A/N: Chapter eleven! There are only two chapters left after this:( I'm sad, but I dunno if you guys are :). I'm so sorry for being a day late especially to Robin, I was just busy with camp and my birthday. But at least it's up now!

This chapter takes place at the same time as the other one, but the end scene takes place afterwards. If that confuses you, read on and you'll get it. Thanks!!

HIS MEMORIES

Lewis stood up, squinting at the darkness surrounding him. Everything was gone. The time machine, Lela, and now hope seemed to have disappeared as well.

Something had gone seriously wrong.

The "red flash" had somehow disturbed the time stream which had broken their time machine, and because of the place they were in and the equipment they had, instead of just the time machine breaking down, it had disappeared, leaving Lewis and Lela stranded and leaving them to their seemingly dark fate.

Lewis felt along the ground for bits and pieces of metal left over from the time machine. After minutes of searching, Lewis found a single metal plate only a few inches long and wide about fifty feet away from where he had woken up. He quickly held it up, hoping it was something he could use. A glint of light sparkled off of it from behind Lewis. Lewis quickly swiveled around, hoping to see Lela or Wilbur or something that possibly help him out. But all he got was a bright white light enveloping him and throwing him into an unknown dimension.

"Whoa," Lewis whispered as he appeared in the cold rainy past—his past. And walking up the steps to the brick orphanage was his mother. His own mother. Hadn't he been here before?

Lewis started to turn away, but couldn't resist snapping his head back around and watching his mother abandon him within seconds. Lewis's heart began to break, but he remembered what happen with his life. An image of Wilbur, Franny, and his adopted parents, Bud and Lucille, flashed through his mind. Then Lela. He didn't even know where she was. He sighed loudly and soon saw the red time machine appear.

How happy he had been when Wilbur had brought him back, but then he had remembered with a pang he would no longer have the Robinsons as his family. Everything he would have worked for would have been ruined. Lewis smiled as he saw his twelve-year-old self turned around from his mother and ran back to the time machine, shielding himself from the pouring rain. Lewis knew he had made the right choice.

Thirteen-year-old Lewis instantaneously ran over to the time machine to talk to Wilbur, to tell him what was going to happen in five years. Since it didn't work out so well last time, their luck was bound to change for the better now.

"Wilbur!" Lewis called through the hard rain as loud as he could. Wilbur did not respond, just kept talking to the other Lewis. Slightly-older Lewis talked towards where the time machine top and still slightly open and tried to lift it up, but it was like it wasn't there. His fingers slid through the glass like water.

"What is going on?" Lewis whispered to himself. Hadn't he been transported back to the past, just right there?

"WILBUR!" Lewis yelled again, cure he was going to get the cocky young boy's attention this time. Nothing happened.

Grumbling to himself, Lewis suddenly realized even through the pouring rain, he had not been touched with a single drop of water. He was perfectly dry.

What was going on?

Lewis slid himself through the metal of the time machine and seated himself next to the younger version of Wilbur. He tried everything to get his attention, waving his hand in front of Wilbur's face, screaming and even trying to poke him, but nothing worked. To both younger Lewis and Wilbur, the current Lewis was invisible.

For the life of him, Lewis could not figure out what was going on. Before any more worries could disrupt his thoughts, the light that had brought him into this past, sucked him up and returned him into another past.

"Where am I now?" Lewis mused.

He was standing outside the orphanage again, this time on a bright and sunny day. Lewis rushed inside, wanting to see what in his past he had fallen into now. He pushed though young kids and some adults that were going to be signing adoption papers.

He rushed up to his old room where his seven-year-old self was sitting at the small desk placed in his room. Little Lewis was eagerly twiddling with a new invention—his first invention. Older Lewis sat down on the bed next to little Lewis and watched him put together his first invention—the fork-spoon-knife converter.

With a touch of a button, the FSK, or fisk as he had called it would switch between a fork, a spoon, or a knife. The older Lewis saw several mistakes and wasn't surprised when the fisk didn't work and emitted smoke. He desperately wanted to reach out and fix everything, but Lewis could do nothing of the sort.

With another blinding flash, Lewis found himself in what seemed like the exact same place. But the boys next to him looked older and more familiar. Goob stood next to nine-year-old Lewis talking to him over his shoulder. Hours passed as Goob chatted on and Lewis continued to work at his desk. Night fell and Lewis kept tinkering away while Goob was trying to get some sleep.

Lewis had seen the scene so many times before and was used to it. But what bothered him about it was Goob had been so frustrated about Lewis's noise and never said one word. He just kept trying and kept to himself. And Lewis himself was just pushing along, not even noticing poor Goob twisting and turning in the bottom bunk bed.

Something hit Lewis with a strong pang. He had never really noticed what he had put Goob through every night. He had just seen it happen and didn't really care. It had never penetrated his emotions.

With a sigh, Lewis was happy he had moved out and Goob had as well, being adopted shortly after winning his baseball game. Goob now had a room to his self and slept in peace. Lewis smiled and watched Goob finally sleep.

In a blink, Lewis was placed somewhere else, somewhere just too familiar.

He was on top of his old orphanage and watching the final time when he had last seen Lela—and Wilbur.

As he walked forward to watch the scene from a closer view, Lewis saw a blazing white light appear from the other corner of the rooftop. Lela's current black hair swished away before Lewis could reach it. She had been so close!! Sighing in desperation, Lewis watched the scene fold out in front of him.

He watched Wilbur with his few-months-younger-self fly away and disappear into the gorgeous, cloudless, blue sky. But before he did so, Wilbur wrote in the sky, "See you later, Dad!"

Both Lewis's smiled but the minute the red time machine was no longer in sight, the younger Lewis took off, sprinting down the stairs to change his future for good. But the older Lewis stayed, walking around for a few moments on the roof. Lewis strolled on over to the wooden crate that he kept tally of how many interviews he had gone through.

And through all one hundred and twenty four tally marks, he had written, "ADOPTED." This brought a wide smile to Lewis's face, but felt a strong tug on his heart to get back home and soon.

And hopefully he would, leaving this mess behind him. Lewis took a seat on the crate. Nothing else seemed to be happening. This thought brought him back to why he was here, why he was placed back in his past but couldn't be seen or heard. Was Lela going through the same thing?

He had just seen her. She very possibly could have been dragged along this same past path as well.

And when Lewis closed his eyes in anxiety, a flash went off, surrounding him and the past he was in fully.

"Now where am I?" Lewis muttered, getting tired of being pulled from place to place time and time again.

"You're with me," a familiar, deep voice laughed.

"No…" Lewis whispered, turning around to face the owner of the voice.

"Yes…" Wilbur mimicked, laughing again.

"Wilbur! You're here!" Lewis was speechless. Everything he and Lela did had been worth something!

"Yup, and so are you," Wilbur stuck his chin out haughtily with a smile on his face.

"You sure have grown, dude," Lewis almost had to lean back to talk to Wilbur.

Wilbur again laughed and replied, "You sure… haven't."

Lewis growled but smiled. After all of this he had made it! Everything was going to be okay… if they could get out of there. Lewis still had no idea where the time machine or Lela was.

"So, why are you here? How'd you get here?" Wilbur asked, motioning to the blank white of the surrounding time stream.

"I could ask you the same thing. But I'll start," Lewis said and started on his story.

"Oh, skip the Lela part. I already know that," Wilbur said.

"How—how…?" Lewis was confused.

"Oh, she was just here, in the time hole. She had also just gone through a time reel." Wilbur was making no sense to Lewis.

"Time hole… that's what you created when you got me!" Lewis clicked those puzzle pieces together. "But time reel? And Lela?"

Had Lela just been here? Was she okay?

Wilbur stared blankly at Lewis. "You don't know what a time reel is either?" Wilbur asked, elated.

Lewis shook his head slowly no.

"No way! And we will all mark this day as the day Wilbur Robinson knew something his own father didn't! Whoo!" Wilbur began to dance around like a maniac until Lewis cleared his throat several times before getting Wilbur's attention.

"Right, right, sorry, a time reel is, as I said to Lela a reflection of memories but you're in them. That happened to you, right?" Wilbur raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, that just happened. But what about Lela?" Lewis asked a bit stressfully.

"Whoa, cool it dude, you aren't the only one who cares about her. She's okay; she's back in her own time. She was actually just here and she's safe and happy. Even if her appearance has changed…"

"Oh, yeah. When you disappeared, everyone forgot you, and so that made Lela the first-born child in her family, making her look more like her mother than me."

"Oh," Wilbur said bluntly.

Through all of this, Lewis breathed a sigh of relief. She was okay…

"Now," Lewis said, "your story."

Wilbur nodded. "Right, my story, I came and tried to fix this time hole, but somehow I got stuck. I've been here ever since."

Lewis blinked. They had gone on this whole adventure just to have Wilbur here the whole time. Great.

"That's it," Wilbur nodded.

"Well, as for my story, I simply got dragged into this by Lela and brought back and forth from the past, future and present so many times that I don't know which is which. Lela got to see Franny as a thirteen year old--"

"Whoa. Really?" Wilbur interrupted eyes flashing with excitement. "I always knew that girl was so much like me, she just never saw it in herself."

Lewis smiled. He had always seen the close bond between Lela and Wilbur and knew it would continue no matter what happened.

"Yeah, she really is…" Lewis trailed off as the sound of wind reached his ears. "Um, what's going on?"

The wind blew around his face, almost causing his glasses to fall off.

"Finally!" Wilbur laughed, allowing the winds to pick him up off the ground and spin slowly in the air. "Trust me, this is good!"

"GOOD?!" Lewis struggled against the winds that were slowly but surely lifting him off the ground.

"Again, another thing I knew and you didn't!" Wilbur laughed, not tired of the fourth time he used that joke.

"This is not the time for jokes! This is--" But what is was, Lewis never said.

Because he found himself staring at the green landscape of the Robinson mansion.

"Told you it was good."

A/N: Only two chapters left everyone! Excited, sad? And I have a question too. You know the other one shot I had, "Don't Take the Girl"? That story was a favorite of mine, but no one really seemed to enjoy it, only Robin, so I took it down. Do you want me to put it back up or leave as is? I won't be offended either way. Please review and tell me what you thought!