A/N: This is a little shorter than I would have liked, but it's whatever. So I don't have a lot to say about this chapter. It's a little fluffy, but it has something to do with the plot. So it's not a filler chapter or anything. I do like this chapter. So I hope you enjoy it as well.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Meet the Robinsons.

Kolbie drove to their shared apartment, while Wilbur sat in the passenger seat in silence. His arms were crossed across his chest and his blood leaked on to the dress shirt that he wore. Kolbie tried to offer him a napkin numerous times, and numerous times he declined with a shake of his head. He kept his eyes trained on the road in front of them and said nothing. When they finally reached their apartment complex, Wilbur was out of the hovercraft before she'd even managed to park it. From her seat in the craft, she watched as he stormed up to the second floor, to their apartment, 216, and slam the door behind him. She waited for a moment, exhaled shakily, and slid out of the vehicle.

She walked into the apartment slowly, after realizing he hadn't locked the door, and a relieved sigh escaped her lips. He hadn't destroyed everything in his path. She closed the door quietly, locking it, and made her way to the kitchen. Knowing Wilbur, he didn't get anything to nurse his blacken eye or bandage his hand. She grabbed a clear, Ziploc bag and filled it with ice. Then she grabbed at the first aid kit. With the proper medical aids, she walked to the bedroom door, which was closed, and leaned on it.

"Hey, Wilbur?" she asked quietly. He didn't answer her. She sighed and pushed the door open. The room was dark and the only light came from the street light outside of their window. From the orange-ish, borwn light she could see Wilbur lying on his stomach. As she walked closer, she could see that he'd shed his dress shirt and jeans. She sighed and sat next to him. "Wilbur," she sang softly. He still didn't respond. "Here," she said and held the bag of ice out beside him. For a moment, she thought that he was going to ignore the ice and allow his eye to a swell. However, he took the bag from her and rolled over on to his back. He winced slightly as him back made contact with the bed.

"Thanks," he mumbled as he pressed the ice to his eye.

Kolbie leaned forward and hit the lights so that she could appropriately tend to his hand. When her hand left the light switch, she let her hand slide down the headboard and to his shoulder. He flinched away from her touch. Kolbie pulled her hand away and curled her fingers into a small fist. She felt rejected, but she knew it wasn't anything against her. She then turned her eyes to the kit. She pulled out the antiseptic wipes, sterile gauze, and dressing for his wound. The grey-eyed girl opened the wipe and then turned to Wilbur. "May I?" she asked remembering that he had just flinched away from her touch. He didn't respond verbally, but he nodded. "It's going to hurt," she added.

"Don't treat me like a child," he said darkly without looking at her.

She turned her eyes downward and ran the wipe across his knuckles roughly. He winced again, but didn't pull away. She then pressed the gauze to his knuckles and then wrapped it in the dressing. She held her hand out for his other hand. He switched hands and gave her his other hand. She repeated the process and then pushed his hand off her lap roughly. He tossed her a nasty look, but she was already standing and walking out the door.

"Kolbie," he called after her, his voice was hoarse. She turned to face him one of her dark eyebrows lifted. "I'm sorry."

Kolbie sighed and left the room. She then dropped the used first aid items into the trash and then placed the kit on the counter. She couldn't stay mad at him, especially since he had apologized. He looked like a lost kid sitting on their bed with a pack of ice held to his eye and his fingers wrapped together. All he needed was someone to talk to; someone to understand what he was going though. It just happened that Kolbie was that person. It seemed that he'd lucked out in that way. Kolbie made her way back to the bedroom, and when she reached the doorway she stepped through, and closed the door behind her, as if someone were sitting in the living room listening. The girl sat down on the bed across from him and exhaled slowly. She reached out towards him and took the bag of ice from him, and this time he didn't flinch away.

"You're holding it wrong," she told him. "You're just going to get a lap full of water holding it like that and they swelling won't go down." She placed the bag on his eye gently and he took it from her. They were silent for a moment. "I'm so sorry," she said finally.

"For what?" he asked her.

"Because you had to experience what I experienced every day of my life," she mumbled not meeting his brown eyes. They were quiet for another long moment. "It's awful, isn't it? To see so much hatred and fury in the eyes of someone that's supposed to love you and you them; it's awful." She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. Wilbur didn't respond he just got a blank look in his eyes and looked past her. She sighed. "I was like that too," she started. His brown eyes flicked to her grey ones. The look in his eyes was unreadable and she felt a chill go down her spine, his eyes were always readable. "It's easier when you talk to someone." She told him quietly. "I talked to you." Kolbie pushed herself off the bed; she stopped, leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to draw a bath," she told him as she left and waked to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, Kolbie lit candles which she had been given as a housewarming present of sorts from Franny. She then blew out the match and turned on the tap. She watched the golden, orange flames dance on their wicks until the water ran hot. She then stopped the tub, which took a moment because the stopper wasn't quite fit for the drain, and watched as the clear liquid filled the white porcelain tub. Then she grabbed a bottle of bubble bath and poured it into the tub under the running water. Again she watched as she the tub filled. Once it was full she stopped the tap and turned the lights off in the bathroom.

The girl shed her clothes and slipped into the impossibly hot water. Wilbur other told her that she was going to burn her skin off with the water she bathed and showered in, but she didn't. He teased that she'd lost the ability to feel pain, but she knew that he was wrong, so again she didn't mind. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and then relaxed into the hot water. Her grey eyes closed and she exhaled softly. She then slid down further into the hot water until she was completely submerged. She opened her grey eyes and watched the shadows from the flames dance on the wall with her watery and soapy vision. When her lungs hurt and begged for air, she surfaced and took a deep breath. She wiped the soap from her eyes and pressed her back against the porcelain. Her now wet ponytail hung over the back of the tub and dripped on to the white laminated tile.

"Hey," she said quietly. Without looking she knew that Wilbur was leaning on the door frame. He watched her chest raise and fall as she inhaled and exhaled slowly.

"Hey," he replied equally as quiet.

"You can sit down if you'd like," she pointed to the grey rug beside her with a soapy finger. Her grey eyes still closed. She heard him come and sit beside her, cross-legged. She could feel his eyes on her bare skin and it brought a smile to her lips. "So you want to-"

"He doesn't like that we're living together. He doesn't like that we got engaged without his permission. He doesn't like that you are so willing. He doesn't like that you haven't sought out help for your past. He doesn't like that…"

Kolbie cut him off with a soft kiss. Due to her of her change in position, a bit of water rushed out of the tub and on to the floor. She felt her heart race in her chest as he brought his hand to her cheek. The bandaging on his hand made his touch rough and scratchy, but she didn't mind. His hand left her face and traveled back to pull her hair out of its ponytail. It took him a bit longer to accomplish the task, seeing as four of his fingers were wrapped together. However, once he'd managed to get her hair tie to fall into the tub he went to run his fingers through her hair, but realized that would be damn near impossible. Not breaking their kiss he pulled the dressing off his hand, bloodied gauze fell to the floor, and ran his fingers through her dark hair. He pulled her as close as the confines of the tub would let him and kissed her harder.

Kolbie pulled away completely out of breath and in need of oxygen. "That was only to get you to stop telling me how much your father dislikes me and our relationship," she told him. "But no, you had to take everything into your own hands."

Wilbur sighed. "He said that he didn't want to see me anymore."

Kolbie shifted her weight in the tub and more water rushed over the edge and on to Wilbur's legs. "You can get in if you want," she told him, watching his muscles tense while he thought. He slipped his hand into the water and drew it out slowly. He nodded and she moved forward and he slipped into the tub behind her, still wearing his boxers. Kolbie leaned back against his chest and she sighed softly. "Did he say anything positive?" she asked quietly.

"He said that I was like the guy he fired last month," Wilbur said into her dark hair. "That guy was impulsive. He said that he had potential though. He was great, just too impulsive."

"That's positive," she said quietly. He started to draw random patterns on her stomach and a chill ran her spine. Her heart raced in her chest and she felt her cheeks flush. She couldn't tell if it was from the heat of the water or the intimate position that they were it.

"I suppose, if you want to look at it that way. However, I don't," he told her. He kissed the back of her neck and smiled. "He did say that he was glad that if I was going to ruin my life and crash and burn, at least I was going to do it with you." Kolbie laughed and shook her head. She relaxed back and laid her head on his shoulder. He kissed her neck and her cheek. "Seriously, that was the only positive thing that he said that whole time. I'm glad that it was about you."

She smiled and he kissed her lips. "Well, I'm happy that he said a nice thing about me."

She felt Wilbur shrug behind her and he sighed. "Yeah, well, we know one good thing that came out of tonight."

"Yeah? What's that?" she asked, genuinely curious as to what his answer would be.

"I never have to go back there again," he stated.

Kolbie laughed and shook her head. "You're right; I will never send you to your own personal hell again."

"Promise?" he asked quietly, almost like he was a child.

"I promise." She leaned over and kissed him effectively sealing their agreement.