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CHAPTER 1: CURSING PRESENT TIME
And so, he was there standing, looking in a lost daze his way around. He felt so lonely for some baffling reason and kept asking silently to the dark sky if the incident had been his fault in the end. Unhappiness surpassed his soul and thoughts to even ponder. Long time ago he possessed a well-known reputation for his mischievous way to be, but now that idea swiftly vanished as an ephemeral memory from the past.
He always repeated himself to never look back on bad experience in life. Unfortunately, that saying didn't pop out this moment.
Payback time?
Another suffering circumstance?
No. It could not be possible.
This dilemma had no real name at all.
Sure it happens that sometimes we tend to forget what we must do in such a tough ride.
What else can this man do to get things back to normal?
What else could Wilbur Robinson carry out at this point? He had nothing under his sleeve to cover the subject up.
Besides, he wasn't a kid anymore. He was a grown up already. Nowadays no little buddy appeared in the picture. Today he currently identified as Mr. Robinson, Captain Wilbur Robinson.
And for the rest of his family (the one he had always loved), he stayed fearless and managed to firmly solve every crisis any now and then during the last twenty years. However, everything had occurred too fast.
He desperately needed help.
Who would accurately understand him in this hasty predicament?
Cornelius?
Yeah, that could do the trick.
Except…no one might perceive a closing stage coming to the harsh setback. The whole problem seemed to guide you to a dead end.
Knowledge took advantage on Wilbur. Mind still played with him and now he experienced the unbearable struggles right inside his same being.
So our once famed hyperactive friend slipped heavily on his armchair from his own office in the TCTF (Task Continuum Task Force).
Hot aching tears started falling against his will on his black desk, ruining some long forgotten papers and folders that he didn't care checking anymore.
Lots of emotions took possession on him in a twinkle of an eye. Anger, frustration and uncertainty were trapped on his mind. Of everything he had faced till now, this came into to be unquestionably the hardest matter he had ever deal with.
At least the truth explained itself. Wilbur Robinson genuinely demonstrated to be a very mature man, a natural born leader.
People mostly said that he had no flaw at all. After all, he was responsible for making a time cop job a new profession and was thanks to his discoveries about time continuum that it was possible to structure an enormous institution as the TCTF included a training academy.
So far, citizens were deeply aware that the ones in charge the TCTF meticulously took care selecting any possible candidate based on their entire record.
Basically, being part of this remarkable organization was very hard from the same application process as the same captain demanded to have trustable recruits to use time travel wisely.
Yet, all his precautions turned out to put his most horrendous fear right in front of him: his own life modified little by little, new memories stored in his head followed by intolerable headaches and the sensation that he had forgotten something important, infuriated the time travel captain.
Inner cries were apparently heard and someone stormed into Wilbur's office to watch how the first in command had broken down into pieces after a big and unhidden chaos.
"Son!"
It was Cornelius. As soon as he took steps forward his worries increased and he shook his head to shrug it off. It could not happen in another way after watching Wilbur's face sunken in his hands facing the black, elegant cold desk.
"Yes father." His voice was shaky and gulped to avoid being busted with tears in his face.
"Wilbur, look at me."
With his palms still covering his face he tried to find his voice to not whimper or squeak. "Dad, I'm listening."
"Dude, forget I'm your father and stop pretending you're not mixed up."
Wilbur cocked an eyebrow and put his hands on his desk. He turned his eyes to his dad puzzled "Do you know that this is just so weird?"
Cornelius grinned. "If it comes from you I bet it is, but I got your attention pal."
Wilbur half smiled "I guess so."
Dad or friend, Cornelius knew Wilbur. He had a lot of questions rushing in his head waiting for an answer, so he took the path a friend would. "Mind explaining what exactly is going on? Spill out the fun I have missed because my last business trip. No one home would speak me about it anyway."
The known and famous captain bit his lower lip and his father continued with the chit chat smoothly "Oh… and Carl is in your closet. Not relevant I agree… Nevertheless I just thought you should know that." Cornelius lips formed a hopeful slight smile.
As the inventor imagined, Wilbur found the information witty enough to let out a short laughter and a mocking look. "Silly, silly robot. In my closet? Are you kidding me?"
Cornelius gave his son a oh-yes-I'm-not-kidding expression and added "But that's not what I want to understand…" He paused to raise his hand to point with his index finger at Wilbur.
"I want you to tell me…
ONE: how big is this mess?
TWO: where and when did this pop out?
and THREE: how serious is it?"
The brunette man features rested uneasily. He was holding his temples with his fingers to refrain stress. When he showed to be ready he started the clarification "First: this mess is more trouble than expecting Tiny's little tyrannosaurus boys have their bath peacefully and without you ending covered in mud." He shuddered at the memory, keeping a disgusted gaze.
His other friend opened his mouth to say something; instead he curbed a laugh in vain and pretending to cough with a serious tone added: "Oh don't blame me. That was your teenager brilliant idea."
Wilbur hanged his mouth opened and retorted "Dad that was LONG time ago!" then he rested his left elbow over his desk placing his left hand over his chin. "Touché".
Cornelius rolled his eyes. "Never mind, back to what I asked…"
This time Wilbur gave in return a blank look at his face as he were lost and mentioned increasing his voice as he spoke "Second and third: …I have no idea!!! That's why I ordered a full time scan."
The inventor's eyes popped with anxiety. "My ears are deceiving me… You DON'T know???"
Wilbur sighed in misery trying to ignore his father's question unsuccessfully "Just a hint… Remember the PTF and DTF?"
Cornelius blinked and nodded unhesitating forgetting his previous doubts for now. "Of course. You can't just restrain the fact you destroyed their bases five years ago and arrested all of them to put them in the top-security prison. They almost made time continuum collapse."
"They're back" he answered bluntly picking his cowlick with his finger.
Dazzled blue eyes met the gloomy brown ones "WHAT?! How can-"
The dark murky chocolate gaze faded as both eyelids shut in slow motion "They escaped, rearranged and built their HQ's in secrecy. Regular police found one of our gadgets destroyed in the crime scene."
"So one of your men…" Cornelius taken aback stopped talking.
"We all thought that when the crumbles of a time pause was given to us. Five years ago we thought we put all these people in jail. We were apparently wrong. Not every member was caught. So an outsider acquired a time pause. Don't ask me how." Discontent was clear in the captain's features.
"Wilbur. I still don't see why you are that upset. You're still not telling me something" a confused Cornelius confessed.
"Both dark organizations want revenge. They want to make me pay. A package arrived here to me your first day off town."
"Son I think…"
"Lewis." Cornelius listened attentively. This meant no joke. Not everyday Wilbur referred to him in this way in the present time. Obviously a dark confession followed, dismaying the president of Robinsons Industries. "A video conference device to assure me a living hell unless I give up the TCTF…"
The inventor raised his left eyebrow. "Go on…"
Brown eyebrows narrowed as if the man averted anger to get away from him "I said no. The next thing happening was me receiving one of their special electric shock attacks with the device they sent me to listen their darn warning."
"Which of them?" Now was time for the blond eyebrows to narrow.
The captain sighed as if the world had ended "A time blockade and a black tracker."
"Time blockade?! They're after something truly big to get you in this position. Now they have the advantage."
Wilbur touched his jaw with his hand pensively "Correct and is my fault for not taking the precautions when that damned thing got here without explanation to my office. Plus I'm more than sure they have something bigger under their sleeve to be putting me a time blockade and a black tracker and is not just antique robbery." He sighed "This is great. I can't time travel."
Cornelius had a lot of surprises shortly which left him without breath and this hit the last straw. His features abruptly tainted with fury "Excuse me?"
By this time the father of future was losing his temper on the one thing he could not stand: life altered on purpose. Thoughts rushed inside his mind about the crisis experienced thanks to the DTF and the PTF before.
Soon he snapped out of it to pay attention to his son that continued giving more pertain details "Dad, there's no other explanation to it. I have incomprehensible mood swings and new memories being stored in my head. I have unremitting headaches and the feeling I'm forgetting something important upsets me. Do you have any idea of what are they going to do first? "
Cornelius cringed. He understood perfectly. "I do."
"They'll do anything to alter my life in the present time." He paused placing his elbows over his desk and his hands over his head. His voice became a soft whisper and brown eyes turned grim of suffocating pain "If they do my family…my kids…" Son and now father, Wilbur knew how Cornelius must have felt every time his family faced danger.
The inventor's expression softened and turned to his son and long time friend heartedly "Wilbur, don't go that far. You have to calm down and-"
Regrettably frustration triumphed over serenity "Then tell me why three days ago I asked myself why in the world I married Kaccey and hit the guest room to sleep on my own." Wilbur kept his hands over his head as he had shame.
Cornelius glanced completely alarmed "Did she do something to upset you or what?"
Wilbur blushed madly, his cheeks turned into a deep red while he looked to his father "That is the annoying part."
The genius man got surprised. Wilbur whined "She didn't do anything" he paused once more trying to get the words out.
"Aha… She didn't do anything…so?" Cornelius moved his right hand back and forth allowing his eyes to playfully examine the ceiling.
The black hair raven man kept flushing and covered his face with his right hand and finally blurted the situation to his friend "Shedidn'tdoanythingbuthuggingmeandkissingme."
"Oh. Can you repeat that please? In a human pace if you don't mind."
"Ugh. Sheee diiiidn't doooo anythiiiiiiiing tooooooooo MEE." Then he lowered his voice that it was hardly audible and whispered quickly. "Just hugging me and kissing… me." He gulped.
Cornelius glasses dropped from his nose cartoon style and after a long gaze and juggling after his precious lenses spoke "I'm glad we're both adults now, except… words fail me. You're dead man."
Wilbur sarcastically commented "Haha. Yes we're both men and can talk about anything thank goodness."
On the other hand, the father of the future between disbelief and uncertainty inquired "One excellent question for goodness sake…WHY?!"
At this point Wilbur groaned "Yes. Technically I'm a jerk. What shocks me is that back then I didn't want my own wife to be near me! …As it displeased me to have her close. I wonder why… It was like a mixture of pure hate and repulsion!" He punched the desk. His dad just followed the interrogation.
"And she said nothing? She gave no complain?"
"Well…" He closed his eyes and lied his head on the back of the armchair.
Cornelius grunted "Man, talk already to see if I can help you."
After a short growlWilbur relinquished "Ok, ok. She said she understood the pressure my job puts on me and apologized for nagging and… and that she missed me as I spent more time in the HQ than home."
The listener just whistled amazed cleaning his saved glasses "Ouch. As you said, technically you are a jerk."
The distressed man listening had his mouth wide opened in incredulity "DAD!"
"What? You really haven't spent too much with the rest of the family lately. Kaccey was being nice as any good wife would, cuddling you and giving you affection, but you rejected her?" Cornelius seemed more dubious than confused.
His partner also got the point and soon responded unenthusiastically "I know. I don't get myself either if that helps you." To skip the same discussion he shot an innocent thought aloud "Has it happened between you and mom?"
Cornelius glimpse went blank and batted his eyelids in slow motion "No…" he rolled his eyes and bit his lower lip. "Only when she brought those mushy cushy story books I preferred my lab than my bedroom."
Wilbur wished he could find it amusing but struggles took the best of him into irony "Oh I can feel better now…First those lunatics get away from prison with our own technology. I still ask myself how. Then I act as a total zweeb with my woman and my mood alters in a second. I remember new stuff and I have a migraine! Besides I can't time travel in case of an emergency plopping out to save my own family." He stood up to walk and reached his father.
Cornelius spoke back kindly "Son. I'm not blaming you. I totally understand it. You and I are in charge of huge businesses on our own. It's hard and stressful when more projects need to take care of. A boss has the hard task of supervising everything and is time consuming. We both get that all right?" The raven black hair man refrained on grabbing the blonde's collar in the last second and vented instantly in an unavoidable dash "Yah. I'm captain/president from the only police time travel corporation, boss, board director, instructor, policeman, special agent, citizen, son, grandson, cousin, husband, friend and father of not ONE but FOUR KIDS!" quiet filled the luxurious office making the troubled man add mockery "…And I don't get a paycheck on that."
The inventor blinked and tried to put his right hand over his son shoulder. Wilbur didn't let him. "Not a good idea… Better not take risks on touching me. Even if you're used to blasts."
Cornelius was most likely to retort, instead he preferred to stay optimistic"Hey. Breath. We'll work this out. And about what you said before…that's not on me. You're the one who has the credit for giving me four grandchildren."
The famous captain whimpered noisily "Sorry…" It took a couple of seconds for him to realize what his father mentioned and irately puts his hands on his hips scowling. "Hey! And you don't help when you try to cover them up in their pranks."
Cornelius snapped back this time "You know you are very hard when you ground them."
Wilbur rejoinders promptly as to mention the obvious "What else would you expect?"
"Wilbur, they're like you."
"Exactly the point. That's why I do it." Cornelius tapped his foot on the floor and spotted his son thoughtfully. He had that familiar look on his face Wilbur could say. The same one he was used to see anytime his dad was hitting on a new invention. Why in a time like this dad? He thought.
Cornelius smirked and snapped his fingers gleefully out of the blue "Jackpot!"
Now was the turn for Wilbur to be astounded "I beg your pardon?"
Sapphire eyes keep glistening with great expectation"You need someone who can time travel to be positive where everything begins changing but-"
"Lewis…I think we all know that already."
"Huh? No, no, no! Listen to me. You need someone that can talk with ease to our family back in the past to warn them. It is less probable that our younger versions accept to talk with total strangers. Especially you. To put it in two words: Bad plan. Plus you would not have any back ups hidden available if you send your best men."
Wilbur blinked in realization"Holy time holes! You're right."
After that, an argument would begin after an idea Cornelius had in mind.
Cornelius: "That's why I propose Taylor to do the job."
Wilbur: "NO."
Cornelius: "Wilbur!"
Wilbur: "NO."
Cornelius: "Wilbur! They'll try to kill you and that means chaos. The TCTF won't be here to confront them. That's their plan to travel freely. No one would stop them if you're not here and you can't get out the HQ because you must prepare a strategy. We are all counting on you. Remember you can't use your time machine, for how much time may I ask?"
Wilbur: "NO! I'm not sending my boy! He's just eighteen! And you're giving me too much credit. You built the time machine. Me? No time traveling for a month."
Cornelius: "A month?! Give me a break. He's no baby Wilbur. He's almost an adult. And yes you are too important for this time period. Face it Wilbur, you unfolded time continuum mysteries."
Wilbur glimpsed his watch. "Midnight already and I'm here trying to tell my father that he lost his head."
A muffled screech was heard in the building. The alarm signal reached every ear and made Wilbur and Cornelius sprint out to the reunion room, arguing till they reached their destination. What our friends didn't notice was a shadow emerging over the dark spots in the hall following them from the office to the reunion room.
Wilbur: "Dad can things get any worse?"
Cornelius: "Everything is possible for me since the day I met you in the science fair."
Wilbur: "I'm not letting Taylor go on this. He just became a level B agent last week. "
Cornelius: "Are you thinking as captain or father?"
Wilbur: "Dad! Don't do this to me!"
Cornelius: "Wilbur! Let go the past. He'll be fine. Besides I don't think he'll remain sitting down without trying something."
Wilbur: "Not after he got captured by those fools when he was six!"
Cornelius: "Why do you think he is still here? Does that ring the bell?"
Wilbur: "Dad we'll close the topic here."
Cornelius: "What if he does it on his own without you supervising?" Finally Cornelius got into his son's weak spot and the troubled captain gave in.
Wilbur: "Ugh. Ok. I'll think of it. Now let's get in."
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