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06-08-2002, 04:09 PM
“Temporal Recreation”
Episode 17 of Gopher’s Gateway
Story by Sean Sporman
Written by Sean Sporman
September 19th, 1997-Pittman Middle School-11:30 PM
Pittman Middle School at this time had a celebrity of sorts. This celebrity was the weatherman of this school. Just a minute ago, this celebrity had entered one of Pittman Middle School’s restrooms and had not come out. However, this celebrity was now in the seventh grade hall, having never entered the restrooms. It was not the Sean Sporman of September 19th, 1997. It was Sean Sporman from December 1st, 1999, who had been transported back in time.
“I’ve been taken back in time and temporally deaged!” Sean Sporman exclaimed to himself, “But I still have my tricorder, phaser, portable replicator and personal shield!” He looked around and saw no one in the hall. He quickly popped out his tricorder and commenced a level one scan. “I’m not here, at least the me of this time, so this should be interesting. My seventh grade year at 11:30, that means I’m in…” Sean frowned, “PE. But, remember Sporman, the actual PE is the only bad part.” Sean put away his tricorder. “Now, to get out of this Starfleet uniform and into some more conspicuous, I mean, typical clothing.” Sean ran into the bathroom in the sixth grade hall.
September 19th, 1997-Pittman Middle School-11:35 PM
Having changed out of his Captain’s Starfleet uniform and into clothes that fit him better and were more typical, Sean Sporman had proceeded back to his PE class without incident. Even Coach Wallace, the PE coach, was not in the least bit suspicious. However, he had discovered something interesting. He had the ability to time-travel back and forward thru time somehow, but he decided to stay for just a little while.
Jordan Reeves, still a friend of Sean at the time, walked up to him after going for a drink of water. “Hey, Sporman, what’s up?”
“Hey, Jordan!” Sean said, “Oh, just the usual.”
“Well then, after what happened yesterday, I can understand why you would be smiling about that.”
Sporman chuckled, now knowing what Jordan spoke of. That was what Sean had called the trigger for the flood up cool events involving girls that happened during his seventh grade year at Pittman Middle. “I’m glad you understand.”
Sean then looked toward one of the basketball goals and saw Derik Olvey and Michael Redman taking turns at shooting hoops. He walked up to them. “Hey, may I take a shot?” Sean asked.
“Sure.” Michael responded as he passed Sean the ball. Sean tapped at his personal shield, hidden under his shirt, to influence the ball with an invisible tractor beam as some girls that he knew walked by. Shooting from the free throw line, he shot and rang it with nothing but net. Flashing a smile, Sean looked to see Meagan Hall, Casey Payne, Amanda Epperson and Lisa Bowden of the eighth grade cheer for him. In fact, Meagan and Casey walked over.
“Hey, Sean!” Meagan greeted, smiling. “Now, Derik, can you beat that?”
Sean smiled at the opportunity. This time he reprogrammed his tractor beam to make the ball miss by a mile. Derik jumped and shot and it flew crazily over the backboard. Sean could not suppress his laugh as Meagan hugged him.
“I guess Sporman is better!” Meagan exclaimed. “Go figure.” She then began to walk away. “Brains over Braun they always say.” Sean waved at the two eighth-grade girls as he met up with Jordan Reeves once more.
“How did you do that, Sean?” Jordan asked in disbelief.
Sean smiled still. “Luck, Mr. Reeves, pure luck.”
September 19th, 1997-Pittman Middle School-12:00 PM
After the other boys changed back into their regular clothes, since today was a don’t have to-dress out-day, the girls from the other PE class stood in the hall by the door which led down the hall to the other classes. Following orders from the PE coach, the boys could not pass a certain line or they would be in violation of rules. However, that did not mean that long-distance communication was possible.
Sean smiled as listened to a conversation between Casey Payne and Brooke Stephens. “Now, I don’t understand, I’ve never seen Derik miss a free throw like that.” Casey continued, “But, Sporman did it perfect and Derik hurled it over the backboard like it was some kind of bomb!”
“I didn’t see it, but it is shocking.” Brooke replied.
“Hey, there he is, Mr. Weather, himself!” Meagan Hall exclaimed, “I liked your morning weather today!”
“Why thank you!” Sean replied, “That high pressure area…”
While Sean began explaining the daily weather situation, Trent McMahan and Jeff McNeely were in disbelief. “Now, how come Mr. Skinny over there gets to talk with Meagan and them and I can’t even get June!”
Trent shook his head. “I agree. Let’s beat ‘em!”
“Yeah!” Jeff agreed as the two walked threateningly over to Sean Sporman, who was still talking about the weather. Sean was hit by a fist from Jeff, but stood firm, thanks no less to his personal shield.
Trent got a wooden board and slammed it into Sean’s side. Sean didn’t even blink thanks to his Starfleet personal shield. Sean then quickly pinched Trent’s neck with the Vulcan Neck Pinch and he fell unconscious. “Now, you know I never get into those primitive and out-of-date fist fights.” Sean said as he looked at Jeff, who screamed in a very prepubescent voice while he ran away. Sporman heard applause from the girls across the hall as the bell for the seventh graders rang. As he exited, he smiled at the girls. Jordan Reeves followed him.
“So, you like the staggered bell schedule, Jordan?” Sean inquired.
But, Jordan did not want to discuss that. “Sean Sporman, I don’t know how you did it, but you survived a mugging.”
“Come on, I’m the school weatherman, no one can mess with me.”
As Jordan walked off, he said one more thing. “I bet you really look forward for the next pep rally now, don’t you?”
Sean smiled, “You bet!” As Sean proceeded down the hall, he passed Cathy Frederick, a library aide for fourth period. Sean smiled at her and she smiled back. Smiling, he entered the library.
First he saw Ms. Gilliland, the assistant librarian, working at one of the computers. “Well, Sean, you get lucky today. Since Mrs. Brennan is not here today, you don’t even have to touch a book if you don’t want to.”
“Well, I may not like sorting them, but I do like reading them.” Sean responded, as he placed one of his seventh-grade Spormanworld Notebooks and two writing devices called pencils as he sat down. Flipping open the notebook, Sean saw the progressing design for the Ultra Sporman Ten Story Tall Mall. Thanks to help from RLC friends Brooke Thompson and Lacey Sullivan, he had put some clothes stores in there. That didn’t mean that he didn’t have more weather and computer stores though.
“Hey, Sean! How you doing?” Sean looked up from his notebook to see Rachel Waters sitting on the opposite side of him, smiling.
Normally, Sean would have struggled to stammer out an answer. But, he responded, looking straight at her, “Doing great! How about you, Rachel?”
Taken aback by Sean’s sudden confidence, she responded, “Just great. I’ve been talking to Robert, he told me about your…what did he call it…Spormanworld.”
Sean smiled, sliding the notebook to where Rachel could see it. “This here is,” Sean, decided to use the name he called after the Tall Mall, “Galleria Spormanworld. A ten story tall mall packed with enough shopping until Star Trek comes true.”
“That’s cool.” Rachel responded as the bell rang for eighth graders to go to their fifth period class. “Well, I have to go, bye Sean!”
“Bye, Rachel!” Rachel smiled as she exited the door to go to her next class.
Sean was also smiling. Suddenly, Ms. Gilliland handed him a Pepsi. “I thought that Mrs. Eward, last years librarian, had allowed cokes. Thanks, by the way.”
Sean opened the Pepsi and took a quick sip as Ms. Gilliland responded. “She did, you remember coming in here during your lunch and study class last year and surfing the net, don’t you?”
“Of course.” Responded Sean. “Now, let me see about this mall…”
September 19th, 1997-Pittman Middle School-12:24 PM
As Sean Sporman finally finished off his can of Pepsi, he heard the left side library doors open. He saw Robert Richardson, the other library aide of this period, enter. “As a wise woman once said, Prepare for trouble.”
While not exactly at war with Robert, they were constantly bickering. Sean thought that he himself was the best and Robert thought differently. Of course, having the cheerleaders of the eighth grade liking and talking to Sean didn’t help matters much for Robert. “So, number sixteen, I heard about you beating a free-throw contest with the captain of your grade’s basketball team. I don’t believe it.”
Sean shook his head. “Believe it. You do believe what Meagan says don’t you?”
“Why should I believe her?” Robert retorted.
“No wonder you have such a bad disposition. You’ll never get any girl friends with those manners.” Sean Sporman smiled as he took a sip from another Pepsi from Ms. Gilliland, who handed Robert a Mountain Dew.
“Now, see here! Where did your sudden ego-boost come from?” Robert questioned as he opened and sipped from his own soft drink.
“I’m just learning from experience my friend. So, tell me more about…Rachel Waters. You never went out with her, right?” Robert glared at Sean.
September 19th, 1997-Pittman Middle School-1:10 PM
“Mrs. Gabert, we here at Pittman Middle hope to educate your two daughters. And while Alicia is fine…”
Mrs. Gabert allowed her eyebrow to arch, as she talked with Joseph Redcross, principal of Pittman Middle School. Looking at Pittman’s digital clock, it turned to 1:11 quickly. “What did June do?”
“Well,” Mr. Redcross turned at the sight of Mr. Smith, an assistant principal, dragging a screaming, kicking June Gabert down the hall. Mrs. Gabert and Mr. Redcross walked into the hall. Meanwhile, Sean Sporman sat in shock in one of the office chairs. He had delivered a note from Ms. Gilliland to the office. “Alicia was June’s sister. Why, I knew her. I wonder where she went…what a smart and nice girl she was, almost the complete opposite of the ninny head, June.”
Sean stood up and exited the office, while glancing at the event that occurred. Walking into an unoccupied hall, Sean flipped open his tricorder. “Well, I think we need to head a little bit forward in time to the football game where I actually talked to the cheerleaders.” He tapped on his tricorder and entered the time and place to where he wished to travel. Then, he saw the subspace tear open up and as he started to walk into it, he said, “Well, it’s not quantum, but it is temporal.” He then jumped into the temporal anomaly and forward in time.
November 12, 1997-Gilmore Bell Stadium-7:00 PM
Having programmed the temporal coordinates to place him in a section where no one was at the time, Sean Sporman appeared in the stadium in different civilian clothing appropriate for the time and event. Smiling, he then walked in and became part of the crowd.
So far it was the first quarter and Pittman was ahead two to zero thanks to a safety tackle executed by the Nickel back. But, it wasn’t the football game that was important.
Passing by Jordan Reeves, Sean walked down to the bleachers that were basically in front of the cheerleaders, just like he did in the real event. But, then he saw Robert Richardson. “As the same wise woman said, ‘prepare for trouble and make it double.’”
“Hey, Rachel, why don’t you do a cheer for me?” Robert Richardson asked.
What Rachel said shocked both Robert and Sean. “No, but we’ll do one for Sporman!” Sean sat back and smiled, allowing his ego to do the talking for him.
“Well, Robert, see who is number one here.”
“Yeah!” Meagan Hall agreed.
Another cheerleader had caught interest in the situation. With flowing brown hair and blue eyes, she stepped up and asked a question. Her name was Heather Allgood. “Who is Sean Sporman? Isn’t he the weatherman?”
Sean Sporman also knew of this event well. First contact with Heather Allgood. It had really happened that the cheerleaders had explained who he was. But, as he had been doing, Sean decided to change history.
Sean stood up. “Yes, Ma’am. That’s me. I now give ten weather reports a week. Nice to meet you, Heather.”
“You too, Sean. So, what’s the forecast for tonight!”
It was a good thing that Sean had looked up the weather report for that night. “Well, my forecast shows a thirty percent chance or rain tonight, but I looked at the Doppler radar image and it would seem that the three showers will fly around us.”
Rachel smiled. “See, he does know his stuff.” She then looked at Robert, “Well, Robert, I bet you don’t know the weather.”
Robert stammered to answer. “Well…um…”
Heather decided to join in. “Robert doesn’t know. Sporman does. It’s as simple as that.”
Sean Sporman would be frowning no longer.
January 26th 1998-Pittman Middle School-11:47 AM
It was another new year, but Sean Sporman was still in the seventh grade as was everyone else that was in the seventh grade the previous year. Right now, Sean Sporman’s Physical Education class was playing Volleyball.
In the bleachers that were above the main gym floor sat several of the eighth grade friends and cheerleaders that knew Sean Sporman.
Now, until this day, Sean Sporman had never served the ball over the net…
Stepping up to serve, Sean Sporman was ready. Even though he had not yet served it over the net, he enjoyed it anyway. But, there was an additional factor to consider, a large additional factor. The cheerleaders on the upper bleachers were now cheering for him.
As the opposing team already began to rotate, Sean, with no help of his Federation technology, served the ball over the net and it landed inside, scoring a point for the blue team. The cheerleaders cheered for Sean, while Coach Wallace added a point to push the blue team to a tie with the red team.
“Well,” BJ Shores added, “I bet you can’t do that again!”
“We’ll see about that!” Sean said as he received the white ball again. Again, as the cheerleaders cheered and without any influence from his Federation technology, he served the ball over the net and it landed as BJ Shores dived for the ball. Instead, the ball hit the floor and Shores fell flat on his face.
“Yes, I certainly saw it.” Sporman smiled as the cheerleaders cheered once again. The blue team was now tied with the red team. On the other side, as BJ stood up, another team member, David Oblo, taunted Sean, “Well, you are certainly a good one, but I’m better!”
Sean served the ball yet again without the help of the technology and it flew over the net. Oblo ran for it, but the ball fell too fast and Sporman had scored another point. His fellow team members and the cheerleaders were cheering for him as the Blue Team took the lead.
Three more serves and three more points. Now, in the original event, the seventh serve didn’t make it. Would Sean let it happen like it did originally? “Ha!” Sporman said aloud.
Activating his tractor beam, he served the ball over the net, but one of the players on the opposing team actually got to it. With a light-speed adjustment to the tractor-beam emitter, the ball slammed into one of the ceiling fans. As everyone got quiet, Sean Sporman took one step forward and said, “And the fans go wild!”
The gym filled with laughter and applause.
January 31st 1998-Pittman Practice Field-1:53 PM
Just a few days after the Volleyball game, the gym was filled with people for a game of a different kind. This was one of Pittman Middle School’s famous faculty vs. student Basketball games. As it had originally happened, the students had beaten the faculty this year. Sean Sporman, friend of cheerleaders, smart people and teachers, was not about to let that happen. He wore a special, but cloaked, headset that was interface with the visible controller he was holding. The controller was modeled after the Nintendo Sixty-Four’s famous controller for a reason. With the tractor beams and hidden anti-grav generators, Sean could now control the ten people on the court like a video game.
As Coach McCkiney, a large PE coach, launched for tip-off against the center of the opposing team, the faculty won and had the ball. Sean then activated his interface. Quickly, he took control of the two forwards that were blocking the Coach’s way. Next, the Coach passed the ball to Mr. Fritts, the sixth grade Science teacher, who shot it up for three and made the shot.
The rude students booed, but Sean Sporman cheered for the good guys, the Faculty. “And, no,” Sean said to no one in particular, “I’m not trying to become a teacher’s pet.”
“How do we know that?” asked a student that didn’t like him very much.
“Because,” Sean Sporman replied with a smile, “I already am.”
As the ball was thrown in by the Point Guard to the Power Forward of the student team, the Forward shot it up for three from way backcourt for no reason that anyone could know, except Sean Sporman of course, because he was controlling them all.
Coach Wallace got the ball back and passed it to Mrs. Rheuby, who shot up and scored another three pointer. Sean cheered and some students booed. The younger cheerleaders, attempting to cheer for the student team, had not cheered yet. But, the eighth grade cheerleaders, for the teachers, had been cheering. Sean smiled. The game was going the way he wanted it to.
January 31st 1998-Pittman Practice Field-2:10 PM
The faculty was shocking everyone in the gym, from ages eleven to sixty-five, teachers to students and even the playing Janitors. They were leading ninety-four to nothing. In fact, over seventy-five students had left in protest and returned to their classes.
With two seconds left, Sean Sporman decided to have a little bit of sympathy and used one of the hidden tractor beams to guide the students buzzer-beater trey into the net for three points. But, what was important as that the faculty had stomped the students. Adults had beaten teenagers at sports. And, the cheerleaders of the eighth grade and him were cheering on the same team. As Sean, using a transporter to beam the control unit and installed technologies away, began to walk down, Mister Redcross met him. “Well, Sean,” Redcross began, “I have to say that you certainly know which team to root for! The Pittman Student Basketball Team acted like fools! The faculty whooped them!”
“Well, maybe now they’ll think twice before taking on the teachers and breaking a rule.” Sporman replied, and Redcross laughed.
“Well, I have to be getting back to reporting on the school. See you for the afternoon weather update.” Sean nodded as Redcross walked off. He was then met by some of the cheerleaders.
“Did you see that, Sean? The teachers literally crushed the students.” Rachel smiled at Sean and Sean smiled back.
“Yes I did.”
“Well,” Heather began, smiling, “He did help us cheer!” Sean and the cheerleaders laughed.
“What a cutie he is! Let’s chase him!” Meagan proclaimed.
Sean smiled as he looked outside and saw the snow begin to fall, right on schedule. The snow craziness would set in soon. But, before the four beautiful eight graders could chase him, June Gabert threw a set of firecrackers down in front of them, causing smoke to thicken the room. As the black smoke choked the already-smelly school air, Sean fired his phaser under the shroud of smoke toward one of the doors causing it to explode outward in a fly of sparks.
The smoke began to clear as Sean began to assist the cheerleaders outside two at a time, to prevent them from getting smoke inhalation. Sean did worry about them being cold in their cheerleader uniforms though and he wished he could do something about it.
As Sean assisted the last cheerleader outside, he thanked goodness that the lost and found had been moved in front of the concession stand and picked up four coats for the now-freezing cheerleaders. “Are you ok?” Sean asked to the four of them.
“I’m fine.” Casey Payne replied.
“Hey, you were right!” Rachel exclaimed. “It did snow!”
Heather looked up in excitement. “I knew you would get it. And Robert said it was going to be in the fifties today.”
“Who did that firecracker thing?” Meagan Hall inquired.
“You for should go to the office and stay there, tell Mister Redcross it’s a code six.”
“A code six.” Heather replied, “Right.”
“Hey, what are you going to do?” Rachel asked.
“Find out who is behind this.” Answered Sean. The four cheerleaders then began to run off.
“Well,” Heather said as they began to run, “He’s better than anyone in my grade that I know.”
Sean smiled, having actually heard Heather’s comment, as he walked back in. Even though he had already altered the timeline—
“Wait a second!” Sean said aloud, still standing outside the Gym Lobby, snow continuing to accumulate, “Could this be a holodeck, or is it real?” Sean thought for a second and forgot the thought, “Who cares? Now, to save the day!”
Walking through the smoke, Sean recalled the event as how it had actually happened. A mysterious and unknown attacker had attempted to hurl the middle school into chaos by using firecrackers. But, it didn’t work for reasons Sean did not know. But, Sean Sporman felt that something would be different in this situation.
Choking his way through the nearly-pitch black smoke, he saw June holding a match over a heavy concentration of fireworks with two people nearby. One was a friend and ally of Sean, Lacey Sullivan. Another was Heather’s boyfriend in the eighth grade, whom Sean knew as David.
If he were a normal human, Sean might have considered running and slapping his one backup communicator on Lacey’s arm and using his micro-transporter to beam her five meters away, at least where she would be safe and just ignoring David. But, that was not Sean’s way. Sean practiced the way of a Starfleet officer, protecting all who were innocent. But, anyway, Sean was Heather’s girlfriend now.
Just as Sean formulated a plan to rescue the two innocents, Alicia Gabert suddenly walked in the hall. She dropped the books that she had been carrying in shock. “June, what are you doing?”
Sean, still hidden by smoke and a wall, watched in interest. “Alicia, stay out of this! If I can get one of the staff in here, I will let them watch me blow up a chunk of the school. This is only an assurance prize.”
Sean thanked himself for replicating a voice synthesizer earlier, even if he planned to use it to fake out the voice of the cheerleader’s boyfriends and force a pile of break-ups. He might even use it to get the students that were in trouble caught. But, right now, he was going to use it to fake the voice of Mister Redcross, phase one of his quickly-formulated plan. “This is Redcross, June, I am here!”
As June turned, distracted, Sean ran into the corridor and slapped his backup communicator on Lacey as he tapped his activation node for the micro-transporter, and she began to dematerialize. Then, he decked June with his fist, using the personal shield as a strength enhancer. “Ow, I’ve never punched before, purely twenty-fourth century energy weapons.”
Next, he signaled David to run, which he did. Alicia run as well. The situation had been solved. And thanks to the built-in and programmable memory eraser in the micro-transporter, there were no worries about exposing the technology to the past.
Lacey, confused after such an incident, smiled at Sean. “What just happened?”
Sean smiled back. Turning through the now-clearing smoke, Sean saw David, boyfriend of Heather in the eighth grade. “Eighth, but not ninth.” Sean muttered almost silently under his breath.
“Hey, thanks for saving me.” David said, “I owe you one.” Sean wondered how this would change the history banks on board the Enterprise, not to mention reality itself.
But then, Sean smiled as he prepared to do some more time-traveling, to an event that he had actually skipped, the Library Aide Christmas Party. “Now, that was great fun…”
December 15, 1997-Pittman Middle School-1:29 PM
“…and here is Jr. Superintendent, Andy Blackerby.” On the television that Mrs. Gilliland and Mrs. Brennan watched, a young and handsome and smiling young man in his twenties, walked to the podium. To his back was the logo of the Jefferson County School System.
“Thank you very much, Ms. Jones.” The applause died off. “Greetings from here, of course!” Blackerby laughed at his own forced joke, but no one else. “Anyway, I welcome you. As you know, the current superintendent, Mr. John-John—“ The crowd actually laughed at that one…a little bit. “Johnny Blackwell will be retiring in 1999 and I will take command. I very much look forward to that cool event with my mouth wide open, because the ceremony will be at lunch time.” Again, only a little bit of laughter.
Mrs. Brennan turned the television off. “Great, he looks and acts young enough to be in diapers.”
Mrs. Gilliland disagreed. “No, I think a bright and optimistic young mind is what we need.”
“Yeah, next thing you will be saying is that Sean Sporman actually didn’t crash those three computers.” Mrs. Brennan retorted.
“Well, I didn’t.” Sean Sporman, said smiling as he entered the room.
“Aren’t you early?” Mrs. Brennan asked, not exactly friends with this particular library aide and weatherman.
“By only forty-seven seconds.” Sean replied, attempting to remain cheerful.
“Well Sean, you may be happy to know that for some strange reason, Robert Richardson can’t make it to the party today. He said that his sister Sally needed him for a project of hers.” No that wasn’t Sean forcing that event, but that had actually happened.
“Want the weather, Sean?” Mrs. Gilliland asked politely, handing him the television’s remote control.
“You are actually giving him command of an electronic device?” Mrs. Brennan gaped in shock. “He already has crashed—“
As Sean turned on the television, Mrs. Gilliland interrupted. “He didn’t crash those computers, I checked, it was the power surge that happened twelve days ago—“
“But he did say he knew everything about computers.” Brennan added.
Sean smiled. “Well, I might not know everything.”
Gilliland smiled. “See, he’s smarter already.” Just then, Rachel Waters entered the room and everything froze. Sean also froze for a second as the Pittman library disappeared in a shimmer of light, a shimmer from a temporal transporter beam.
Present Time-Hueytown Academy OPS-1:29 PM
Sean Sporman, in civilian clothes typical to the seventh grade year, materialized on the transporter pad in OPS. The first person he saw was Heather Allgood, in her usual female Commander’s Starfleet uniform.
“He’s back!” Heather exclaimed, running onto the pad and hugging her boyfriend. Sean, still slightly in shock from the temporal transition, smiled and blushed anyway. Looking around OPS, he saw Jordan, Meagan, Lucy, Mrs. Lindsay and Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge and Commander Data.
“You did it, Commander!” Lucy Camden exclaimed from behind the OPS Master Situation Monitor.
Finally out of shock, Sean asked, “What happened?”
“Well,” Lucy began, “You were walking on the field, talking to me and Heather, remember. And, suddenly you disappeared. So, we ran back to OPS, but not before contacting the Enterprise.”
“How long was I gone?” Sean asked, finally off of the transporter pad.
“Three days.” Heather replied, “or seventy-two hours.”
“So, tell me the rest of the story.” Sean requested.
Three days from present-USS Enterprise-E-Startime 847 Hours
Lucy Camden and Heather Allgood materialized in Transporter Room three of the Federation Starship Enterprise, registry number one-seven-oh-one E, the sixth ship to bear the name. They were met by Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge, chief engineer of that starship.
“You called?” Commander La Forge responded dryly.
“Sean has disappeared. We require your assistance.”
Present
“…and it was only a matter of time, pun not intended, until we found out that it was a temporal anomaly.” Lucy continued the story, “And, Commander Data of the Federation Proto-council determined a way to get you back.”
“And?” Sean tried not to sound impatient.
“Typical Sean.” Jordan commented.
“That wasn’t necessary.” Mrs. Lindsay commented.
“Anyway,” Lucy continued, “After we modified the transporter for temporal transport, Commander La Forge reported one uncertainty. He couldn’t be sure if history would be altered.”
“I still remember it, but that doesn’t prove anything.” Sean replied, “Well, all of you probably need some rest. Go home and we can let the holograms take command.”
“Thanks.” The others said, quickly exiting OPS, except for Heather Allgood, who walked up to Sean.
“Where did you go to?” Heather inquired.
“Well, I was in my seventh grade year, making things almost perfect.”
As Heather prepared to walk out, she smiled at Sean and said, “I’ll remember the hero of the game where you saved us.” Sean let his mouth hang open as the beautiful sophomore exited the control center of Hueytown Academy. Could that have been the seventh grade game? Or another game? Only time could tell…
And on the next episode…prepare for a shocking revelation as some of the world’s greatest singers and musicians mysteriously and suddenly lose their talents. Can Hueytown Academy solve their problem? Or will they be out-of-key for eternity? Find out on the next exciting episode!
Episode 17 of Gopher’s Gateway
Story by Sean Sporman
Written by Sean Sporman
September 19th, 1997-Pittman Middle School-11:30 PM
Pittman Middle School at this time had a celebrity of sorts. This celebrity was the weatherman of this school. Just a minute ago, this celebrity had entered one of Pittman Middle School’s restrooms and had not come out. However, this celebrity was now in the seventh grade hall, having never entered the restrooms. It was not the Sean Sporman of September 19th, 1997. It was Sean Sporman from December 1st, 1999, who had been transported back in time.
“I’ve been taken back in time and temporally deaged!” Sean Sporman exclaimed to himself, “But I still have my tricorder, phaser, portable replicator and personal shield!” He looked around and saw no one in the hall. He quickly popped out his tricorder and commenced a level one scan. “I’m not here, at least the me of this time, so this should be interesting. My seventh grade year at 11:30, that means I’m in…” Sean frowned, “PE. But, remember Sporman, the actual PE is the only bad part.” Sean put away his tricorder. “Now, to get out of this Starfleet uniform and into some more conspicuous, I mean, typical clothing.” Sean ran into the bathroom in the sixth grade hall.
September 19th, 1997-Pittman Middle School-11:35 PM
Having changed out of his Captain’s Starfleet uniform and into clothes that fit him better and were more typical, Sean Sporman had proceeded back to his PE class without incident. Even Coach Wallace, the PE coach, was not in the least bit suspicious. However, he had discovered something interesting. He had the ability to time-travel back and forward thru time somehow, but he decided to stay for just a little while.
Jordan Reeves, still a friend of Sean at the time, walked up to him after going for a drink of water. “Hey, Sporman, what’s up?”
“Hey, Jordan!” Sean said, “Oh, just the usual.”
“Well then, after what happened yesterday, I can understand why you would be smiling about that.”
Sporman chuckled, now knowing what Jordan spoke of. That was what Sean had called the trigger for the flood up cool events involving girls that happened during his seventh grade year at Pittman Middle. “I’m glad you understand.”
Sean then looked toward one of the basketball goals and saw Derik Olvey and Michael Redman taking turns at shooting hoops. He walked up to them. “Hey, may I take a shot?” Sean asked.
“Sure.” Michael responded as he passed Sean the ball. Sean tapped at his personal shield, hidden under his shirt, to influence the ball with an invisible tractor beam as some girls that he knew walked by. Shooting from the free throw line, he shot and rang it with nothing but net. Flashing a smile, Sean looked to see Meagan Hall, Casey Payne, Amanda Epperson and Lisa Bowden of the eighth grade cheer for him. In fact, Meagan and Casey walked over.
“Hey, Sean!” Meagan greeted, smiling. “Now, Derik, can you beat that?”
Sean smiled at the opportunity. This time he reprogrammed his tractor beam to make the ball miss by a mile. Derik jumped and shot and it flew crazily over the backboard. Sean could not suppress his laugh as Meagan hugged him.
“I guess Sporman is better!” Meagan exclaimed. “Go figure.” She then began to walk away. “Brains over Braun they always say.” Sean waved at the two eighth-grade girls as he met up with Jordan Reeves once more.
“How did you do that, Sean?” Jordan asked in disbelief.
Sean smiled still. “Luck, Mr. Reeves, pure luck.”
September 19th, 1997-Pittman Middle School-12:00 PM
After the other boys changed back into their regular clothes, since today was a don’t have to-dress out-day, the girls from the other PE class stood in the hall by the door which led down the hall to the other classes. Following orders from the PE coach, the boys could not pass a certain line or they would be in violation of rules. However, that did not mean that long-distance communication was possible.
Sean smiled as listened to a conversation between Casey Payne and Brooke Stephens. “Now, I don’t understand, I’ve never seen Derik miss a free throw like that.” Casey continued, “But, Sporman did it perfect and Derik hurled it over the backboard like it was some kind of bomb!”
“I didn’t see it, but it is shocking.” Brooke replied.
“Hey, there he is, Mr. Weather, himself!” Meagan Hall exclaimed, “I liked your morning weather today!”
“Why thank you!” Sean replied, “That high pressure area…”
While Sean began explaining the daily weather situation, Trent McMahan and Jeff McNeely were in disbelief. “Now, how come Mr. Skinny over there gets to talk with Meagan and them and I can’t even get June!”
Trent shook his head. “I agree. Let’s beat ‘em!”
“Yeah!” Jeff agreed as the two walked threateningly over to Sean Sporman, who was still talking about the weather. Sean was hit by a fist from Jeff, but stood firm, thanks no less to his personal shield.
Trent got a wooden board and slammed it into Sean’s side. Sean didn’t even blink thanks to his Starfleet personal shield. Sean then quickly pinched Trent’s neck with the Vulcan Neck Pinch and he fell unconscious. “Now, you know I never get into those primitive and out-of-date fist fights.” Sean said as he looked at Jeff, who screamed in a very prepubescent voice while he ran away. Sporman heard applause from the girls across the hall as the bell for the seventh graders rang. As he exited, he smiled at the girls. Jordan Reeves followed him.
“So, you like the staggered bell schedule, Jordan?” Sean inquired.
But, Jordan did not want to discuss that. “Sean Sporman, I don’t know how you did it, but you survived a mugging.”
“Come on, I’m the school weatherman, no one can mess with me.”
As Jordan walked off, he said one more thing. “I bet you really look forward for the next pep rally now, don’t you?”
Sean smiled, “You bet!” As Sean proceeded down the hall, he passed Cathy Frederick, a library aide for fourth period. Sean smiled at her and she smiled back. Smiling, he entered the library.
First he saw Ms. Gilliland, the assistant librarian, working at one of the computers. “Well, Sean, you get lucky today. Since Mrs. Brennan is not here today, you don’t even have to touch a book if you don’t want to.”
“Well, I may not like sorting them, but I do like reading them.” Sean responded, as he placed one of his seventh-grade Spormanworld Notebooks and two writing devices called pencils as he sat down. Flipping open the notebook, Sean saw the progressing design for the Ultra Sporman Ten Story Tall Mall. Thanks to help from RLC friends Brooke Thompson and Lacey Sullivan, he had put some clothes stores in there. That didn’t mean that he didn’t have more weather and computer stores though.
“Hey, Sean! How you doing?” Sean looked up from his notebook to see Rachel Waters sitting on the opposite side of him, smiling.
Normally, Sean would have struggled to stammer out an answer. But, he responded, looking straight at her, “Doing great! How about you, Rachel?”
Taken aback by Sean’s sudden confidence, she responded, “Just great. I’ve been talking to Robert, he told me about your…what did he call it…Spormanworld.”
Sean smiled, sliding the notebook to where Rachel could see it. “This here is,” Sean, decided to use the name he called after the Tall Mall, “Galleria Spormanworld. A ten story tall mall packed with enough shopping until Star Trek comes true.”
“That’s cool.” Rachel responded as the bell rang for eighth graders to go to their fifth period class. “Well, I have to go, bye Sean!”
“Bye, Rachel!” Rachel smiled as she exited the door to go to her next class.
Sean was also smiling. Suddenly, Ms. Gilliland handed him a Pepsi. “I thought that Mrs. Eward, last years librarian, had allowed cokes. Thanks, by the way.”
Sean opened the Pepsi and took a quick sip as Ms. Gilliland responded. “She did, you remember coming in here during your lunch and study class last year and surfing the net, don’t you?”
“Of course.” Responded Sean. “Now, let me see about this mall…”
September 19th, 1997-Pittman Middle School-12:24 PM
As Sean Sporman finally finished off his can of Pepsi, he heard the left side library doors open. He saw Robert Richardson, the other library aide of this period, enter. “As a wise woman once said, Prepare for trouble.”
While not exactly at war with Robert, they were constantly bickering. Sean thought that he himself was the best and Robert thought differently. Of course, having the cheerleaders of the eighth grade liking and talking to Sean didn’t help matters much for Robert. “So, number sixteen, I heard about you beating a free-throw contest with the captain of your grade’s basketball team. I don’t believe it.”
Sean shook his head. “Believe it. You do believe what Meagan says don’t you?”
“Why should I believe her?” Robert retorted.
“No wonder you have such a bad disposition. You’ll never get any girl friends with those manners.” Sean Sporman smiled as he took a sip from another Pepsi from Ms. Gilliland, who handed Robert a Mountain Dew.
“Now, see here! Where did your sudden ego-boost come from?” Robert questioned as he opened and sipped from his own soft drink.
“I’m just learning from experience my friend. So, tell me more about…Rachel Waters. You never went out with her, right?” Robert glared at Sean.
September 19th, 1997-Pittman Middle School-1:10 PM
“Mrs. Gabert, we here at Pittman Middle hope to educate your two daughters. And while Alicia is fine…”
Mrs. Gabert allowed her eyebrow to arch, as she talked with Joseph Redcross, principal of Pittman Middle School. Looking at Pittman’s digital clock, it turned to 1:11 quickly. “What did June do?”
“Well,” Mr. Redcross turned at the sight of Mr. Smith, an assistant principal, dragging a screaming, kicking June Gabert down the hall. Mrs. Gabert and Mr. Redcross walked into the hall. Meanwhile, Sean Sporman sat in shock in one of the office chairs. He had delivered a note from Ms. Gilliland to the office. “Alicia was June’s sister. Why, I knew her. I wonder where she went…what a smart and nice girl she was, almost the complete opposite of the ninny head, June.”
Sean stood up and exited the office, while glancing at the event that occurred. Walking into an unoccupied hall, Sean flipped open his tricorder. “Well, I think we need to head a little bit forward in time to the football game where I actually talked to the cheerleaders.” He tapped on his tricorder and entered the time and place to where he wished to travel. Then, he saw the subspace tear open up and as he started to walk into it, he said, “Well, it’s not quantum, but it is temporal.” He then jumped into the temporal anomaly and forward in time.
November 12, 1997-Gilmore Bell Stadium-7:00 PM
Having programmed the temporal coordinates to place him in a section where no one was at the time, Sean Sporman appeared in the stadium in different civilian clothing appropriate for the time and event. Smiling, he then walked in and became part of the crowd.
So far it was the first quarter and Pittman was ahead two to zero thanks to a safety tackle executed by the Nickel back. But, it wasn’t the football game that was important.
Passing by Jordan Reeves, Sean walked down to the bleachers that were basically in front of the cheerleaders, just like he did in the real event. But, then he saw Robert Richardson. “As the same wise woman said, ‘prepare for trouble and make it double.’”
“Hey, Rachel, why don’t you do a cheer for me?” Robert Richardson asked.
What Rachel said shocked both Robert and Sean. “No, but we’ll do one for Sporman!” Sean sat back and smiled, allowing his ego to do the talking for him.
“Well, Robert, see who is number one here.”
“Yeah!” Meagan Hall agreed.
Another cheerleader had caught interest in the situation. With flowing brown hair and blue eyes, she stepped up and asked a question. Her name was Heather Allgood. “Who is Sean Sporman? Isn’t he the weatherman?”
Sean Sporman also knew of this event well. First contact with Heather Allgood. It had really happened that the cheerleaders had explained who he was. But, as he had been doing, Sean decided to change history.
Sean stood up. “Yes, Ma’am. That’s me. I now give ten weather reports a week. Nice to meet you, Heather.”
“You too, Sean. So, what’s the forecast for tonight!”
It was a good thing that Sean had looked up the weather report for that night. “Well, my forecast shows a thirty percent chance or rain tonight, but I looked at the Doppler radar image and it would seem that the three showers will fly around us.”
Rachel smiled. “See, he does know his stuff.” She then looked at Robert, “Well, Robert, I bet you don’t know the weather.”
Robert stammered to answer. “Well…um…”
Heather decided to join in. “Robert doesn’t know. Sporman does. It’s as simple as that.”
Sean Sporman would be frowning no longer.
January 26th 1998-Pittman Middle School-11:47 AM
It was another new year, but Sean Sporman was still in the seventh grade as was everyone else that was in the seventh grade the previous year. Right now, Sean Sporman’s Physical Education class was playing Volleyball.
In the bleachers that were above the main gym floor sat several of the eighth grade friends and cheerleaders that knew Sean Sporman.
Now, until this day, Sean Sporman had never served the ball over the net…
Stepping up to serve, Sean Sporman was ready. Even though he had not yet served it over the net, he enjoyed it anyway. But, there was an additional factor to consider, a large additional factor. The cheerleaders on the upper bleachers were now cheering for him.
As the opposing team already began to rotate, Sean, with no help of his Federation technology, served the ball over the net and it landed inside, scoring a point for the blue team. The cheerleaders cheered for Sean, while Coach Wallace added a point to push the blue team to a tie with the red team.
“Well,” BJ Shores added, “I bet you can’t do that again!”
“We’ll see about that!” Sean said as he received the white ball again. Again, as the cheerleaders cheered and without any influence from his Federation technology, he served the ball over the net and it landed as BJ Shores dived for the ball. Instead, the ball hit the floor and Shores fell flat on his face.
“Yes, I certainly saw it.” Sporman smiled as the cheerleaders cheered once again. The blue team was now tied with the red team. On the other side, as BJ stood up, another team member, David Oblo, taunted Sean, “Well, you are certainly a good one, but I’m better!”
Sean served the ball yet again without the help of the technology and it flew over the net. Oblo ran for it, but the ball fell too fast and Sporman had scored another point. His fellow team members and the cheerleaders were cheering for him as the Blue Team took the lead.
Three more serves and three more points. Now, in the original event, the seventh serve didn’t make it. Would Sean let it happen like it did originally? “Ha!” Sporman said aloud.
Activating his tractor beam, he served the ball over the net, but one of the players on the opposing team actually got to it. With a light-speed adjustment to the tractor-beam emitter, the ball slammed into one of the ceiling fans. As everyone got quiet, Sean Sporman took one step forward and said, “And the fans go wild!”
The gym filled with laughter and applause.
January 31st 1998-Pittman Practice Field-1:53 PM
Just a few days after the Volleyball game, the gym was filled with people for a game of a different kind. This was one of Pittman Middle School’s famous faculty vs. student Basketball games. As it had originally happened, the students had beaten the faculty this year. Sean Sporman, friend of cheerleaders, smart people and teachers, was not about to let that happen. He wore a special, but cloaked, headset that was interface with the visible controller he was holding. The controller was modeled after the Nintendo Sixty-Four’s famous controller for a reason. With the tractor beams and hidden anti-grav generators, Sean could now control the ten people on the court like a video game.
As Coach McCkiney, a large PE coach, launched for tip-off against the center of the opposing team, the faculty won and had the ball. Sean then activated his interface. Quickly, he took control of the two forwards that were blocking the Coach’s way. Next, the Coach passed the ball to Mr. Fritts, the sixth grade Science teacher, who shot it up for three and made the shot.
The rude students booed, but Sean Sporman cheered for the good guys, the Faculty. “And, no,” Sean said to no one in particular, “I’m not trying to become a teacher’s pet.”
“How do we know that?” asked a student that didn’t like him very much.
“Because,” Sean Sporman replied with a smile, “I already am.”
As the ball was thrown in by the Point Guard to the Power Forward of the student team, the Forward shot it up for three from way backcourt for no reason that anyone could know, except Sean Sporman of course, because he was controlling them all.
Coach Wallace got the ball back and passed it to Mrs. Rheuby, who shot up and scored another three pointer. Sean cheered and some students booed. The younger cheerleaders, attempting to cheer for the student team, had not cheered yet. But, the eighth grade cheerleaders, for the teachers, had been cheering. Sean smiled. The game was going the way he wanted it to.
January 31st 1998-Pittman Practice Field-2:10 PM
The faculty was shocking everyone in the gym, from ages eleven to sixty-five, teachers to students and even the playing Janitors. They were leading ninety-four to nothing. In fact, over seventy-five students had left in protest and returned to their classes.
With two seconds left, Sean Sporman decided to have a little bit of sympathy and used one of the hidden tractor beams to guide the students buzzer-beater trey into the net for three points. But, what was important as that the faculty had stomped the students. Adults had beaten teenagers at sports. And, the cheerleaders of the eighth grade and him were cheering on the same team. As Sean, using a transporter to beam the control unit and installed technologies away, began to walk down, Mister Redcross met him. “Well, Sean,” Redcross began, “I have to say that you certainly know which team to root for! The Pittman Student Basketball Team acted like fools! The faculty whooped them!”
“Well, maybe now they’ll think twice before taking on the teachers and breaking a rule.” Sporman replied, and Redcross laughed.
“Well, I have to be getting back to reporting on the school. See you for the afternoon weather update.” Sean nodded as Redcross walked off. He was then met by some of the cheerleaders.
“Did you see that, Sean? The teachers literally crushed the students.” Rachel smiled at Sean and Sean smiled back.
“Yes I did.”
“Well,” Heather began, smiling, “He did help us cheer!” Sean and the cheerleaders laughed.
“What a cutie he is! Let’s chase him!” Meagan proclaimed.
Sean smiled as he looked outside and saw the snow begin to fall, right on schedule. The snow craziness would set in soon. But, before the four beautiful eight graders could chase him, June Gabert threw a set of firecrackers down in front of them, causing smoke to thicken the room. As the black smoke choked the already-smelly school air, Sean fired his phaser under the shroud of smoke toward one of the doors causing it to explode outward in a fly of sparks.
The smoke began to clear as Sean began to assist the cheerleaders outside two at a time, to prevent them from getting smoke inhalation. Sean did worry about them being cold in their cheerleader uniforms though and he wished he could do something about it.
As Sean assisted the last cheerleader outside, he thanked goodness that the lost and found had been moved in front of the concession stand and picked up four coats for the now-freezing cheerleaders. “Are you ok?” Sean asked to the four of them.
“I’m fine.” Casey Payne replied.
“Hey, you were right!” Rachel exclaimed. “It did snow!”
Heather looked up in excitement. “I knew you would get it. And Robert said it was going to be in the fifties today.”
“Who did that firecracker thing?” Meagan Hall inquired.
“You for should go to the office and stay there, tell Mister Redcross it’s a code six.”
“A code six.” Heather replied, “Right.”
“Hey, what are you going to do?” Rachel asked.
“Find out who is behind this.” Answered Sean. The four cheerleaders then began to run off.
“Well,” Heather said as they began to run, “He’s better than anyone in my grade that I know.”
Sean smiled, having actually heard Heather’s comment, as he walked back in. Even though he had already altered the timeline—
“Wait a second!” Sean said aloud, still standing outside the Gym Lobby, snow continuing to accumulate, “Could this be a holodeck, or is it real?” Sean thought for a second and forgot the thought, “Who cares? Now, to save the day!”
Walking through the smoke, Sean recalled the event as how it had actually happened. A mysterious and unknown attacker had attempted to hurl the middle school into chaos by using firecrackers. But, it didn’t work for reasons Sean did not know. But, Sean Sporman felt that something would be different in this situation.
Choking his way through the nearly-pitch black smoke, he saw June holding a match over a heavy concentration of fireworks with two people nearby. One was a friend and ally of Sean, Lacey Sullivan. Another was Heather’s boyfriend in the eighth grade, whom Sean knew as David.
If he were a normal human, Sean might have considered running and slapping his one backup communicator on Lacey’s arm and using his micro-transporter to beam her five meters away, at least where she would be safe and just ignoring David. But, that was not Sean’s way. Sean practiced the way of a Starfleet officer, protecting all who were innocent. But, anyway, Sean was Heather’s girlfriend now.
Just as Sean formulated a plan to rescue the two innocents, Alicia Gabert suddenly walked in the hall. She dropped the books that she had been carrying in shock. “June, what are you doing?”
Sean, still hidden by smoke and a wall, watched in interest. “Alicia, stay out of this! If I can get one of the staff in here, I will let them watch me blow up a chunk of the school. This is only an assurance prize.”
Sean thanked himself for replicating a voice synthesizer earlier, even if he planned to use it to fake out the voice of the cheerleader’s boyfriends and force a pile of break-ups. He might even use it to get the students that were in trouble caught. But, right now, he was going to use it to fake the voice of Mister Redcross, phase one of his quickly-formulated plan. “This is Redcross, June, I am here!”
As June turned, distracted, Sean ran into the corridor and slapped his backup communicator on Lacey as he tapped his activation node for the micro-transporter, and she began to dematerialize. Then, he decked June with his fist, using the personal shield as a strength enhancer. “Ow, I’ve never punched before, purely twenty-fourth century energy weapons.”
Next, he signaled David to run, which he did. Alicia run as well. The situation had been solved. And thanks to the built-in and programmable memory eraser in the micro-transporter, there were no worries about exposing the technology to the past.
Lacey, confused after such an incident, smiled at Sean. “What just happened?”
Sean smiled back. Turning through the now-clearing smoke, Sean saw David, boyfriend of Heather in the eighth grade. “Eighth, but not ninth.” Sean muttered almost silently under his breath.
“Hey, thanks for saving me.” David said, “I owe you one.” Sean wondered how this would change the history banks on board the Enterprise, not to mention reality itself.
But then, Sean smiled as he prepared to do some more time-traveling, to an event that he had actually skipped, the Library Aide Christmas Party. “Now, that was great fun…”
December 15, 1997-Pittman Middle School-1:29 PM
“…and here is Jr. Superintendent, Andy Blackerby.” On the television that Mrs. Gilliland and Mrs. Brennan watched, a young and handsome and smiling young man in his twenties, walked to the podium. To his back was the logo of the Jefferson County School System.
“Thank you very much, Ms. Jones.” The applause died off. “Greetings from here, of course!” Blackerby laughed at his own forced joke, but no one else. “Anyway, I welcome you. As you know, the current superintendent, Mr. John-John—“ The crowd actually laughed at that one…a little bit. “Johnny Blackwell will be retiring in 1999 and I will take command. I very much look forward to that cool event with my mouth wide open, because the ceremony will be at lunch time.” Again, only a little bit of laughter.
Mrs. Brennan turned the television off. “Great, he looks and acts young enough to be in diapers.”
Mrs. Gilliland disagreed. “No, I think a bright and optimistic young mind is what we need.”
“Yeah, next thing you will be saying is that Sean Sporman actually didn’t crash those three computers.” Mrs. Brennan retorted.
“Well, I didn’t.” Sean Sporman, said smiling as he entered the room.
“Aren’t you early?” Mrs. Brennan asked, not exactly friends with this particular library aide and weatherman.
“By only forty-seven seconds.” Sean replied, attempting to remain cheerful.
“Well Sean, you may be happy to know that for some strange reason, Robert Richardson can’t make it to the party today. He said that his sister Sally needed him for a project of hers.” No that wasn’t Sean forcing that event, but that had actually happened.
“Want the weather, Sean?” Mrs. Gilliland asked politely, handing him the television’s remote control.
“You are actually giving him command of an electronic device?” Mrs. Brennan gaped in shock. “He already has crashed—“
As Sean turned on the television, Mrs. Gilliland interrupted. “He didn’t crash those computers, I checked, it was the power surge that happened twelve days ago—“
“But he did say he knew everything about computers.” Brennan added.
Sean smiled. “Well, I might not know everything.”
Gilliland smiled. “See, he’s smarter already.” Just then, Rachel Waters entered the room and everything froze. Sean also froze for a second as the Pittman library disappeared in a shimmer of light, a shimmer from a temporal transporter beam.
Present Time-Hueytown Academy OPS-1:29 PM
Sean Sporman, in civilian clothes typical to the seventh grade year, materialized on the transporter pad in OPS. The first person he saw was Heather Allgood, in her usual female Commander’s Starfleet uniform.
“He’s back!” Heather exclaimed, running onto the pad and hugging her boyfriend. Sean, still slightly in shock from the temporal transition, smiled and blushed anyway. Looking around OPS, he saw Jordan, Meagan, Lucy, Mrs. Lindsay and Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge and Commander Data.
“You did it, Commander!” Lucy Camden exclaimed from behind the OPS Master Situation Monitor.
Finally out of shock, Sean asked, “What happened?”
“Well,” Lucy began, “You were walking on the field, talking to me and Heather, remember. And, suddenly you disappeared. So, we ran back to OPS, but not before contacting the Enterprise.”
“How long was I gone?” Sean asked, finally off of the transporter pad.
“Three days.” Heather replied, “or seventy-two hours.”
“So, tell me the rest of the story.” Sean requested.
Three days from present-USS Enterprise-E-Startime 847 Hours
Lucy Camden and Heather Allgood materialized in Transporter Room three of the Federation Starship Enterprise, registry number one-seven-oh-one E, the sixth ship to bear the name. They were met by Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge, chief engineer of that starship.
“You called?” Commander La Forge responded dryly.
“Sean has disappeared. We require your assistance.”
Present
“…and it was only a matter of time, pun not intended, until we found out that it was a temporal anomaly.” Lucy continued the story, “And, Commander Data of the Federation Proto-council determined a way to get you back.”
“And?” Sean tried not to sound impatient.
“Typical Sean.” Jordan commented.
“That wasn’t necessary.” Mrs. Lindsay commented.
“Anyway,” Lucy continued, “After we modified the transporter for temporal transport, Commander La Forge reported one uncertainty. He couldn’t be sure if history would be altered.”
“I still remember it, but that doesn’t prove anything.” Sean replied, “Well, all of you probably need some rest. Go home and we can let the holograms take command.”
“Thanks.” The others said, quickly exiting OPS, except for Heather Allgood, who walked up to Sean.
“Where did you go to?” Heather inquired.
“Well, I was in my seventh grade year, making things almost perfect.”
As Heather prepared to walk out, she smiled at Sean and said, “I’ll remember the hero of the game where you saved us.” Sean let his mouth hang open as the beautiful sophomore exited the control center of Hueytown Academy. Could that have been the seventh grade game? Or another game? Only time could tell…
And on the next episode…prepare for a shocking revelation as some of the world’s greatest singers and musicians mysteriously and suddenly lose their talents. Can Hueytown Academy solve their problem? Or will they be out-of-key for eternity? Find out on the next exciting episode!