Hello my lovely reviewers! Again, I know it's late on a Friday night, but this was as soon as I could get this chapter posted. Hope it's okay with everyone! This chapter is longer than the past few ones. Lots of stuff in this chapter, though it's more of a filler...I don't know. I had fun writing it. This chapter shall be dedicated to my two reviewers last chapter: Stephanieella96 and kickarora! Thanks guys! That meant a lot to me!

"It still smells like school: stop cream and misery," Connor Temple 4.4

Everybody agreed that working with their parents from the past was like wrestling a dozen adult velociraptors. Not only did they have over too many workers in the building (and they also had to find offices for the new employees) but also keeping their real identities a secret. The first week was probably the worst.

On Monday the first difficult situation came up right as Captain Fowler was about to leave for work.

"How the hell am I going to fit seven people in my smart car?"

Emma and Alex both helped him transport the six extras to his house on Friday night, but he was pretty sure they didn't wake up at 5:30 in the morning; even if they did have to go to work or school.

"The answer is simple," said Danny. "You take us down two at a time. We can just stuff someone in the trunk or something."

"The only problem is that I live an hour away from the ARC and that's if the traffic is good."

"Four or five of us can catch the six o' clock bus," said Sarah, "if there still is one."

"Yeah," said Abby. "You just take the ones that need to actually be there right on time."

"So who'll take the bus them?" asked Connor.

"I will," said Becker, "assuming the ARC doesn't need two Captains to arrive at the same."

Becker was still pretty upset about the fact that he was replaced with such a juvenile cadet. Was that really what he seemed to be like to the rest of the team when he first arrived all those many years ago; so inexperienced, so…unprofessional?

"I'll go with you," said Sarah, snapping Becker out of his thoughts. He smiled slightly at Sarah and cautiously put his hand on the small of her back.

"And so will Jenny and I," said Danny. "I want to see firsthand how pen pusher Jr. reacts to his staff showing up late."

"I can speak for myself, thank you," said Jenny, in mock annoyance to Danny. She then slapped him on the arm. "And that's for being a lunatic husband."

Danny smirked.

"You know you love it," he said.

Jenny could feel herself blushing as she tried to hide her smile. Fowler gave an inward groan. Silly, somewhat cheesy romance at 5:30 a.m. on a workday was not what he was currently up to witnessing at the very moment. Then again, he was never one with the tolerance to put up with most cheesy romance. That's basically why he was the only guy on the varsity sports teams who didn't have a girlfriend. Though, as he thought back on it, he realized he probably could have found someone if he looked hard enough. Knowing he would go into the military, though, made him think that maybe it was for the best.

Confirming that what he heard was the plan, Fowler grabbed his car keys off the kitchen counter and headed out the front door with Connor and Abby in tow. The three arrived at the ARC right on time and checked in without being late. Fowler went off to the armory corridor for his meeting and Connor and Abby went off to one of the labs to check on the plants.

Meanwhile, Emma had arrived to the ARC with Alex and Stevie, having stayed at their house over the weekend. Stevie would not rest until she had agreed to stay over until their parents got back. It wasn't bad; she actually was very much enjoying herself. First, they checked in with Lester, who gave them paperwork to work on from their last mission as a greeting. After checking on the ADD, making sure the signal was working, and dumping the paperwork on their desks, they walked into the staff room to see Patrick already there.

"Hello Quinn," said Alex, "what time did you get here?"

"Nicole dragged me over at six," said Patrick as he yawned. "She said one of us needed to start on my paperwork."

"Someone meaning her," Stevie clarified.

"Exactly," he said while closing his eyes and slowly drifting into a light sleep. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, was being woken up early, just to go to work.

Nicole was indeed telling the truth when she said she was going to do paperwork. In an hour she had been able to finish all of Patrick's paperwork that had ever been assigned. She brought it with her down to the staff room and tossed it onto Patrick's lap. She noticed him jump dramatically at the motion. She figured he had been sleeping.

"Happy?" she asked.

"Very," he said while looking through the many pieces of paper as if making sure it was all there, "now take it over to pen-pusher."

"And you can't because…?"

"He hates my guts and will find a way of firing me for stepping into his office with an invite."

Nicole stayed silent and just stared at him as if waiting for the real reason he was unwilling to lug himself up the ramp to turn in his work. Patrick seemed to know what she was thinking and acted immediately.

"And…oh—oh…leg cramp," he groaned while making a grab for his left leg.

Nicole rolled her eyes and picked the file up from Patrick's lap.

"You owe me BIG time,"

With that she turned around and exited the staff room.

It was ten o' clock before Danny, Jenny, Becker and Sarah arrived to work that day. As they entered the hub, they were in a very "serious" conversation led by Danny on whether McDonald's hamburgers have changed in twenty-two years or not. They were so into it that they didn't notice Lester Jr. (that what the parents from the past currently called him) come down the ramp from his office.

"You're late," he said.

"So, what are you going to do about it?" asked Danny.

"God, his son is too much like him in this instance," Lester though. "Well sadly, nothing. Strictly speaking, I can't necessarily fire anybody who doesn't exist in this time period. Surly the government would get confused and fire me for being completely off my nutter."

"So we're not in trouble?" asked Sarah.

"Not if you can give me a reasonable explanation as to why you are late," said Lester.

"Quinn read the signs wrong and got us lost," said Becker.

"Obviously," said Lester.

"And then we had to wait for the proper bus to come around again," said Jenny.

There was a pause.

"It took a while," added Danny, making sure the point got across.

"So I see," said Lester, expression still emotionless. "Alright, just get to work."

As the four went their separate ways Lester could hear Danny mutter to himself something about him taking orders from a kid he was fifteen years older than. Lester shrugged it off and went back to his office.

Fowler was doing inventory in the armory. Basically making sure those who've used guns on missions and such have returned them and put them in their proper places. It was very dull work and he hated doing it, but it must be done by someone. Fowler got so bored that he started doodling on his clipboard.

"Ah, good, people still do inventory in the future," said a voice behind him.

Fowler turned to see Captain Becker leaning over his shoulder and observing his clipboard very closely.

"Who is "E.T.?" and why is there a heart around the initials? Are you expressing your love for the alien movie?"

Fowler, not realizing that that's what he'd been doodling, quickly put the clipboard down.

"I honestly don't know," he said truthfully. "I tend to doodle whenever I'm bored without knowing what I am drawing."

Becker laughed a bit, figuring that his future replacement was telling the truth, and took a sudden interest in studying the armory.

"Things haven't changed at all."

"Well, we try to keep it simple so we don't lose or misplace anything."

"Smart plan," said Becker.

He started wondering the shelves and sections of the armory, as if looking for a specific thing.

"I use to organize this place all the time. If there's one gun I know is always in the right place is…"

He turned the corner and picked up the gun that was closest to him. It was a hand-held and Becker seemed to be very comfortable with its presence. He laughed.

"Funny story," he chuckled. "I use to have a gun just like this one; almost exactly like it."

He took out his personal gun and tossed it to Fowler who caught it with ease.

"If you look by the trigger on mine, there's a yellow mark. That was an accident, but no other gun of that type has that mark, see?"

Becker flipped the gun over in his hands and looked at the trigger. His entire body froze.

"But…" he said, "how?"

Fowler started to panic. How was he going to get out of this one? He couldn't say that his self in 2032 left it behind for his daughter's use. That would ruin the entire plan! He should have put that gun away on Friday when Emma told everyone to hide anything that could reveal who they really were. He was just about to answer when the door to the armory opened and Danny walked in.

"Soldier boy, Lester wants you," he said.

"Don't call me that," said Fowler, sounding bored and annoyed at the same time. Danny looked at him, as if expecting something else. Fowler sighed. "Please?"

"Well, just because you asked so nicely," said Danny. "Becker doesn't let me call him that either. I hoped somebody here would appreciate it.

"Obviously not," said Becker.

Danny turned around to face Becker.

"And Lester wanted to see you too; something about currently having two captains and splitting the job or something like that."

Becker nodded. He motioned for Fowler to toss his gun back to him, which he did with an inward sigh of relief. He was glad he didn't have to come up with an excuse. Fowler put the other gun back the two walked out of the armory, leaving Danny alone with the firearms, which they both realized was probably not a good idea.

When the two captains got to Lester's office, they saw Nicole in there as well, talking to him. Fowler decided to knock, which brought the two looking at the door. They saw Nicole get up from her chair and walk towards the door. Just as she opened it for the two captains she called back to Lester. "Nice talking to you Timothy."

Becker and Fowler looked at each other, their facial expressions showed nothing, but their eyes showed dumbfoundedness. Nobody knew Lester's first name, and even if he told them, it's not like they remembered it, much less use it. They saw Lester's shocked expression and then turned to Nicole, who had an evil grin on her face. Becker sighed and continued on in. Fowler, who knew the two's relationship a bit better, knew that Nicole loved to push Lester's buttons for her own pleasure as much as her brother. But she did it in a less dramatic way. She kept it very small, but powerful.

"Note to self: tell Patrick the first name," thought Fowler as he followed Becker into the office.

It was late at night and most everybody had gone home. The parents from the past had taken the bus back to Fowler's house a couple of hours ago and the twins had left around eight. Stevie and Alex were in the car waiting for Emma, since she was currently "living" with them until their real parent's got back. Emma locked her office and slung her bag over her shoulder. She walked down the corridor and into the hub, but she didn't realize someone entering the corridor from the hub. The two ran into each other causing Emma to drop her journal.

"Oh, Emma, hi, sorry about that," the voice said.

Emma looked up and saw Fowler bending down to retrieve her book.

"Oh, it's fine," she said, "just about to go home."

"Mh-hm," said Fowler as he tiredly handed Emma her journal.

Emma noticed that his usually pale complexion was paler than normal and he had major bags under his eyes, which were currently red and puffy. Also, his stance was very un-soldier like. He was slouching and looked to be half asleep.

"My god, Fowler, you look awful!"

"Yeah, just tired," he yawned. "It's been a long day."

"No kidding," said Emma. "No anomaly alerts but still!"

Fowler nodded as his eyes slowly wondered to Emma face, as if just realizing she was standing in front of him.

"Could you help me with something?" he asked suddenly.

"Sure, what is it?"

"My car is in the shop and they gave me a smart car to borrow and I can't exactly fit seven people…"

Emma shushed him from going into a major ramble but putting her index finger on his lips.

"I'll be there at six," she said.

Fowler sighed in relief. This was brilliant.

"Thanks Emma, it'll just be for this week," he promised.

"No problem."

The rest of the week was pretty much the same as Monday, except for whole "seven-people-in-a-smart-car" situation. On Tuesday, Fowler, Emma and the parents from the past all arrived to work on time, much to Danny's dismay.

"But I wanted to annoy pen-pusher today," he complained.

"Then annoy him by giving him a hard time before he's had his coffee," whispered Nicole as she walked past him.

Danny broke into a huge smile and ran for the break room.

"Thanks so much again for helping out," said Fowler.

"Like I said, no problem," she said, with one of her signature smiles that could make the grumpiest of beasts smile like a maniac and feel full of life

(Later…)

Abby was in the exotic plants lab giving them a good watering. She was surprised that the ARC still kept it. She would have thought Lester was going to get rid of it first chance he got.

"Abby, how many flies should I give this one over here?" asked Connor from the other side of the lab.

"Twelve," said Abby, without looking up from what she was doing.

"Okay, thanks," he said.

There was a moment of silence.

"Abby, do you think when we get back that it'll be too far into the future? That maybe we'll pass…the day?"

"I'm not sure Con," Abby sighed. "Guess we'll just have to wait and find out."

Another silence.

"What do you think of the team now?" asked Connor. "Cause if you ask me, everyone's acting a big odd."

Abby sighed again.

"Connor, I don't know, and honestly, that isn't what's on my mind at the moment.

"Right," he whispered. "Abby, I'm sorry. It's just; I find it a bit odd, don't you?"

"Maybe a little," she admitted, "but I wouldn't worry about it. Things will reveal themselves as time goes on."

Connor nodded as he fed the carnivorous plant the rest of the required amount of flies. He then excused himself and left the lab. He knew there was one place he could go when he felt distressed.

Connor walked through the doors and into the hub. He started to head towards the ADD, but he saw someone already there, sitting in the chair, talking to somebody else. He walked up slowly to them and was able to pick up on a bit of their conversation.

"Is it in the loo?" asked the guy.

"It's all ready, Patrick," said the girl.

"Awesome," said the one called Patrick, "I'll go start phase one."

The girl gave Patrick a pat on the back as he turned around and left the hub. Connor saw the girl take out a journal and pencil. He approached the girl and tapped her on the shoulder.

"'Scuze me," said Connor.

Connor saw the girl jump slightly, and then whip her head around to face him. He put his hands up by habit, and took a step back.

"Whoa, it's okay," he said, "just me."

"Oh," said the girl.

Connor pointed to the chair next to her. "Can I sit here?"

"Go ahead," she said.

Connor smiled and he sat down.

"I'm Connor, by the way, in case you didn't know, and I didn't catch your name."

"Emma," she said simply.

"Well Emma, don't mind me, I just come here when I'm troubled. Something about the ADD relaxes me."

Emma smiled.

"It has the same effect on me," she said. "I usually come here with my journal and just draw."

Connor pointed to the journal, "may I?"

"Go right ahead."

Connor picked up the journal and flipped through it. To say he was impressed was an understatement. The drawings were brilliant. It looked as if she just took the actual thing and somehow saved it in a notebook.

"Now, I can draw…sort of, but nothing compared to this. You really work at it don't you?"

Emma nodded. Connor closed the journal and looked at the cover.

"Who gave it to you?" he asked. "It's very nice."

Connor saw Emma tense up a bit. She tried to say her answer with having her voice crack.

"My—my dad," she said. "Right before he…" she trailed off in mid-sentence.

"He died?" asked Connor.

"No," said Emma, a little too quickly. There was a pause. "He's traveling, with my mum."

"So you're all alone?"

"Not necessarily," she said. "I'm staying with Alex, his sister Stevie, and their folks. It's nice…but…"

Connor saw Emma's eyes tear up. On instinct he reached over and pulled her into a big hug.

"Shh," he cooed, trying to sooth her. "It's alright."

It was a wired feeling for Connor. He felt an urge to comfort this girl. Ti was something about her…that made him…a human comfort source, and he didn't mind one bit.

When Emma had calmed down a bit, Connor told her everything was going to be alight, and then decided to leave to go see what Danny was up to.

Emma watched as her "past-father" left the hub. She had just totally cracked in front of him. He always was able to make her do that. The two never kept secrets from each other. It was nice, for him to comfort her like that. She missed it so, so much.

From a balcony, Alex Becker saw the entire interaction. He made his way down to the hub, just to make sure she was alright.

"Em, you alright?" he asked.

Emma turned around and smiled at Alex.

"Yeah, everything's fine," she said. "It's just one of those things he can make me do without trying. But what I'm curious about, is what are you doing that allowed you to see the whole thing?"

"Danny put me on Lester watch from the hub. I'm suppose to text him saying where he's headed."

"Do you think he's gone into the loo yet?"

Suddenly, a loud high-pitched scream sounded thought the entire facility.

Alex gave a confused look, and turned to Emma. "I'd say yes," he said as Emma broke out into laughter.

Lester prayed, for the sake of his sanity and the continuation of this project that they would get an anomaly alert on Wednesday. Sadly his prayers weren't answered. It was another day of everybody in the facility for all work hours, oh goodie.

Abby and Sarah sat at a table in the hub and were in a very important conversation.

"What's your wedding dress look like?" asked Sarah.

Abby laughed.

"I can't tell you, it's a surprise."

Sarah groaned.

"Fine but when I get married, you don't get a sneak peak either."

"Fine by me," said Abby, "and speaking of action man, how is it between the two of you?"

Sarah smiled.

"It's good," she said.

"You think he'll be…"

"Maybe," said Sarah. "I think."

Meanwhile, Abby's and Sarah's daughters were in the staff room, having their own little girl time.

"Sigh," said Stevie as she flipped through her tabloid magazine.

"Cute guy?" asked Emma.

Stevie flipped her magazine over to show Emma a picture of her second favorite actor; Jonny Depp. David Tennant was her favorite. Emma made a disgusted face.

"I do NOT know why you like him? Especially since you like David Tennant better. How does it go from Tennant all the way down to Depp?"

"I don't why you're so prejudice of him," said Stevie. "And, I know, I like Doctor Who as much as the next fan girl, but one, I'm not that obsessed and two, what do you see in sci-fi magazines?"

"They are full of information, and they are fun to read. And to answer your Jonny Depp question, I can find a character in a LOT of films, and it'll be better than its Jonny Depp counter partner. For example, Captain Jack Harkness is better than Captain Jack Sparrow. Besides, the dude just creeps me out!"

Later that day, Stevie decided a good workout was needed at the moment. She was in the gym, running on the treadmill. It's what she liked to do in her spare time. Even though she was listening to her IPod, she could still hear other sounds like the door opening, and footsteps coming towards her, which was currently happening.

"Excuse me, are you almost finished?" a voice asked.

Stevie jumped on the sides, turned off her music, and turned towards the speaker while trying to catch her breath. There she saw Captain Becker.

"Yes, sir," she said. "I was just getting off."

Stevie didn't feel like lying through her teeth to her "father" at the moment, so she got off and was about to leave, when Becker called her back.

"I've seen you around the armory," he said. "What's your name?"

"Stevie, sir," she said.

"Please, just call me Becker."

"Alright then, Becker." It was odd for Stevie to call her father that, and she felt like it rolled off her tongue weird.

"Tell me, Stevie, have you ever thought of going into the military?"

"Why asking?" she asked.

"Well you just seem like a proper candidate for the job."

Stevie smiled.

"I acutally was planning on going into a military academy."

Becker smiled.

"Well, I wish you all the luck," he said.

On Thursday, Danny made the announcement that he was hosting a party on Friday night to celebrate the team's first week of working together and nobody dying.

"And where will this party be?" asked Lester. "Considering the fact you don't own a house."

"At Fowler's house," said Danny.

"I didn't approve of any sort of party," said Fowler calmly.

"Oh come on Fowler, I already bought everything and that would just be a big waste of money if we had to throw it all out!"

Fowler sighed.

"Alright we can have the party at my place, but everyone is out by midnight!"

(Later…)

"Do you plan on going?" asked Nicole.

Nicole and Lester were both up in his office taking after finishing their daily work. Nicole found that she spend most a lot of her time with Lester. Mainly it was just to annoy him, but she would admit that they had become decent acquaintances over the past few weeks.

"Going where?" asked Lester.

"The party tomorrow."

"I'm not sure," he said, "most likely not. I'm probably not even invited."

"Oh come on! If my dad's planning it them…well…it could lead to possible disaster but it'll be fun. Please! And besides, he said "everyone" was invited. I'm pretty sure that means you too!"

Lester looked over at Nicole; her brown eyes begging him to do it. He sighed

"Alright, I'll come."

Friday night came quicker than anyone would've guessed. Danny had Fowler's entire house decked out in random streamers and balloons and other random junk he found at the party store. There was a lot of food, and Danny had the music playing quite loudly. He was currently dancing with Jenny, who was giggling by the looks of it. Abby and Connor were dancing as well, but they seemed to be talking more than dancing. Sarah, Becker, Fowler, and Patrick were chatting while playing cards on the coffee table. Nicole was trying to teach Lester how to dance, and the other three were talking in a corner.

At about nine o' clock, Danny had gathered everyone together so they could talk as a group. The music was quieter now, and Katy Perry could only be heard in the background.

"So, how did you guys get to the year 2032?" asked Patrick.

"Yeah, when was it when you left?" asked Stevie.

Sarah, Becker, Abby Connor and Jenny all looked at Danny, who looked back at them.

"Why me?" he asked.

"Because you're the story teller here," said Jenny. "And you do such a good job."

"I do; don't I?"

"And I'll jump in at random times," said Connor.

"Alright," said Danny, "here's how it went. The date was July 30th 2010. Jenny and I just got back from our honeymoon; Connor said things had been going good. It was a normal day at the ARC, and we got an anomaly alert. We went to go check it out, and were surprised to see no creatures come out. As we waited, Jenny checked to see if there was any news on people missing and such, but there was none. Finally, after hours of waiting, we decided to go in and see what was going on. Once we all got through, the anomaly closed behind us."

"It was 2010?" asked Stevie. "That's like—"

"—twenty-two years ago?" finished Connor. "Scary, I know, but here we are."

"I find it scary that in less than twenty-two year, we all die," said Jenny.

"What day did we die?" asked Sarah.

Silence, nobody knew what to say.

"Not too long ago," said Emma, a little too quickly and not really answering the question. "Honestly, it was about…a month or two ago."

"So you are pretty new to this," said Abby.

"Sort of…" said Patrick, not sure how else to answer the question.

Fowler wasn't kidding when he said he wanted all visitors out of his house by midnight. He practically had to drag Patrick out by his feet. Alex, Emma, and Stevie walked out without any assistance and headed towards the car. Emma stayed behind a bit, just to thank Fowler.

"I can't believe you haven't strangled Danny yet," she said.

"Trust me; I might do so if he refuses to go to bed tonight."

The two laughed and Emma looked up and at Fowler house. For just one guy, it was pretty big.

"Nice house, but the way," she added. "How big is it exactly?'

"Four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a kitchen and a family room as well as a basement and attic."

"All by yourself," Emma asked.

"My parents sometimes visit. It was their house, but they had to move to Spain."

Emma felt bad. Fowler was as well alone before the parents showed up, probably even before he started at the ARC. She felt bad for him and knew how he felt. Then, Emma stepped out into the cool summer night and walked towards the car. Just as she was about to get into the passenger's seat, Fowler gave her a small wave, which she returned with a smile. She then got into the car and Alex drove off.

So...what did you think? Is anyone hinting anything because if so I WANT TO KNOW! Hahaha! I hope you all enjoyed it! As I said before, I had a lot of fun writing it and it took FOREVER to finish. PLEASE REVIEW! If I get more than five reviews, I'll update before January 26 (why that date? Because it's my sis's birthday!) as well as the following Friday (the 28th) So...PLEASE REVIEW!

Logan ;)