Author Disclaimer: Do not own any of the characters from Disney's Meet the Robinson's...but i love the movie to death....Death!

Chapter 1:

The sound of metal cranking. A twist of a bolt here. A wire needing stripping there. From below the gray contraption, only a spike of golden hair can be seen. It weaves left. Weaves right. Then, a hand shoots up and grabs the cup of yogurt left standing on top of this new machine.

"I think that's it. Hopefully this'll be the last time." The thirteen year old boy stands up and closes the hatch, being careful to push all the wires back in. He wipes the sweat of his forehead, only to smear oil across his face.

"Here goes nothing." He crosses his fingers and pushes the bright red button.

It begins to shake, make a high-pitched sound, then stop. A latch opens and the boy smiles.

"Yes! I've done it. The world's most perfect cup of yogurt." He grabs a spoon and digs in. A smile spreads across his face. "Hmm, delicious."

"Now that's a weird reason to invent something, Lewis."

"Well, you can never really appreciate yogurt unless it's made just right. The correct proportions of dairy, fermentation time, and even fruit acidity. I mean, if you're going to eat something, might as well…" He stops. Realization seeps slowly into his face. He slowly turns around to see the familiar boy with black hair curled like a swirly in the front. With that same familiar lightning bolt shirt.

"Might as well what, Lewis?" The all too familiar smirk that exudes youthful confidence. The boy leans against the door with his arms across his chest.

"Wilbur!" He runs and embraces the taller boy. He doesn't notice that the arms embracing him back are clutching him tighter than usual.

"What are you doing here? I thought we agreed that you shouldn't come back."

"Well…that is an excellent question." The expression on his face falls.

"Wilbur…what's wrong? You don't seem very happy to see me."

"No, I'm just really tired. Been pretty busy lately." He smiles but Lewis notices that it doesn't fully reach his eyes.

"Oh…okay. Sit down then. Do you want a yogurt?" Wilbur chooses a spot on the floor

"Sure…dad." The boy returns with two cups and hands one to Wilbur.

"Hope you don't mind strawberry!"

"Actually it's my favorite! You know Lewis, if this inventor thing doesn't work out for you, you and me could get into the food industry. I can see it now." He flourishes his hands into the air like he's wont to do. "Cornelius and son! Has a nice ring to it."

Lewis laughs. "I'll take that into consideration. If only the future wasn't at stake hahaha."

"Just opening up your options there, buddy." Again, he becomes crestfallen. "May be doing something other than inventing could be good for you."

"Nah, I thought about it and I wouldn't be able to live if I wasn't inventing. You don't know what it's like. All these ideas in my head screaming at me, wanting to be the next thing chosen to be invented." He scoops another spoonful into his mouth. "And Carl, he is definitely screaming quite loudly now that I've finished this machine."

"Yeah…I kinda thought I wouldn't be able to change your mind."

"Hey, are you going to be sleeping over tonight. I'll have to ask Lucille and Bud if…I mean, mom and dad…if you can stay over."

"Still having trouble eh?" Wilbur smirks.

"Yeah, it's so weird. I've never had to say that before." A smile blossoms on the blond's face. "But it's not bad."

"Okay, let's go meet 'em."

"Oh! Who do you got there, son?" Bud looks up from his notes.

"Oh, this is Wilbur. He's a good friend of mine from a while back. Can he please stay over tonight, please?"

"Sure son, why ever not? The more the merrier I say!"

"Thank you sir, you won't hear a peep from us. We'll be quiet like mice… or like cockroaches…or like…" Wilbur continued naming several inconspicuous critters not worth mentioning.

"Woohoo, now what's the fun in that?" He stands up and, as usual, his clothes were not on correctly. The stray tuft of hair bobbing to and fro. "Come with me, and I'll introduce you to my wife!"

They walk down a few hallways. On the way, Wilbur notices that whole walls were missing, as if a mallet had been used to redecorate.

"Sorry about the mess. With all of Cornelius's inventions, we don't seem to have enough room to put them in. So we asked ourselves, 'Why not? Let's add a few more hundred rooms to the house!'"

They stop at a pink door. "I think my wife is baking cookies."

Bud opens the door to reveal a woman in an apron attending a stove.

"Lucille, how are those cookies going?"

"Just a few more minutes!" She notices Wilbur across the door. "And who might this gentleman be?"

"I'm Wilbur. Lewis's friend from class. I'll be staying here the next few days if you don't mind." He smiles shyly.

"We don't mind at all. I mean with all of Cornelius's school work, not to mention his thesis and invention time, I was beginning to wonder when he'd have time for things like friends." She smiles right back. "So…thank you for coming."

Wilbur sees Lewis beaming at both of his adopted parents. "No problem Mrs. Robinson…it's my pleasure."

"So Wilbur? What major are you in?" Bud asks him.

"…What?"

"Well, you said, you two met in class. That must mean you attend university right? You must be a genius too to be where you are at this age."

"Uhh…" He looks over at Lewis who looks at him in a panic as well.

"Did we say we met in class, I meant…" Wilbur tries to stutter an answer only for a ring to interrupt him.

"Oh, cookies are done!" She puts the oven mitts on and takes the cookie sheet from the stove. "When I find myself sleeping for a few days after being awake for a week, it seems that a cookie craving is a long term side effect of the caffeine patch! Dig in everyone."

Lucille then proceeds to stuff as many cookies as she can into her mouth.

"The mark of a great woman I would say!" And as usual, Bud proceeds to play with the two cookies in his hands.

Wilbur looks at his dad again, happy for the love that seems to radiate from him. The younger boy had changed since the first day he had met him.

Lewis catches his eyes and smiles. "Here, have some before Lucille eats them all!"

"You sleep in the lab?"

It was dark already. The moon was high and the stars can be seen shining through the glass dome that was the ceiling.

"Well, I can be up a few days and nights on a certain invention and when I'm done, I just collapse here. So mom and dad put a bed up for emergencies." Lewis fluffs a pillow and throws it at the unsuspecting boy. "Whoops sorry, hehe."

The pillow slowly slides down from his face, and his look of disbelief transforms into a mischievous grin. "Oh no. You won't get away with that so easily. There needs to be punishment!"

Wilbur begins to assault the smaller boy with dual handed pillows until he falls to the floor in a fit of laughter. "Wait, stop. Haha! Wilbur!"

And he begins to retaliate. "I may not know karate but I do know how to…" He looks around the room and picks up the machine from the desk. "How to use this!"

He points the machine at Wilbur, who stops and drops the pillows to the floor. He raises his hands in the air. "I surrender! Don't use that."

"Well! Too late. Feel the awesome might of PB and J." The machine whirls threateningly…then dies. "Jammed again!"

The two boys collapse on the beds in a heap of giggles. "This is so much fun, Wilbur. Just hanging out like this. Not having the world or the future in danger. I like this."

"Yeah…me too." Lewis claps his hands and the lights turn off. The moon and the stars come into full contrast.

"Good night then Wilbur." Lewis rolls onto his side and tries to get a few hours of much needed sleep.

"…Lewis…to be honest I used to sleep like this in my parents room when I was younger. I…I was scared of the dark."

Lewis opens his eyes and looks at the dark shadow beside him.

"You? Really? I never would've guessed." They whisper softly.

"Yeah. My parents didn't care so I slept with them for a couple of years…it felt just like this...right next to you."

Lewis begins to sense it. In the dark, away from sight, his hearing increases, and he notices the sadness in his voice.

"Wilbur…why are you here? Did…did something happen? Why do you sound so sad?"

There's no reply. "Wilbur?"

"Goodnight…dad." He sees the shadow move on to its side.

"Wilbur…" The questions begin to gnaw at him. "Tell me Wilbur."

But the boy was already asleep, snoring loudly in the darkness.

Note: Well that's the first chapter ladies and gents. Tell me if you like it, don't like it, indifferent maybe. And perhaps a reason why. I do want to improve my writing somehow. Keep moving Forward, as they say.

The story is basically finished in my head and I've written a few chapters so far. I'm planning to release one chapter a week because finals are killing me at the moment though I am going at a pace of one chapter written and one chapter edited per day.

So cross your fingers and I hope you like how the story will unfold.

Thank you very much for your time.