Info: This story takes place in season four. Be careful reading, as I often flip between the past and the future. Disclaimer: I own Isabelle and Abby only.

New Beginnings

"Now, if I could just wedge this rock out of here, I should be able to get to the teleportation device once again," said Challenger. He was outside of the cave where the device was. Challenger was extremely exhausted from his days of work. He had been trying to get back to the teleportation machine, which had been buried by yards of rock. He had just one rock left to move. "Alright, George," Challenger said to himself. "You can do this." Challenger stood up once more. He pushed on the rather large rock with all of his might. "Yes!" Challenger exclaimed as the rock came out. He darted into the cave and hurriedly began fixing his pride and joy.

After many hours of cleaning the room, perfecting the shine, and replacing mirrors, Challenger was ready. He wanted to go just ten years into the future. "Then, with the knowledge of my future self, I could do great things." Challenger said, thinking aloud. He twisted and turned dials until they were set to exactly ten years into the future. "Let's hope it works this time." Challenger said. He didn't want his friends to come with him. It was too dangerous, considering what had happened last time. "Here we go," Challenger said, bracing himself. He stepped into the chalk drawn circle. There was a flash of light, followed by a loud 'boom' and Challenger was instantly transported exactly ten years into the future, or so he assumed. "Let's hope it worked" he said, and with that Challenger stepped out onto the plateau.

Marguerite was sitting on a chair in the tree-house, watching Finn show off her cartwheels and back flips, a book open in her hands. "Very impressive, Finn" she said, clearly not amused. "Well, I've never seen you do any of that. What's the matter, Marguerite? Am I too young to keep up with?" Finn teased. Marguerite loudly closed the book and set it on the table next to her. "Too young, huh?" Marguerite asked, annoyed. "That's what I said," Finn retorted. "Fine, then. Watch this." Marguerite said. She turned a cartwheel, and finished with a double back flip. "Too young," Marguerite laughed, returning to her book. Finn just stood there in utter amazement. "Well, you're definitely more flexible than I thought you were. Let's see if you're as smart." Finn said to herself. "Hey, um, Marguerite. If a square with a circle in it equals a triangle with a circle in it, what does a square with a triangle equal?" Finn asked. She had asked Veronica about it earlier, and Veronica got it horribly wrong. "It equals a triangle with a triangle in it." Marguerite remarked, in a 'duh, you idiot, you should know that' tone of voice. "Thanks," Finn remarked. "Yup," Marguerite replied. Finn headed towards the balcony.

Marguerite looked over at Finn. "She is a strange girl," Marguerite thought. She looked down at her book, then up at Finn. It was getting late, and Roxton and Challenger weren't back yet. Veronica wouldn't be back for a few days, so Marguerite wasn't worried about her. Marguerite walked towards Finn. She looked out over the jungle. "No sign of either of them," she thought. "So, Finn, what's on your mind?" Marguerite asked. Finn smirked. "Nothing much. What's on yours?" Finn asked, noticing Marguerite frequent glances across the jungle. "Oh, wait, don't answer. I already know. Roxton" Finn thought. She didn't dare say it, though. "Nothing, it's just getting late and I'm getting hungry." Marguerite lied. "Oh." Finn said. "I'm going to bed," she decided, yawning. "'Night," Finn said, heading towards the dorms. "Good night, Finn" Marguerite said. "Where are you, John." She said, soft enough so that Finn couldn't hear. Marguerite sat on the couch once more.

Roxton wandered through the jungle. "I'm coming, Marguerite. I'm coming" he said, answering her question.