|Lost and Found
Author: Fiction3000 PM
After getting in trouble at school, Pamplemoose feels the best way for Vana and Eric to get along is through a one week marriage! Using a new copy of the Ga-Ga Goggles, Eric manages to get Vana under his wing again. But their relationship takes a turn for the worst when Vana becomes abusive. What's more, Eric may have finally found Maxum Man! But who was really behind his absence?Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Mystery - Eric N. & Vana G. - Chapters: 13 - Words: 36,627 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 06-11-12 - Published: 06-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8172535
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Hey, it's Eric here. WOW! NEAT! I'm the narrator of my own story! Well... this is a story about me.. and my hero, Maxum Man. Well... so it was before he went missing. Anyway, it was a typical morning for me at the Sidekick Academy. And what more typical than being chased by Vana... but not because she liked me, that's for certain.
"Come here, you!," shouted Vana as I ran from her. And I kept running. I knew if she caught me, I was done for! Though my legs were growing tired, and my body becoming light as a feather, I had no choice but to run just to protect my skin! But then, I saw an opening: Trevor's locker. If I were lucky enough, I could quickly hop in and lock myself inside.
"You'll never catch me!," I shouted, quickly running out of breath as I hopped into the locker. I closed the door behind me and locked myself inside. Vana stood outside, with her hands on her hips, as she yelled, "ERIC! Come out of there NOW so I can pummel you!"
Vana was then approached by Trevor. "Hey Vana, what's up?," he asked.
"Eric owes me for those stupid gaga goggles, THAT'S what's up, stupid!," she shouted.
"Hey, I know I'm stupid! I don't need you to remind me! I'll forget anyway!"
Kitty then approached the two. "Hey, guys. What's up?," she asked.
Vana rolled up her fists. "Eric is in need of a pummeling and he won't come out of Trevor's stupid, dirty as a pig farm, locker!"
Kitty gasped. "You wanna hit Eric? Poor Eric?," and went wild as she jumped Vana, attacking her like a wild animal.
"OW! Quit it!," Vana shouted as she kicked Kitty off, only to send her flying into a student in the hall. "OW!," cried the student. Kitty regained her balance, wiping her face and jumped at Vana with a flying kick, sending her into a wall. Vana then growled, picking up a trash can and charged at Kitty with it, only to shove it over her head and punch her in the gut. She then started to pummel Kitty's gut, only for Kitty to remove the trash can, regain composure, and slap a tooth out of Vana's mouth.
"WOOOH, CAT FIGHT!," cheered Trevor as he randomly pulled out a chair, a popcorn helmut, and had a front row seat. Trevor wasn't the only one getting excited over all this. Many students from around the hall began to surround Kitty and Vana in a circle, watching the two duke it out. But I felt so terrible about all this. The fight between Kitty and Vana evolved around me. Vana was fighting because she wanted to get Kitty out of the way to hurt me, and Kitty fought to protect me from Vana! While I puzzled on what would be the best thing for me to do, I heard the shout of a loud voice that said, "ENOUGH!"
It was then I realized I knew that voice from anywhere. It was none other than... Professor Pamplemoose.
Kitty and Vana immediately stopped fighting once they noticed. "What is the meaning of this?," asked Pamplemoose as he approached them on his hover chair.
Vana and Kitty began pointing fingers at one another, both accusing the opposite of having started the fight.
"SILENCE!," shouted Pamplemoose. "I will see you and Kitty after class!"
"Yes, Professor," said Vana and Kitty as they looked down in sadness.
"Good...," said a stern Pamplemoose. "The rest of you, back to class!," he commanded to the other students. "You too, Troublemeyer!"
"Can I at least keep my popcorn?," asked Trevor before Pamplemoose confiscated his bowl. "HEY!," yelled an angry Trevor.
I felt so bad... what was happening to Kitty and Vana was all my fault. Just then, I heard a knock on my locker door. But before I could try and open it, a disappointed Pamplemoose opened it for me.
"You're in trouble, too!," he shouted, touching my nose.
Pamplemoose decided he would see me, Kitty, and Vana after school. Strangely enough, for once, Trevor was the only one that day not in trouble. The three of us sat before him at his desk in the classroom.
"I hope you three realize violence in the Sidekick Academy-unless authorized-is strictly prohibited!," he said, angrily.
"But it wasn't our fault!," said Kitty. "Vana's the one who started it!"
"I most certainly did not," said Vana, folding her arms. "It was that nerd-wad, Eric!" Vana then came close to my face. "I TOLD you not to come to school today!"
"But I had to!," I said. "I mean, why would I stay home for no reason? Just so I could have make-up homework to do the next day? I think not!"
Vana rolled up her fists. "Listen, boy, you do what I SAY!"
Pamplemoose puzzled his chin, formulating an idea. "I see what the problem is here...," he said.
"You do?," Vana and I asked.
"You two are obviously mortal enemies. You can't really find a way to get along with one another. That's what got you into this mess," said Pamplemoose. "So I am giving you two a special homework assignment: marriage for one whole week!"
"MARRIAGE?," Vana and I shouted in surprise.
"MARRIAGE?," shouted Kitty in surprise. "ABSOLUTELY NOT! NO WAY! Why not marry Eric and I?"
"What?," I asked, curiously.
"What?," asked Kitty in the same curiosity, looking away from me.
"Why yes!," said Pamplemoose. "It is all too clear to see the only way you and Vana can get along-AND NEVER ALMOST DESTROY MY SCHOOL AGAIN-is to get to know each other a little better."
"But Pamplemoose, Vana hates me!," I pleaded.
"And I'd rather get married to one of Trevor's toenail clippings before I'd marry this loser!," pled Vana.
"And I'd rather Eric and I to be married before he married Vana," said Kitty.
"What?," I asked her again.
"What?," she replied, looking around the room, apparently clueless to my question.
"Regardless, get to this assignment, pronto!," commanded Pamplemoose. "Or else, I'll give you goosebumps an F for the entire quarter!"
I definitely didn't want an F on my report card for the entire quarter. Because after all, what would Maxum Brain do? Laugh at me until I was in my 40s! And speaking of that certain computer, it was time to pay him a visit.
When I got home from school, I wasted no time heading to the Maxum Mansion's security system: Maxum Brain, himself! I knew Vana would never be a good wife to me if we were to be married-because she hated my guts! So I asked Maxum Brain the most logical question I could think of:
"Can I borrow Maxum Man's alternate time machine?"
"No!," said Maxum Brain.
"WHAT?," I said in shock. "Why not?"
Maxum Brain sighed. "Because that time machine is only for Maxum Man's use! He gave me strict orders before his disappearance to protect it. So you cannot use it, Eric."
I winked to Brain. "But I'm his sidekick."
"When Maxum Man said no one, he meant no one! I don't know why he gave me such an order. But whatever the reason, that machine is off limits to you and everyone else but him!"
"Brain, you don't understand! I have to go back in time to retrieve the Ga-Ga Goggles when they were still in tact! It's the only way I can bring them back here to use on Vana... SO SHE WON'T PUMMEL ME 24/7 WHILE WE'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP!"
Maxum Brain sighed again and said, "Fine... Just realize the last time you used the Ga-Ga Goggles, things ended bad between you and Vana. What's more, as I said before, Maxum Man gave me-in his own words-'strict orders' to keep that alternate time machine off limits. But technically I am your guardian for now.. meaning I have to ensure you're always protected. If I were to stop you from finding a way to keep yourself away from an abusive relationship, I would be just as wrong as any other supervillain." Brain grew a stern expression, "Just remember... I do this because I care about you... not because Maxum Man didn't tell me to protect that machine."
I watched him with the same stern expression. "Alright then...," and pounded my fist to my palm. "I have to do this!"
Just then, Maxum Brain's eyes widened. "Wait... maybe we don't need the time machine!"
I looked to him curiously.
"There is a special feature I have, Eric. You don't have to go back to the past to retrieve the goggles." Brain smiled and continued, "I can bring a copy of the goggles to you!"
I was shocked to say the least. "SERIOUSLY?," I asked.
"Just tell me the date of a night before you used the goggles at school on Vana, and I'll be able to retrieve a copy of them from the past."
"Just curious, Brain...," I said, "Why can't you just retrieve the original goggles?"
"Isn't it obvious? If I were to retrieve the original goggles, the past Eric would have no way of using them on the past Vana, which could alter the present."
"I actually wished I hadn't used them to begin with... their the reason Vana hates me to begin with."
"Vana has always hated you, Eric," said Brain. "Now, can you remember a date before the day the goggles were destroyed?"
I puzzled. "Hmmm... try September 20, 3024."
"9-20-3024 it is!," said Brain before his face became a screen, showing the goggles still kept safe in their prism. Apparently, this was the day before I would even think of using them on Vana, considering no one was around them in the room.
"Neat!," I said.
"And now, I shall duplicate them," said Brain as the Ga-Ga Goggles soon appeared before me. "Wow...!," I said. "They're just like I remember!"
"And just as efficient!," said Brain. "But because they are duplicates-," but I unknowingly interrupted him with, "I'm gonna go try these on Vana, immediately!"
Brain pleaded, "But wait, Eric!," but before he could continue, I had already left the room. I guess I should've stayed around to here what he had to say... but I was just way too excited about these goggles! It wasn't long before I made it to Vana's house, ringing her doorbell and waiting for someone to answer. Vana's mom, Mrs. Glama, came to the door and greeted me.
"Ah, hello, Eric...," she said, playing a string on her guitar. In my opinion, Vana's mom was a hippie of some sort. But I would never tell her that to her face. Mrs. Glama quickly noticed my goggles and said, "Cool goggles, Eric. Those things are far out..."
I didn't want to accidently infect Vana's mom with the Ga-Ga Goggles spell, so I quickly stepped past her, avoiding eye-contact with her at all cost. "Is Vana home?," I asked.
"Yes, Eric," she said. "Vana is in her room."
"Neat!," I exclaimed. "Can I see her?"
"Most definitely.. she's was talking about you when she got home today. She says you two have some 'odd assignment' to complete for one week," said Mrs. Glama, obviously referring to the marriage assignment Vana and I were to complete.
"I'll get right on it!," I said. I then heard a moan from within the house, but had no idea where it came from. How strange... anyway, I started walking down the very long hall to Vana's room, filled with pictures of herself all over the walls. Apparently, they were photos of Vana from each year we had picture day at school. In my opinion, she looked really cute in her third grade photo. Especially with that ribbon in her hair.
When I finally made it through the hall, I knocked on her door.
"Come in...," said a disgruntled voice from within the room. I opened the door to find Vana with her back turned, sitting on her bed with her arms folded. A mirror before her in the room revealed her disgusted facial expression. "Oh... Eric," said Vana, rolling her eyes. Her eyes then widened as she said, "Wait.. those goggles!"
"Smile...," I said as my lens became swirly, sending her into a trance. It wasn't long before Vana was under the spell of the Ga-Ga Goggles... again.