Back to The Future!

Time Machine

A/N Can I just say thank you so much for 1.2k reads?! Like wow. I'm honestly surprised that anyone actually reads my crap, especially since my update schedule is...lacking at best.... Anyway, thank you so much, all those who are showing so much support and leaving lovely messages on my stories, it really means a lot x

Be still my heart, thought Wilbur as he raced after Violet. He'd never seen this side to her, and was so thankful that she'd opened up to him. She was giggling, pulling his arm along as she darted down his corridors. She clearly didn't know where she as going - he didn't either; both giddy from escaping the family's questions and elated and the thought of doing something he'd probably regret later. He wondered how long it would be until his mum realized they were missing and called after him, but they had a good five minute head start, and he was pretty sure they could outrun the majority of his kin. Speaking of which, where did Violet learn to run this fast? She was like a rocket! He'd never admit it out loud - his pride would be demolished - but she may be faster than him.

"Where are you going?" he called out, and Violet turned, whipping her hair around her face as she kept running, never missing a beat. "I don't know! I was sort of hoping you'd take the lead, but you haven't managed to catch me up!"

That was it. Wilbur strained forward and sprinted with all of his speed (grateful his cowlick gave him a streamlined position) as he shot forward like a bullet. Haters would say Violet slowed down deliberately, but then again they're called haters for a reason, so don't listen to them. He came face to face to her, and shouted (not really necessary, as they were nose to nose) "I know somewhere pretty cool! Follow me!" Since Violet didn't really have anywhere to go herself, she did.

"Wait which way?"

"Keep moving forward!!!" (I couldn't help myself - it's the Robinson family motto)

Soon the two of them found themselves in a large room, filled with all sorts of inventions under huge glass domes. Violet turned to gaze at one particularly small one. It was about the size of a Starburst, in an enormous glass case larger than her - it seemed a little overkill. "What's this?" Wilbur appeared at her side.

"Five years ago, Dad wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He wants to build a time machine, so he starts working - "

"Wait a time machine!?" Violet gasps.

"That's what I said wasn't it? We're talking plans. We're talking scale models. We're talking prototypes."

"That's a prototype?" Violet answers, looking doubtfully at the small metal cube, all thoughts about a time-machine gone. He was probably making it up, she thought. but Wilbur wasn't done yet.

"The very first, or what's left of it."

"Yikes." Violet quipped.

"Yeah. Dark day at the Robinson house." Wilbur looked dramatically off into the distance, as if reliving the memory. Violet poked at his shoulder, as if to wake him up from his daydream - or nightmare. "Prototypes two and three, not much better." He adds, pointing to two other failed attempts, one looking like a broken red chair and the other resembling a UFO. "Number six, 58, 212, 485, 952, and they all end the same way." Wilbur points out to various other piles of junk, mourning them as if they were real people.

"But he doesn't give up. He keeps working and working until finally he gets it; the first working time machine." To this, Wilbur reveals a shiny red oval machine, with a large glass window, and balancing on four tiny wheels. It has wings that, in comparison to its body, makes it look like a red, over-sized bumblebee. Violet's jaw dropped open. Surely not. Slowly at first, she begins to take step after step forward, hands reaching out as if in a trance. Sure, I've seen advanced tech before but nothing like this! A time machine...wow. Then, as an afterthought, This would've been helpful in defeating Syndrome.

Wilbur, on the other hand, was just watching her. Sure, to a bystander it might've been a little creepy, but he couldn't shake the thought of how...completely and utterly complexed she looked. Like a kitten that's just discovered it's reflection in a mirror; confused, shocked and a little unsure of itself. She looked - adorable, was the first thing that came to mind, and he blushed hard at the weight of what he'd just said to himself. So caught up in this, he forgot that he probably shouldn't be showing his dad's most important invention to...well a girl from school. Even if she did make me blush.

"Does it work?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder. Wilbur started, waking up from his trance. "Oh, uh yes! Of course!" He regained his composure, and his pride. "He even made a second one!" he stated proudly, gesturing to a tiny blue machine in a little glass case.

Violet rose an eyebrow. "Kind of small."

"I'm assuming that's a joke. I'm ignoring you for time reasons. My mum could literally call us any second." I thought it was a time machine, thought Violet, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling, but said nothing.

"This, my friend, is merely a model because, unfortunately, time machine number two has been stolen."

"By who?" Asked Violet, surprised herself that she even cared. Cared more than she should.

"We don't know." Sighed Wilbur, running his hands through his hair, leaning on a glass case. He seemed to have aged within seconds, looking tired and downcast. Violet couldn't help but wonder if he blamed himself for its disappearance.

"Can we go on it?" She asked, already half-way there; desperate to break up the silence and get him to smile again. She didn't care if he said no - he probably would - she just wanted to take his mind off the second time machine.

"What?! No! I can't..I'm not allowed...it's too dangerous, and I don't actually know how to drive it." He mumbled the last bit, looking down as if admitting defeat.

Now Violet was invested.

"Are you sure that it actually works? Or are you pranking me?" taunted Violet, biding a reaction.

"Of course it works!" Spluttered Wilbur in indignace. "I just shouldn't mess around with it, that's all." There was a silence; you could've heard a pin drop. "But..that doesn't mean I won't."

Violet looked up, to see Wilbur grinning, like a child who's just discovered the cookie jar. His smile was infectious, and soon she was feeling just as mischievous as the top of the time machine opened up, and Wilbur held his arm out like a chauffeur. "Where to?" He asked, seemingly having found his thunder, as she settled down in one of the plush red seats. Watching him leap into the drivers seat, and rest his hands on the steering wheel; she placed her hand on her chin in mock contemplation.

"How about you decide, driver?" Wilbur smirked. He'd been waiting too long for this.

"The medieval era! Don't worry, it'll be fun." He added, when he saw Violet's face.

I'll hold you to that, thought Violet, as visions of the Black Death and plague swam around her mind. "Well, are you ready?" He asked, as she fastened her seat-belt.

"As I'll ever be."