GAH! I just had to get this out before I exploded!

I know I should seriously not be multi-tasking ("Remember the multi-tasker pen, Robin. Remember the multi-tasker pen...") but this idea just wouldn't go away!

I had originally planned to wait until MTR came out on DVD to start this, because I really needed to see the movie again so I could get a little inspiration on how to start this appropriately, but I went and saw MTR again today at the nearest dollar theater (it was even better the second time!) and that didn't help with sticking to just TYWAW and Accustions much, but it did give me tons of ideas for more MTR fics! Unlike Pocahontas, this movie is esay to get ideas for!

Anyway, here's my newest story! I don't know when I'll update this, but, eh...

Review, please!

-Robi

Chapter One: Oddly Familiar

"Leeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiss sssssss...Leeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwiii iiiiiisssssssss..." A voice, accompanied by repeated pokes to the arm, brought fourteen-year-old Lewis from his deep sleep. He opened his eyes, blinking against the light, groaning. He could barely make out the dark figure that stood beside his bed, obviously the owner of the voice and the finger that still prodded at his shoulder. "Lewis..."

Lewis's only responce was to groan again and roll over onto his side.

"Don't make me flip the mattress over!" The voice threatened. "You know I will! I've done it before and I'm not afraid to do it again!"

"Go away." Lewis grumbled, obviously not frightened by the threat.

Fourteen-year-old Wilbur Robinson rolled his eyes at his future dad. Why did he have to be so dang hard to wake up?!

"It's your fourteenth birthday, dude! You can't just sleep it away!" He said. Lewis just pulled the covers up to his chin. Wilbur gave an agitated sigh.

"Or I could always go get a couple of Lucille's caffeine patches. I'm sure that'll wake you up."

Lewis groaned again, but rolled over and grabbed his glasses and sat up, yawning. "Alright, alright, I'm up. Are you happy now?" He asked.

Wilbur grinned and nodded curtly. "Yes, thank you." He said. Lewis just grinned and threw a pillow at him.

Wilbur just dodged the pillow and walked out the door. "Oh, your mom says breakfast will be ready in about ten minutes."

"Thanks." Lewis said.

Wilbur's visits from the future had become quite frequent in the past two years (for Lewis, one year for Wilbur). He came whenever he could, most of the time being when he was in trouble. Wilbur hadn't changed a bit in the year/years since he had first stolen the time machine, and neither had Lewis for that matter. The only thing that was different about the two of them was that they had both grown at least a couple inches. Lewis was still shorter than Wilbur by about two inches, if you didn't include his hair.

Wilbur walked back into the kitchen, where Lucille was finishing setting the table.

"Did you have to flip the mattress?" Bud asked, looking over his newspaper. Wilbur shook his head.

"Nope. Came close to it, though!" He said.

At that exact moment, Lewis came into the kitchen, yawning and stretching sleepily. Lucille engulfed her son into a hug so tight, Wilbur could have sworn he saw Lewis's face turn purple before Lucille let him go.

"Happy birthday, Cornelius!" She said. Lewis grinned.

"Thanks, Mom." He said. Now that he was in college, about to graduate, the only people who called him Lewis were Wilbur, Mildred, and a few of his former elementary and middle school teachers.

"Happy birthday, dude." Wilbur said. Lewis grinned at his best friend and the two sat down at the table as Lucille placed pancakes in front of the both of them and Bud.

"Eat up! The party starts at noon, and it's already ten!" She said, turning back to the oven, where Lewis's birthday cake was baking.

Lewis had invited just about everyone he knew, Franny, Gaston, Art, Goob, Franny's parents, and some of his former classmates from elementary and middle school. It was going to be a big party.

Lewis and Wilbur finished up with their pancakes and sat them in the sink. Lucille and Bud shooed them from the room, and they climbed the stairs to Lewis's now cluttered lab.

Wilbur walked over to what seemed to be a dismembered Carl prototype. "I take it Carl's prototype didn't go so well?" He asked. Lewis shook his head.

"I just can't seem to get him to work." He said, sighing. "I'll get him to work eventually."

"Keep moving forward." Wilbur said. Lewis rolled his eyes, but smiled and nodded anyway.

"Keep moving forward."

----Later, at the party----

The party was tons of fun. All of Lewis's friends were there, as was his family. Franny had brought Frankie to show Lewis his progress, and Gaston had brought his cannon, and everyone was getting kicks out of Frankie and his soon-to-be-mafia-gang frogs escaped their tanks, hoping all around the yard, everyone hurrying to try and catch them. A food fight had broken out soon after the cake was presented, and everyone had had a blast with that.

"Hey, Lewis," Wilbur said, nudging Lewis in the ribs. "Who's that girl over there?"

Lewis followed to where Wilbur was pointing and saw a girl about his age standing near the big maple tree in the front yard. She wore a red t-shirt under a blue-jeans jacket, jeans, and blue Keds flats. Black hair peeked out from under a blue baseball cap. She had soft green eyes that sparkled with mischief and adventure behind purple-rimmed glasses, and she had two holes in ear earlobe. She wore a small gold G Clef charm on a gold chain around her neck, was glancing around the small crowd, not particularly looking for anything as it seemed, but there was something about her that came across as strange to both Wilbur and Lewis.

"I don't know." Lewis said. "I've never seen her before."

"Neither have I." Wilbur said.

"Although..." Lewis said, squinting at the girl. "There's something oddly familiar about her. I just don't know what it is yet."

The girl seemed to feel the future father and son's eyes on her. She turned and grinned at the two of them, walking over to them.

"Hi!" She said.

"Hi." Lewis said. "I'm Cornelius, and this is Wilbur."

The girl held out her hand to Lewis, then Wilbur. "Nice to meet you! I'm Krys." She said.

"I don't think we've met before." Lewis said, cocking his head slightly to the side. "Did you come here with somebody else?"

Krys nodded, glancing at the crowd. "Y-yeah. I came with somebody else." She said. Wilbur cocked an eyebrow at her slight hesitation. There was something about this girl he just didn't trust.

"I'll, uh, talk to you later!" She said. She hurried away from the boys towards the crowd.

"That was...odd." Wilbur said as he and Lewis watched her go. Lewis nodded.

"Yeah." He agreed. "And I still don't know what it is about her that's so familiar..."

"Eh, don't worry about it." Wilbur said. "But you're right. There is something familiar about her. It's like I know her or something, and I've never seen her before in my life!"

Lewis just shook his head. "We'll keep an eye on her." He said. "Now if we have any hope of getting any more cake, we'd better get over there fast! It looks like Goob's gone on a cake-eating spree!"

----A few hours later----

The rest of the day, Lewis and Wilbur kept a close eye on Krys. She seemed to be avoiding them for some reason. If they'd get anywhere near her, she'd simply turn away as though she didn't even know the two were there. She talked with Lewis's parents, chatted with Franny apparently about music, and won a race against nine-year-old Gaston and eleven year old Art.

So when she slipped silently away from the crowd, Lewis and Wilbur saw their chance. The carefully got up and quietly followed the mysterious fourteen-year-old. She was constantly glancing around to make sure she wasn't being followed, which confirmed their suspicions that she was up to something. Wilbur and Lewis were constantly having to push each other into the bushes or something along those lines to keep from Krys seeing them. Finally, she stopped near the back of the house near the edge of the woods in the backyard, glancing around once more to make sure she wasn't being followed. She pushed a few branches aside and disappeared into the woods. Lewis and Wilbur nodded at each other, silently slinking after her.

When they reached the woods, they could hear Krys speaking softly to something or someone they couldn't see. They couldn't make out what she was saying she was speaking so quietly, so they slinked closer to try and catch some of her conversation.

"I know this is important!" She said. She sighed in frustration. "I know that! But I think they suspect something and--"

Wilbur swatted at a mosquito that had just bit him. "Ow." He muttered. Lewis instantly covered his mouth.

"Sh!" He hissed quietly. They heard Krys mutter something, then the talking stopped. They pushed back a few branches to see her standing in a small clearing, glancing around for whatever it was she had heard. She then made her way back towards the way she had come, passing right by the well hidden boys as she did. Lewis and Wilbur glanced at each other, then got up and followed her.

Suddenly, just as they were nearing the house, Lewis stepped on a stick, causing it to snap and Krys to turn around. Her eyes widened at the sight of Wilbur and Lewis, who still eyed her suspiciously. Krys backed up against the house, nervousness etched on her face.

Lewis and Wilbur cornered Krys, who bit her lip nervously.

"Alright, what's going on?" Wilbur demanded. "You've been acting strange since we met you!"

Krys didn't say anything, just looked nervously from Wilbur to Lewis.

"You might as well just tell us." Lewis said. "Because if you don't, I could always test my newest invention on you to scan your brain."

"I wouldn't underestimate him." Wilbur said, nodding. "He is a genius, you know."

"I know he's a genius!" Krys suddenly blurted out. "You have to be a genius to graduate college at 14!"

Krys suddenly realized what she had said and slapped her hand over her mouth. "I-I...uh..."

Lewis stared blankly at her. "How did you know that?" He demanded. "I just turned fourteen today, and I haven't graduated college yet!"

"C'mon, you better just fess up. If you don't, we'll just drag it out of you anyway." Wilbur said, crossing his arms over his chest. Krys sighed in defeat.

"You really want the truth? I'll give you the truth." She said. She reached up and took off her baseball cap, causing her black hair to fall to her shoulders. In the middle of her hairline was a slightly ruffled, but very prominate cowlick. Lewis and Wilbur's eyes widened.

"My real name is Krystal Robinson." She said, turning to Wilbur. "I'm your daughter."

A/N- Ooh, now the tables are turned on Wilbur! XD

-Robin