Once again, it is time to answer all of the previous reviews! Welcome to the Review Corner!

Jayjar100: So it isn't just me that fanfiction is doing this to. Good to know. And also, yes, Danny Phantom is coming back. So is Scooby and Bakugan. Johnny Test is not, however, to make room for...well, you'll see.

Aslan333: Thank you very much, kind sir. Here's hoping that the next chapters are just as good these next three days.

Gage the Hedgehog: Yes, same here. I grew up on the Crash Bandicoot games so seeing the remasters only refuels my childhood fire. Here's hoping that once it does become twenty years for Crash Twin Sanity, they give it the remaster and the longer game it was supposed to be.

Guest (Johnathen): Butch Hartman isn't going to be in this story but Danny Phantom will be. He is going to be Timmy's cousin in this but he would be more involved with the time traveling secret, instead of being completely in the dark like last time.

Thank you all for your reviews! Now, onto the chapter!

Sure Doctor "Doc" Emmett Lathrop Brown had time traveled a lot in his lifetime. He even met a young genius during his travels named Jimmy Neutron. Sure the two of them had a lot in common. But there was just nothing compared to his actual family in a future that seemed so far away. He took out a letter than he had gotten back in 1897.

It read,

"Dear Doc,

Sorry that this is coming to you so late in the year. But I wanted to make sure that you got this. Who am I? Well, that's a bit complicated. Let's just say we are related. You saved me once when I was nine and I knew about you when I was eight. Anyways, all that aside, I just wanted to let you know that I really appreciate the fact that you made the De Lorean. As you have already assumed from the start of this letter that you do save my life. I won't give you too many details. As you've taught me, if a man knows too much of his own destiny, it could have many bad consequences. I don't want that, Doc. I just want you to come back to me. I love you, Doc. And I hope to see you soon in the future.

Your friend in time,

Timmy Turner.

PS: The date is February 1, 2001 that you save me. I live in Dimmsdale, California."

Doc knew that last name Turner was ringing a bell with him. It wasn't until a few months he finally realized who Timmy was. His sister, may she rest in peace, Estelle had married a man named Darien Turner. They had one son, Terrance. He had gotten married to a woman named Tamara and they had one son, Timothy "Timmy" Tiberius Turner. Timmy was his great nephew.

Clara saw that he was holding the letter as she asked, "Reading the letter again?"

Doc saw her as he nodded and answered, "Yes. This Timmy sounds completely fascinating."

"He sounds like another version of Marty and Annie," Clara pointed out.

Doc couldn't help but laugh to that as he stated, "Yes but a very different version."

"How did he know of you when he was eight?" Clara questioned, curious.

"I don't know," Doc replied, honestly. "Nothing makes sense."

"I clear that up for you," a voice commented, capturing their attention.

The couple looked, seeing a man standing there. He had messy brown hair, stunning blue eyes, bucked teeth, wearing a brown cowboy hat, a black undershirt, a gray pullover with brown and red stitching, brown jeans, and cowboy boots. He was about in his thirties, if Doc had to guess. Doc got Clara behind him, worried for his wife.

"Who are you?" Doc demanded.

The man put up his hands defensively as he stated, "Whoa, don't get upset Doc."

"Only my friends and family get to call me that," Doc hissed, protecting Clara.

The man replied, "But I am family... I'm Timmy Turner."

Doc immediately turned pale as he told the man, "I thought he was a young kid. Not a man in his thirties. Explain."

Timmy sighed a bit annoyed. He knew to expect this. It wasn't easy to have a time traveling relationship, especially with his great uncle. The two had shared so much history, just as he did with Marty and Annie. But since Doc hadn't met the young him yet. But the way he was so protective meant that he had the letter. The letter that started it all. Or at least, Timmy thought it did. He wasn't too sure about pre-time traveling, though.

Finally; he responded, "Doc, I'm a time traveler too. That's how I got the letter to you in the first place. Cause my...friends...helped me get the De Lorean."

"What friends? Start explaining." Doc demanded further, keeping Clara close.

Timmy told him, "I am from a different future. Where Vicky, my old evil baby sitter, has her hands on a magic remote. Anyways, to make a long story short, she used this technology to take over the world. My timeline is a complete mess, Doc, cause of me."

"Magic? There's no such thing," Doc debated.

"You, of all people should know different," Timmy replied, smoothly.

That's when he brought out a picture, showing it to him. Doc took it and paled. It was him, at nine years old. And it looked like it was from a hall... The wheels slowly started to turn as he gasped.

"Emmett?" Clara asked, worried.

"Head inside, Clara," Doc answered, after a minute.

"Are you okay?" She asked, seeing his face.

It was unreadable, a mix of happiness and of confusion. She didn't understand it but she respected Emmett's wish and went inside. Doc looked up at Timmy, brown eyes meeting blue.

"You have Estelle's eyes before they turned brown," he breathed.

"So I've been told," Timmy replied, smiling.

"You have Cosmo and Wanda..." Doc asked, his smile wide.

"Had." Timmy corrected, a bit too lowly.

"I'm sorry," Doc whispered, placing his hand on Timmy's shoulder.

"It isn't your fault," Timmy reassured sadly.

Doc merely nodded as he asked, "So what are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you," Timmy answered. "I need to know if I am doing the right thing for my timeline, or galaxy as my friend calls it."

"Galaxy?" Doc repeated, a bit confused.

"Oh, you haven't met him yet," Timmy stated, as a matter of facility.

Doc groaned in a bit of annoyance and questioned, "Am I going to be a prisoner of destiny the rest of my life?"

"I hope not, Doc." Timmy answered, a bit sadly. "I hope not."

"Then let's get started by helping me figure out this timeline," Doc stated.

"Yes Doc," Timmy replied, getting a stick. "Allow me to illustrate."

Wishmaker1028: It's time to end the chapter. ...get it? ...sorry, bad pun. Please read and review! And always think outside of the box!