sorry for him and was ashamed of myself. I had ruined Stan and Francine's marriage. Stan then looked at me. "What are you doing here?!"

"I'm from the future, Stan." I told him. "I'm Adie's father."

"Lies! Well, you do look like the German father that we kidnapped Adie from. How do you know my name?""

"I told you; I'm from the future. I know everybody in your family."

"Do you know me?" Past Roger asked.

"Ja." I told him. "You're Roger and you were Steve's 10th birthday present from Stan. He saved you from being dissected by the CIA."

"Wow!" Said an impressed past Roger. He turned to Stan. "Stan, I think he's telling the truth. He is from the future!" He looked back at me. "How am I in the future? Do I do anything cool?"

"No!!" Stan barked. "You can't be from the future; that's impossible! Time travel is only on TV, it' not real."

"No, really!" I protested. "Und I can prove it; I know about Haley." Stan gasped.

"Oh yeah? If you are from the future, then why didn't you save her?"

"I tried."

"That doesn't bring her back. Don't you know how awful Francine and I were when we found out the news?"

"No, but I can imagine. It's awful when you lose a child. I know how that feels like." Stan hung his head, frowning.

"Yes, it is." He agreed.

"Hey, Dad?" Steve spoke up, looking at Stan's coat on my body.

"Yeah, son?" Stan asked. He wanted to know.

"Isn't that your coat?" Stan then noticed what I was wearing.

"You're right, son." He then grabbed his gun by Adie and pointed it at me. I gulped, surprised. A chill went up my spine and I held my hands

"What are you doing?" I wanted to know.

"You're a trespasser. And if you don't get out of here; I'm going to kill you. Plus, the CIA is mad that East Germans didn't give up the Olympics, and you let Hayley die instead of saving her. That's like murder, and when you murder here, you get the death sentence."

"But I told you; I tried saving her!"

"Doesn't matter; she still died. So, you don't deserve to live."

"Wait! Are you sure you want to kill me?" I looked at Steve, then back at Stan. "In front of your son?"

"Steve's old enough. He needs to learn how to be a man." I backed up.

"Auf Wiedenshen!" I said and broke out running. Stan ran after me. "Roger; Roger!"

"What?" Past Roger asked me, running by my side. "You don't have to shout. I'm right here."

"Not you!" I told him. "Future Roger!"

"Oh, well maybe next time, you can be more specific!" I just ran and ran, calling Roger.

I ran outside and stopped dead in my tracks. Where was the car? I looked all around. Where was Roger? I then saw Stan, wearing a different coat, the gun pointing at me. Steve and past Roger both wearing coats were next to him. Oh present Roger, where are you? Francine then ran out with her own coat.

"Don't kill that stranger, Stan." She told him.

"Mom," Steve stated to say with excitement. "That guy is from the future and he knows us!"

"Sorry babe." Stan told her. "But you're divorcing me. You don't own me anymore. This stranger's on our property, refusing to leave, he let Hayley die in that fire instead of saving her, and he has my coat; I have to kill him."

"I am leaving." I said to him. "Just wait until my ride gets here, then I'll give your coat back. I swear."

"And when will that be?" He asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know." I replied. "Soon, I hope."

"Well, if 'soon' doesn't happen by the time I reach zero, I kill you. 10, 9, 8…" I prayed. Oh Roger, wherever you are, please get here! "5, 4, 3…" I was about to run again when there was a mighty wind. Stan dropped the gun.

"DAD!" Steve hollered over the wind. "WHERE DID THIS WIND COME FROM?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Stan yelled back.

"AND WHERE DID THAT PORTAL COME FROM?"

"HUH?" We looked and saw the portal. The DeLorean leaped out and landed on the ground. Steve's eyes lit up.

"Cool!" He marveled. "A DeLorean!"

"What's gong on?" Stan wondered out loud.

The door of the car opened and Roger stepped out, followed by…Stan? What was he doing here?! I gulped. Stan glared at me.

"Klaus!" He began, not sounding at all happy. "Come; we're going to change you back. I'll talk to you when we get back to the CIA." I narrowed my eyes at Past Roger. He told! I knew I shouldn't have trusted him! I went over to him.

"Roger!" I barked at him. "Where did you go? And why did you tell Stan? We had a deal!" The alien looked down at me.

"Well," He began. "I went back to the present and Stan saw me. He threatened to kill me if I refused to tell where you were, so I did. Well hey, I told you I was horrible at keeping secrets. Oh yeah, and before that I went to see my team win the hockey game at the 1980 Olympics."

"Hey, I remember that!" Said past Roger, coming over to his future self. "That was fun!"

"You were on the 1980 winter hockey team, Roger?" Past Stan asked Past Roger. Past Roger nodded.

"I will tell you that in the future, Stan." Past Roger told him. He then looked at his future self. "Right?" Present Roger nodded.

"Right." He agreed. "Which reminds me." He whispered to his past self. His past self nodded.

"Duly noted." He said.

"What?" Past Stan asked. "What did your future self tell you, Roger?"

"Nothin'!" Past Roger lied to him.

"You'll learn in the future." Present Stan told him. "And boy, you wouldn't like it one bit!"

"Then I don't know if I want to find out." Past Stan said.

"You will." He then looked around. "Where's Hayley? I haven't seen her younger self in a long time." Past Stan frowned.

"I'm afraid she passed away in a house fire in 1986." Present Stan looked at him like he was nuts.

"What? No she didn't, Klaus…oh!" He then looked at me madly and I gave him a lame grin. He looked back at his past self. "That explains why she mysteriously disappeared in thin air." He then changed the subject. "As much as I want to stay and chat with you; I have business to take care of in my time of 2014."

"Okay," Past Stan said. "Well, it was very nice meeting yo…err, me."

"It was nice meeting me, too." Both Stans shook hands, so did the two Rogers.

"I'll see you in the future, champ." Present Roger told his past self.

"Oh, rigghhhhhhttttt!" Past Roger said and gave him thumbs up with a tongue click.

"Stay cool and be a bad-butt alien."

"You too!" Present Roger blushed, waving.

"Oh you! You know me so well." He then went into the car. Present Stan and I did too. We were about to leave when we saw Francine out our window. Stan pulled down the window and looked at her.

"Do or did we finally have a woman president?" She wanted to know.

"No." Stan answered. "There was one running, but she didn't get in. There was going to be a lady vice president as well. We do have a African American president now and he's on his second term." Steve then spoke up.

"You said you lived in the year 2014. That's a year before Back to the Future Part II took place in. So, how are we doing on technology? Do we have hover boards and flying cars? How about Video Phones? Auto-adjusting and auto-drying jackets? Automatic dog-walkers? How about Video Glasses? Are there rejuvenation clinics where you could live an extra 30 or 40 years?" Stan smiled.

"Aw, Steve. Always curious and you still are. We might have some of those things from the movie. But some things might take a longer time before we have them. Keep dreaming. Who knows! Maybe it'll be you who'll invent those things." Steve beamed.

"Really?" Stan shrugged.

"Whatever you do, you're my son and I hope you do America proud." Steve saluted.

"Will do, future Dad!" Present Stan then called to his past wife.

"You married a great guy! Keep him; don't let anything come between you two." Francine blushed and she looked at past Stan.

"Oh, and Stan?" Past Stan came to the window.

"Yeah?" He asked. Present Stan took his coat off of me and handed it back to his past self.

"I believe this is yours, I mean, mine." Past Stan took it.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Present Stan then closed the window and punched in some buttons. And with that, we were off.

Stan didn't talk to me until we got back to the CIA. I smiled at him.

"I know you're mad at me, but hey, you met your past family. You don't get to see your past selves everyday. How cool was that, talking to your past self?" Stan wasn't impressed. I frowned.

"Klaus," Stan started. "I'm very disappointed in you. Messing with time like that. What were you thinking?"

"Of turning human again und reuniting with my family?"

"You know that won't happen in a million years!"

"How do you know? I'll go in the future just to see. I just want to see if I do and then come right back; I promise."

"No!"

"Please, I have to know! Maybe in the future, like say the year 2045, I'll tell my grandson of your guys' crazy adventures." Stan thought about this.

"No!"

"But…but…"

"No buts. The answer's no and that's final! Now, we'll discuss this later when we get home. Now stay here, Roger and I have to go back to the year 1986 to prevent all you've done from happening." I gave him a questioning look.

"You're leaving me alone?"

"No." I heard a familiar voice and turned around. It was Bullock. "Agent Smith is leaving me in charge of you until they get back." He looked at Stan. "Don't worry Smith; I'll make sure he doesn't do anything funny."

"Thanks, sir." Stan thanked him and he and Roger were off.

A few minutes later, I felt something. I looked down at myself and looked at my reflection in my water-filled hamster ball and frowned. I was a goldfish again. I knew this plan would backfire. When can I permanently be human and be happy again? Dummkoph! Why didn't I just take Adie when I had the chances? Why? The clothes, underwear, socks, and pants that Roger lent me were now all ripped and on the floor. My shoes were on the floor too, completely destroyed.

Back at home; when all of the Smiths were asleep, I decided to sneak back to the CIA. I can't go on with my life knowing that I was going to be a fish for the remainder of my life. I know Stan said I was, but I just can't accept that. I had to see it for myself. I was in one of Steve's remote-controlled cars. I had the remote in my fin. I also had one of Francine's dental floss beside me.

When I was at the door, I took the dental floss and lassoed it above my head. I threw it at the doorknob. It wrapped around it. Perfect! I then pulled and pulled, driving back in the car a little ways. I pulled and pulled until nothing happed. I looked at the lock. Darn it; it was locked! I looked around. How was I going to escape? I could smash the window, but that might wake up Stan and the whole family, and Stan will get me before I have the chance to get very far. I was doomed.

"Going somewhere, fish?" I heard Roger ask. I turned behind me and there he was.

"Roger!" I said. "I thought you were asleep."

"I was, but Stan told me you'd try to sneak back out to the CIA when the family was asleep. He woke me up to tell you it's no use trying. Stan received a call saying that Duper destroyed the time machine."

"What?"

"Yeah; Stan said that when he returned from sending that 70's lady back into her time period, he was driving too fast and he crushed the car into the wall, destroying it to bits." I crossed my fins across my chest.

"I don't believe you." I said.

"Well, you have to because it's true."

"Then why don't we go to the CIA just to see if you're telling the truth."

"I'm only telling you what Stan told me." He then sighed. "Stan said you'd be like this, so he said that we can take his SUV. It'll be faster and safer then what you were planning on taking. " Roger picked me up, and we went to the door.

"It's locked." I told him. "I tried."

"Did you try with the key?" Roger asked, producing a key.

"No, because I didn't have the key!"

"I do!" He put the key in and opened the door. "Presto! Just like magic. That's how you open a door." I rolled my eyes.

"I know that, dummkoph!" He took me to the SUV, but not before putting on his winter gear.

"And here we are!" Roger said to me in the CIA when we were in front of the totaled DeLorean. Some CIA agents were working on it. "There; satisfied?"

"Ja." I replied.

"Can we go home now?"

"Ja." I'll just have to come back when it's fixed. He took me back to the SUV.

We were about to go when we saw Bullock out the window. Roger pulled it down so he could talk.

"Oh and Klaus," He started. "Don't think of coming back because we'll have a sharp eye out. There will also be security cameras and guard dogs so you will be caught and you will be sent home." He tapped on the car. "Okay, you can go now."

"Thanks Avery." Roger thanked him. He then backed up and we drove back to the Smith residence.

I was thinking of how I was going to do this, when Roger spoke up.

"Cheer up. It could be worse. You could've just been killed instead of being in that fish body."

"Ja." I agreed. I was happy about that, and since Stan changed what I have done, Hayley was safe and sound and Adie and her mom hopefully were too. "But, I'm sick and tired of being a fish, you know? You would be to if you were in my shoes."

"Yeah, well I'm not you." I sighed and looked out the window.

As I watched the world go by, I smiled to myself. Although I hated being a fish, I'm kind of glad. It's better then Adie or Caroline having to suffer. And what would've happened to Caroline if they took her instead? Would she have taken her life like Adie did? Thinking of how worse it could be, it makes my rotten life as a goldfish a little less rotten.