Hello! Sorry I'm sort of late this week. I was planning on updating this story yesterday, but I ended up spending the day with my gramps and then went straight to my bud's house. ANYWAYS! Whose excited for episode 4 tonight? I've been excited since Tuesday when I finally got to watch episode three! Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to PrimevalChick who wrote me something in her review I have never seen before. All I'm going to say is, glad you approve of the new Lester, Thea, and the thanks made me feel that people actually like reading my stuff. THANKS SO MUCH!

"Okay, so we'll ask it nicely, then we'll grill it!"~ Danny Quinn 3.5

It had been a quiet day so far at the ARC, which surprised everyone in a pleasant way. The new team was grateful for this, since it had been about six weeks since they had a down day. They soon figured out that their job wasn't just about chasing dinosaurs and saving the world. After their first mission, they learned that that their lives were in major danger. Alex sprained his wrist and Captain Fowler saved Emma's life (much to Alex's annoyance.) Stevie got into a match of wrestling with an ornitholestes, which Fowler almost killed (he soon learned that was against the rules.), and Patrick almost got fired.

Over the six week period, though, the team got better. The last two missions, Emma was able to set up the ASD and seal the anomaly before anything came through it. That never meant, though, that they got to go back to the ARC so quickly. The press still had to be told off, and they would not go away. Nicole needed some help at times.

A free-be day was just what the team needed, so they decided to spend it wisely. Stevie, Alex, Emma, and Patrick were all in the staff room. Emma was drawing in the book Connor had given her before he left, Alex and Patrick were playing a game of cards and Stevie was reading a book of Egyptian Archeology.

"I don't know how you read those, Stevie," said Emma, eyes not leaving her work. "I, myself, would prefer something along the lines of fiction. History and non-fiction's never been my favorite."

"It's a good book!" Stevie argued.

"Sure it is," said Patrick. "It's sad to see a fifteen year old be so into a book that a NORMAL person six years older than her would fall asleep reading two sentences in."

Stevie ignored the comment and continued reading. The men continued their card game, but it didn't last long, for Patrick revealed that he had Alex beat. With a sigh, Alex set his cards down and leaned back into the chair he was sitting in. Patrick scooped up all the cards, shuffled them quickly, and dealt them out again.

"You know we should be doing all that paperwork Lester assigned yesterday," said Alex while looking at his new hand.

Emma sighed.

"Do we have to?"

"Don't start it," said Patrick, putting down a seven. "Just keep procrastinating until Nicole starts to freak out. Then, she'll do it for you."

"And you know this how?" asked Alex, placing a five on top of Patrick's seven.

"I've been doing it this whole time. The one thing she didn't inherit from dad was "love of paperwork" and "getting things done." She's just like mum when it comes to that."

"And you decided not to tell us because…"

Patrick opened his mouth, about to say something, then closed it again. The silence stretched for a few minutes until Stevie broke it.

"Wonder when they'll be back," she wondered aloud, putting her book down.

"That's a good question," said Alex. "And I guess we'll never know the answer."

Stevie sighed and lay back in the chair.

"It's not the same living without them."

"Well at least you have your brother," said Emma, still not taking her eyes off her drawing. "It's quite lonely living by yourself."

Emma stopped moving her pencil and look up. She could feel her eyes tearing up. She hated living by herself. Sure, she had her pet's company, but it wasn't the same. Alex could tell she was upset and walked up behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders. She calmed down a bit at the contact.

"You know you can stay with us," he whispered in her ear.

Stevie immediately lit up when she heard this, even though she wasn't supposed to hear it.

"Please Em, PLEASE stay with us!"

Emma laughed.

"I'll think about it."

Stevie hugged Emma and thanked her continuously. Patrick sighed and placed his cards face down on the table.

"Is it just me, or does pen-pusher look likes he needs a laugh or two?" he asked as innocently as possible.

Everybody sighed. Despite of their busy schedule, Patrick had still managed to get on Lester's bad side for juvenile pranks, reckless behavior, and barely getting out of life-threatening situations. Two of those, though, weren't his fault, he would always argue. He blamed the reckless behavior and barely getting out of life-threatening situations on his dad genes. Whenever Patrick started talking about Lester, everyone knew the ending result wouldn't be good. Last time, the boss looked like he would have slit Patrick's throat then and there.

"What are you scheming?" asked Stevie, excited to hear how they were going to torture the boss today. Stevie was another one who was apart in bugging the boss, but so far, she had been able to get away with everyone. Patrick was the only one who got into trouble.

"Just a small prank," said Patrick.

"Patrick, with you, nothing is small," said Emma.

Patrick smiled.

Lester looked up when he heard a tapping coming from his office door…or…what looked like the door. With almost all the walls being glass, it was sometimes hard to tell. Nicole was standing there, waiting to be told to come in. Lester motioned for her to enter which she did.

"I finished the paperwork and report you assigned yesterday," she said handing him a yellow envelope. "It's all in there."

"Well, you're the only one who's even tried doing it," said Lester, putting the envelope on his desk, then turning back towards Nicole.

"I told them to start it ages ago!" she defended.

Lester chuckled. "Now I see why people say "like father like son," or in this case "like parent like child.""

"You can talk," said Nicole. "You've never worked with our parents."

"Yes, but I've heard stories. My father would complain almost every day after work that his lunatic staff wouldn't even touch it."

Nicole nodded in understandment, remembering the same complaints her mother would give her father for not finishing the reports and such.

"Well, nice to know he cared," she said as she turned around and walked out of the office. "I'll go check on them, and make sure they get it started."

So, is everyone clear on the plan?" asked Patrick.

Everyone nodded enthusiastically.

"Alright," he said, turning to leave the staff room. "I'll go and start on…" but he was cut off when he saw his sister standing in the doorway.

"Start on what?" she asked suspiciously.

"The…paperwork, haven't started it yet." Patrick hid the plan behind his back.

"What's behind your back?" she asked.

"…nothing…"

"Patrick…"

The whole room was silent, everyone holding their breath and waiting to see what was going to happen next. Before anyone could fully register what had happened. Patrick had yelled something about cheese testing and bolted out of the door. Nicole sighed and ran right after him. Alex, Emma and Stevie released their breath and started laughing. But their good time soon came to an end, when the security alarms started going off.

"What's going on?" asked Stevie.

Emma heard her mobile go off. She took it out of her pocket and answered it.

"What do you suppose all this is about?" asked Alex.

Stevie shrugged.

Emma hung up and slipped her mobile back into her pocket.

"That was Fowler. Someone broke into the ARC, we need to go into the hub and shut off the alarms."

As soon as the three entered the hub, they were blinded by the numerous flashing lights. Emma made her way over to the ADD, eventually and silenced the alarms. Everyone sighed in relief.

"What the bloody hell was that?" asked a booming voice from above.

The three teens looked up and saw a very annoyed Lester looking down at them.

"Someone broke in, sir," said Stevie.

"I know that," said Lester. "But what I'm confused about is the fact that I just got a call saying there was an anomaly sighted a little ways away. The question is, why didn't the alarm go off?"

Emma went over to the ADD and realized that the anomaly detecting signal was turned off. When she told Lester this, he said to hook it back up again and get back to work. Emma nodded and started to get to work.

"And I don't want anyone else bothering me today!" he yelled over his shoulder as he walked back into his office.

As soon as Emma got the signal up again, the first thing Alex wanted to do was check to see who was winning the game.

"Of course, in a situation like this, all you think about is football!"

"I'm not just thinking about it. I'm just curious. That's all."

"Of course you are," said Stevie slightly annoyed.

As the three pulled up the game on one of the ADD screens, they didn't notice the hub doors open behind them. When England made a goal, they went into endless cheering, that is, until Captain Fowler made a noise that all three of them could easily hear over the noise.

"Excuse my interruption," he said, very professionally, "but I caught the intruders. They were trying to sneak in through the air vents."

Emma laughed.

"Classy, but unfortunately done numerous times before," she said, back still turned.

"You might want to turn around Miss," said Fowler, a bit more anxious than before.

Slowly, Alex, Stevie and Emma turned around to face the intruders. Stevie's jaw dropped. Alex stood still as shocked as Stevie. Emma was shaking her head.

"But how?" asked Stevie.

"Excuse me, but who the hell are you lot?" asked one of the intruders. There were three women and three men. The one who spoke was a man. He had sandy brown hair that stuck up on the top of his head and had blue eyes.

"Shouldn't you be telling us that?" asked Emma.

Alex, Stevie, and Fowler were shocked at this response by Emma. Not what I was thinking her reaction would be, thought Fowler. Alex, instantly recognizing this man, walked up behind Emma and whispered, "Em, what are you doing?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan," she whispered back.

Alex, figuring Emma knew what she was doing, slowly back away and let her take charge.

"Danny Quinn," said the man, "former Chief Inspector."

"Tell me, Quinn, do you know what year it is?" Emma was having a lot of fun with this.

"2010, innit?" he asked.

"Sadly, no, it isn't," she said tossing her mobile to him.

Danny caught it with grace, and looked at the screen. Emma watched his eyes read and then get really big. The woman next to him saw this and walked over t him.

"Danny, what's the matter?" she asked.

"Jenny, it's says it's the year 2032," he said. He slowly looked up. "You're joking."

"No joke," said Emma. "Just look around. Every calendar you see will say the same thing."

"So you mean we're in the future?"

Emma looked over at the man who spoke. She instantly recognized him, she would anywhere. It was her father…or…her father in the year 2010. Emma fought back ever instinct that told her to run up to him and hug him. That would blow their cover, and they didn't want that. Connor noticed her strange behavior and asked her if everything was alright. She said yes and informed him that he was indeed in the future.

"Really?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh, wow, that is so cool! Isn't it cool Abby? I've never been to the future before…no, scratch that, I have, but there weren't any…people! Well, besides Helen Cutter, but does she even count as a person?"

Abby placed a hand on Connor's shoulder to calm him down.

"I'd have to say, I've never been arrested before," said Backer, glancing towards Fowler, obviously annoyed, "especially by another Captain who has obviously taken my place."

Fowler stayed still and professional, but there was a slight gleam of amusement in his eyes.

"That's a good point Becker," said Sarah. "Where are we right now? I mean it's only twenty-two years in the future."

Before Emma could answer, Alex blurted a random explanation.

"You all died!"

All eyes were now on him, except for Emma's, who had her face in her hand, while shaking her head; always the one to go on impulse, that Alex.

"All of us?" asked Becker, not believing what he was hearing.

Alex nodded, as if he was unsure of what he really said.

"Yes, you did," he said. "You had an anomaly appearance in the forest outside of our school. They had to evacuate, but the three of us stayed behind. I believe that future predators came through and took you with them. Emma found the Anomaly Sealing Mechanism and figured out how it worked. She sealed the anomaly, but we haven't been able to find you since. We just guessed the worst."

"So they replaced us with a bunch of kids?" asked Danny.

"Oi, I am not a kid," said Stevie.

"Nor am I!" said Emma.

Danny held his hands up in defense while murmuring an apology. Suddenly, a door opened to the right of Emma, Alex, and Stevie.

Oh God, please no, not now, thought Emma.

".GOD!" exclaimed Patrick from the side of the hub which the door opened.

"Why me?" whispered Emma to herself as she turned around to see Patrick and Nicole, shocked.

"But how, why?" asked Nicole, almost as shocked as Patrick at the site of their parents.

Thankfully, Alex ran up to them and told them to shut up before the accidentally let slip something that could ruin their plan. Alex told them what had happened so far, and for them just to keep their mouths shut until they could think of to handle this professionally.

"Don't mind them," said Stevie. "You guys are like…their heroes. You have no idea how much of an impact you made on their lives."

Patrick and Nicole looked at Stevie, very confused, before they went along with what she said.

"Oh yes," said Nicole. "You have inspire us all—in some way or another."

Silence filled the hub as both ARC teams stared at each other, not sure what to do next.

"Could you excuse us for a second?" asked Emma, turning towards the other four and forming a huddle. "Good job Alex, Stevie."

"Thanks," said Alex. "I didn't want these two knuckleheads ruining everything."

"Oi!" exclaimed Nicole, a bit offended.

"Anyways, anyone care to explain why our parents are over there, why they look younger than they did when they left, and how come they have no idea who we are?" asked Patrick.

"They are from the past," explained Stevie. "And they aren't supposed to know that we are their children."

"Why?" asked Nicole. "Wouldn't that make it easier?"

"The wrong words said in the wrong time can lead to disaster," said Emma.

"Now there's just one problem," said Patrick.

"What's that?"

"Who's going to inform old pen pusher jr. up there?"

Everybody turned towards Nicole. She groaned.

"Why me?" she asked.

"He likes you best," said Emma. "You're the only one who does the paperwork he assigns, and besides, you are far more his age and quite more his type…"

Nicole opened her mouth to protest, not liking where this was going, but Emma shushed her by continuing on with her explanation.

"Plus, he said that if we bothered him again today, he'd sack us, and he would never sack you! Since you're the only one who does what you're suppose to…paperwork wise."

Nicole didn't buy it.

"Oh har, har, har, flattery won't get you anywhere. But I'll do it because you asked so nicely."

Emma smiled. "Thanks Nicole."

Nicole sighed and left the huddle. She slowly made her way up the ramp and to Lester's office door. When she entered, she saw Lester slouching in his chair with his feet up on the desk and eyes closed. Before she could announce her arrival, he spoke.

"What do you want?" he asked, sounding quite annoyed that she came up.

"Sir, we have a problem."

"And what might that be?"

"We have some…unexpected visitors."

"And who might they be?"

"Oh…Danny and Jenny Quinn, Abby and Connor Temple and Sarah and Becker," she said, taking a few pauses in between.

Lester opened his eyes immediately and took his feet off his desk. He looked at Nicole in the eye as he sat up straight.

"You mean they're back?" he asked.

"No, and that's the problem. It turns out that they are from the past. My guess is that they came through an anomaly that led to here."

Lester groaned, "Great, even more drama than we need."

In the Hub

"Great, we finally got rid of her," said Patrick. This earned him a kick in the shins from everyone. "Just kidding," he said.

"Excuse me," said Jenny, tapping on Stevie's shoulder. The group turned to face her. "Sorry, but the real reason we came was the fact that the anomaly we came through closed and we have no way of getting back. No chance you have an anomaly creator or something."

"Sorry," said Emma, "those were banned a few years back for some reason. Some weird kink."

That was a complete lie. What really happened was Patrick exploded the storage room that contained the ACDs earlier in the week while trying to help Fowler with security check, but that was a different story. How he did it, though, nobody could figure out.

"I'm afraid the only thing you can do is wait until another anomaly comes along that links to your time period," continued Emma.

"Or a time when the anomaly creators weren't…banned," added Alex.

Jenny sighed.

"I suppose that'll do. Are you guys fine with the idea?"

Everyone agreed that it would be okay if they stayed for a bit until they could find a way back home.

"Great," said Jenny. "Now we just have to find a place to stay."

"M'am," said Fowler to Emma, "they may stay at my flat, if that's alright with you."

"Yeah, that'll be great, if its fine with you lot."

"Lovely," said Jenny, "and thank you, Fowler was it?"

Fowler nodded. "It's my pleasure."

-Later-

Emma sat in her office, reading the note her father gave her over and over again. It was the instructions of what to do when "it" happened. He told her before he left that his past self and the team from 2010 was going to come for a visit, and they might be staying for a while. The note just told her a few things she had to do in order for history to not change itself—in a way.

She sighed and put it down next to the journal he gave her. Her eyes scanned her desk. When she first started at the ARC, it was clean and neat, but over time, it had gotten very messy with reports, paperwork, and other junk she didn't want to put away. Her eyes lingered over to the picture she had of her and Connor at a comic-con convention. She smiled at the memory. That was a fun day.

"You were right dad," she said, "you did come; your past self that is."

She brought her hand over to the picture and traced it with her fingers.

"I miss you," she said, "and mum. Please be safe, and don't worry. I'll do everything you said to do in this situation. I've got it under control."

Or did she?

What the heck is happening? What are they doing here? And why from the past? Okay, I know it seems weird now, but trust me, it will get better soon. If you're looking for action, that's all coming up soon! Don't worry. PLEASE REVIEW! The more reviews I get, the quicker I update! Thanks so much for reading. Don't forget to review!

~Logan ;)