Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own 'Meet the Robinsons' never had, never will. Wish I could change that though :)

Past Endings

According to the TMTD the time machine was parked almost a mile away from the Robinson mansion, hidden in the woods that would be clear-cut next year. Laughing and joking, the two boys half-jogged, half ran to where the tiny red blip was located on the viewing screen. T

he trees were up ahead, and as they came into the first stretch of the miniature forest, Lewis paused. "Hey Wilbur, do you think Claire remembered to use the cloaking device on the time machine?"

His future son laughed slightly- "Claire may be a villain, but she's no Bowler Hat Guy. Even he remembered to do that!"

The blond inventor chuckled, "yeah, I suppose you're right."

He was walking forward, slightly up ahead of Wilbur, and missed the boy calling his name.

THUMP!

His face was smooshed against smooth metal, his glasses tilted awkwardly at an angle on his face- while Wilbur burst out into peals of laughter. Lewis pushed himself up off of the time machine, "It's not that funny Wilbur!"

The black haired boy grinned. "Oh yes it is, I just wish I had a holopic of that for blackmail!"

After readjusting his glasses, Lewis jokingly punched his arm, as Wilbur pressed a button beneath the TMTD's viewscreen. Like a reverse-effect etch-a-sketch the familiar red colors of the time machine warped into view.

Wilbur opened the door to the cockpit, and was just about to punch in the coordinates for his home, when Lewis let out a warning yell, an instant too late.

A slender pale hand grabbed Wilbur by the back of his shirt collar, and enveloped him in a tight death grip, a glinting object poised easily over his throat. You didn't have to be the son of a genius to figure out what that was.

A knife.

Oh my God...

"Lewis Robinson- I would suggest that you get into the time machine. NOW."

Trying hard not to breathe the wrong way, Wilbur hoped Lewis could read eye messages and leave, go head for safety- SOMETHING! No such luck.

"STOP!" A pause... "I'll go with you, just don't hurt Wilbur."

Claire smirked, but it didn't reach her eyes- leaving her with a cold, calculating expression on the upper half of her face.

"Smart little boy aren't you?"

Lewis stepped into the back seat of the time machine- just as Claire pressed the button that brought the sunroof up over the contraption, and thrust Wilbur behind Lewis. She smirked again- "can't believe you fell for that one. I wasn't going to actually kill him you know. Bickmore needs him alive."

The blond boy wasn't in the mood to feel sheepish as he helped his future son to sit up again. "What do you want with us?" He demanded- trying his best to sound threatening- and failing miserably.

The blonde woman answered though, much to Lewis' surprise. "I don't want anything. After all, you never did anything to me, it's my boss. Doctor Bickmore that you should be worrying about. I'm just doing this to save my own skin. No hard feelings eh?"

Lewis didn't answer as the semi-familiar Todayland buildings came hovering into view- moments after the time machine broke out of the continuum. However, instead of landing on one of the buildings, they flew over them in silence for several moments. Claire expertly navigating the Time machine across the sky, and over several hills- in the opposite direction of the Robinson mansion and towards a dingy, factory-like building. Thick plumes of smoke funneling out of tall smokestacks, coating the air around them with a toxic, brown haze. She turned and smiled at her two prisoners

. "Welcome home boys." The time machine touched down in an open-air hanger bay, Claire parked the machine, and ushered the boys out into the hanger- and down a long dim hallway. The several dim florescent lights that hung from the ceiling hardly illuminated a few feet in front of them.

"Geez..." Wilbur muttered. "Do you think 'Dr' Bickmore is a vampire? You know," He waggled his fingers in a vain attempt to be 'spooky' and in his best vampire impression chortled- "I vant to suck your bloood!"

Lewis didn't laugh- but he did smile at the older-but-younger boy's antics. "Very funny Wilbur."

They came to a thick brown door, dull silver nameplate reading the words "office" written in tiny engraved font. Opening the door, they were pushed roughly inside- and then, the door was slammed shut behind them, leaving them in an almost totally dark room. Standing by the dim light of a tinted window- Lewis could make out the shape of a man, an angular face- brown hair, and dressed in a brown suit- the ends of sunglasses poking out behind his ears.

Maybe Wilbur was right about his vampire theory!

The mysterious Doctor Bickmore turned towards the two boys. A forced smile inching it's way across his face. "Well, you two boys have given me quit a bit of trouble. You do understand this- am I not correct?"

Wilbur grinned fearlessly up at the man, "you bet! That's what you get when you mess with a Robinson!"

The man chuckled dryly, "such resilience young Robinson. You put up quite a fight when I had Claire break into the Robinson's to steal the first time machine... and kidnap you."

Wilbur frowned- that part was all just a big blur really, but he figured that he must have been hit in the head pretty hard if he didn't remember anything about being kidnapped beforehand. "Listen! What have we ever done to you?!"

The man chuckled once again. "Honestly Wilbur hasn't done anything to me, and you have either, well not yet anyway."

"What do you mean... yet?"

The man smiled, almost sadly, shaking his head and removing his sunglasses from his face. "It's sad really, I can't believe that you don't remember your Uncle Ron... Wilbur."

Said black-haired boy's eyes widened drastically, now he was getting an impression of the man. It wasn't surprising that he'd forgotten. He'd only been eight the last time he'd seen the man. Ronald Bickmore smiled, almost faintly watery gray eyes staring down at the two boys in front of them.

"That's right Wilbur." He turned to Lewis- "and since you really don't have any idea what's going on, I'll give you a run-down Lewis."

"I worked with your father on several of the early time machine plans- he and I were... business partners for a long time. But he didn't know that I was working as a double agent for the rival company SynCorp. Sometime before he built the final working time machine, we had a plan that almost worked. Sadly, we didn't test it before I pulled the most foolhardy move in my life and decided to try to steal the plans- and give them to SynCorp. However- I hadn't counted on your father being in the laboratory at the time of my entering. There was a brief struggle, and the time machine exploded."

Wilbur's eyes widened further (if that was even possible) as realization dawned on him.

"I remember that! Dad had to go to the hospital to help his friend... he wasn't hurt. But some of the stuff that the time machine was made of at the time damaged his eyesight."

The older man nodded. "That is correct little Robinson, due to the blast when the time machine... exploded, my eyesight was damaged. Any drastic amount of light will temporarily blind me. The head's of didn't want a handicapped agent... so they conveniantly 'let me go'. Well, needless to say..." Bickmore's mouth went up into a twisted smile, "They were... taken care of."

Wilbur growled. "You were responsible for that?!"

His family had been given grief for weeks after the death of the head members of the board- and Cornelius Robinson had been the prime suspect for quite some time, because they were his only real rivals in the inventing world now.

But Lewis' eyes widened at the realization- Bickmore was highly photosensitive!

The other day, he'd picked up a small, high-powered penlight for his personal use. If Wilbur could just keep Bickmore talking.

"But what does that have to do with Lewis and I?"

Slowly the blond boy reached a hand into his right pocket, and felt his hand grip around the cool metal of the penlight.

"Well, I was going to hold you as a ransom, to gain the plans from your father. We thought Claire had trapped you in the past, but we hadn't counted on you going to meet your future father. Then- I was going to go back in time, and frame your father for the murder of the heads..."

"What about Lewis' adoption papers? His family was having trouble with those."

For a moment, Bickmore showed honest surprise. "Well. I honestly didn't have anything to do with that. Maybe it was an issue with their filing system..."

Lewis found the tiny button on top of the penlight. Slowly he brought it out of his pocket, thumb hovering anxiously over the button, the rest of his fist hiding the tiny object from view. Thank goodness for a villain's love of monologuing.

With his left hand he grabbed Wilbur's wrist- much to the black haired boy's surprise, and, with the right hand he brought the penlight up- as fast as he could. Pressing down on the on button. Bickmore let out a pained cry, stumbled backwards and hit a table situated near where he was standing. He couldn't see when the two boys opened the door, and ran down the hallway.

- - -

Lewis ran ahead of Wilbur, as the two boys fled the scene. The blond inventor had halfway expected to be greeted with wailing sirens, and troupes of guards ready to hunt them down, but instead there was an eerie silence.

"C'mon Wilbur! We're almost to the hanger bay!"

He exclaimed, turning to his future son. Lewis pushed open the hanger bay, heading out into the open building and was followed shortly thereafter by Wilbur. By the time Claire reached the hanger bay, it was too late.

The time machine was gone and the two boy's along with it. The woman rubbed her temples- Bickmore was most certainly going to have her head for messing this one up. The flew in the time machine up over Todayland as Wilbur grinned at the blond. "So Lewis- are you ready for a trip to the past?" Lewis Robinson laughed, "hey! It's still technically my future you know!"

"I always forget that..."

- - -

TODAYLAND

(2032- Robinson Mansion)

Even five years into Wilbur's past- the Robinson mansion was still almost the same as it was in the year 2037. It was just before dark- pink, orange and red glows lighting up the sky. In just a few hours- Bickmore would be making his first move, and it was one that both boys were intent on changing.

They parked the red time machine in front of the garage, and Wilbur knocked, and was slightly surprised when, instead of Carl's usual "BIG VOICE"- his dad's floated out to meet him. "Franny, don't worry hun! I'll be to dinner in a minute! I just need to finish this up by tomorrow!"

"Dad, it's not mom! It's me, Wilbur." The door opened, reveling a very disheveled- and surprised looking Cornelius Robinson. He was dressed in his usual white laboratory coat, stained with black oil, paint, and some strange green goop that reminded Lewis of the movie Flubber.

Cornelius paused for a moment, almost in shock at seeing his past self, and future son in front of him. The black haired boy grinned sheepishly. "Heya dad." "Wilbur... er... future Wilbur, and... Lewis? What are you two doing here?"

"Listen, Dad- I know this might sound crazy but Uncle Ronald isn't who you think he is. He's working for and he wants to steal the time machines for himself! He's going to do so tonight but we need a way to stop him!"

The older blond man frowned. "Well, the police probaly won't come if it's just a 'hunch' that someone is going to be breaking into my lab. And I can't risk letting the public know about the time machines... but..."

Suddenly, Wilbur's eyes widened. "Hey dad- do you remember that Real Cop set that Aunt Billie got me for my birthday this year?" Cornelius shook his head in exasperation. "How can I forget? It's currently your favorite toy!"

A wide grin spread across the black haired boy's face. "Well- here's what we can do..."

- - -

TODAYLAND 2032 (AGAIN)

Doctor Ronald Bickmore stuck to the shadows, away from the warm glow cast by the lit windows of the Robinson mansion. All he needed were the plans- he was positive the time machine worked, after all- they'd used all the right compounds, in all the right orders to get it to work... then- after this he would be the head of and overthrow the Robinson 'empire'. Yes, everything was perfect.

He reached his hand into his pocket. Good- he'd remembered to bring his key. Sneaking along the bushes, and the house walls- he finally came to the garage, and with the greatest of practice ease, inserted the key into the keyhole.

The door swung open, just as the silent night was shattered by the piercing wail of sirens, and a voice shouting. "STOP WHERE YOU ARE. WE HAVE THE HOUSE SURROUNDED. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR BREAKING AND ENTERING. DROP YOUR WEAPON AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD. YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT- ANYTHIGN YOU SAY CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU."

Bickmore dropped to the floor- hands behind his head. Darn it. How could he have known! He felt the cool metal of handcuffs being slapped against his hands- and turned to glare up at his captor. Cornelius Robinson stood over him, a triumphant grin spread across the man's face.

"Doctor Ronald Bickmore- I'm placing you under citizens arrest."

From behind one of Cornelius Robinson's inventions- Lewis and Wilbur gave each other a high five, Lewis holding the Real Cop voice synthesizer in his hand. He grinned at his future son.

"Who would of guessed we could have beat Bickmore with a child's play set and a penlight huh?"

Wilbur grinned- "at the start of this. I wouldn't have."

They both laughed at that. "Hey Lewis, you ready to get home?" The blond nodded eagerly.

"Home sounds great."

THE END (Authors Note at the END)