Hi guys! So I know you all want to kill me for disappearing off the face of the earth but I was in a serious car accident and sustained some pretty funky injuries. Seriously, no joke. I'm actually in hospital right now ^_^ So yeah, I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT REPLYING TO ANYONE, BUT MY FINGERS DIED!!! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME. ahem. Here's the new chapter!

Jake's P.O.V

Apparently, the Doc had his own plane, but it was being repaired, so flying on it was out of the question. Doc's friend was a scientist as well, specializing in something only Scottie and Kitty could understand. After driving to Doc's mate's place with Dad, and after we finally got boarding permission or some crap like that, we were on the plane at last. It was a high luxury plane. I'm talking chandeliers, mini fridges, seats facing each other even a plasma screen T.V with what looked like some sort of Xbox. After briefly contemplating why a grown man, and a scientist at that, needed an Xbox, I found a place to sit with Dad. Kitty came and sat next to me, and because she was still locked in conversation with Mom, Mom sat next to Dad. Meaning they were sitting next to each other. Dad smirked slightly at that. Mom didn't seem to notice and neither she nor Kitty acknowledged either of us. But I could see Mom was blushing, just a little. I wouldn't admit it to anyone, but it was kind of cool watching our parents fall for each other. At least, that's what I think they were doing.

"So the Hyper Pods were a reward for any driver who didn't try to turn around?" Kitty was asking.

"Theoretically, yes," Mom said. "The Accelerons believed in going forward, not turning around. That being said, it's hard to believe that they would put hyper pods in all the seemingly dead ends. Though if Vert won the race because he didn't use Accelechargers, it does seem unlikely that-"

I rolled my eyes and sheared a look with Dad. He raised an eyebrow, asking a silent question. 'Are they always like this?'

I grinned, nodded and he laughed a little. Mom raised an eyebrow at him and turned back to Kitty. Dad's smirk grew wider.

"What do you think the Accelerons were hoping to achieve in the long run by building the realms, Kitty?" Mom continued, but stopped at the look on Kitty's face. "What's wrong?"

I turned to look at Kitty. "She wants you to call her Katana," I said. "That's her real name."

Dad's eyes widened. "That was my mother's name."

Kitty smiled, a rare occurrence since she usually went for the 'I'm so smoulderingly intense and serious' look. Hey, it worked for her. "I know," she said. "But only you two are allowed to call me that."

Dad was smiling with his eyes, like he sometimes does. Mom was smiling too. I felt like the odd one out, a little. The pilot said the plane was getting ready to take off and the little seat-belt light came on. Uh-oh. I had just remembered.

"I'm going to go sit with Dylan, while the plane takes off," I said, getting to my feet, knowing Kitty would explain, my absence.

I walked to Dylan's seat as fast as I could, without looking like a total idiot. He was sitting rigidly in his seat with Kylie, Tork and Maddie. He saw me, excused himself, and sat stiffly in the seat behind them.

I slipped into the seat next to him. "You okay?"

He looked at me. "Y-yeah!"

"Just sit tight. It'll be over before you know it."

He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah! I mean the chances of us crashing are, like, a billion to one." He paled and began rambling under his breath. "But that's still a chance. We could be that one! What if we are that one! We could be! The engine might blow. The propeller thingy might jam. A bird could fly into it. And that would be the end. Dead. Gone. Forever. But you know, that wont happen. But I bet that's what every one of those people who end up dying in plane crashes think just before they die."

You may already have guessed, but Dylan had a slight fear of flying. There's some special word for it, but I don't know what it is. You'll have to ask Kitty. He'd been on a plane before, and those were experiences he did not want to repeat. Kitty and I were the only ones who knew, me because I'm his best mate, Kitty because she's a master interrogator and wouldn't leave him alone till he told her.

"Dylan," I said. "Breathe. Relax. You've been on planes plenty of times before. Try not to think about it." I glanced at the seat belt sign. It was still on. "Want to play on the Xbox once we've taken off?"

Wrong thing to say. "T-taken off? As in the air?! Oh my god," he squeaked, barely moving his lips.

"Chill," I said, knowing he wouldn't.

After what seemed like forever the plane was finally in the air. Once the seat belt signs were turned off and we were able to move around the plane freely, I gently put my arm on Dylan's and guided him to the T.V. He sat in the seat directly in front of it but otherwise didn't move. I had to set up the Xbox, which was an Xbox 360, virtually an antique. It probably wasn't an antique then, of course, but for Dyl and me who I am proud to admit are video game addicts, it might as well have been. The Xbox's we had at home were so superior. But we'd make do. It would be an educational trip into the history of our culture, in a way.

I opened a cabinet and searched for a game worth playing. I came across Need For Speed Undercover. I racked my memory. The Need for Speed series were big, even in my time, but this was a waaaaay old video game. Still, it was better than nothing. I passed one of the controllers (seriously out-dated controllers, I feel compelled to add) to Dylan, and had to force it into his hands when he didn't take it. It seemed the antique Xbox controller was what was needed to snap Dylan out of it. He looked at me.

"What is this? The T-Rex of gaming?"

I shook my head. "No, this is probably the latest version."

"What game?" he asked. Showing interest. Good.

I handed him the case.

"Daaaaamn," he said, staring at it. "Now I know we've gone back in time."

It was about twenty minutes into the flight. Dan, Kylie, Maddie, Kitty, Tommy and Cammy were already asleep. Dylan was too on edge to be sleepy, but I was pretty exhausted. Scottie and Talia were the only ones from my time who were awake. Wide awake. And bored. For those two, that was never a good combination. For instance, Talia was teaching Sparky how to do the Soulja Boy dance. She had become obsessed with the dance after seeing it on MTV's 'Back in the Day'. The freaky thing was, Sparky was actually starting to get it. Shirako was watching them, playing 'Crank Dat' every few minutes. I never wanted to hear the song again.

Scottie had raided the mini fridge, and had discovered a can of whipped cream. Now he was squeezing the can's entire contents into a sleeping Daniel's slightly open mouth, and giggling maniacally to himself every few seconds. A minute or so later, Dan woke up coughing and spluttering, spraying whipped cream all over Monkey, Kurt and Pork Chop. I looked away. This wasn't going to be pretty.

I turned the Xbox console on and we started playing. We weren't used to all the limitations and the simplicity of the game, but we managed well enough. We finished in record time. A minute or two later Talia plopped herself down in a seat near us and stared at the console.

"Don't ask," Dylan said.

Talia saw the screen and laughed. "Is that Need for Speed?"

"Yup!" grinned Dylan, more or less completely relaxed now. "Undercover."

"No way!" cried Talia, pushing me aside and grabbing the controller. It's times like this that I wished I was able to hit a girl. "Woooooow. This is soooooo ancient!"

Since Talia was now playing, Dylan was immersed all over again. I decided it would be safe to leave, and went back to my seat to catch a few Zs (I have been hanging around Talia way too much…).

But when I went back I couldn't sleep. Kitty was sprawled over my seat. I didn't really have the heart to wake my sister (me, the loving, over protective elder brother. Because two and a half minutes is such a difference). The really amusing thing though, was Mom and Dad. Dad had had this grin on his face and had been whispering something in Mom's ear. Mom had been blushing. Of course, as soon as they had seen I was there they jumped apart. Not nearly quickly enough though, since I still had trouble concealing the smirk on my face.

Dad cleared his throat. "Dylan okay?"

"Yeah, he's cool," I replied still unable to wipe the grin off my face.

Then, Kurt and Nolo were behind me and asked me to sit with them. Mom and Dad followed us. We ended up siting with the other drivers, Lani, Doc and Daniel, who couldn't get back to sleep after the whipped cream incident.

"Hey thanks for convincing Lani to let us fly over there tonight," Nolo said to me.

"No problem," I replied. "So, what are we gonna do when we get over there?" The question had been bugging me for a while now. I mean did we even have a plan?

Kurt seemed to be thinking along the same lines. "Rescuing Markie was easier, because we knew a bit about the drones. But what do we know about the Silencerz?"

"Nothing you couldn't tell us, I'm sure," Dad said, looking at Doc.

"Gig said you used to work for them," Lani said, a little sadly. "He said you were the one who stole their technology, not the other way around."

This grabbed my attention. The Doc wouldn't steal. No way. I wanted to laugh at Lani for even suggesting it. I waited for the denial.

­The Doc sighed heavily, as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, and suddenly he seemed much older.

"Gig was telling the truth," he finally said, and to Dan's surprise and mine no one else seemed very shocked. It was almost as if they had expected it and nothing could surprise them anymore. I had almost swallowed my tongue.

"The Silencerz are…" the Doc took a long breath, and let it out. "They…they're, well essentially they're a cover up agency. They hide any sign of alien activity on earth from the public. They're an organization that deals with alien affairs."

"Area 51?" asked Monkey, wide eyed.

"The same sort of idea," the Doc said. "But not quite. The Silencerz don't believe that we should make contact, or have any sort of relationship with other sentient beings. They think it would be…unwise for us to communicate with extra terrestrial life forms."

"You mean aliens?" asked Nolo

"What's that got to do with anything?" snapped Pork Chop. I'd noticed he was getting very on edge.

"When the Silencerz heard of my work, they offered me a place in their organization. I jumped at the chance, but then I realized that what I wanted and what the Silencerz wanted were two very different things," the Doc shook his head and sighed miserably. "…None of that matters anymore…the realms have closed, my one opportunity to meet the Accelerons has gone. All those years of research…"

"This ain't about you any more!" snarled Wylde, startling me and everyone else. "It's about Vert and those kids! You used us, manipulated us to get what you wanted, and now that everything's gone down the toilet you expect us to feel sorry for you?"

"Wylde-" Lani began, but was interrupted by Nolo.

"No, Lani, he's right," he said, and I noticed it was the first time since the 'revelation' that either of them had acknowledged the others existence. Nolo glared at the Doc. "Get over yourself," he said in disgust.

"Nolo, Wylde, can it," Tork growled, and surprisingly, they both shut up. Tork turned to the Doc. "Look, Doctor Tezla, you're right. None of it matters anymore. Right now, all that matters is we find Vert and find a way to return our children back to their time."

I inwardly gasped and exchanged glances with Daniel. I hadn't even thought of how we were going to get back. Neither, apparently had he.

"To do that," Tork continued. "We need to know everything and anything you can tell us about the Silencerz. We need a plan. We can't just go in there and bust em up. We would get caught too."

"It's too bad we can't do it like we did last time," sighed Mom. "The Silencerz don't have sweepers." Then she looked up. "Unless…"

Kurt cottoned on to what she was thinking. "We disguise ourselves. Using Doctor Tezla's car."

Mom's mouth curved into a smile. "Exactly."

"The Silencerz know my car," the Doc said. "They'll realize something suspicious is going on."

The drivers shared a look. I couldn't interpret it.

"Tell us the what'll happen when we get there," Nolo demanded.

The Doc nodded. "We'll be landing on the mainland. Landing on the island itself is much too risky."

The drivers nodded.

"Once we're there, we'll hire a boat and sail out to the island. There's a little cove where we can anchor (A/N: I don't know what the word is in sailing terms, sorry!)."

The Doc hesitated. I knew why. He didn't know what we were going to do next.

"The base is in the middle of the island," the Doc continued after a while. "But it's hidden. I don't know if we'll be able to get in the way I used to."

"Will there be any guards or anything?" Dad asked.

"Yes," replied Doc. "And there are various training camps and booby traps set up all over the island."

"He said 'booby'," giggled Monkey, and Pork Chop groaned and hit him upside the head.

I stifled a yawn. Dad noticed.

"Tired?" he asked me, raising an eyebrow.

"No," I replied instantly, though another yawn immediately followed.

This time it was Mom's turn to raise her eyebrow. 'Bed." She said.

"Now," Dad added.

Wow. Even now they did the one word thing.

"Wow," Shirako grinned, speaking for the first time. "You two make a good team."

I didn't have to look to see the blushes on my parents' faces. Everyone laughed. Everyone except the Doc.

I grumbled a little, but eventually succumbed to exhaustion and agreed to sleep.

"You should go too," Kurt said to Daniel. "It's a long day tomorrow."

"What are you, my dad?" Daniel demanded, but grinned right after. Kurt had to smile.

Dan left to go back to his seat. Thankfully, Scottie had fallen asleep some time ago, so he couldn't bother Dan any more than he already had. I really wondered why those two were best friends sometimes. It was weird to see Daniel go off to bed without giving his father a goodnight hug. It was like a part of his 'thing-to-do-before-I-go-to-bed' routine back home. Both my generation Wylde's were such Daddy's boys. I guess Dan didn't do it today so he wouldn't freak Kurt out.

So it was that I trudged back to our seats and collapsed into my mother's chair. The last thing I heard before I slipped into oblivion was Tork and Nolo telling Dylan and Talia to get some sleep.

So what did you think? Please review. Yell at me all you like for being away for so long T-T BUT REVIEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!! ^_^