Hey everyone! Chapter 3 of this story is no longer flashbacks, and most of chapter 2 wasn't either. Sorry about the bold, but my computer was deciding to be stupid. I hate it when they do that.

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Chapter 3!!!!!!!!!!!

Wilbur woke up at seven AM, felling very refreshed. This was the first time Lydia had actually slept through the night. He smiled and reached for the video phone next to his bed. He hit number one on his speed dial and grinned. It was already a great day.

Emily groaned as the ring of her video phone woke her from a sound sleep. She looked at her clock and groaned again. "Seven AM. Who on earth could possibly feel the need to call me at seven AM?" she grumbled, but she answered the phone anyway. "Hello?"

"What, is this not a good time?"

"Time, Wilbur? Time? It's seven AM! What are you doing awake? What's wrong? Do you need me to come over? Hold on, I'll be there in 15 minutes, 20 tops."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's okay Em. Nothing's wrong."

She paused. "Are you sick?"

He laughed. "No, I'm not sick. Lydie slept through the night. The whole night. Didn't wake up once. I actually slept really well."

Emily yawned. "Good for you," she said dryly. Wilbur lost his grin for a moment. "I'm sorry I woke you up. Really. I was just feeling really great and I wanted to talk to you. I'm sorry."

Emily sighed. "It's okay Wilbur. I'm happy to see you too. Since I'm up I may as well come over anyway. Assuming I'm welcome," she said with a smirk.

"Of course you are. I just have to get changed. No Captain Time Travel pj's for you."

"I've seen them, you know."

"Oh yeah." He laughed nervously. "You did see those."

"Yeah, I did." She grinned. He grimaced. "Ummm…could we please change the subject? Pretty please?"

"Alright, since you asked so nicely. Did Lydia really sleep through the whole night?"

"Yup, the whole night. Sooo….when are you coming over?" Emily grinned, as did he. "As soon as you hang up, I'll start getting ready. I'll be there in 20 minutes."

"See you soon," said Wilbur with a grin, and he hung up the phone.

20 minutes later…..

Emily rang Spike's doorbell and was greeted at the door by Lefty. "Hey buddy, how are you?"

"Unghhh."

She smiled. "Good to hear. Have you seen Wilbur?"

"Right behind you, babe." She turned to face the staircase just in time to see Wilbur slide down the banister. She shook her head and smiled. So that was why Wilbur had convinced his father to keep the staircases after he'd invented the travel tubes. Wilbur stumbled as he reached the end of the banister and ended up on the floor. He grinned, brushed himself off, and put his arms around Emily. They kissed, and both smiled. "Good to see you," said Wilbur. "You too."

8 months later……

The Robinson house was abuzz with activity. This was not incredibly unusual, but this time, the activity was focused on a single event: Lydia's first birthday. Emily and Wilbur were home from college on spring break.

Emily was planning on majoring in theatre. Wilbur, of course, had surprised everyone by casually mentioning one night at dinner that he was planning a double major. In history and physics. He had laughed at the look on his father's face and when asked why he was thinking of a double major, replied that he was actually going to found the TCTF someday. His father had choked on his meatloaf, but Wilbur swore that someday he would have a real TCTF badge, and his father wouldn't be laughing at him anymore.

The family was spread out all over the house. Franny, Cornelius, Wilbur, and Emily were in the kitchen baking. Every few minutes, when he thought no one was looking, Wilbur would sneak a small piece of raw cookie dough.

Lydia sat in her bassinet on the countertop, happily gurgling and playing with the toys Cornelius and Wilbur had made her. Wilbur took a break from rolling cookies with his mom to play with his sister. He ticked her bare foot and she giggled. Wilbur smiled. He loved it when she smiled. He loved it even more when she smiled at him.

Cornelius and Franny both smiled at their son playing with his baby sister, the sister that he hadn't wanted when he'd first found out his mom had been pregnant. He was so good with her, better than probably anyone else in the family. Except for Franny, of course. He was even better that Cornelius. Franny laughed as she remembered walking past Wilbur's bedroom door, more than once, and heard her son advising her husband on how to make Lydia stop crying or make her eat or fall asleep.

Franny was thrown from her thought by Wilbur and Emily throwing cookie dough at each other. It seemed that she had caught him eating bits of it. Franny had known for hours, but she figured that they could always get more. "Alright you two, knock it off."

"But Moooom!'

"Don't sass me, mister, I'm your mother. I know we don't usually frown upon throwing our food at each other, but cookies dough is hard to get out of clothes. Besides, this food isn't just for us, it's for a party. Your sister's party. Lot's of people from your father's company will be there, and my music friends."

She needn't have bothered with the guilt trip. As soon as Wilbur heard the words 'your sister's party,' he blushed and grew silent. "Sorry Lydie," he said softly. Franny smiled when she realized that Wilbur actually felt horrible, like he'd ruined his sister's special day. "It's okay honey, look, she's not mad at you. See, she's still smiling." Wilbur went over to his sister and kissed her perfect button nose. She giggled, and put her tiny finger on the end of Wilbur's nose. He held his head still for a moment and smiled. Lydia opened her mouth and said, "Willy."

Wilbur's jaw dropped. "Willy," she said again, giggling at herself. The kitchen went silent. Wilbur couldn't move, his sister's finger still on his nose, his fingers still covered with the sticky raw cookie dough. Cornelius spoke first. "You know, that probably says something about the strength of their relationship, that Wilbur's name was her first word…" Franny gasped. "Her first word! Oh, Cornelius, her first word!"

Wilbur breathed heavily. Emily smiled and slowly walked over to Wilbur. She gently reached out one finger and pushed his lower law until his mouth closed. Wilbur broke out of his trance. "Emily, she…she…"

"I know," she said softly. Wilbur looked at her. Emily had tears in her eyes. Wilbur brought his fingertips up to his own eyes and found tears there too. The moment was intense. They had heard Lydia's first word. Wilbur was holding Emily and crying, but somehow he managed to get a few words out. "Of all the words she could have picked……she picked my name. She picked my name. Hi Lydia." He waved. She waved back and said, "Willy." He grinned, and she clapped her hands and giggled.

The moment was broken by the peals of Uncle Spike's doorbell bells.

"I'll get it," said Cornelius. He kissed Franny on the cheek, and went for the door. Franny hugged her son and Emily, and they all cried a little more together. By the time Cornelius walked in carrying a large box, all their eyes were dry.

"Wilbur, it's for you. Looks like it's from the university. There's no name on the return address, but it's definitely for you."

"Great Dad. It might be from my physics professor. I've been working on a project to be able to scan the space-time continuum, you know, to see where there are holes or areas of danger or high risk alert. Places where there's a danger of something going wrong-"

"Places where secret time agents could be needed to fix things, right?" said Cornelius.

"Right." said Wilbur.

"Well son, as long as they've got a badge, I'll trust them."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Just open it already Wilbur. You've bent my ear so much about this scanner that I have to know what's going on with it."

"Patience is a virtue, Emily. Hold on until I get this open. Then I promise you can see what's inside it. Okay?"

"Okay," she said, and briefly kissed him. The got the box cutter that Cornelius had spent years improving, and opened the box. Franny and Cornelius, putting the cookie pans in the oven, were a few feet away from the young couple when they opened the box. "What's inside honey?" asked Franny. "Does it have to do with your project?"

"It has to do with my project all right," said Wilbur grimly. "Actually, it is my project." It was true. The thing inside the box was his project. Funny thing was, it was in pieces. About fifteen hundred pieces. And when Wilbur had left it in his private lab at the university, it had been in one piece. Just one. Wilbur's mouth went dry.

"Oh, Wilbur. I'm so sorry." said Emily, and put her arms around him. He barely noticed. His project had been destroyed. Months of work, months, he'd been working on this. He looked more carefully at the packing paper and realized it was the blueprints for the scanner. Another blow to his months of hard work. He'd have to start completely from scratch.

Cornelius and Franny went to comfort their son, but he was fairly unresponsive. He took the box and went silently up to his room.

About 10 o'clock that night…..

Emily knocked on Wilbur's door, and after a minute she hard him say wearily, "Come in." She did, only to find him slumped over his desk, trying desperately to see if there was anything he could salvage from the box containing the bits of his project. She sat down beside him, and put her hands tenderly on his shoulders. "Wilbur, I'm so sorry. I don't understand who could have done this."

"Me neither. Em, there was something else. Something Mom and Dad don't know yet." With a trembling hand, he passed her a small slip of paper that had been in the box. Wilbur had found it when he'd emptied it only hours before.

Give it up Captain Time Travel!

Death to the TCTF!

Drop the crusade,

Or Else.

Ooohhh, cliffie! This is getting kinda interesting!!!! Will the mysterious note-writer return? Will he (or she?) have a grudge against Wilbur? Will any of this ruin Lydia's birthday? Will Wilbur work on the scanner anyway? Will his life be in danger because of it? Will Emily's?

Find out in the next exciting installment!!!