*3rd POV
The school gym buzzed with energy. Rows of folding tables lined the polished wooden floor, each one covered with colorful posters, bubbling experiments, and nervous students waiting for their turn. The air smelled faintly of glue, marker ink, and the unmistakable tang of teenage ambition.
Banners hung across the bleachers — "Medford High Science Fair: Innovation for Tomorrow!" — while parents and teachers drifted from project to project, clipboards in hand. The wolf mascot stared up from the gym floor, its painted snarl half-hidden beneath scuffed sneakers and tangled power cords.
Yeah, this wasn't the kind of energy you'd find at a basketball game.
It was the kind filled with science, though most of it was small, quirky, and occasionally dumb.
But science was still science. No matter how silly or simple the projects were, each one carried a spark of curiosity that made the fair feel alive.
Every booth was taken, students proudly showing off their ideas—some clever, some bizarre, and a few that left even the teachers wondering what on earth they were looking at.
And then there was Sheldon Lee Cooper.
A boy who didn't just love science—he worshipped it.
Science was his lady, his muse, his everything.
So while other students glued together volcanoes or made posters about recycling, Sheldon aimed higher. He built something to teach others about the universe itself.
"Asteroids! Tracking and Deflecting — by Sheldon Lee Cooper."
The judges exchanged puzzled looks as they leaned over his display.
"Yes!" Sheldon began enthusiastically. "Today, I will explain how humanity can survive a catastrophic asteroid impact. Here you'll see my data, calculations, and—"
But by the time he turned back, the judges were already walking away.
"Wait! Where are you going? I'm not finished yet!" he protested, voice echoing through the gym.
Mr. Givens, clipboard in hand, gave him a strained smile.
"Sorry, Sheldon. We still have to check other projects." He paused, glanced back at the poster, and gave a hesitant thumbs-up. "Good job?"
Sheldon pouted, muttering under his breath as the teachers disappeared into the crowd.
He didn't understand that the fair wasn't just about science or learning—it was also about giving students a chance to relax, laugh, and share their creativity.
Most kids treated it as a fun distraction. Sheldon treated it like a scientific conference at Caltech.
And that, perhaps, was his biggest mistake.
No one here wanted another lecture from the genius kid.
"Hey… what are you doing, Moonpie?" Connie's voice called out, making Sheldon instantly smile wide. "What's this? Asteroids? You trying to build some?"
Sheldon beamed. Finally, someone wanted to listen, even if that listener was a member of his own family.
"I'm glad you asked, Meemaw!. No, I'm not trying to build an asteroid, as a matter of fact, you can't build an asteroid because they are in Space and scientists call them 'Space Junk'" Sheldon said and started explaining his project in detail.
Connie didn't really hear most of his blabbering. She had only come over because she noticed that her grandson's booth didn't have a single visitor. Besides, she was actually looking for Georgie's booth, but it seemed he still hadn't arrived.
Still, Connie kept smiling at Sheldon, nodding along as if she understood everything he said.
He was still her favorite grandson, after all.
"Hey! What are you guys doing?"
George Sr. and Mary walked toward Sheldon's booth, seeing Connie standing there alone with him.
Of course, they shared the same thought as she did.
"Oh! I was just explaining to Meemaw how to track and deflect asteroids!" Sheldon said proudly, his eyes gleaming now that more people were at his booth.
"What? Nothing cool here?" Missy's bored voice cut in, "Is brother still not here?"
Sheldon pointed toward a nearby booth that was still empty, a small nameplate reading George Cooper Jr. sitting untouched on the table.
"His booth is over there, but as you can see, he's still not here," Sheldon replied quickly before returning to his lesson. "Now, where was I? Ah yes, you see, asteroids are not the same as meteors—"
"Booorriiinnnggg…" Missy interrupted him loudly, dragging the word out as she looked around.
Sheldon fumed with anger. "If you don't want to be here, then please get out of my booth!"
Missy smiled sweetly at him before giving a little bow. "I'm happy to help," she said, and ran off to look at other projects.
Sheldon snorted and turned back toward his parents, who were standing there speechless.
George Sr. glanced at Mary and Connie, a deep frown creasing his forehead. Mary covered her mouth, trying not to give him some pity smile, while Connie kept smiling happily — relieved that, at least this time, she wasn't the only one pretending to understand him.
Meanwhile, in the parking lot, the air is different than in the Gym. It's more heavy because one car is parked there.
The car door opened in slow motion, and a polished black shoe touched the ground.
Sunlight glinted off chrome, off tinted windows, off the edge of a pair of sunglasses sliding into place.
Out stepped figures in black and white suits — sharp, coordinated, their movements perfectly timed. The kind of entrance that made the world slow down for just a second.
Their faces were unreadable behind dark lenses, posture straight, every step deliberate.
They scanned the lot with the precision of trained operatives — eyes hidden, expressions carved from stone. One of them paused, tilting her head slightly as if catching movement in her periphery.
Then, with a single flick of her wrist, she adjusted her shades, the gesture cutting through the air like punctuation to a silent command.
For a heartbeat, it looked like the opening to a high-budget espionage film.
Except, of course, they were just three teenagers in rented suits… heading to a high-school science fair.
Then—
"...This is your fault we're late," the woman said flatly, breaking the spell in one breath.
The blond man blinked, the cool façade cracking instantly. "It's not my fault! You're the one who made us dress like we're in a spy movie!" and muttering quietly, "... Even though I look good in it."
The tall dark-haired one — his jacket open, tie loose, grin entirely unprofessional — smirked at them both. "Relax, James. Edo's still in Houston, remember? I just asked Kayla to come with me but you wanted to join us too, it's not our fault you know."
James gritted his teeth, his frustration clear even behind the shades. "You said we were renting suits! I thought it was for a party, not a science fair!"
Georgie burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the parking lot hearing him angry like that.
Kayla just groaned, rolled her eyes, then popped open the trunk with a sigh. She grabbed the suitcase and James grabbed another one, hooked her arm through Georgie's arm, and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "...You're ruining my date." she said by looking at James who was following beside her.
The three of them started toward the school entrance in perfect unison — their polished shoes clicking dramatically on the asphalt.
If anyone had seen them, they might've sworn a secret mission was underway.
But no — it was just three overdressed teenagers… arriving late to a high-school science fair.
Joke aside….
Georgie and the others entered the school with calm, steady steps—full of purpose.
Purpose for what?
To impress.
Well… to have fun too.
Mostly to have fun.
Yeah, let's be honest—definitely for fun.
They walked down the hallway toward the gym, every pair of eyes turning their way. Most of the stares were a mix of confusion and "what the hell am I looking at?" stare.
James and Kayla, long since used to that kind of attention, didn't care.
And Georgie? Of course he didn't care either.
*BAM!
The gym doors flew open. Every head turned. Silence fell.
Georgie stood framed in the doorway, light from the hallway spilling behind him like a halo. He reached up slowly, removing his sunglasses in one smooth motion.
"...Sorry I'm late," he said coolly, stepping inside with the swagger of a man who thought this was his movie.
Like a messiah, or maybe just a guy with too much confidence, people instinctively stepped aside as he walked past, flanked by Kayla and James like a pair of bodyguards.
"Traffic jam," he added casually, glancing at Principal Peterson. "I hope you don't mind."
Principal Peterson stared for a long second, then looked toward George Sr., who was already covering his face in embarrassment.
"If you've got something that can actually impress us," Peterson said dryly, "we'll tolerate it. But you're still losing points for being late."
"Brother!" Missy's voice rang out from the crowd. "Wow! This is way more interesting than Sheldon's blabbering!"
Georgie chuckled, nodding slightly before turning back to the principal. "Fair enough," he said, then snapping his fingers like a signal—
Nothing happened.
The entire gym just started, intrigued about what's going to happen now but nothing happened.
Georgie blinked, lowering his hand slowly. He turned to Kayla, who was supposed to move the suitcase to the table.
She just stared back at him blankly.
Of course. He'd never actually told her what the signal meant.
Georgie gave Kayla a pointed look — eyes shifting between the suitcase and the table.
Suitcase. Table. Suitcase. Table.
It took a few seconds, but finally Kayla caught on.
"...Sorry," she muttered, embarrassed, setting the suitcase down on the table with a heavy Thump!
Now, every head in the gym turned toward the suitcase, trying to bore their eyes so they could see what's inside the suitcase.
"Anyway…" Georgie began, straightening his tie, "...this is our greatest discovery for the future of mankind!"
He flicked the locks open with a *click.
"Our scientists—" *click "—risked their lives to create this," Georgie continued, sweeping his gaze dramatically across the audience.
Students, teachers, parents, even the judges leaned in.
All eyes were on him now.
Georgie took his time, milking the moment. He turned back to face them again.
"Is the airplane the greatest discovery for humanity's first step toward the skies?
Or the oxygen tank, that lets us conquer the darkest depths of the ocean?"
He chuckled softly, lowering his voice to a deep, confident tone.
"No…"
The crowd murmured, blinking rapidly to what Georgie just said to them. Even Sheldon had left his booth to see what was happening. He crossed his arms, unimpressed.
"This is ridiculous," he muttered under his breath, but he stayed to watch anyway.
Georgie had everyone's attention now.
"Today," he said, voice steady, "I'm going to show you all… the greatest discovery of mankind."
He turned to the suitcase, lifted the lid—then froze.
A long pause.
He quickly shut it again.
"...Sorry," he said with a sheepish grin. "Wrong suitcase."
The crowd groaned in unison. Some booed. A few shouted, "Come on!"
Mary pinched the bridge of her nose while covering Sheldon's ears.
She was mad and she wasn't alone. He just takes them to the highest expectations they ever had but he just makes some silly mistake now.
Of course, they already forget this is just some Science Fair of high school, not some kind of 'Stark Technology Fair.'
"Hey, hey!" Georgie raised his hands. "We're showing you something you usually only see on television! So maybe shut up and pay attention, alright?!"
The crowd quieted — reluctantly.
"Good," he said, regaining composure, smoothing his suit with dignity. "Let's be calm. Let's be civilized people."
He smirked. "...Becauss you are the first citizens of Earth to witness… this."
He turned again, his movements deliberate and slow again like before. *Click.
"...Prepare to have your minds blown." *Click.
"Even if your body's tired, you won't sleep tonight… because you'll be thinking about this over and over again."
He grinned, stepping aside and gesturing toward the suitcase like a magician revealing his final trick.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, voice booming through the gym,
"I present to you… the Slinger APTX 90!"
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