Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, places, idea or events aside from the OCs (yup, I'm that lazy).

A/N: Okelydokely. I'm a little old to be writing fanfiction. Especially for a Disney movie. Also, I haven't written any fanfiction in about five years. So, uh, sorry if this sucks, has been done a million times over or is weird. Also, I just got into MTR so I haven't had much time to think about stuff- so this may be AU.

I know most people call him "Lewis", but after he was adopted I imagine he was called "Cornelius" or "Neil" for short. I had friend, growing up, who changed her name when she was adopted by her foster mother, and from the next day on, everyone called her Elizabeth (her new name). There was the occasional slip-up, but she considered herself Elizabeth from then on and that's what she responded to. If you all really don't like it, I can change it to Lewis.

R&R and let me know.

Summary: Fifteen-year-old Wilbur visits sixteen-year-old Cornelius for some dating advice. He ends up seeing something he doesn't like.

"Dad, can I ask you for some advice?" Wilbur asked, hesitantly. He had decided he would ask Sophie Goldberg out by this Friday or not at all. It was Wednesday night and he had barely spoken to her all week, despite the fact that they were pretty good friends. It was that fact, he figured, that made it all the more nerve-wracking. He'd asked girls out before, gotten rejected a few times, and gotten accepted a few. Usually, though, there wasn't much hanging in the balance. If a girl said no, they each went back to their respective groups of friends, no harm done (well, maybe a little dejection on Wilbur's side). If Sophie rejected him, would that be the end of their friendship? Would that mean that one of them would have to leave the group, or something? What if they went out and then broke up?

Wilbur knew that his parents were friends before they dated. He also knew they started dating sometime while his mom was in high school, so they were both teenagers. So he knew it was possible. He never heard the story of how it happened, though.

"Sure. What's up?"

Wilbur paused. He wasn't even sure what to ask his dad. It was still weird to ask his dad for dating advice. It didn't help that his dad had been out of the game for so long. He had asked Carl, but robots and humans apparently had drastically different dating rituals. He had also asked Laszlo and Art but the confirmed bachelors had no good tips to offer. Gaston had no personal space boundaries, which was well reflected in his dating advice. Bud had also given him what he was sure was bad advice. Shaving a strip off the back of his head and facing the opposite way may have worked as an opener for the older man, but Wilbur wasn't that brave or insane…or whatever Bud was. Spike, Dimitri, Joe and Fritz were out of the question for obvious reasons. Though he considered asking Fritz purely out of curiosity.

The father-son pair were a lot closer since the time-travel incident (the accidental one, not the two subsequent ones when Wilbur snuck out with a machine as though his father wouldn't know). He supposed interacting with your parents when they're your peers might do that to you. But still, asking dad for dating advice was weird.

"Wilbur?" He woke the boy from his reverie. Of course, that was when it came to him. How had he not thought of it earlier?

"Never mind, Dad."

Wilbur landed as inconspicuously as possible in the Robinson backyard. It was a Friday evening, nearing dusk. Wilbur, who had back in time to the Robinson house twice before, rang the doorbell after he listened for Spike and Dimitri for a minute then realizing they weren't there yet. Sixteen-year-old Cornelius answered the door dressed sharply in a nice shirt, slacks and a tie. The tie wasn't even funny or science-related, just a nice tie. This confused Wilbur slightly.

"Oh, hey. What are you doing here?" He sounded almost disappointed to see his future son. Strange way to greet your best friend. He let Wilbur in.

"I needed to ask some advice."

"Well make it quick, I have a date and she'll be here any minute."

"Perfect! It's about just that. I need dating advice."

"Um. Are you sure I'm the one to ask? Future me is married. I don't really have this down pat, yet.

"What's the problem? You're already dating the woman you're going to marry, you must be doing something right. You must have at least gotten the 'asking your friend out' part down. That's all I need help with. And planning a first date. And anything else, really."

Cornelius laughed nervously. "Not quite."

Wilbur didn't like the sound of the nervous laugh. "What do you mean 'not quite'? Things are going well between you and Franny, right?"

The doorbell rang again and Cornelius answered it.

"That's her. I have to go. Her dad's driving us. He's very strict. I have to impress him."

Wilbur didn't know Grandma and Grandpa Framagucci as well as the Bud and Lucille, but they didn't seem so strict to him. How could someone so austere possibly raise Gaston?

Cornelius nudged his future son out of the way and answered the door. Wilbur couldn't see her very well from where he stood, as his father was trying to hide him from the girl at the door, but he could see a little sliver. Why would his mother dye her hair auburn? She looked good with natural color. Also, she was wearing clothes he could not imagine Franny ever wore as a teenager. Too frilly and light pink. It finally dawned on him, though he could not see her face to be sure, that this was not his mother. He did not like this. Why was his dad dating a girl who was not his mother?

Cornelius was about to walk out and close the door when Wilbur dragged him back.

"Who is she and just what are you doing with her?"

Cornelius sighed. "Just wait in my room and I'll explain later," he told Wilbur. He turned to his date and said, "Sorry, that's just my cousin from out of town." He turned to introduce the two, but Wilbur had already left for Cornelius' room. He turned back to his date and closed the door. "Sorry about that."

"That's okay, Neili," the girl told him, followed by a peck on the lips. They held hands as they walked out to her dad's car. Even if her dad did chaperone the whole thing (which, as a sort-of father, Cornelius understood), he was sure it was going to be a good night. Until he got home, that was.

Sorry for the lack of formatting. A combination of my computer's screwiness and my browser being stupid, I cannot tell what, if any, of my HTML worked, so I deleted it all.

I'll probably have the second chapter up tomorrow or the next day. It'll include a flashback! Hope you enjoyed it. R&R, please.

Shiri