A/N: Here is the fourth chapter to Number Thirteen. I just want to say thank you to all my readers and reviewers so, so much. I only own Lela, and here is your chapter…

"Now I do," Cornelius replied gravely, ushering them over to a transport tube. They arrived in Cornelius's lab, where they sat down on the same couch Lewis had now.

"When you went back to the past to find me, Lela, somehow, something jogged my memory. Keep that hat on tight, boy. Anything could mess up the unstable time stream now," Cornelius turned to Lewis as he was about to take off the blue cap.

"But, Mr. Robinson, hasn't this already happened, when you were younger?" Lewis wondered out loud. Cornelius shook his head sadly.

"Nothing like this has ever happened. That's why I'm so worried. No one- not even me for a while- could remember Wilbur. I was so afraid that you had disappeared along with him Lela.

"Now that I think about it, it was better you left to go find me, Lela. I would have never remembered Wilbur again and eventually, neither would you, Lewis. I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. You just made me so… scared… like I was losing my family again," Cornelius opened his arms to Lela for a comforting hug. Lela ran into them, on the brink of tears.

"Daddy, why can't Mom remember Wilbur if you can?" she asked quietly. Cornelius shrugged, balancing his daughter on his knee.

"I don't have an answer for that. My guess is that you didn't meet her back in the past. It's better that you didn't meet her… you did, didn't you?" Cornelius, rolling his eyes at Lela's surprised face.

"It was your idea!" she defended herself quickly. Cornelius chuckled for the first time in what seemed like weeks.

"Well, we'll just see what happens. All we can hope for is the best."

Lela nodded sadly, but turned to her father and looked him it the eyes for one last time, and said, "Daddy, what if he doesn't come back, and we never see him again…" She buried her head in his shoulder.

He patted her gently on the back, "Don't worry, sweetheart, Wilbur will came back. He always does. He always does. That reminds me, Lewis, don't try out the pizza maker-slash-sock maker in the garage. Wilbur… kind of crushes it with the time machine… sauce was everywhere…" Cornelius shuddered, but Lela laughed.

"That's the pretty smile I've been waiting for!" Cornelius lifted Lela off his lap, smiling. But when Cornelius locked his gaze with Lewis, he saw a whole different story. In Cornelius's eyes showed worry fear, tragedy, and pain.

"Now you kids go," Cornelius said, "and find Wilbur. I'll be here if you need me."

Cornelius seemed to have no hope left in him, and, if all went wrong, could not bear the loss if he came with them.

"Good luck!" were the last words they heard from Cornelius before they were sucked back up the transport tube.

"Hey, Lela?" Lewis asked as they wandered aimlessly through the halls of the Robinson mansion.

"Yeah?" she replied, going from doorway to doorway if there was any way possible they could fins Wilbur hiding somewhere in her house.

"Where's Wilbur's room?" Lewis looked around at the long hall ahead of them.

"Oh, right here, actually," Lela ran forward some twenty feet and yanked a door open. "At least this was his room. Just storage now," Lela said quietly and sadly.

Lewis tip-toed inside and beckoned Lela in with him. He began filtering through every pile, obviously looking for traces of the existence of Wilbur. Lela quickly picked up on his thinking and they set to work.

"Lewis!" Lela suddenly squealed, carefully unburying a piece of paper from a large heap of stuff.

"What?" Lewis quickly ran over to her and examined the sheet of paper. On it said:

'March 30th 2037

Today I saw my father. Not the old one; he was twelve and his name was Lewis. And together we saved the future (after I kind of destroyed it…) I never thought he could be so cool. I never thought me father could be my best friend. But he is, and always will be.'

A small smile played upon Lewis's lips. He had never known how much Wilbur meeting his twelve-year-old father had meant to him. But this paper had an even more significant meaning—they had found the first trace of Wilbur.

"Let's keep looking!" Lela bounded back to her pile, motivated by her findings. Lewis folded up the paper and slid it into his pocket. This was too good to lose.

And as if the paper held all the luck in the world, the next thing Lewis pulled out defined it all.

"His hat…" he whispered to himself, awestruck, but even from across the room, lela heard it.

"His hat?!" she yelled excitedly, hopping over to him and snatching it away. She traced the black and gold lightning bolt pattern on the navy blue baseball cap.

"Oh, he's still alive, Lewis, I just know it! Somewhere, he's waiting!" She twirled around joyfully, still in dreamland, and slapped the head onto her head.

"Come on, Lewis. We've got a brother to save."

They started up the time machine, going back to the past.

"Would you like to do the honors, Sir Lewis?" Lela laughed, giving him a mock curtsy.

Lewis smiled, bowing as well, and replied, "Thank you, Lady Lela, I would be flattered."

Lela rolled her blue eyes. Lewis's widened, seeing the new color for the first time.

"What?" Lela stopped smiling and looked at Lewis oddly. "What's wrong?"

"Um… you may want to look at your reflection, Lela…" Lewis began warily. Her eyes widened and she swiveled around, looking at her reflection in the window's glare.

"Oh no!" she screeched when she saw her newly blue eyes sparking in her reflection.

"But, Lewis, I thought Wilbur was still alive. Why am I still changing?" her voice quavered with every word. Tears suddenly sprang into her eyes, filling them to the brim.

"Don't answer that…" she whispered, tears spilling onto her cheeks.

"St-start the engine, Lewis," she spoke after a few moments of silence.

"Are you sure, Lela? Your dad's right in there, we could talk to him," Lewis suggested.

Lela shook her head. "I already am." She looked up, gave a small smile, and wiped the remaining tears off her face.

This answer gave Lewis a small rush of pride as he turned towards the wheel. He pushed the gear shift into drive and typed on the date. 2007, here we come.

A/N: Aw, how sweet, Lela trusts Lewis! I also have the links to a few sketches of Lela in my profile. I thought of the idea when primrose.stranger did some sketches of her character, so thanks for the idea too!

Now all I need to say is please, please review and the chapter may come quicker!