Disclaimer:I own the Incredibles DVD in my room but sadly I haven't gotten Meet the Robinsons yet

The Revival

For a moment, Lucius wondered if the inventor before him had lost his mind.

Cornelius was throwing item after item at the force field with the same result: nothing.

Up above in an observation deck, Mirage and Lucius observed the inventor.

"Are you sure he's the one?" Lucius asked. "We still have time. If we go look for a new inventor-"

"If we go look for someone else then they won't be as dedicated as he is," Mirage commented coolly. "Trust me when I say that he's the one."

Lucius snorted, rolling his eyes. "Woman's intuition?"

Mirage turned away from the window, walking back to her office. There was a lot of paperwork that needed her attention at the moment. "Something like that," she stated before leaving the room and an annoyed Lucius.

Back down below, Cornelius was still at odds with himself. There had to be something he was missing. Papers, chalkboards, and the wall were covered with equations but nothing stood out. Placing his head in his hands, he leaned against the wall, letting himself slide down to the floor. He wondered if he could actually do this.

He had been provided every tool possible, access to top-secret experiments that he had never imagined before and yet he still was no closer to a solution.

He looked at the girl who was the source of his dilemma. For some reason, he still couldn't get over how young she and her siblings were. Of course any teenager would argue that they weren't children anymore but every time he looked at her he saw Wilbur and that caused his heartstrings to tug because of how her life must have been as a super. Cornelius wasn't oblivious to what his own son had to face as a Robinson.

"You love your family a lot don't you?" he asked her though he knew he wasn't going to get a response. He wondered if she could hear him, though she was supposed to be asleep, unlike the rest of her family, her eyes were still opened, pupils gone with her entire eyes glowing a light purple.

"You did a good thing protecting your family," he continued, getting up and dusting himself off. "Family is important to me too, especially since I never really get one till I was twelve, being an orphan and all".

He went over to the worktable that had been set up on the other side of the wall. Cornelius decided to keep talking, it helped clear his mind and from past experience he never worked well on an invention if his mind was already preoccupied with other things.

"My parents are great though. You honestly would never know that we weren't related unless you asked. Ugh! This calculation is all wrong," he said rewriting the formula before continuing. "They loved and guided me as if I had been with them all my life. I feel that without them I wouldn't be where I am now, well, that and my son time traveling to the past but that's a completely different thing."

Tapping his finger on his chin, he thought of something. "The force field is utilizing the potential energy of the capsules…" Searching around the table he found it, a small piece of magnet he had broken off of some device hours ago. "Maybe this will work," he murmured before tossing it at the force field. He was relieved to see the magnet suspend in the air for a brief moment before dropping. "It is magnetic. Then that means…"

Fingers already stretching out for parts, Cornelius couldn't help but continue on with his previous one-sided conversation. "My son Wilbur is about your age, Violet. I don't know about you, but he has his mother's stubbornness and charm and my…well, I guess he has my stubbornness too," he laughed.

"His birthday will be coming up in a month or two. I honestly don't know what he wants. I don't even really know what he does anymore, to be honest. There used to be times when I couldn't even get him out of at home lab, now I barely see him. Ah ha!"

In his hands he held a small device that had two prongs at the top

"I can't believe I didn't think about this earlier," he shook his head. "It would be almost impossible to try and destroy it when it would be so much simpler to just weaken it!"

Holding his breath, and hoping that he wouldn't end up with a cloud of smoke in his face, Cornelius pressed the correct sequence into the device and hoped for the best.

At first it seemed like nothing happened. However, ever so subtly, there was a disturbance in the air around him. The hair on his neck began to stand up. The lights above began to flicker and Cornelius Robinson stared amazed as a hole began to form on the surface of the force field.

Above, Lucius was in shocl. "I can't believe it," Lucius murmured, placing his hands against the glass to get a better view. Remembering, exactly what Cornelius was doing, Lucius rolled himself over to an intercom, pressing the button for Mirage's office. "He did it."

REQUIEM OF A TIMELINE

Johnny had left her at the party, probably to go chase that girl he had been ogling at all throughout the party.

Snorting in disdain, Samantha walked further down the street of Todayland's Midnight District – called that because most of the activities that happened there started around midnight when some of the more respectable members of the city were tucked away in their beds. It was the equivalent of any other city's red light district but of course, being Todayland, this knowledge was by word of mouth only. There were no flashy neon signs stating where the love hotels were, the party houses, bars, or strip clubs. You just knew.

Tugging her sweater closer around her, Samantha checked her watch. It was an hour or two before dawn. By this time, people were either passed out drunk inside the establishments of the Midnight District or they had already headed home. Mentally cursing her unfaithful boyfriend, she wished she hadn't had decided to wear such uncomfortable shoes.

It was because she had stopped to take off her shoes that she was grabbed around the waist, face shoved hard against the wall of an alley. She whimpered as she felt large hands grope her body, a broad chest pressed against her back. She didn't dare to make a sound for fear of the cold metal that was being pressed against her temple.

She felt the hand going up her skirt, and tears forming at her eyes. This would have never happened if Johnny had just driven her back home.

However, just as the hand of the stranger was just about to reach the juncture between her legs, Samantha felt the brute being harshly torn away from her. She spun around just in time to see her attacker fall to the ground, brutally beaten a hooded figure hidden mostly by the shadows looking down at the creep.

Gathering her wits, she held back a hysterical scream once again, instead asking: "W-who are you?"

Her protector took a step back, deeper into the shadows, hiding what little features she could see in this darken space. He had disappeared, but she had sworn she had heard him chuckle, saying something before he was gone: "That, is an excellent question".

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Tired. Drained. Cold. Dark.

These were the only things she could think about, if you called it thinking. It was more of an animalistic instinct than actual realization.

She didn't know where she was or what was happening. She heard noise but was unable to really focus on it. Complex thought was out of her range at the moment. She was just tired, drained, and cold.

It continued like that for a while, somewhat aware that something was happening around her but not being able to piece together what. It took awhile for her to realize that the buzzing in her head were her thoughts, that the slight pricking feeling was coming from her hand, that her body was shaken, and that her body wasn't responding to her.

It took her even longer to open her eyes, blinking back as tear prickled her eyes at the brightness. When that cleared, her eyes saw white: a ceiling. Able to turn her head slightly, she saw white walls and machines. She was on a bed. A few minutes later, she was able to piece together she was in some sort of hospital room, however, her brain was working slowly to explain how and why she was there.

"You're awake."

White hair. Green eyes. Tanned skin.

"Mirage," she tried to say but it sounded more like an exhale of air.

The woman nodded. "How are you feeling Violet?"

Violet. That was her name, and with the remembrance of her name came the sudden tidal wave of memories, all too much for her to handle. So, she returned to the embracing darkness, blacking out.

REQUIEM OF A TIMELINE

Samantha was having a rough day at her receptionist job at Robinson Industries. Mr. Robinson hadn't returned from his trip to Metroville. The only thing keeping the whole company from going into a complete panic was that his wife, Franny Robinson had called saying he had stayed back in Metroville for a little longer to discuss the expansion project more to city leaders.

This would have been all fine and dandy if it wasn't for the fact that now, Samantha and one or two other of her co-workers had to reschedule some of the appointments he had planned for this week, which was never easy when the other party had been waiting months for this meeting.

As well as all the rescheduling work, Samantha was still slightly shaken by what happened to her earlier this morning. Her co-workers were used to seeing her come in looking like one of the living dead, all of them with their suspicions that she spent time in the Midnight District. Though it wasn't necessarily illegal to go there, it was an almost taboo topic. It was because of this that no one bothered to ask if she was ok or not. As long as she got the work done properly and on time, it wasn't their business to question what she did on her spare time. Jumping slightly when the phone on her desk rang, she picked it up answering it.

"Hello, Robinson Industries. This is Samantha speaking. How may I help you?"

"Yes," the voice on the line, a man, answered. "I would like to speak with Mr. Robinson."

"I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Robinson isn't available right now and won't be for the entire week. If you like I could schedule you an appointment," she said flipping through her planner, "but it wouldn't be able to happen for another four months."

"I have no intention of waiting that long," the man stated, making Samantha roll her eyes. "If it's possible may I leave him a message and my contact information?"

"Of course, sir, but I can't guarantee when he'll be able to get back to you."

"Oh, I don't doubt he wont get back to me as quickly as possible with the risk of a law suit hanging over his head."

"Wh-excuse me?" Samantha sputtered.

"Just let him know that the Public Concerns Council will be making a visit, and his cooperation will save his company from getting into messy legal issues."

Looking at the phone, Samantha frowned. "Is this a joke, sir?"

"On the contrary, miss, this is the only the beginning".

Hey everyone! Sorry, I had planned to get a new update up days ago, but because of certain events in my life, I was unable emotionally to really do much of anything...eh. But back to the story! I really don't like this chapter, honestly. It doesn't flow as well and the parts with Cornelius seemed awkward probably due to the fact that when I tried to research what scientific info there is on forcefields (or the possibilities of them) it didn't really make sense. Probably why I want to major in Psychology and Art History and not something like Physics.

Next chapter should be better, hopefully and up either later today or tomorrow. I'm trying to get as many chapters in before September 18th since I'll be moving into my dorm then.

Anywho, nothing more to say so...PLEASE REVIEW!