And here is chapter One.

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The Wanderer:  Wandering Moon: Episode ONE: Enter the Wanderer

     "Co-ordinate Failure!!  Somehow the co-ords to the portal just
changed!!" warned FRED.

     "And no room to stop," reminded Micheal as FRED continued
to accelerate.

     "Damn", they swore as one as they reached portal speed and 
disappeared into a new dimension not of their choosing....

     As the flash of portal penetration cleared, Micheal saw the hand
of approaching doom, in the form of a very LARGE truck of some form
heading straight for them.  Micheal hauled the wheel to the right
just as he realized that the wheel was turning by itself...  to the
LEFT.   The black HMMWV swerved out of the way of the incoming
truck, across an unpaved divider, and slid neatly into the traffic
on the left side of the road.

     "Sheesh FRED, if you wanted to drive so badly, why didn't you 
say so?" Micheal quipped.  Somehow though, the joke just didn't sound
right, what with the small weak voice Micheal said it in.  
'Definitely NOT home...  traffic is on the wrong side of the road...'
Micheal paused for a moment and focused on a few mental exercises
to calm himself.  "Well, FRED, off hand I'd say we are NOT home.  Any
ideas on where we are?"

     "Hang on, Muck, I'm looking in to that right now....     OK, we
are on earth, near the outskirts of Tokyo, Japan, based on analysis
of EM transmissions.  Picking up GPS signals, radio and television
band transmissions.  Hey, your in luck!  Listen..."  Suddenly music
filled FRED's interior.  Music that was popular in the fifties and 
sixties in his home universe.

     "That's not a contemporary station, is it??" asked Micheal.

     "Nope.  Armed Forces Radio.  The other stations are in Japanese.
Overall technological level seems to be slightly less than what you
described as home.  Cellular phone transmissions detected, but the 
quality is to low for wireless modem use.  Now THIS is weird...."

     "What is, FRED?"

     "A message beacon.  On our private channel.  Either we have a 
temporal paradox, or someone is expecting us."

     "Are you saying a future us will be in this dimension in their
past?"

     "Either that, or someone knew we were coming.  Either guess 
requires access to facts not yet in evidence."

     "What's in the message beacon?"

     "Just a set of geographic co-ordinates.  No way of knowing
what we'll there."

     "Then we will just have to find out, won't we, FRED?"

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     Cabelite grimaced with disgust as he entered Tinkerer's
domain.  'What is with this fool's reliance on machines?' he 
wondered.  'They do nothing that applied magic could not do better.'
Aloud, he spoke, "What is so important that you would drag me away
from planning our assault?  We must start gathering energy soon or my
Youma will be worthless."

     "This," replied Tinkerer as he pointed to a monitor.  Cabelite
looked at what Tinkerer indicated, but the symbols Tinkerer used made
no sense to the Negaverse general.

     "And what exactly does it mean?"  Cabelite was quite irritated
by this time.

     "This is the signature of a dimensional portal.  And no, its not
one of mine.  I don't really know what to make of it.  It may be 
nothing, or it could mean trouble."

     "Trouble in what way, cripple?"

     Tinkerer spun in his chair and stared at Cabelite.  "Trouble
as in people who have the knowledge and power to open such a portal
could be as much a threat to us as the ones I brought you here to 
fight.  And don't forget that _I_ brought you here, Cabelite.
Remember that always.  If it was not for me you would be nothing
but free atoms in your precious 'Negaverse'.  Without me you would
be Dead now."

     'No, I will not forget this, _cripple_,' Cabelite fumed as he 
left the laboratory.  'And when these 'Sailor Scouts' lay dead at my
feet, you will be next.'

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     "Well, What did you find?"  Asked FRED, as Micheal climbed
back behind the wheel.

     "An envelope, hidden in a tree.  Inside was some local currency,
a credit card, a bank card, an American passport, a work visa, and 
this," replied Micheal, pulling out a CD.  He inserted the disk into
FRED's reader slot.  He waited in silence for FRED to tell him the 
contents of the mystery disk.

     "Oh boy.  This reeks of serious cheddar, Muck.  This disk has 
translation software, street maps for my database, copies of a couple
of recent ads, and account information for a computer access account.
Whoever set up the beacon and planted that envelope knew just what
we would need to fit in around here.  The ads are only two days old."

     "What are the Ads for?"

     "One lists an apartment vacancy, and the other is for a teaching
position at a local school."

     "Well, now we know what happened.  Somehow, someone re-directed
the portal to bring us here."  Micheal mused out loud.  "Whoever
it is also made sure we would blend in.  They must expect us to do 
something for them."

     "The question is, what is it they want us to do?"

     "That's the sixty four thousand dollar question, FRED."

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     Darien Chiba Smiled to himself as he closed the door behind
him and tossed his jacket on the couch.  He had just gotten back from
a date with Serena, and wasn't quite in the mood for homework at the
moment.  'Everything is as it should be,' he thought to himself.
'All the powers of the Negaverse nor my own loss of memory could keep
us apart.  And now with Ann and Alan gone, we can finally have our 
happily ever after.'  He wandered out on the balcony where he could
look at the lights of Tokyo.  He had just settled against the rail
of the balcony when he became aware of a commotion on the balcony
of the next door apartment.  The door to the balcony was suddenly
thrown open and a wave of smoke swirled out.  Darien couldn't help
but grin to himself, 'Looks like I've found someone more disastrous
in the kitchen than Serena!'  A pair of male voices could almost
be heard from the other apartment.  Darien listened for a moment,
and realized that he couldn't really hear what was being said, other
than the two were talking in English, rather than Japanese.  'So, it
looks like Mr. Tomota finally got someone to rent the place.  I 
wonder what these Americans are like.'

     After a moment the conversation stopped abruptly and one of his
new neighbors emerged onto the balcony, carrying a microwave meal and
a can of soda.  Darien gave his new neighbor the once over as he sat
down.  The neighbor was actually average height, about 5'7, rather
than the six foot or more of many gaijin.  His physique reminded
Darien of an athlete, and at the moment his neighbor was wearing
a dark T-shirt with an American warplane on it and a pair of gray 
sweatpants.  His hair was a fiery red that reminded Darien of 
Serena's sensei Ms. Haruna.  Green eyes shone between the short red
hair combed straight back and a rather bushy red mustache.  He looked
up and caught Darien looking over at him.

     "Oh!  Hello," The stranger spoke in acceptable, if slightly
accented, Japanese.  "Hope my little kitchen disaster didn't disturb
you!"

     "Not at all," chuckled Darien in reply.  "Its has to be the most
interesting way I know of to meet ones new neighbors!"

     "It most certainly beats ducking bombs," was the dry reply.
Micheal looked at Darien's expression and knew he was going to have
to come up with an explanation.  He was just glad he had had FRED 
raid the newspaper archives so he knew what the local history was.
"I was a pilot for the United States during the Gulf War.  I 'd say
we learned more from the hours spent with the Saudi's in the shelters
during the SCUD raids than during the all lessons about their culture
before we left."

     "And what brings you to Tokyo?  Its not exactly where I would
expect to find a fighter pilot."

     "I'm not anymore.  After the war, I saw the carnage my bombs
caused.  After that, I lost what we called the edge.  So I resigned.
Made a bundle in business, and now I am sort of wandering, a soul 
quest, you might say."  'Just enough truth to be convincing.'
Micheal Noted to himself.

     "I don't know if you'll find much help here.  I know someone
who might help, but many people are still very uncomfortable
around gaijin," observed Darien.

     "I know.  Your not though," observed Micheal.

     "I've had a few broadening experiences," replied Darien dryly.
'After being brainwashed and living in the Negaverse, no mere human
could ever be a gaijin to me!'  "I'm Darien Chiba."

     "Micheal Thunders.  Nice to meet someone who can forget fifty
years ago."

     "Welcome to Tokyo, Micheal.  What exactly happened in there,
anyway?  I see the smoke has stopped."

     "I plugged in my coffeepot.  However, FRED, BAKA that he is, 
didn't remind me about the difference in the electrical supply.
I'm afraid its perked its last pot."  Micheal looked decidedly
unhappy about this fact.

     "FRED is your roommate, ne?  I would have thought he would be 
out here with you, avoiding the smoke."

     'URK!  of all the bonehead stunts to pull!' cursed Micheal
to himself.  'I hope my cover story holds up.'  "He isn't exactly
my roommate."

     "Oh!  I didn't figure you for one of _them_."

     "One of _them_??  No, that's not it at all.  FRED is, well, 
FRED.  Damn, the only real way to explain this is to introduce
you to him.  Come on over for a moment, OK?"

     The scent of smoke was still faintly present in the apartment
when Micheal let Darien in.  Micheal lead Darien over to a desk 
covered with electronic equipment.  Darien barely managed to hold in
a gasp as a video camera swiveled to point at him.

     Micheal indicated the desk.   "Darien Chiba, FRED.  FRED, Darien
Chiba, our next door neighbor.  He heard you after I had to open up 
the balcony to let the smoke out."  /Which wouldn't have happened
if SOMEONE had reminded me about the differences in electrical
current before I plugged in the coffeepot,/ he concluded in English.

     /What exactly _IS_ FRED?/  inquired Darien in English, which
was about the most tactful way he could find to tell Micheal that he
could understand what he was saying quite well.

     "I am honored to meet you, Neighbor Darien Chiba," replied
FRED in perfect Japanese.  "FRED stands for Fantastically
Ridiculous Electronic Device.  Micheal has a very warped sense of 
humor.  Basically, I am the result of an over active mind with 
WAAAAAAAY to much time on his hands."

     Micheal looked over at Darien, who was just sort of staring
at FRED.  "He's a prototype, the next step in AI development.
I'm not sure the general public is ready for it.  Another reason
for my 'quest', you might say.  The fact that I built a companion
rather than meeting people was the cause for a bit of soul 
searching."  'I hope he buys this.  I don't know what to do if he 
doesn't.  I doubt he could accept the whole truth.'

     "Absolutely Amazing..." was the best that Darien could come up 
with.  'I wonder if I can introduce him to Amy sometime.  This sort
of thing is right up her alley.'  "I know a friend who would be 
fascinated to meet the two of you."

     "Uh, I would prefer if you didn't say anything about FRED to 
anyone, Darien.  A lot of people don't react well to the thought
of AI.  They think its going to run amuck and kill everything
in sight.  Like the evil computer in the Terminator movie, you know?"

     "Oh.  I can understand that.  I could guarantee my friend 
wouldn't react like that though."  Darien shrugged, but made a mental
note to ask again sometime for Amy's benefit.

     "I'll think about it.  In the meantime, please don't say 
anything to anyone about FRED here, OK?  The only reason I told you
was cause I opened my mouth and stuck my foot in it."

     "OK, I promise.  So, how long do you plan to be staying in 
Tokyo?"

     "It's hard to say," Replied Micheal.  "A couple of months at 
least.  It depends on a great many things."  'Like how fast FRED can
get readings on the multiverse and compute new co-ordinates!
I'm not sure I want to hang around and be someone's puppet.  But I'm
not going to make a blind jump either!'

     "Any plans?  I mean, you must have a reason for coming here."
Inquired Darien.

     "It's hard to say.  I'm sort of going to go with the flow for a 
while.  Even managed to finagle a work visa and a job."

     "Those are hard to come by.  I guess you do intend to stay for
a while then.  What kind of job?"

     "I'm a teacher at Juuban Junior High school." answered Micheal,
wondering what it was he said that was so incredibly funny....

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     "IIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!  Not _AGAIN_?!?!?!?" Micheal paused
for a moment at the door to the school office.  Someone inside 
obviously had just received some bad news.  'I just hope it doesn't
involve me,' he concluded to himself and proceeded into the office.
Inside, a very attractive teacher was complaining to someone about
one of her students.

     "Why me again?  I had her last year!  Let someone else take the
problem student this year!" protested Patricia Haruna to a rather
unsympathetic clerk.  "She's always late, she doesn't study, and she
falls asleep in class!  Why do I have to be the one saddled with 
her?"

     "Because," replied the clerk, "Your the only instructor
who can get her to do anything.  In fact, except for one other 
instructor, they all threatened mass resignation if we put her in 
their classes.  Unless you want to find another job, your stuck with
her."

     Ms. Haruna sighed heavily.  "Who are the other unfortunate
souls?" she inquired.  Micheal surmised that whoever this student
was, she was well known to the other instructors at the school.

     "One of the gym coaches actually volunteered to take her.  Said
she made the rest of the class look positively gifted.  Fortunately
for you, you only have her in the morning periods.  After lunch we 
have placed her with the new science teacher."  When the clerk 
imparted this news, Ms. Haruna visibly relaxed.

     "Who would be me, I presume."  Micheal couldn't help a sudden,
correct, feeling of dread.  "Micheal Thunders, instructor of math's
and sciences.  And you are?"

     "Patricia Haruna.  Instructor of History, composition,
and the English language."  'Hey, he's cute!!!  I almost feel sorry
for him!' she thought as she looked him over.  'Although I'm not to 
sure about his taste in clothes.'  Micheal was wearing black slacks
and a tropical print shirt under a long black overcoat.  'All he 
needs is the right hat and he would look like a tropical cowboy!'
"Your obviously not from around here, are you?  Red Hair of our shade
isn't exactly common."

     "No, I'm not.  Yes, it is, but I wont embarrass you by asking
you where you got yours if you'll tell me about this student everyone
else seems to know about," replied Micheal as he signed some forms
the clerk handed him and picked up his attendance sheets.

     "Her name is Serena Tsukino, and if I were to take the time to 
tell you all about her, we would be late for class.  When is your 
open period?"

     "You both have fifth period open.  That's the one right after
lunch, Thunders-san," provided the Clerk.  "And as the first bell is
about to ring, I suggest you get moving, unless you want to be as 
late as your pet student, Haruna-san.  Your in room 215, 
Thunders-san."

     "That's right next to mine.  I'll show you where it is, and I 
can show you around the rest of the school during lunch.  You might
even get a glimpse of your new 'prize' student," commented Patricia
as she grabbed Micheal by the arm and lead him out of the office.

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     Serena was moving at her usual pace, which many claimed was just
short of the speed of sound.  'Why me?' she wailed to her self.  'Why
did my gym locker have to stick closed like that?  I'm going to be 
late to class!!'  Which, of course, meant that she was NOT looking
where she was going.  Which, one might suppose made the collision
inevitable.  All Micheal really knew was that one second he was 
almost to the classroom door with the hand-outs he had finished
copying and the next he was sitting on the floor in a blizzard
of falling paper.

     Serena, true to form, was almost instantly on her feet, 
apologizing just as fast as her mouth could move.  Micheal looked
at the young girl who ran him down and knew who she was as soon as he
saw the distinctive hair style Ms. Haruna had described to him.  "Ms.
Tsukino, I presume.  I do believe there is a school policy about 
running in the halls?"

     "Yes, and I'm so sorry!  Its just that my gym locker jammed
and it took forever to get it open and now I'm so incredibly
late for my next class..."

     Micheal cut the young girl off.  "Ms. Tsukino.  I would greatly
prefer help in gathering these papers than an apology."

     Serena just nodded and instantly fell to helping gather up the
wayward papers.  As she did, she looked over her latest victim.
'Rather kawaii for a teacher, but he's no Darien.'  "I still am so 
sorry about this, sir.  I was trying to get to class on time and make
a good impression on my science teacher."

     Micheal could only grin as he realized that this girl did not 
realize that he was her new teacher.  "Oh, somehow I _DON'T_ think
you have to worry about that," was his comment as he gathered up a 
last errant paper and stood up, collecting the papers Serena had 
gathered, and opening the door to the classroom.

     Serena was glad to see that her friend, Lita Kino, had managed
to save her a seat near the back of the classroom.  As she sat down,
she realized that the person whom she had run into in the hall was 
sitting down at the teachers desk and preparing to check the 
attendance roster.  'OH NO!!!  He's not _A_ new teacher, he's _MY_
new teacher!  He probably thinks I'm a total space case now!!!'
As that thought rolled through Serena's head, she sunk down lower
in her seat.  'I'm a total baka odango atama!!!'

     "You OK, Serena?"  asked an increasingly worried Lita.

     "BWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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     Micheal sat on his balcony and brooded as he sipped his coffee
and looked out across a darkening Tokyo.  FRED had just informed
him that there was something disturbing the quantum flux of this 
universe.  And until it resolved itself, they were stuck, because
there was no way to open a stable portal.  Which meant that they were
probably going to have to deal with whatever it was the force that
brought them here intended them to deal with.  And that thought
lead him to wonder what he was going to do about Serena Tsukino.  

     On the surface of things, she was everything Patricia complained
of that first day of school.  'I wonder how much TV she watches.
She behaves just the way Blondes are portrayed on TV.'  However,
having her in his classes all afternoon had shown glimpses of 
something more below the surface.  'I need to find a way to test her
for a learning disability without suggesting she's stupid.  Lord 
knows her ego is fragile enough.  Look at the way she reacted that
first day when she bumped into me.  Maybe if I pair her up with Amy
Mizuno for some tutoring.  Might help the both of them.'

     With that, his mind turned to what he considered his other 
student problem.  Amy Mizuno and Serena Tsukino were as different
as night and day.  Where Serena was outgoing and personable,
Amy was shy and introverted.  According to the school records,
she scored a 300 on her last IQ test.  Attentive and intelligent,
she seemed driven by something.  Micheal worried about the fact he 
had overheard her mention to someone that she was only five chapters
ahead of the assignments.  And she was in his ADVANCED physics class!
'Your being silly,' he told himself.  'This is NOT your dimension.
Just because she is hyper-intelligent does not mean she is going to 
become some obsessed maniac trying to take over the world to fill a 
gap in her emotional make-up.  Still, getting her to loosen up just
a hair probably wouldn't hurt either.'

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     'Ooooh, I could stay like this for DAYS!' decided Serena as she
cuddled up next to Darien in the elevator.  She was feeling guilty,
because their time that afternoon had been cut into because she had
drawn detention again.   Unfortunately, Darien had to work tonight,
so there wasn't a chance to make up for it.  Then an idea hit her.
"Darien, since it was my fault I was late, let me make dinner for you
tonight?  That way you won't have to rush to get to work!"

     "I don't know Serena.  I mean, its a lovely offer but I don't
think we have time."  'Not to mention the fact that my kitchen may 
not recover!' Darien concluded to himself.

     "Nonsense!  It will be great!  Just you wait and see!" bubbled
an enthusiastic Serena as she grabbed his arm and drug him down the
hall towards  his apartment.  "Trust me," she said over her shoulder
to Darien, which meant she didn't see Darien's new next door neighbor
coming out of his apartment, and ran right into him.  Her apology
died on her lips as she saw who it was.  'KAMI-SAMA!!!  Its 
Thunders-Sensei!!!'

     'WHY ME???' was clearly written in Micheal's expression.
"Good evening Ms. Tsukino.  Can I assume that since your spending
time with your boyfriend that all your homework is done for once?"

     The look on Serena's face all but screamed that she hadn't even
started it.  "Oh, umm, yes, of course it is."  Which might have even
sounded believable if it wasn't for the tiny voice she said it in and
the giant sweat-drop on her head.  Suddenly she gave him a double
take.  "Hey, how did you know this is my boyfriend?"

     "Because most people don't drag complete strangers down the hall
telling them they're going to cook for them," Micheal observed.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late."  As Micheal started down the 
hall, he couldn't help but comment over his shoulder, "Don't forget
Ms. Tsukino.  ALL of your homework.  MONDAY."

     Serena hung her head in defeat and sighed. "And Luna wonders
why I hate Mondays so much."

To be continued.......