Allison 2 Visiting a younger father
Morning light flooded into the room, turning the back of my eyelids red. I rolled over, tightly closing my eyes. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to continue the damn dream… When sleep didn't come back to me within a few minutes, I opened my eyes, and was surprised by my surroundings.
I was in a large, mostly blue room. The center of the round ceiling was made of glass, making it like a skylight. There was a large, upside down yellow lightning bolt drawn on the floor, and a model of the solar system in a corner. There were a few sets of double doors, all of which had an upside down yellow lightning bolt drawn on them, too.
I quickly turned to my other side, and saw another bed. The blue sheets on it were messed up from someone sleeping in it, but no one was there.
I ran my fingers through my hair. So it wasn't a dream…
A squeal escaped my lips, and I quickly covered my mouth with my hand.
"What's wrong?" a male voice asked from behind me. I spun around, and saw a young boy walking out a pair of the double doors. He had damp, pitch black hair that was suppose to be in a strange swirl, but was drooping due to moisture. His brown eyes looked over my face, as he shrugged a black t-shirt on. He also wore blue jeans, and black and white sneakers. He was about my age and height.
"I thought it was all a dream," I admitted, smiling as I jumped to my feet. I bounded up to him, and smiled. "May I take I shower?" I asked.
"Um, sure. But could you bring your clothes in there?" he asked, glancing at my chest before looking me in the eyes. Pervert…
"Okay. Where's the closet?"
Wilbur pointed to one of the double doors, and I ran over to it. When I opened it, I sighed. "Um, can I borrow some of your clothes?"
"Why?" he asked, confused.
"I don't have any clothes," I explained, looking over my shoulder.
"Oh. Sure than. But you do realize that you're female, and I'm male, right?" he gave me a slightly confused, slightly mocking look.
"So? I love wearing guy clothes!" I told him, smirking. I grabbed a random t-shirt then some jeans, and ran into the bathroom. And since he was showing sings of being perverted, I locked the door.
I came out of the bathroom with my hair still slightly dripping, and wearing a black t-shirt that had a yellow lightning bolt on it. (I'll have to ask about that.) I also wore a pair of blue jeans, but my feet were bare, because I didn't even ask what size shoe Wilbur wore. Once I stepped out, someone ruffled my hair. I spun around, and saw Wilbur smirking.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself!" he told me, flashing me a smile.
"You waited for me to come out of the bathroom so that you can mess with my hair?" I asked, giving him a confused look. He shook his head. "No, I waited for you to come out of the bathroom so that I could take you to the garage!"
It took me a few seconds to realize what he was talking about. "Oh yeah! Let's go!"
He ran over to a light blue pad on the ground, and when he stepped on it, he said, "Garage."
A travel tube fell from the ceiling, and he was sucked up inside of it. I hesitated, before I copied him. When the travel tube dropped me off, I was in the garage. Wilbur was waiting, leaning against the red time machine.
"Come on, Allison!" he opened the window/door/ceiling for the time machine, and jumped into the driver's seat. I climbing into the back, and smiled.
"Wilbur!"
He cussed under his breath, and turned his torso to face Carl, who was standing a little away from one of the travel tubes. He had his arms crossed, and he stared at Wilbur.
"Yes, Carl?" Wilbur asked.
"Are you seriously going to drag innocent Allison in one of your schemes?" he demanded, walking over to the time machine.
Innocent Allison?
"Innocent? It was her idea!" Wilbur pointed slightly accusingly at me.
"What?" Carl exclaimed, turning to face me. I nodded. "I want to meet Lewis."
Carl stared at me, his mouth gaping. Wilbur took this time to close the entrance, and to shoot foreword, as he pressed in a time on the keypad. A bubble formed around the ship, as it shot forward. And once Carl got over his shock, the bubble popped, and we were in the past.
Wilbur
I could tell that we were in the past for a few reasons. First of all, most of the trees, bushes, and other plants were gone. Second, it was too quite. Third, There wasn't any of the chaos that I had grown up in.
"He's probably in his invention room," I told her, as I landed, and turned the invisibility on. I opened the entrance, and climbed out. She followed me out, then I closed the door. I was about to knock on the door, when someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned around, and smiled.
The kid who was about my age, was slightly shorter than me, with light blond hair that stuck up, and was slightly spiky. He had deep blue eyes that were covered by brown circle glasses. His vest was the same color as his eyes, with white sleeves and a white collar. He also wore a pair of bright red pants, and brown shoes.
"Hiya, dad!" I waved, flashing him a smile. Allison stared, as a slight smile crept across her lips.
"Wilbur, what are you doing here again?" he asked, as he crossed his arms, and started to tap his foot. He clenched his jaw, and narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, sorry…" I muttered, thinking that he was angry at me.
Suddenly, he engulfed me in a hug, and ruffled my hair affectionately. "I see you got a girlfriend!"
"What?" Allison and I exclaimed in harmony, as I pushed him away. "Lewis, what are you talking about?" I asked, giving him a confused look.
He simply pointed a thumb at Allison, who crossed her arms. "I am not his girlfriend!" she informed him.
"Then who are you?" Lewis asked, looking her over.
"She's the newest addition to the Robinsons. You and mom adopted her yesterday, after she won a science fair," I explained.
"So she's your sister?" he asked, looking from Allison to me. She nodded.
"Kind of…" I muttered. I liked the girl and all, but I still didn't think of her as a sister…
"Okay…" he muttered, then he grabbed my hand. "Come on! I want to show you something!" he dragged me into the house, with Allison following. He pulled me up the stairs, all the way to the top, into his invention room.
Allison stared. As far as I can tell, she has never seen in invention room, even in our time.
Sitting in Lewis's chair was a young girl, about my age, but about a head shorter than me. She had jet black hair that was pulled into two short pony tails on the sides of her head. Her brown eyes were looking down at a green frog in her hands.
"Who's she?" I asked, pointing a thumb at her.
"Hey! I remember you!" the girl looked up, setting her frog on the table, and jumping to her feet. She bounded over to me, and pointed up at my face. "You're the one that knocked over my frogs at the science fair!"
"You're right, he is, Franny," Lewis nodded, smiling at her, before he shot me a smirk.
"You're…F-Franny?" I exclaimed. Me and my intelligent remarks…
"Yeah, who are you?" she nodded, crossing her arms.
"Wilbur," I told her, getting over the shock. So the girl I bumped into at the science fair was my soon-to-be-mother…
"And you are?" she asked, turning to face Allison.
"Allison," she told her, holding out her hand. The girls shook hands, while Lewis looked at Allison's shirt.
"Um, Wilbur, why is she wearing your clothes?" he asked, giving me a slightly amused glance.
I sighed. "It's not like that, Lewis. She just doesn't have any of her own clothes, and she apparently likes wearing male clothes. Who knew?"
Lewis shrugged. "Who knew?" he echoed.
Then a frog hopped by my feet, and Franny quickly bent down, and snatched up the frog. "Frankie!"
"Frankie?" I exchanged looks with Lewis, then looked at the frog. It looked so different without the black suit and tie.
"Shouldn't you two be getting back?" Lewis asked, glancing at his work table. I moved my gaze to the table, and a smile crept across my lips. "No way! Is that…" my voice trailed off, as I walked over to the table. Laying against it was a gray metal robot with a square head and body. It had long arms, but no legs. It was only the torso up, but the shape was still recognizable.
"That's Lewis's latest project. He calls it Carl," Franny explained, as she put Frankie on Allison's shoulder.
I brushed my fingertips across where the forehead would be if it was a regular human. This model might have been the wrong color, but I could hear Carl's voice ringing in my ears, still warning me about altering the time stream. (I think this is because he had done that so much lately…)
"Um, well, I'm going to leave you two alone." I shot Lewis a smirk, and walked over to Allison. I gingerly picked up Frankie, and placed him on Franny's own shoulder.
"Come on, Allison, let's go home." I grabbed her wrist, and led her down the stairs.
"Come anytime you want to!" Lewis called behind me, and as I glanced back, I saw him waving.
"When we got back, Carl was waiting for us, pacing back and forth in the garage. I sighed. Here we go again…
I opened the entrance, and we both climbed out before I shut the door.
"Thanks, Wilbur!" she told me, smiling brightly.
"Any time, Ally!" I told her, as a smile found its way to my lips.
"Really? They had to bring the female version of Wilbur…" Carl was muttering under his breath, as he continued to pace.
Allison and I exchanged glances, and shrugged. "I guess he's talking about me," Allison muttered, before we walked over to him. I tapped his shoulder, and he spun around to face us.
"You two have some serious issues!" Carl informed us. "Traveling through time even though there's a risk you can destroy everything that your father has built!"
"He's not her father," I muttered. She wasn't my sister. She was just a friend that was living with us for some stupid reason…Wait, did I seriously think of her as a friend? Um, reality check: I've known her for a day!
"Either way, do you want humanity to become slaves?" Carl demanded.
"No, Carl." Allison shook her head, looking at the ground. Her lower lip slightly gutted out, and her eyes glazed.
Was she…crying?
"Oh, sorry!" Carl stared at her, as he gently pushed her chin up. She looked up innocently at him, and he sighed.
"Fine, I won't tell your parents this time. But if you do it again, I'm going straight to the parents!" Carl told her.
"Thank you!" she told him, automatically brightening up.
Even my fake cry didn't work that well on him!
I laughed, grabbed her hand, and rushed over to one of the travel tubes. "Wilbur's room!" we shouted in harmony, before we were sucked inside.
Once we were deposited in my room, she asked, "Okay, so explain the upside down lightning bolts!"
Oh, crap… "I have a slight…no, not slight…" my voice trailed off. The one thing that proved that I was a Robinson was my obsession…At least it was the most visible proof.
"Obsession with what?" she asked, as she sat down on her bed and glanced down at the upside down lightning on her chest.
I sighed, and sat down across from her on my own bed. "I have an obsession with Caption Time Travel. Happy?"
"O-kay…" she muttered, looking at the ground. Great…she probably thought that I was a complete dork now…
"Do you have any of the books?" she asked suddenly, looking at my face.
"Um…yeah. All of them…" I told her, confused by the sudden change of conversation. "Why do you ask?"
"I haven't read a book in a really long time. My invention took up most of my time, so I couldn't even read at night," she informed me, as she crossed her legs on her bed.
"You probably won't like them. You should ask someone like Dad for a book. If you like frogs or music, ask Mom. If you like trains, ask Aunt Billie," I muttered, as I started to shuffle my feet.
"Okay…When does your school start?" she asked, obviously trying to replace the silence with a conversation.
"Summer started three days ago, so in a few months…" I sighed, and laid back against my bed, with my feet dangling off the end.
"What's your grade average?" she asked.
"I have an A plus in all subjects," I informed her.
"Really?" she exclaimed. I nodded, and sat up. "I might not look like much, but I'm the smartest in my class, and the only reason that I haven't been advanced to high school or college classes is because I don't want to."
"You don't want to?" she asked, giving me a confused look. I shook my head. "I don't want to be as ahead of my age as my father was. He graduated college at the age of fourteen. After that, he started inventing more often. But I wouldn't have much to do since I can't do anything when I'm fourteen!"
"Good point…" Allison muttered under her breath.
"By the way, nice fake cry," I told her.
"Thanks. It comes naturally…" she suddenly looked depressed, as she pulled her knees to her chest.
It took me a few seconds to realize what was wrong. Her family. "Oh, sorry…"
"It's okay. I grew up the last few years with it!" she told me, forcing a smile.
We were silent for a few seconds, before I jumped to my feet. "Have you met Tiny?"
"Who?" she asked, giving me a confused look. I noticed that her ocean blue eyes were glazed with real tears.
"Our pet !" I told her, before I rushed over to the travel tube, with her following.
After we fed Tiny, she seemed to cheer up. Then we were called over for dinner. We sat down next to each other again, since they were the only seats left.
Tonight, Lefty served us instead of Carl. (They switch jobs occasionally. Lefty's job is really to cook, but sometimes him and Carl would switch, and Carl would cook while Lefty serves.) Tonight's dinner: spaghetti and meatballs. (Oh, no…)
The food was delicious, as usual, but soon Tallulah and Laszlo started arguing, and Petunia started yelling at Fritz for not keeping them quiet. This completely confused Allison, and she kept looking from Petunia to me.
"Is she…?" Allison's voice trailed off, as her gaze rested on me.
"Cranky? Yes." I nodded. Everyone seemed to be asking that question..,
"That's not what I meant, but okay…" she shrugged it off.
After the plates were taken away, Carl and Lefty both came out for dessert. Carl had one plate in his hand, that had a piece of chocolate cake on it. Lefty served everyone except Allison, and I quickly realized why he was only holding one. He walked over to Allison, and set it in front of her. "To the newest member of the Robinson family!"
I rolled my eyes. She wasn't part of the family…
"T-thank you!" she stammered, obviously nervous due to the fact that everyone was staring at her. Everyone except me, because I was glaring at the table cloth. I should of known something like this was going to happen. We rarely use these table cloths for anything except for special occasions…
Everyone started clapping, and I clapped a few times in an unsupportive manor.
Franny noticed, though. "Wilbur, aren't you going to clap for your sister?"
That's when I had it. I jumped to my feet, causing my chair to fall to the ground. "She's not my sister!" I yelled, anger coming to a boil inside of me.
"Wilbur!" one of my family members gasped in surprise, but I didn't pay any attention.
"She's your sister!" Franny told me sternly, as she got to her feet. Cornelius rested a calming hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged him off. Then he sighed, and also got to his feet.
"No, she's not! She's just another form your using to punish me for bringing Lewis into this time!" I yelled back.
Allison noisily got to her feet, and ran off, muttering apologizes under her breath as she did so.
"Wilbur Robinson!" Franny shouted, before Cornelius ran off to catch up with Allison.
Once the both of them were out of the room, I felt completely horrible and miserable for what had popped out of my mouth. I sighed, and sat back down, staring at the table cloth as I rubbed it between one of my fingers and my thumb.
Allison
I was crying into my pillows when he came to comfort me.
"Allison, please look up…" a male voice whispered, sounding almost pleading. I hesitated, before I looked up at Cornelius's face. "W-why are y-you here?" I asked, my voice cracking pathetically. I hate it when I got too emotional…
"Because Wilbur doesn't understand himself, and has no idea what he is talking about." Cornelius gave a slight smile, as I sat up, hugging my legs close to my body. He sat down next to me, and looked me in the eyes.
"W-what do you mean by that?" I asked, forcing my voice to be as steady as possible.
He gave a forced smile. "Let's just say that I visited the future!" he winked, with an impish glint in his blue eyes.
"What is that suppose to mean?" I asked, still confused.
"You'll find out!" he promised. Then he added, "All you have to do is stay!"
"But not everyone excepts me, so I can't be part of the family!" I told him, sighing.
"Wilbur will except you soon!" Cornelius informed me.
"How can you know this for sure? The future isn't completely definite, and with Wilbur always stealing the time machine, neither is the past or present!" I yelled at him, anger swelling inside of me.
He chuckled. "True…"
After a few seconds, he reached into his pocket, and slipped something in my hands. "Only use it if you really want to…" he whispered in my ear. He lightly kissed the top of my head, before he got to his feet, and walked out.
Once he was out of sight, I looked at what he put into my hand. It was a strange, silver colored key.