Wilbur's Time

To say Wilbur was surprised when Chron slammed into his room like the wrath of hell were on his heels was an understatement. He was more surprised when Chron was muttering something about 'danger' and 'influential aura.'

He stopped muttering long enough to say, "Past. Time machine. NOW."

So it was still with no little confusion Wilbur found himself in the garage, starting up the time machine, and hadn't said a word to his parents or family about this latest development. Chron was in the back seat muttering to himself in a crazed manner and his student didn't dare question him on his odd behavior. He decided just doing what the crazy person wanted would be wisest.

When they dissolved in the time stream, Chron visibly relaxed. His muscles lost their tautness, he stopped talking to himself, and even his old easy-going smile returned but there seemed to be a small guilty gleam in his eye that made him seem more somber than usual.

"Are you okay now?" Wilbur risked asking. Chron sighed and ran a hand through his silver hair.

"I'm not sure. I don't know what's been going on with me, but it stopped when we left our time," he said. Wilbur furrowed his brow.

"Any idea as to what may be the problem?" he asked. Chron shook his head.

"None. But anyway, I asked you to get your tail to Lewis's time because, when we last met in that time, Transeo and I hooked up something that connected our spirit stones together so he could send out a distress signal should he ever need us. (Before you ask, yes, star warriors are technologically advanced enough to be able to send such a signal through time.) He sent such a signal a few minutes ago, and I'm worried about what may've happened to warrant it," he said.

"Do you know where they may be?" Wilbur asked worriedly.

"Probably in the star warrior home. And hurry it up, I don't like the sound of this," he said.

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"How did this happen again?" Franny asked, looking up from Carl's heavily damaged and partially melted hand.

"I got it caught in the old oven while cooking dinner," he lied, wincing as Franny took out some screws to better try to fix it.

"This doesn't look like an oven burn," Franny said, raising a thin eyebrow.

"Well, it is. Chron's been acting weird, lately," Carl said, seemingly trying to change the subject. Franny sighed and decided she'd ask him about it later.

"You're right. He's been irritable lately, and Wilbur said he wasn't talking to him about it," she said. She took a laser from the tabletop and carefully tried to separate Carl's fingers.

"Really? Do you have any idea what may've gotten him so tense?" Carl asked. Franny shrugged without removing her eyes from the robot surgery.

"I don't know. He's been touchy since that storm the other day, I think. You know, come to think of it I think that most star warriors around the city have been on edge since then," she frowned and paused. "I hadn't realized it but they seem to be going in tight groups now, and every time I say hi they just glare and leave."

Carl looked up with strangely hopeful optics. "So you're saying that it's not just Chron that's been angry lately?"

Franny frowned. "Why are you so worried about this?" she paused. "Is Chron the reason you're hand is like this?"

"Of course not!" Carl said a little too quickly. Franny bit the inside of her cheek but didn't press the topic.

"Well, I need to melt it again if you want it in its original shape. Could you please get Wilbur? I want to ask him about something," Franny said. Carl detached his hand at the wrist and stepped out of the workshop in search of the youngest Robinson.

A/N

Ahh! Too short! –slaps self- It'll get longer, trust me. Review please!

Disclaimer: I don't own MTR, but I do own the countless OCs that have taken over the fic.