A/N- This was originally posted on the MTR Livejournal community. For those unfamiliar with my work, I have Franny speaking to Wilbur but she doesn't know who he is. She only thinks that Wilbur is a friend of Lewis. Also, in this story, because it involves songs, it goes in and out between story and script format. Yes, somewhat confusing, I know.

"Happy Birthday to you," the Robinson family finished in chorus, as Cornelius and Wilbur brought out a birthday cake to Franny.

"You guys," Franny pretended that she didn't enjoy the attention.

"Now, now. You deserve the best," Cornelius insisted, taking his place to one side of Franny while Wilbur stood on the other.

"Yeah, mom. I mean, you didn't even freak out when you saw my report card last week."

"What report card?" Franny had never seen a report card.

"Oh, uh…time to make a wish," Wilbur changed the subject really fast.

"Not before regret and desire," Aunt Billie said quickly. It was traditional in her country for people to say out loud one regret and one desire before making a wish. She had always done so on her birthday, and eventually the rest of the family had picked up the custom.

"Alright," Franny said, thinking for a moment. "Well, one of my biggest desires is that Wilbur grow up to be a great man just like his father."

"Mom." Wilbur hated it when his mom made a spectacle of him in front of the rest of the family. It was embarrassing and demoted his cool stature a little.

"And as for regrets, I don't know if I have any. At least any that aren't just plain silly," Franny admitted. "Well, the other day, I was remembering high school, and I kind of regretted never auditioning for the annual musical. See, I told you it was silly."

"Not silly at all," Cornelius assured her with a light kiss on the forehead.

"Well, now how can I make a wish, when it's already come true," Franny said playfully in reference to her husband's kiss.

"Could we just blow out the candles already? I mean you do know the rest of the family is watching, right?" Wilbur said, rolling his eyes, but he was quickly nudged silent by his second cousin, Tallulah.

"Alright, alright," Franny closed her eyes, waited for a moment, opened them and proceeded to blow out the candles. Everyone cheered and the cake was served.

"Time for your presents," Cornelius said excitedly as soon as everyone had finished their cake and refreshments. When it came to presents, no matter what the occasion, Cornelius still acted like a little wide eyed boy.

Franny began opening presents one by one. Some were sentimental, like the beautiful embroidered blanket which was an heirloom gift from Lucille and some caused her to giggle a bit, like Art's pizza sculpture of a frog.

Finally, it was Wilbur's turn. "Well, I, uh…I wasn't sure what you wanted so, I…I…happy birthday," Wilbur pulled out a box.

Franny opened it to find a collection of vintage albums. "Oh my," she gasped. "These are, are…where did you get them?"

"Well, that's the funny part. Turns out no one had them now days, so I kind of…went back in time and bought them."

"You what? What if this throws off the time stream? I'm sorry sweetie, but you have to take them back."

"Take them back? Do you know how hard I worked to get them?" Wilbur recalled specifically dodging a group of obsessed sci-fi zealots who wanted to worship him because they had seen him hiding the time machine. "Mom, I'm sure buying a few albums won't throw the time stream into chaos or anything."

"I don't want to take that chance, so please just return them."

"You just don't like my present do you?" Wilbur's rebellious teenage side got the best of him as he accused his mom. "If you didn't want it or like it you could have just said so."

"Wilbur, that's enough. You will not ruin your mother's birthday," Cornelius stepped in, not caring for the tone in his son's voice.

"All I wanted was to give mom the greatest present ever," Wilbur said before leaving the party in a sulking manner.

"He's getting more and more headstrong by the day," Aunt Petunia threw in her own two cents.

"Yes, he is," Cornelius was upset with his son's outburst.

"Don't be too upset. He really was just thinking of me. Maybe I did come across as ungrateful. And I really would love to keep the old albums…do you think maybe I should?" Franny asked.

"I'll run a time scan to see what I can find. It's a good thing Wilbur didn't think to remove the tag. It'll give me something to go on. In the meantime, I think I'll have a chat with Wilbur. I'll explain to him that…" Cornelius was interrupted by the sound of a time machine outside.

"Please! Don't deactivate me! I tried to stop him! I really did!" Carl explained as he ran in from the garage.

"Where's he going, Carl?"

"He said something about giving Mrs. Robinson an even better birthday gift that she would like, oh, and something about a regret."

"A regret? The musical!" Franny made the connection.

"Okay, Carl. Make a scan for the time machine to double check and then I'll go after him in the other time machine," Cornelius made a plan.

"Uh, that may be a problem," Carl was obviously nervous. "You see, Wilbur sort of had a rough landing when he returned from getting Mrs. Robinson's birthday gift."

"How bad is it?"

"Two days to fix it, bad."

Lewis breathed in deeply. He had been in the college lab all day, and the fresh air did him good. Being a senior in college at fourteen had its advantages, but its fair share of disadvantages. One of those disadvantages was less time for himself and his almost girlfriend. Still, he made the most of the time he wasn't in class.

He saw his robot, Carl, waiting for him at the edge of the campus. "How was class today? Make any scientific discoveries?"

"Well, we think we may have cracked the code to the matrix," Lewis answered.

"Hmm, that could come in handy someday…of course unless it backfires and you open up a door to a parallel universe."

"I don't remember programming you with an overactive imagination," Lewis joked. "It could lead to incalculable advances in how a computer, or any machine for that matter, processes information," Lewis said excitedly, but then stopped suddenly.

"What is it?"

"Not sure," he looked around them before he started walking again. "What was I saying? Oh right. By cracking the matrix we could…" he stopped again, his head turning this way and that very quickly. "I feel like we're being followed."

Carl's ear sprouted a funnel like device. He turned, listening for anything unusual. Sure enough, he detected a twig crack from close by. He then sprouted a very low quality gun like weapon "Don't try any funny business. I am armed and dangerous," Carl warned in a faked macho voice.

"Meow, meow," was the only response Carl got.

"It's just a cat," the robot was relieved.

"Yeah, a cat. A very big cat that likes to take joy rides in his dad's time machines," Lewis added.

"Huh?" Carl was confused.

"Isn't that right, Wilbur?" Lewis asked, waiting for his son to show himself.

Finally, Wilbur stepped out from behind a tree, "How did you know it was me?"

"Let's just say, I think your pigeon impression is better than your cat impression."

"What? I was just trying to shake things up a little bit. And, Carl, you can put away the weapon now. What were you going to do, shaving cream me to death?"

"How did you know it only shoots shaving cream?" Carl had heard of Wilbur from Lewis's stories, but this was his first encounter with him in the past first hand.

"Because, dad here got in trouble with his first prototype robot, and was grounded from making anything with lasers until he was like eighteen or something. So he rigged it with shaving cream instead. You'll help me by using it on a bully when I'm in the third grade," Wilbur explained.

"Okay, now tell me why you're here," Lewis decided the question shouldn't be put off any longer. "Did you mess something up in the future again?"

"Now why must you assume I messed something up? Can't a kid visit his best friend every now and then?"

"Not when he's your father!"

"So what? You're saying a father and son shouldn't be friends?" Wilbur twisted Lewis's words around.

"Wilbur you know what I mean…" Lewis would have continued arguing until receiving an answer, but he was interrupted by another familiar voice.

"Hi, Lewis!" Franny came skipping up to them. "Hi, Carl. Oh, hello, Wilbur."

"Hi, Franny. I was just on my way to meet you at school. I thought you were going to stay after and audition for the musical," Lewis asked her.

"Yeah, well…I decided I didn't want to," Franny answered, but not too convincingly.

"Why not? You're so talented."

"I'm just a freshman. They wouldn't pick me anyways."

"I don't know. I think Lewis is right," Wilbur immediately chimed in. Without any warning, he grabbed Franny's arm and then grabbed Lewis's arm and started running in the direction of the high school.

Carl was left standing alone in confusion. "Something tells me I'm going to have a difficult time with that kid someday."

"Wilbur let go of me!" Franny tried to fight him. "If you don't let go of me this minute, I'll find a way to have you grounded until you're twenty-five!"

"And I have a feeling she could do it," Lewis warned, knowingly.

Wilbur ignored them until they had reached the auditorium. There he let go of them. "Sorry that I had to hijack you like that, but I insist you try out for this musical. Lewis and I will help any way we can. Please?"

"You sure are stubborn aren't you," Franny looked at him.

"I get it from my mom," he answered.

"Well, maybe your mom should teach you some manners!" Franny heard the other students auditioning, and suddenly felt a desire to do so herself. "Fine, as long as I'm here. But if I embarrass myself, I will hunt you down, bury you alive and dance on your grave. Do you understand me, boy?!"

"Great! Now how can we help?"

"What did I just say about embarrassing myself?" Franny more than implied that she did not need their help. Instead she took a deep breath and headed to the end of the line of students waiting to audition for the female lead.

Wilbur and Lewis took seats in the auditorium and waited for Franny to take the stage. Wilbur was content to spend his time "judging" each performance. "That was absolutely horrible…what made her think she could sing…I think the glass would break just to make her stop."

"Wilbur, would you stop it," Lewis finally got annoyed with his son's rudeness.

"Fine…mom's coming up next anyways." He looked to see his dad staring breathlessly as Franny walked across the stage. "Is this one of those heart melting moments that lead to the two of you eventually being my parents?" Wilbur asked with a roll of the eyes.

"Shh!" was Lewis's only response, proving that it probably was.

"For my selection," Franny was obviously nervous as her voice was somewhat low and shaky. "I will be singing, um, Somewhere Waiting." Franny managed to say as the accompanying pianist played the tune.

(Upbeat and Similar to "Merry Old Land of Oz" from The Wizard of Oz)

Franny: Way out west where the sun is golden, way out west where the land is free.

I may find my true love waiting somewhere by the sea.

Way up north where the air is arctic, way up north where the gold is found.

I may find my true love waiting, before summer rolls around.

Oh I will find a way to find him, find the place his heart makes stead.

Oh I will find my true love somewhere, north south east or west.

Way down south where the food is spicy, way down south where the weather's

warm.

I may find my true love waiting somewhere there with open arms.

Way out east where the stones are cobbled, way out east where the homes are

fine.

I may find my true love waiting, there before the summertime.

Oh I will find a way to find him, find the place his heart makes stead.

Oh I will find my true love somewhere, north south east or west.

(the music comes to a rapid close.)

"Brava! Brava!" the drama teacher cheered. "That was fantastic. I think we have found our lead. Congratulations, Ms. Framagucci, you are our new Calamity Jane."

"What!?" came a loud cry from somewhere in the audience. Ana, the school drama queen, was furious. She gave a scowl and stormed out of the auditorium, followed by her clique.

"The only thing that can make me feel better is that album, daddy," Ana whined over the phone. "I can just charge it?! Thanks, daddy!" She hung up and entered the specialty shop she had been standing outside of. She searched the shop, but not succeeding, finally asked the store clerk.

"That's a pretty great album. I had the only copy in town until a month ago. Someone else bought it. Sorry, kid."

Ana felt her heart sink. Her disappointment fueled the anger that had already been started from losing the lead to Franny. As she turned back towards the door she spotted Franny walking by outside, accompanied by Lewis and Wilbur. The sight of her caused Ana's anger to boil into resentment. "You'll regret stealing my spotlight, Framagucci. You will regret it."