A/N: The second chapter! I counted the chapters I currently have written and right now, but I'm not going to tell you how many. Thanks and please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Meet the Robinsons, only Lela.

She was bleeding and had cuts and scratches everywhere.

"This has only happened once before, and that was when my dad way home." A small spark popped into Wilbur's eyes as his gaze rested on Lewis for a split second then returned to Lela. He picked her up like her mother had done not even two hours ago. Her head hung limply in his arms, but she looked peaceful, like she was sleeping.

"Now we just need to get her to her room before anyone sees--" He was cut off by a golden robot. "…us."

"Hey Wilbur, hey Lewis! What have you got there? OH!" He jumped back a few feet at the sight of Lela.

"Yeah, one of her little stunts again, Carl, the chandelier this time. It hasn't been like this since Dad was home." Wilbur put a strong emphasis on the word 'Dad.'

"Listen, we need to get her in bed so I can tell Mom that she took a nap. No one ever needs to know!"

The robot, Carl, gave Wilbur a funny look. "Okay…" he finally agreed reluctantly.

On their way, they passed several Robinson family members, and none of them noticed Lela. Something clicked in Lewis's mind. What if Lela was doing all of these stunts for the attention? She wouldn't purposely hurt herself to get love from her family, would she?

Wilbur gently laid his sister down in her fluffy white bed and turned to Carl. "Tell me when she wakes up. Watch over her just for now." Carl nodded in assent and Wilbur marched triumphantly out of the room.

"So that's it?" Lewis asked, slightly angered. "You just leave the unconscious eight year old girl in the charge of a ROBOT?"

"Listen," Wilbur pleaded, "we've got more important things to do. Like the time machine."

Lewis gaped at him incredulously. "We are talking about the life of your little sister here! And all you care about is a dumb time machine? You know what? I'll go stay with Lela and you can fix the time machine." Lewis stomped into Lela's room, leaving a slightly astounded Wilbur behind him.

POV-Wilbur-The Garage

"Really, he just doesn't understand. He just doesn't get it Carl! He thinks he's helping Lela and doing the right thing, but really he's killing her, us and ME! And I can't tell anyone anything, except for you, Carl! What am I going to do?" Wilbur began to bang his forehead repeatedly against the red wing of the broken time machine.

"Well," Carl began, "can you stop putting dents in the wing?"

"That is an excellent question," Wilbur said and took his head off the wing.

POV-Lewis-Lela's Room

Lela woke with a groan. "My head hurts," she sniffed sadly.

"Of course it does," Lewis explained. "You dropped twenty five feet on top of a glass chandelier. I would be surprised if it didn't hurt."

The young girl smiled. "Oh, maybe I have a new scar!" She ran over to her height size mirror. "Look, Lewis, come here," she pulled him over next to her. For each of the seventy-three scars she had, she told seventy-three stories to go with each one.

"So Lela," Lewis began to change the subject, "what do you like to do? Like your hobbies and such?" He hoped for a non-obvious answer.

"I like to pull stunts, play with my toys, and watch my dad invent stuff," she looked up to Lewis and nodded vigorously.

"I wish I could invent stuff like your dad," Lewis replied desolately. "My inventions never work out as well as I hope."

"You're an inventor?" Lela asked, bubbling with excitement. "Well, you know what Dad says, ke--"

"Keep moving forward, yes, yes, I've heard it," Lewis cut her off ungratefully.

"You know," Lela started, an idea forming in her words, "I think you should meet Daddy. You're a lot like him. Let's go ask Wilbur when he's coming home. Come on!!" Lela grabbed the sleeve of Lewis's shirt and ran back to the garage.

"Willy! Wilbur!" Lela screeched in the garage. A loud BANG was heard followed by a snort and a painful, "Ow…"

"Lela! You're up!" Wilbur greeted the little blonde, getting up and rubbing a spot on his head.

"Yeah, yeah. Willy, I have a question for you," Lela reported. Wilbur kneeled down to her height level while Lewis was snickering in the back round at "Willy's" nickname.

"When is Daddy coming home? I want Lewis to meet him!" she giggled eagerly. Anxiousness flashed across Wilbur's face.

"Oh, um, Lewis can't meet Dad, Lela, kind of. He, um, has to go back to North Louisiana-I mean, Montana," Wilbur corrected himself. Lela's cheeky and hopeful smile fell.

"But—but he has to meet him!" she yelped in her high earnest voice, tears filling her brown eyes. "He can't just stay one extra day?" she pleaded. Lewis shifted the dark blue cap in his head. He certainly didn't see why not.

"No!" Wilbur ordered, but Lewis started to persuade him.

"Come on, it won't hurt to stay one more day, right? The you-know-what isn't even fixed yet." Lewis and Wilbur both looked back at the time machine, which was looking even worse than before. Wilbur did not have his Dad's touch in inventing and fixing stuff. Wilbur rolled his eyes.

"Fine," he snapped and Lela looked overjoyed. Carl pulled Wilbur over and they talked in hushed tones. Lewis could only make out a few words like "future," "now," and "hat." He turned to Lela who was still delighted that Lewis was staying was scampering around the garage.

Carl pulled away from Wilbur and led Lela out the garage door.

"Listen, we have to get out of here now," Wilbur said indignantly. Lewis stared at him.

"We just promised your little sister that we'd stay an extra day! I'm not leaving now," Lewis said crossly, folding his arms across his chest.

"The time machine is fixed! I just need to test drive it!" Wilbur hopped into the red time machine and patted the cushioned seat behind him. "Come on," he taunted, "Mommy's waiting!"

Lewis leapt into the time machine, refusing to disagree with that logic. Lewis eagerly awaited the purr of the time engine, but all he got was a face full of ash.

"Well, you know the saying--"

"KEEP MOVING FORWARD!" he growled. Lewis couldn't take it anymore. He had waited for so long to see his mother, to have a family, and he certainly couldn't take this family anymore. Lewis grabbed every tool he needed, and dove under the newly broken down time machine and started clanking, clinking, banging, screwing, lasering, pounding, and tinkering with everything under the engine.

"Now we've got some inspiration!" Wilbur laughed out loud and bounded on top of the hood.

"Hey Wilbur?" Lewis's voice wafted out from underneath.

"Yeah, dude?" Wilbur answered back, gleefully.

"OW! GET OFF THE MACHINE!" Lewis's voice pierced the air.

"Whatever, my little inventor buddy," Wilbur assured him and leapt back off of the top.

"After this you can go back to the science fair, fix the experiment, and then everything will be back to normal!"

"And my mom?" Lewis's voice came out as a whisper. Wilbur was too distracted by his own joy to make up a reasonable lie to cover up the fact that he was never going to take Lewis to see his mother. So he blurted the truth.

"I was never going to take you! That was just to buy time!" It was then that Wilbur realized what he had just said. His hand slapped over his mouth but it was too late. He froze as all noise from under the engine ceased and Lewis slowly rolled out, his ocean-blue eyes filled with betrayal, confusion, and hate.

"What did you just say?" questioned Lewis, voice quaking with fear, pain, and venom.

"Um… nothing?" Wilbur tried. Lewis exploded.

"AUGH! I AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF BEING TRICKED AND LIED TO! YOU ARE THE MOST ANNOYING CHILDISH BRAT I HAVE EVER MET IN A BILLION YEARS! YOU AND YOUR INSANE FAMILY HAVE DRIVEN ME EQUALLY CRAZY! WILBUR? WILBUR, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?"

But Wilbur had stopped listening to Lewis's rant a long time ago. He was looking over Lewis's shoulder at his little sister, the saddest he had ever seen her. As he turned around, Lela cowered at Lewis's anger and pools of tears spilled from her wet, sparkling eyes.

"Lela…" Lewis moved towards her, but she took a step further back.

"Don't come near me," she whispered fearfully. "I'm part of the 'insane family.'" She sprinted out the garage door, wails being heard every few seconds. Lewis looked to Wilbur, and with one glance they both forgave each other. They ran out the door in search of the heart broken Lela. Little did they know, they would discover something much bigger.

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