Future Girl

By corset-rebellion-follower

Disclaimer: I don't own MTR. But I'm still hoping!

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Chapter 4- Good and Bad

Home sweet home. Jenna stared out the window of the time machine. The colorful skyline was a welcome sight to all she had been through over the past few hours. But what was really great to watch was Lewis. He kept his nose glued to the window, staring at everything that he could, every building, practically every molecule, as they wove in and out of buildings, through the transportation guideline rings, and into the bubble center.

"Is this proof enough for you?" Wilbur asked, leaving the bubble center and flying above one of the tallest buildings.

"Is it ever! I never thought time travel could be possible in my lifetime, and here it is, right in front of me!" Lewis exclaimed.

"The truth'll set you free, brother," Wilbur said.

"This is beyond anything I could have imagined," Lewis affirmed.

"Now that, I highly doubt," Jenna said.

"This means I could really change my life," Lewis added.

"That's right, you can. Next stop, science fair to fix your memory scanner," Wilbur said, pushing buttons on a keypad.

"Hey, I'm not going to fix that stupid memory scanner," Lewis declared. Wilbur pulled up hard on the steering wheel, bringing the time machine to a full halt in mid air.

"WHAT?"

"Wilbur, this is a time machine. Why should I fix my dumb invention when you could take me to see my mom now, in this ship?" Lewis asked.

"Uh… um…"

"Congratulations, Captain Future, he found a loophole," Jenna snapped.

"I could actually go back to that night, and stop her from giving me up," Lewis said hopefully.

"The answer is not a time machine," Wilbur insisted, "It's this!" He held up the sketch of the Memory Scanner.

"This? You wanna know what I think about this?" Lewis asked. He took the paper and ripped it up.

"WHAT are you doing?" Wilbur asked, shocked.

"Wilbur, this is bad, this is very, very bad!" Jenna said nervously as Wilbur scrambled to pick up the torn pieces.

"I'm sorry, Wilbur, but you don't know what I've lived through," Lewis said. He pulled a lever next to the controls.

"Lewis, NO!" Wilbur exclaimed, rushing forward. Suddenly, the time machine raced forward in a burst of speed.

"Let go!" Lewis exclaimed.

"No, you let go!" Wilbur demanded.

"You're not the boss of me!" Lewis added.

"Yes, I am, cause you're twelve and I'm thirteen. That makes me older!" Wilbur argued.

"Well, I was born in the past, which makes me older and the boss of you!" Lewis argued back.

Then, it happened. The steering wheel popped out of its socket, and the time machine was spinning out of control. Both Lewis and Wilbur were screaming at the top of their lungs, but Jenna was just frozen. She stumbled into the other seat and just stared into space. Wilbur would not be stupid enough to break the time machine. We're not crashing, this is all just a dream. A horrible, crazy dream. But realization hit her. They crashed full-force into the grassy ground next to a pond. Ok, so this is happening, and I'm going to get grounded for the rest of my life. No big deal.

Wilbur held up the steering wheel. "I am so dead." He and Jenna quickly scrambled out of the time machine, followed by Lewis. Wilbur started inspecting it. "I'm not allowed to look at this thing, let alone drive it! Mom and Dad are going to kill me, and I can tell you this, it will not be done with mercy!" he exclaimed, clutching his stomach.

"Yeah, well I won't be off much better. Your parents will tell mine, and I'll be trapped in a solitary confinement ward just for thinking about this, let alone doing it!" Jenna groaned.

"Isn't there a time machine repair shop, or something?" Lewis asked.

"No! There's only two time machines in existence, and the bowler hat guy has the other one!" Wilbur yelled.

"Well, somebody's going to have to fix it," Lewis said quietly. Wilbur brightened a little.

"Good idea. You're smart, you fix it!"

"Are you crazy? I can't fix this thing!" Lewis exclaimed.

"Yes, you can! You broke it, you fix it," Wilbur insisted. Lewis paused for a moment.

"Alright, under one condition. I fix it, you take me back to see my mom," Lewis offered.

"What? You didn't even follow through on our last deal. How can I trust you?" Wilbur asked.

"Well you told me you were a time cop from the future, how can I trust you?" Lewis asked.

Wilbur hesitated. "Touché." Everything was silent for a moment. "So do we have a deal?" Lewis asked. He held out his hand for Wilbur to shake.

"Oh no! Wilbur, you can't, we're already in enough trouble as it is!" Jenna yelled, gesturing to the time machine. Wilbur looked from Jenna to Lewis. Then he shook Lewis's hand. "Of course, why listen to me?" Jenna seethed, turning her back to Wilbur and Lewis. She started walking away.

"Whoa, Jenna, you can't leave!" Wilbur pleaded, blocking her path. "Oh yes, I can. Wilbur, you have gone too far this time! I let the fact that we were stealing your dad's other time machine go, but this could seriously alter the time stream!" Jenna insisted. She pushed him out of the way and started walking away again.

"But Jen, you promised!" Jenna froze. "You promised you would help me and that you wouldn't tell," Wilbur reminded, catching up with her. She bit her lip.

"Well, I… I did, but…" She stopped. He had her trapped. She looked back at Lewis. He was looking a bit scared. She sighed. "All right, I'm still in." Wilbur grinned at her.

"Knew I could count on you, Jen." She stormed back over to the time machine.

"How are we going to get this back up to your house?" Jenna asked Wilbur.

"We'll push it," he answered.

"You are sane, right? Who knows how far it is to your house, I could take hours!" she exclaimed.

"Do you have a better plan?" he asked. She sighed and shook her head.

"Didn't think so. Now let's get pushing." They started pushing the time machine up the hill that was in front of them, which was work, considering how steep it was.

" 'Let's push the time machine, it won't be that hard!' " Jenna snapped, mocking Wilbur.

"Lighten up, Jenna, it's not much farther. Look, you can see the house." Sure enough, a house was clearly visible on the horizon.

"Let's just hope that Carl didn't blab," she added. They continued pushing the time machine up the hill.

A/N: Yay for chapter 4! And thank you bean15 for reviewing. All others who didn't, shame on you! What did you think, guys?

Wilbur: I thought it was excellent.

Jenna: You're just saying that because this chapter made it seem like you actually had things under control. And because you think she's cute!

Wilbur: I do not!

Jenna: Do too!

Wilbur: Do not. You believe me, don't you, corset-rebellion-follower?

Me: Please don't pull me into this. Can we focus on the author's note?

Wilbur: Not until she admits I don't think you're cute!

Jenna: He does! He wrote 'I love corset-rebellion-follower' all over his notebook during school today!

(Jenna shows me the notebook. It has 'I love corset-rebellion-follower' written all over it. Wilbur's cheeks turn a lovely shade of sickly green.)

Wilbur: See you next chapter everyone! Unless I murder Jenna first.