A/N - No, I'm not dead...but I AM so sorry! Honestly, I had given up writing anything for a while because I had decided I didn't have enough time or inspiration to carry me through. There's definitely much more to it than that but the jist is there just wasn't any sparkle for me. But then, along came new fandoms coughKung Fu PandacoughiCarlycough and along came the spark of interest in old fandoms and suddenly I felt thoughts whizzing around in my head again just like a block of wood whizzing around a magical toyshop. Uh, sorry, I'm a Mr. Magorium's fan :P

So, I guess what I'm saying is I'm back, at least for now. I am attempting to work on this and only this over the next week. I want it done before or by the year anniversary of starting it. Sound good? Sorry for the wait guys. I really don't mind if you all boycott the rest of the story or send much deserved hate reviews, but the story will be finished nonetheless :)

The title for this chapter comes from the song Future Love by Varsity Fanclub. I just love the lyrics (if not so much the vocals) of that song so much and I thought it fit well.

There's Just Something About Future Love

"Wow, I am so awesome in the future," little Franny loved hearing about all of the things she would accomplish in later in her life. She had heard bits and pieces of it from Lewis before she'd found out, but he'd never let her in on anything that would make her assume she was really his wife. "So all this time I've been jealous of myself," she looked across the small table in the music lounge that she, Lewis, Wilbur, Cornelius and her older self sat at.

"Well, when it's about him," Franny looked at Cornelius with a smile, "it's worth being jealous."

"Ugh," Wilbur grimaced. "Please, I don't think I can handle two sets of parents making gaga eyes. So why don't we finish up here and then I'll get Lewis and Franny back to where they belong."

"Already?" Franny said with huge disappointment on her face. "I don't want to go back now. I can finally enjoy my time here."

"Franny's right, son," Cornelius agreed with the younger version of his beloved. They all looked at him in confusion. Usually he would agree first against any such idea. "If memory serves me correctly, Lewis and Franny get to enjoy one more evening with us and can leave in the morning."

"Yay!" young Franny clapped happily. "What can we do first?"

"I can answer that one," Lewis smiled as a light went off inside his head as usual. "Franny Framagucci," Lewis took ahold of one of Franny's hands, "will you go on a future date with me?"

"That's precisely what I was thinking," Cornelius whispered to his wife who only smiled, a small tear in the corner of one eye.

"A future date?" Franny thought about it slowly for a moment. "If this is already the future, then technically my mom can't say anything about it. Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Wilbur opened his mouth to ruin the moment, but was stopped by the warning glance his mom gave him. "So, a first date in the future, glad I could help," Wilbur lied. Now he really wished he'd never let Franny tag along. His stomach couldn't handle too much more.

"Oh, don't worry, son," Cornelius placed his hand on Wilbur's shoulder. "You haven't finished helping yet."

--Robinson Yard--

"I can't believe you talked me into wearing this stupid penguin suit just to pretend to serve you and mom," Wilbur said grudgingly to his dad. Lewis snickered as he sat at the small candle lit table for two that was set up outside. "No seriously, I won't forget this. Ever."

"Maybe if you wore it more often some nice girl would want you to be their first date, Wilbur," Cornelius joked and Lewis' snicker turned into a full laugh. However, the laughing came to a halt when both Franny's came slowly into view, both breathtaking as they could be.

"Hi, Lewis," little Franny smiled an uncharacteristically shy smile.

Lewis gulped and stood to his feet in a daze. "H-Hi, Franny." He quickly fumbled to help her into her seat and then find his way back to his own.

Cornelius and Franny backed off a ways and watched for a few moments. "So how am I doing?" Cornelius asked as he turned Franny to face him.

Franny gave another look back at the table and smiled, "I have a feeling you're going to be fine." Franny held the smile for a few minutes before biting her lip in thought. "There's just something I don't understand..."

"What is it? What's wrong?" Cornelius became slightly worried that Franny was still having complications from the near destruction of the time stream.

"Well, you came to the future, went back and clearly remember quite a bit about what happened. How come I don't remember anything? Any of this?" Franny looked up to her husband, searching his face for an answer.

Cornelius simply nodded before speaking, "It seems memories get distorted when making time leaps. It took me a few days to remember some things and then other times it was almost instant. All of these memories came to me last night."

"And? Why not me?" Franny still didn't understand.

"Franny, I think there's a new invention I need to show you," Cornelius offered his arm and he and Franny headed for his lab, leaving their young selves alone.

"Two plates of spaghetti coming right up," Wilbur grumbled as he also left Lewis and Franny.

"Thanks, Wilbur," Lewis said graciously.

"Oh no!" Franny seemed to be panicking over something.

"What is it!?" Lewis also panicked, thinking something horrible must be wrong.

"That means Wilbur is my son!" Franny's eyeballs were nearly out of socket her eyes were so wide.

Lewis sighed in relief and then gave a snicker. "Yes, he's your son. He's our son."

"What did we do to deserve that?" Franny asked, remembering her mom always telling her kids gave parents what they deserved from things they did as kids.

"Wilbur's not that bad, Franny," Lewis was almost laughing by this time.

"He's not perfect either!" Franny exclaimed stubbornly. "He's out of control really. Don't we ever punish that boy?"

"Yeah you guys punish me," Wilbur had overheard them talking as he brought the spaghetti. "Like all the time."

"Well maybe we wouldn't have to if you'd just behave," Franny couldn't believe the chiding words coming out of her own mouth. "No, no, no, no, no. I'm too young to sound like my mom. Next thing you know I'll be telling you not to sass me," Franny shook her head frantically.

"Actually...you already have," Wilbur said and Franny stared at him in disbelief, trying to remember when she did. "You might not remember, but when I came to find the bowler hat guy, I ran into you and made you spill your frogs everywhere and..."

"That was you!?" Franny's eyes doubled in size again. "I was so mad at you, I was wishing I could ground you."

"Yeah, well the ear yank was enough," Wilbur said rubbing his earlobe a little. "Seriously, I didn't know it was you until you yanked my ear. Then I saw the frogs and knew it was you."

"Wow," Franny got lost in thought for a moment while Lewis and Wilbur exchanged glances, both wondering what she was thinking. "So, is it nice knowing?" Franny finally asked.

"Knowing?" Lewis repeated but then grasped what she meant. "You mean knowing my future?" Franny nodded. "Well, I guess it's nice. It's not always easy, but it's nice. Like the moment in the gym when you first said Frankie and I realized who you were. It was like nothing I've ever known. Probably only second best to when I realized that Dr. Krunklehorn was really Lucille and that she and Bud were the ones who were going to adopt me."

"So no more mysteries, I guess," Franny sighed and Lewis thought it was more discontent than he expected it to be. "It's not that I don't like knowing," she started again, "but not knowing is fun too. Now I'm going to go through the rest of life knowing it's you and knowing someday I'll have a son and knowing my life's going to be perfect."

"Wow, she is crazy," Wilbur looked at Lewis in confusion. "What's wrong with perfect?"

"Nothing," Franny answered unenthusiastically.

"Franny," Lewis swallowed hard, trying to understand where she was coming from. "I love knowing and I love the thought of you knowing and both of us knowing together. But..." Lewis thought for a moment before continuing. "But maybe I'm the only one who is supposed to know."

"But, Lewis, it's too late," Franny said in confusion. "I'm already here. I already know."

"Listen, I promise that if you decide you really don't want to know your future, I will think of something to make you forget," Lewis tried to keep from showing his slight disappointment. "But can you promise me to really think about it first?"

Franny looked at Lewis, looked at Wilbur, and then looked around at her surroundings. "I promise," she finally whispered.

"Leave it to you two to have the weirdest first date ever," Wilbur rolled his eyes.

--The Music Lounge--

"Big decision isn't it?" The older Franny entered into the music lounge and saw her younger self sitting alone at one of the tables.

"How did you know I was here...oh right," she realized as soon as she asked.

"We always come here when we need time to think," Franny smiled and sat down next to the young one. "I also know what you're thinking about."

"Can't you just tell me what decision I'm going to make tomorrow?" little Franny cried in frustration. She looked at her future self, trying to demand an answer.

"I wish I could," she obviously shared the frustration. "But until you make the decision, you have the power of changing your mind at any moment and decididing what memories I keep or don't keep."

"Lewis doesn't really understand does he?"

"Well, Cornelius, I mean, Lewis has already made his decision," Franny answered. "But you can't decide based on him or his happiness. Whatever decision you do make will make him happy in the end anyways. You at least know that."

Little Franny sniffled and shook her head in agreement. "It's just so hard. Everything here is amazing. Knowing for certain everything I've dreamed has come true and more is wonderful. So why am I even second guessing?"

Franny laughed softly. "Maybe because you and I are a little different from other girls. We don't buy into that fairytale ending until we've worked to make it happen."

"That's it! I was trying so hard to understand but now I do. I don't want to know the easy way. I want things to be perfect because I had a hand in making it that way."

"If you think without any doubt that not knowing is what you really want, then don't hesitate," Franny instructed herself, but watched as her small face fell again.

"It's not that easy. I want to make the right decision. I don't want to be selfish. I just want to do what I should and not mess anything else up," little Franny yawned and laid her head down on the table. Before giving into sleep she mumbled, "I just wish I had never come."

A/N (cont.) Believe me, writing between older Franny and younger Franny is just as confusing as it probably is to read it. Just one more chapter and then my highest viewed and reviewed story will be over. And I'm a little rusty, so I apologize if this chapter was completely jank in comparison to others. Hey, Robin, remember almost a year ago when I asked if I could borrow the Blink for this story...??