I caved.

I swore up and down that I wasn't going to start this until after Christmas, after I'd updated and finished TYWAW and updated TYS, and possibly Accusations, but, unfortunantly my brain decided to go evil on me by going "Get-this-out-on-paper-and-I'll-let-you-go-back-to-TYS-and-TYWAW-and-only-then-will-I-let-you-go-back-to-TYWAW-and-TYS" so...yeah...

Anyway, so you all have full rights to call me insane now! Long before MTR was even considered for a movie, Disney's Pocahontas was my favorite movie ever, and it still remains at the top of my list. For those of you who have not seen this film, I highly recommend you do. It's such a beautiful story with an awesome and touching plot. It's definitely one you won't soon forget!

Not long after I saw MTR, I thought, "Whoa. And MTR/Pocahontas crossover would be really cool!" but since I was still new to writing MTR fics, the idea was forgotten, but now it's back. I'll never know what brought back the notion to write it, but it came back, and here it is.

Luckily, since I know both of these movies like the back of my hand, this won't take long to write. It's the matter of sitting down without getting on the internet and getting sidetracked that I need to grasp. Don't worry; I'll take my conserta (I have ADD, for those of you who don't know (or haven't figured it out by now), and conserta is my medicine. It's a pretty mild case, but...it's still ADD) and go to school and come home and write it. I promise.

So here's the prologue! I didn't think this would really be considered a chapter, since, well, it's not really into the whole crossover thing yet, but, eh. -shrugs-

Anywho, I really hope you enjoy this, and I hope it sparks some interest!

Read and review! Oh, and:

Disclaimer: I do not own Disney's Meet the Robinsons or Pocahontas, thought I wish I did! They're both really awesome and beautiful movies with wonderful and beautiful morals.

Journey to a "New" World? Nah!

By doodlegirll

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Preface

Wilbur sighed as he slouched in his desk chair, staring at the Study Screen in front of him, wishing it would just disappear. His Writing Screen sat not far away, and his digital clock said the time was ten o'clock at night.

It was Sunday night, and Wilbur was supposed to be studying for his history test on Jamestown, Virginia 1607 the next morning, the keywords being supposed to be. He actually should have had it done hours ago, but he had gotten…sidetracked. Hey, it wasn't his fault he had beat his own record at Chargeball! Nor was it his fault that his father's latest prototype had blown up and he had had to help clean it up.

Okay, so that one had been his fault.

But that was completely beyond the point at this point in time.

The point was, the test was first thing the next morning, and Wilbur found out his grade depended on it. If there was one thing Wilbur did notwant to do, it was fail history, but studying for a test wasn't something he wanted to do either.

Contrary to the popular belief of his peers, it really wasn't Wilbur's fault he was failing history. He paid attention in class and did his work, but the problem was, his teacher, Mr. Bohm, failed him in almost everything for one reason and one reason alone: Wilbur's father had invented a time machine.

Whenever something in history sparked his interest, Wilbur would sometimes (okay, always) steal his father's time machine and go back in time to experience the events for himself. Unfortunately, because he had this advantage, he often saw things happen in history that weren't mentioned on his Study Screen, and when he'd tell Mr. Bohm about it in class or in an assignment, Mr. Bohm would usually fail him, thinking he was lying. He did this so often, in fact, that Wilbur had even tried to prove that he was telling the truth by taking a video camera back in time with him and, being sure to stay in the invisible time machine (his parents would bury him alive if he interfered with history more than he already had in his life) but Mr. Bohm had sworn up and down that Wilbur had edited the video on a computer, and he got a double-fail. His parents hadn't been too thrilled to hear of this, and Cornelius had given Mr. Bohm his word that Wilbur would not use the time machine to study for his test on Jamestown 1607, and he had put both time machines on lockdown to ensure it.

Wilbur sighed again as he picked up his Study Screen and tapped the screen, turning it on. It immediately opened his planner, and he touched the one on the list that said "History Test."

The Study Screen changed over to the page he was supposed to read to help him study for the test. A picture of the legendary Pocahontas showed up, and Wilbur sighed as his eyes skimmed the page.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Franny poked her head in.

"How's the studying going?" She asked, walking over to her son at his desk. Wilbur sighed for what seemed like the ten millionth time and turned his swivel chair around to face his mom.

"Horrible." He grumbled. "Jamestown 1607 doesn't seem as interesting as a lot of the other stuff we study."

"Why not?" Franny asked. "Jamestown was always one of my favorite things to study when I was in school!"

"Really? Why?" Wilbur questioned.

"I always thought it was really interesting." Franny answered. "I loved the story of the heroic John Smith and the Indian princess Pocahontas and how they fell in love despite being from two completely different worlds." She smiled when her son made a disgusted kind of look at the mention of romance. "I think what I liked so much about it was it was that it wasn't your typical kind of love story."

Wilbur cocked an eyebrow. "How?" He asked.

"Read and find out." She said, causing Wilbur to huff. "Don't stay up too late."

"Alright, Mom." Wilbur said as he slouched in his seat once more. His mom smiled again and turned away from Wilbur, walking back across his large room and out into the hallway, closing his door behind her.

Wilbur sighed as he turned his chair back around. He picked up his Study Screen once more, scrolling down the page a bit.

The pictures on the left and right sides of the screen showed various different things, like the diagram of Jamestown and the map that showed where it was located in fifteenth century Virginia, and then a picture of the raven haired Pocahontas and the blonde haired John Smith.

Wilbur scrolled back to the top of the page and began to read. His eyes began to grow tired from boredom, and he yawned. Just as he was getting to the part where John and Pocahontas met, Wilbur closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, still slumped in his chair.

Well, what do you think? Interested yet? If not, I promise, it'll get better as the story progresses.

Please review! Frankie's gotten really bored and needs something to do...

-Robin