A little late, but...DONE! Welcome to the 2nd story in the series! It is still debatable if this story will be a crossover or not (no, I'm not shouting out the other movie!). The further in the story I go, the more decisive the crossover will be. The summary describes all...and I did give a spoiler alert in my profile about this story if you paid attention. And so, here is "Psychic in the Light"! *I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons"*

*KARENA'S POV*

*September 4, 2038*

"Now all you do is aim at the target. Concentrate, and fire at it. Never hit the top target first because it never works."

Wilbur was teaching me how to fix the batteries needed to fill Billie's 'toy train' with juice using a chargeball glove. Let me tell you: it is a lovely thing to do on a Saturday when you don't have school or work. Oh yeah, I'm back in college again as a sophomore, and Wilbur started his sophomore year in high school, and he beamed a smile on that first day.

Anyway, I started to concentrate before firing a charge at the target. I think I concentrated too hard; the charge did hit the target, but it bounced back to me and I landed on the ground.

"OW!"

"You okay there, Karr?" Wilbur asked as he held his hand out.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered, taking his hand. "I'm a little nervous about this. That's all."

"Just take it easy on the concentration," my teenage boyfriend advised. "Imagine the charge going from one target to the next, no matter what direction it goes."

I tried again to concentrate, but not as hard as I did the first time. Left, up, right. Left, up, right. I opened up my eyes, and I fired a charge at the left target, and the charge hit all three targets! I did it! I bounced up and down with joy.

"See? I told you you'd get it," Wilbur said with a smirk. "You just need a little bit of practice, that's all. Now it's your turn to teach me something."

Whenever both Wilbur and I had the day off from school or work, we would teach each other something new, like the multiple target practice with the chargeball glove today. It was my idea to have us know each other more instead of just talking and kissing. There was one day during the summer when we were both bored, and I got up and karate-kicked Wilbur. He ended up winning the fight that day because he had more experience, but he continued to teach me every other day throughout the summer. He still had a lot to teach me, but I was getting better.

So I decided to teach him how to blend colors together. I held his hand, and I lead him toward the travel tube, which would lead us to Wilbur's room. Since I had forgotten to take my drawing supplies with me to my dormitory (yes, I moved into the university commons since I couldn't afford an apartment at the moment), that's what I decided to teach him. I opened up my sketchbook, and I got out the right colors to draw the rainbow.

"Uh, Karr? What are you teaching me?" Wilbur asked.

"How to blend colors together...or how to draw a rainbow."

"Oh that's easy," Wilbur replied, and I gave him a raised eyebrow.

"Easy as in drawing 7 curved lines and coloring in between the lines?" I asked in a quiet voice, and then yelled my answer. "NO!"

"Geez, Karena! You don't need to be loud...that's my job!"

"But still, watch." Wilbur glued his eyes to my hand, and I started to put some color on the blank page. I lightly moved the red up and down to make the left end of the rainbow. Then I gave the red a rest after applying a faint color on the right side and started to color with the orange. I applied the orange on top of the faint red and started coloring from there. I left a faint color on that side, and I picked up the yellow...and so forth with green, blue, indigo, and finally purple.

"Now you try," I said, handing Wilbur the colored pencils. I watched Wilbur as he started to color with the red, but something wasn't right about his movements.

"Wilbur, you're pressing too hard. Take it easy. Not too faint at the beginning, but not too heavy either."

Wilbur growled, but he tried again. I noticed that he did lighten up a bit on the pressure, and he eventually got the coloring perfect. He even faded out the red as I told him too, and he showed me his work.

"That's it, Wilbur," I complimented. "Now try the orange."

The raven-haired fifteen-year-old boy started coloring with the orange, but he stared coloring outside the red.

"Hey hun, you start on the fainting red area...carefully."

"Oh oops!" Wilbur exclaimed, and he tried again, this time starting on the fainted red and making his way to the solid orange. With each color, he was getting better.

"I think I'm better at photography than I am at this," Wilbur said.

"Actually, I think you're better than me at blending two colors together," I complimented, and my boyfriend gave me a weird look.

"You are joking, right?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh come on, Wilbur!" I said with a straight face. "Note. Serious. Face." I pointed to my face.

"Oh...okay then I'll take that as a compliment? Anyway, what color is next?"

"Yellow." Wilbur picked up the yellow and started to color on top of the fainted orange. He was just about done coloring with the yellow when his mom called us down to dinner. The dinner entree tonight: pizza.

Well hey. I never put too much action in the beginning of my stories...okay I did for two of them, but that was when I got started writing. But I hope this intro was pretty good, despite it being short...that's what beginnings are for. So, next part is in Wilbur's view...again, another part of the beginning. So I'll 'see' you guys when I write the next chapter ;)