A/N- Okay so this is like the shortest oneshot I've EVER written. Basically, I've been too busy to write anything long and thought out but still felt the urge to write. On top of that I'm having extreme writer's block in one of my stories, so I thought that this might help loosen the dam that's built up around my creative juices. I also basically just felt this extreme need to write some Franny/Cornelius fluff. I know TFD is kind of like that, but it's not as concentrated like in this little drabble. This is something that has actually been pecking in the back of my brain the past three or four times I watched MTR. The way that Lewis is just so concerned for Franny leads me to believe that he could have been thinking any of the thoughts that I've presented in this story. So, without further adieu...a little MTR fluff for you :)

More Than Just A Bruise

"Y-You're head," Lewis reached to touch the mark on Mrs. Robinson's forehead, but stopped himself. He wasn't sure why but he felt a knot in his stomach at the thought of Wilbur's mother being hurt. Maybe it's because she's the closest thing beside Mildred that I've ever had to a mom, he thought.

"It's just a bruise, Lewis," Franny responded lovingly.

A bruise that's there because of me, Lewis thought again. If I could use the time machine now, it'd go back and make sure she wasn't hurt…ugh, why am I thinking this way!?

Cornelius chuckled slightly at the memory. He looked at his wife, who had just finished taking a bath, as she brushed out her towel-dried hair.

"What are you looking at?" she asked suspiciously when Franny took note of her husband's staring at her.

"I'm looking at you of course," he said with an amused gleam in his eye.

"Oh is that so. Well, who said you could?" she asked coyly.

"The preacher who married us," he responded.

"Oh, well in that case, continue," she smiled and returned to brushing her hair. Suddenly she touched her forehead with her brush and winced a little.

"Still tender?" Cornelius asked, getting up from where he'd been laying on the bed to walk over to her.

"Yes," Franny answered, but then suddenly looked up at him a little curiously. "Wait, how did you know? I used the burn and bruise be gone to try and reduce it as much as I could," she said in reference to yet another one of the wonderments of the future.

He didn't answer at first, but instead gently reached out his hand to touch the spot where the bruise was, even though it wasn't visible any longer, but stopped. "Y-Your head," he whispered.

Franny suddenly remembered. "It's just a bruise, Lewis."

"A bruise that's there because of me," he was now able to say his thoughts aloud and understand why he had had them in the first place.

"You remember?"

"Yes, I do. I also remember being so confused by the feelings that I had. I think even then I was attracted to you…even though you were old."

"OLD!?"

"Well, yeah, I mean I was only 12 and you already had a son a year older than me…"

Franny giggled at the thought of her husband's younger self having a crush on her before realizing that she was his future wife. "I guess some things are meant to be."

"I wish I could go back and stop that bruise from happening," Cornelius continued.

"I don't," Franny said.

"Why? You enjoy having a hurt forehead?" Cornelius looked at her curiously.

"No, not particularly. But I love hearing the reaction that you had. It's a good thing you turned out to be my husband."

"I'll say," Cornelius chuckled. "If I hadn't been, you would have seriously been leading poor Lewis on."

"Hey! It's not my fault Lewis had a crush on me," Franny defended playfully.

"I'm pretty sure he still does…"

The End