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Tyme and Time again

By

Iffert's Flame

Chapter 3: Confusing Tymes

Denver, CO

Justin felt a nudge on his shoulder, he could feel a slight headache and a bad taste in his mouth. Looking around the person who was sitting next to him was already gone. 'Ah, well' Justin thought to himself, while she wasn't much a conversationalist, she was still very poignant with what she said. Being an exotic looker helped a bit too.

Her beauty didn't strike him at first. Yori's poise and grace, even the little that he saw was enough to impress him fully. Just as he was about to grab his carry on from underneath when he spot something under the seat beside him.

It was Yori's fan.

Stopping for a moment Justin tentatively grasped the object. Again the look of the fan was deceitful. While it seemed like the sides were made of wood, they were, as he felt along sides made of steel. Odder and odder, Justin thought as he picked it up and looked for one of the stewardesses. Spotting the one that sat Yori next to him, he asked, "Hey, the girl that was sitting next to me do you know if she was connecting with another flight or if this was her stop?"

The stewardess looked up at Justin with an inquisitive look on her face asked, "Who?"

"The Japanese student that you sat next to me. You know to help a woman and her child stay together. Her name was Yori?" Justin felt confused for a few good moments. Deciding the vague description wasn't enough he continued, "About yea high, red hair band to keep her bangs out of her eyes, smelled like jasmine? She said that she was 'honored' to help?"

Again the stewardess only shook her head, "No, I'm sorry you must be mistaken, I never sat anyone with you."

Certainly he didn't just imagine they young woman who sat next to him. Shaking his head a bit, Justin grabbed his carry-on baggage and started out the plane. 'Okay, so we are in the twilight zone. Fine, there's more then one way to skin a cat.'

Walking out to a nearby restroom, as it was empty he grabbed his phone and dialed in to his handler. Which in his mind was more of a headache then a handler, but still, Will Du was an alright guy as far as being an agent. He did have a lot to offer as far as teaching Justin the ins and outs of Global Justice.

Pressing in another set of numbers into the phone, he finally got a tone that rang into...

"Hello Agent Tyme." Justine could hear the cool and collected voice of his handler. "I'm surprised that you've already called to check in, your not due into Middleton for another forty-five minutes."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but this is sort of important." Justin took a breath and told Will about the weirdness on the plane. Will didn't say anything until the end of the conversation as Justin finished up, "So no one knows who this person was, and I know she was on the plane because she left her fan behind."

"Are you sure that it couldn't have been dropped by someone else?" Will said with a cool voice. This wasn't regs and Justin knew it, otherwise he would have said something that connected to his assignment. Still it sounded interesting enough to give the young agent a little latitude.

"No, and you'd think that the stewardess would remember someone like her." Justin was just gladdened the guy didn't stone wall him with his by-the-book. But he knew as well that his sister was going to meet him soon as well, and in all honesty he didn't want Isabella to worry about him right off the bat. "I think that she's definitely from Japan, accent and all."

"Yes, well, that does sound odd, but, you've got a connecting flight to catch in ten, so I suggest that you let us do a bit of looking and go make your flight." Will's voice was brisk and cut off any more questions. Justin knew when Will was no longer going to be helpful.

Sighing slightly Justin said, "Okay, just don't let this get swept under the rug or anything, it really was a 10.0 on the weird-o-meter. I've got to go meet my sis anyway."

He could practically hear Will a nod as his handler said, "I'll have some info for you by this evening, enjoy your flight and reunion, Will Du out."

"I will. Tyme out." Justin said leaving the men's room and looking around. Getting his bearings, hoping that the connecting flight to Middleton would be close by.

"JUSSTINN!" He heard her screeching voice from almost the other side of the terminal. Shaking his head he could see his sister, Isabella, running toward him with wide open arms and a bag hanging on each of her shoulders.

As she ran him over to give a big bear hug, Justin could notice that she had grown well over a foot taller then when she and he were last together. She had definitely started to take up their mother's features, as her tanned skin looked better with the sandy brown hair that the two of them had.

For her part, she was completely excited about seeing Justin again. He had grown tall, Justin's fashion sense didn't seem to grow with him. Only if the guy would loose the loose and bulky sweater and get contacts instead of those hideous thick rimmed glasses, Justin would be knocking the girls dead. His pale complexion also concerned her as well, was big brother just not getting enough sun? As she hugged her brother, Isabella knew that she would have to do something about that... thank goodness for the unlimited uses of the Banana Club Card. 'Don't go stylin' without it.' she mused to herself as she said out loud, "So where did you dreg up that big ugly sweater?"

"Hey there sis." Justin temporarily ignored the fashion comment for the moment. Right then he just wanted to hug his sister, "Your looking good for a stick, Izzy."

A quick kick to the shin was the answer as she said, "At least I look good, you look like you got attacked by the burlap sack gang." She stuck out her tongue at him let go of Justin.

"Well, the sweater was a gift from Meema, and I'll have you know that she thought it looked cute on me." Justin said as he began to walk toward the gate where their connecting flight was.

"But that was sooooooo... last century. You need to get into the times Justin." she said stepping in front of him and walking backwards. "I'll have to hit you up with the right stuff when we get to our new home."

"Been practicing on your balance I see." Justin commented as to change the subject. He never understood what the big deal was with fashion anyway. Justin just dressed to be comfortable and if others didn't like it... well that was tough. Except for his little sister that was.

"I made the squad last year remember?" Isabella said proudly, which was a very good achievement in her mind. She was slightly disappointed that neither her mother or big brother never saw her in action. So she was going to make it a point to make the cheer leading squad this year so that at least her brother would see.

Justin smirked, he saw the video, and was as well disappointed that he was never there either. "Mom told me, and had some vids sent to me. You looked impressive. How was the plane ride?"

Isabella's eyes glazed over as the two of them gave the ticket to the stewardess entering the plane, "Oh, oh, I met the most awesomeness person in the whole world." Justin cringed inwardly, that statement was a prelude to another boy. Not that meeting guys was a bad thing, it was just well, he ran into his fair share of bad-boys. Isabella clearly missed the look as she continued, "He's a genius, and an inventor and had made this wonderful remote control device that was a hovercraft small enough to fit into your pocket. He's cute to, with those wild curly black locks. I'm sure he'd be fun to snuggle with."

"Uh huh, and I'm assuming that this newest snuggle bunny has a name?" Justin said with his interest piqued, unconsciously he tensed up a bit.

Isabella frowned at the stiffness, "His name is Wade Load. And he's so... Justin... Justin... what's wrong?" as the two of them sat down she could sense that he did more then stiffen when his eyes went wide as saucers.

'No, that's too much of a coincidence', Justin thought to himself as he ran through the names on his list of people of power in Middleton, and his name was right up there with Kim Possible. Worse, it sounded like that the kid was the recluse tech that invented most of Kim's gadgets. "Nothing Isabella, I think I just sat down on something, like my keys."


Wade Load didn't like to fret very much. Being the Team Possible's techie he had to be responsible for the well being of his team mates as well as building the equipment; he had to keep his cool over most situations.

Right at the moment he felt really out of his element however. After a month of being away from the team, by an enforced vacation via his mother, he came home to find out that his family was hosting an exchange student. With all of that going on, there was that girl who was on the plane with him all the way from Chicago to Denver. Isabella looked very cute and she seemed to hold her own talking to him. It was an honest surprise that she had an interest in his inventions other then they were his 'toys'. Even with two Ph D's he was still taken away that someone understood some of the elementary physics that were behind the whole thing.

It was the incidental touches that Wade didn't understand. Not that he minded, but was slightly confused by why she did it in the first place.

Shoving his thought to the side he looked at the photograph that his mother had mailed him... by snail mail since there was no Internet allowed at the place Wade had stayed. Stupid summer camp. At least he was a bit more fit, as Wade's teeshirt only fit loosely around him. Looking around, the young lady was not hard to miss. She stepped with authority and simple grace, walking straight toward him and the gate that he was waiting.

"Load-san", she said with a sharp bow, "I am Tanaka Yori, of the Yamamoto School of Higher Learning. It is an honor to meet you at last."

Wade, not knowing what else to do, mimicked Yori's movements, "Um... thanks, Mom told me to meet you here... you don't mind if I call you Yori don't you?"

"Ah yes, your American way of familiarity Load-san is well known to me. Shall I call you Wade-san then?" Yori smiled a bit toward Wade as she looked over to the gate, noticing that the last of the passengers were boarding.

"Sure, its cool, so I guess that can um... get aboard... I guess." Wade didn't even know why he was getting nervous. Check that he did, it was because he was having to actually socially interact with another human being who incidentally would be living in the same household.

Yori giggled in response, she couldn't understand why her presence was confusing her new companion so much. She was there to be an 'exchange student' nothing more, and nothing less, as far as Wade-san was concerned anyway.

A/N: Yes I meant to get them all to Middleton this chapter, but I needed to set a few things up, as well as experiment with Yori and Wade interacting. By the way, I have upped Wade's age to thirteen in this story. Also, if Kim and Yori had met before A Stitch in Time, then I'm ignoring all of that as well.

Next Chapter: Wade gets his first hit when he gets home, as Yori settles in her new place. Justin and Isabella settles in as well, and more familiar characters are introduced to the story.