A/N: Oh my goshness, guess what? There is a new MtR category! Yay! And the new chapter's up, four days before I said it would be up! Whoo! Anyways, enough randomness. Go read! (I don't own MtR.)

HER MEMORIES

Lela blinked. Where was she? The time machine had just been there and suddenly everything had gone dark. Had she fainted? But Lewis would be there if she had. Everything was still dark too, but Lewis, the time machine, and the "red flash" were nowhere in sight. She had been so sure that was the red time machine too! It was useless now.

Lela gazed around and around, trying to find a way out. As it was dark, she didn't have a lot of luck locating an exit. She fell back and sat down angrily. Lela closed her eyes for a few seconds then opened them again. And when she did, she saw a long way away, was a pinprick of flickering light. Quicker and quicker it came to her, colors flashing. Lela stood and ran towards it, hoping it was Lewis or Wilbur or a way out. But within seconds, the lights sucked Lela in and swallowed her whole.

"What the--?" Lela yelled at the top of her lungs. She was standing outside of her house! She had made it back! Lela sprinted inside and found her parents sitting together on the couch, talking and smiling.

"Mom! Dad! I'm back!" Lela smiled and laughed with pure delight. But her smile faded as they did not even respond to her joyous laughter.

"Mom, Dad? Didn't you hear me? I'm back!" Lela yelled a little louder than needed. Her parents didn't respond. Lela stomped closer, angered at being ignored. She gasped, however, she saw what-or who, more like it-was in Franny's arms.

It was Lela. As a young baby. The older Lela's eyes were wide and round. Had she gone back in time?

If she had, why couldn't anyone see or hear her? Just then, it hit her. Memories.

She was trapped in her own memory, with no escape. She slapped her hands over her eyes and groaned. This was not good. Lela clenched her fists and took quick, deep breaths. She didn't want to make anything worse… she had to lie low and watch the memories in front of her pass by. Hopefully she was not going to relive her life…

Lela walked over to her parents who were gazing at the baby Lela wrapped in a little bundle. Her heart was immeditely warmed and worried thoughts destroyed. Lela tilted her head slowly and grinned.

Baby Lela's eyes were closed and tufts of golden blonde hair were sticking out all over her tiny little head. Older Lela sighed. She missed her pretty blonde hair and her chocolate brown eyes. Lela shook her head to clear her thoughts. This was not the most amazing time to be vain.

"Mommy, Daddy!" Lela heard a little boy yell. She snapped her head around and saw a young, five-year-old Wilbur with rosy pink cheeks, sparkling brown eyes, and sleek black hair. Lela smiled at her brother, although he could not see her.

"Come see your new baby sister, Wilbur," Cornelius beckoned Wilbur over.

Wilbur trotted over to the little baby Lela. Poke.

"WAHHH!" came the sudden cry from baby Lela after being poked in the forehead by her older brother. Even though it was her being poked, Lela outright laughed. This was so Wilbur.

Franny tut-tutted with her tongue and tried to sooth the wailing baby.

"Daddy?" Wilbur tugged on his father's coat sleeve. "When's she goin' home?"

Lela's grin grew. Typical Wilbur, being clueless. Before Lela had the chance to hear her father's patient response, the white light appeared again and sucked her back up.

"WHOA!" Lela shrieked as she was thrown face first into another one of her memories.

Picking herself off the ground and dusting herself off, Lela looked around at her new landscape. Again, she had been transported outside of her house, but this time, it looked slightly bigger than the last memory. And now, Lela didn't have to look far to find this memory.

Faint childish laughter reached Lela's ears and she knew exactly whose it was—her own. A knowing smile crept onto Lela's face. She knew what memory she was in this time.

"Lela, get down from there!" a voice yelled angrily.

Lela walked to where the incident was taking place. This was ten years ago, before she even knew Lewis. Before he had fixed everything for her. She looked up at the top of Lefty and there sat a three-year-old blonde giggling.

The entire Robinson family was trying to coax three-year-old Lela down from the top of the purple octopus. She was dodging Lefty's eight arms trying to capture her as well. Lela gazed around at her family. Even Wilbur was there, looking equally as nervous as the rest of his family. But Cornelius Robinson was nowhere in sight.

Lela felt a strong tug at her heart and remembered why all of these stunts had been pulled. All she had wanted was for her father to notice her and love her like the rest of her family. But until Lewis arrived, none of that had happened.

Lela snapped back to reality and watched her three-year-old self slide down Lefty's back and face-plant in the grass. Lela slowly walked forward to see her family's expressions.

All were horrified.

But the three-year-old was giggling and laughing, just because she had found a way for her own family to notice her. And that way was by endangering her own life.

Thirteen-year-old Lela's toothy grin slid off her face. Wilbur was the one who had always cared. Wilbur was the one who had always been there for her and watched over her, and even more after Lewis had come and fixed everything.

And every time she had pulled one of her stunts she had scared Wilbur even more. She gasped. Her own brother was the only one that had cared for her so much and she had barely noticed it.

And now she didn't even know where he was.

Lela also felt a pang because after everything that had happened her father had still not shown up. Not to see what had happened, not to see if his own daughter was okay, not even glancing out of his observatory window. And even though he had been so much better after Lewis had arrived, he was still ignoring her. But he also… he had tried. Just today he had tried, tried to comfort her and please her. And she had ignored everything.

She had been so bent on saving Wilbur, she had ignored what miraculous achievement he father had so suddenly done for her. But in being so used to being ignored she had pushed him away just a few hours before.

Well, that was going to be fixed now. Now and forever.

Lela welcomed the white light this time and stepped gracefully back out into her next memory.

She now seemed to be in Lewis's time, on the top of his old orphanage. She walked over to where voices were faintly heard.

"No, thank you, Lewis," eight-year-old Lela hugged Lewis around the middle.

It was the last time she had seen Lewis when she was eight! Her younger self had her arms wrapped around Lewis stomach and Wilbur was laughing in the background. Typical Wilbur. Older Lela, standing in front of the door that led downstairs, had another one of her sly, happy smiles on her face. This had been one of the best days in her life, for so many reasons. And if she had blinked in the next second she would have missed the best reason.

The scars on little Lela's face were suddenly gone. Both Lela's faces broke into a huge toothy smile. Those scars were never going to be seen again and she would be sure of it.

Little Lela touched a hand to her cheek and grinned. "Yeah, Lewis. Thank you."

Older Lela walked towards the red time machine, gazing after her brother and her five-years-younger-self. She remembered this day more than anything else. She even remembered the next thing she was going to say.

"You are so dead when we get home, Lela," Wilbur chuckled evilly.

How she missed his voice. But soon, so soon, it would hopefully be over.

"I know," both Lela's said blissfully back, "but it's worth it."

And it was.

The blinding light completely overcame the whole memory this time. Lela was thrown into dizziness for moments then fell to the hard ground.

"Lela?" a quiet, deep voice said. Lela blinked rapidly. It… it was—

"Wilbur?" Lela gasped, her heart beating faster.

Her eighteen-year-old brother was standing above her with a half-smile on his tired face. He held out his hand to her. Lela grabbed it and hauled herself up. She launched herself on Wilbur, giving him a huge hug.

"You're here, you're alive! Oh, Wilbur, I was so worried!" Lela found herself crying, tears streaming down her face.

Wilbur comfortingly patted her back. "Shh, shh, everything's gonna be okay."

Lela yanked herself away. "Are you so sure? You haven't even seen what Lewis and I have done! We've ruined everything and now we're standing here! How can you say it's going to be okay when you don't even know?"

Wilbur looked slightly shocked at Lela's outburst, but then chuckled to himself.

"So you dragged Dad into this, huh? I always knew you were exactly like me."

Lela smiled through her tears and replied, "He's not like Dad. Lewis is his own person."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. You always are," Wilbur smiled his original cheeky smile.

"So, um…" Lela tried to break the awkward silence between them. "How did you get here?"

This question had been bugging her ever since she started looking for him.

"After the… time hole discovery, I thought I should try to fix it. The night before your birthday, I set out with the time machine to fix it. But something went wrong. The time machine disappeared and I was thrown through the time reel."

"Whoa, whoa, what? Time reel?" Lela asked, confused.

Wilbur looked at her blankly. "You- you don't know what a time reel is?"

Lela shook her head, expecting an answer.

Wilbur's face then broke into a smile. "I know something you don't! We will all remember this day when Wilbur Robinson knew something Lela Robinson didn't--"

"No one will remember Wilbur Robinson if you don't tell me what a time reel is!!" Lela screamed louder than him.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, but continued to explain what a time reel was, "A time reel is a reflection of memories, but you're in them."

"Oh!" Lela interrupted. "That just happened to me. You poked me!"

Wilbur had a very confused look on his face and shook his head. "And now we're stuck here."

Lela rolled her eyes. "Well, I have more questions. Where's the time machine?"

Wilbur shrugged. "I dunno. It disappeared when I was trying to fix the hole."

Lela groaned. At this rate they were never going to get out of there. And just then winds started to pick up. Lela's hair swirled around her face and she looked around quickly.

"Wilbur, what's happening?" Lela screamed as the winds got louder and more dangerous.

"Don't worry, this is good!" Wilbur let the winds blow around him.

"It's good?!" she shrieked, trying to steady herself against the strong weather.

"Hey, that's another thing I knew and you didn't!" Wilbur laughed.

Lela threw her head back and laughed too, closing her eyes. But when she opened them again, she was staring into the crystal blue sky.

"Wilbur?"

A/N: Another cliffy. Heh. But I found the time to update and here you go! The next chapter may be up by Monday, Thursday at the latest. Please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter and your guesses on how this is going to end. Thank you!!