A/N: I know it’s been three months, trust me, I know. But inspiration hit me last night and I finished it up in about three hours. :) I don’t own anything except my OCs, Morgan belongs to Mi Mi, and -bad imitation of the Joker- here… we… go!

In was in those terrifying next few minutes that an idea struck me. I had no idea where I was going. That horrid sinking feeling overcame me. Where was I supposed to go?

No one was going to believe me. Yeah, maybe my family name was famous, but who was going to take the words of little Lela Robinson to heart, right after she had been sent off to boarding school for pulling yet another prank?

Prestin Lake. That was it! I could go down there and get anything I needed. All the information would be down there and I knew that place like the back of my hand…

…Sort of. Okay, so it wasn’t one of my best plans. One of my worst, probably. But it was my only choice! It was all I could do… and I had to do something. To save my family. To save myself.

To save the world.

All I could think was this was so not going to turn out well.

I watched the cities and towns underneath pass by, oblivious to the plans of a wacko scientist and the eleven-year-old who was trying to stop him. The eleven-year-old who lost the support of her family. My brother. My father. My mother. I had an adoptive brother who I had never met, expect for the fact that he had tried to kill me and my brother and destroy the future… but that wasn’t really what I wanted to think about right now. And my adoptive niece, who probably hated my guts more than I hated her. She was the one who made this all happen. It had been her fault my life had gone down the drain.

And just when I had asked her to help me fix it, she had played it clueless.

I was on my own.

“Destination reached,” the woman’s computerized voice said over the loud speaker, interrupting my pity-daymare. The hovercar landed gently outside of PLA. Almost immediately I scrambled for the Invisi-Shield, not wanting to be seen by anyone. Media would be stampeding for pictures if I was caught disobeying again. Life had been too hectic already.

Luckily, the hovercar’s autopilot had parked me directly in the view of the Research Room. I skittered across the grass, wishing I could have thought to bring the new ring that could make a person completely vanish from view… but then I remembered that invention still had a few kinks to work out. Like how to become visible again.

Lying low would have do for now.

I sighed wistfully, and made my way toward the lab. A chill went up my spine. I felt like some sort of super spy getting top secret information for base. I had to infiltrate, steal, and get out without my identity being blown. I suddenly remembered an old movie that had been a remake when my dad was a kid. I was Agent 99, and… well, I guess I didn’t really need an Agent 86 to mess up what I was doing.

Anyway! I was getting sidetracked. All I needed to do was get into the Research Room, snag the info, figure out what was wrong… and, um, save the world in the process. Great. I think this was why superheroes who saved the world consisted of strong, brave men in their late twenties - not little eleven-year-olds who still had an 8:30 bedtime.

I peered into the window of the Research Room, praying that no one was in there. But, of course, the shades were down and I couldn’t see a thing. I was just going to have to risk it. I reached over and shook the handle, testing to see if it was locked. Yup.

Grinning, I tugged a bobby pin from my bangs, opened it, and began to pick the lock. I loved that even my father’s technology could be stopped by such a simple, old-fashioned object. It was like he wanted me to break into places and get in trouble or something.

Click. I was in. I kicked it open with my foot and stepped inside casually. But what I saw wasn’t what I was expecting.

“Hello, Miss Robinson. I’ve been waiting for you to show up. You were about to miss my big show. Arthur, if you would…”

Two hands gripped my arms from behind and locked them behind me as I struggled to break free. Holding the exact pair of Tech Teachers my father had tried on not even twenty-four hours ago, Headmistress Carlisle plugged them into one of the larger computers. I gaped, kicking and screaming as Mr. Larson dragged me forcefully over to one of the chairs.

“You!” I cried, smacking Larson in the throat, but staring directly at Carlisle. Larson’s grip did not loosen. “It was you all along!”

“Very observant, my dear,” she drawled. Larson threw me forcefully back into a wooden chair, tying me down immediately. “If only you had figured it out earlier… Larson nearly gave me away. But I just used him as my scapegoat and led you on.”

So… it had never been Larson. All my suspicions… gone.

“But, then, why is he here? Why is he a part in this if you were the one who was behind it the whole time?”

Carlisle clicked her tongue. “You don’t know? Really? I guess you aren’t as smart as we thought. But… I’ll tell you. You’ll be dead soon anyway, so it won’t matter.”

Ice rammed its way into my chest. They were going to kill me. Kill me. Why the heck hadn’t I thought of something like this happening before? Someone was going to try and take over the world, and all I thought about was getting some stupid information to help me?! I didn’t even think to bring any of my father’s inventions to help me at all!

“Don’t you remember that paper you found digging around in your father’s lab?” Carlisle asked bitterly, completely ignoring the fact that I was seconds away from hyperventilation. “The robotics test paper. Arthur was the head of the robotics lab until his final experiment blew up and Robinson gave him another job. But no. It wasn’t enough. The damage from the last explosion had been too much - and he found me and came to me for help.”

ABORT ALL EXPERIMENTS, WILL RECEIVE HELP

The smile on Carlisle’s face grew when she saw the realization on my face. “Yes, yes. I fixed him all right. But, I knew I needed someone to help me get those stupid time machines. So I gave him a little something extra - a chip that let me control him. It was only lucky he was appointed the head of the Time Management right after I helped him. And I knew it would all turn out perfectly after that.”

So Mr. Larson was just a pawn in this all. He had no say over anything… he probably didn’t even know what was going on. It was Dor-15 and Bowler Hat Guy all over again. I silently begged for, this time, it not to turn out with any new relatives.

“Then what did I hear back in Todayland?” I demanded, and Carlisle merely chuckled. Why would Larson say such things if he had nothing to do with this?

“Just something to delay you, sweetie. A little electronic setup made just for you. Only you could enter, only you could get out. Wouldn’t it just be stupid to tell you that outright? We needed you here because you were the only one who could stop us. Weren’t you wondering why Larson didn’t chase you outside? It certainly would have been easy enough…”

I stopped, sinking farther back into the chair. Horror sunk deeper into my stomach because she was right. Who would be clueless enough to drop all those hints (like ‘tonight, the world will be ours’) and not expect to be followed?

“How was I the only one able to stop you? Morgan had you more figured out than I did!” Which was totally true. It was why she was at Prestin, why she sounded so desperate, why she had wanted to my help… I wondered then if she knew I was supposedly the only one who could stop them.

“You were, for some reason, impervious to the Tech Teachers when you went to school here. It was why you were sent to this school. I myself made sure that you would be transferred here - you just made it easier on me by getting expelled. I wanted the time travel secrets for myself. But you had to go and… ruin the fun! The Tech Teachers did nothing to you, so I had to pull out Plan B - get it from Cornelius Robinson himself. Larson set up that little explosion and fire in his lab. You weren’t supposed to survive.”

I stared at her, wide-eyed. Everything now made sense. Why Tech Teachers never seemed to teach me anything in the first place, why it had made no sense when Dad was pulled out to go and fix the ‘broken’ Tech Teachers which I knew had never been broken in the first place, why the fire had happened so suddenly, why I was the last one out, why none of the documents could be restored…

My dad would had to have come here to get the papers and ‘fix’ the Tech Teachers. It was all a big trap.

“And little Candy,” she continued distastefully, “may have realized what was happened, but right before you left for your house, I ordered Arthur to erase her memory. Tech Teachers will do the job every time. She obviously wasn’t resistant to the effects.” That horrible grin paralyzed me for another good five minutes. That explained why Morgan had brushed me off so easily before I left.

“So you will sit here and watch your world come crashing down around you.”

And that was that.

I watched the monitors download every time machine measurement, material, and all of the information needed. Carlisle really was going to go through with this. At least I had changed the codes to the garage, so they would have to construct a time machine.

But that only gave me about one extra day, thanks to all the technology they had stored away here. Only one extra day to live. This was not making me feel any better. At all. I whimpered softly and looked down at the rope around my waist, and at the other fours pieces, tying my hands and legs to the arms and feet of the chair.

You know people say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes, right? That’s exactly what happened to me right then. But because I was eleven and all, it didn’t take very long. I saw my parents. I saw Wilbur. I saw my whole family. I saw Lewis. School. Stunts. The times machines. Morgan.

I wouldn’t get to say goodbye to anyone.

It was then that I started thinking about the harsher details. When would they find me? How would they react? Would they even react? if the world had already been taken over, who was to say that they weren’t going to be controlled like some mindless zombies? My stomach lurched uneasily. I didn’t need to know. I was going to take what the future gave me head on and there would be no stopping me.

For now, I would have to let the future surprise me.

Something moved at the window between the shades, snapping me out of my shock. A flash of black. A flash of red. Casting my gaze briefly over to Larson and Carlisle, I noticed they were way too busy to know what I was doing. I leaned forward in the chair as far as I could and looked through the small crack in the window. My heart caught in my throat as Morgan gently pressed a finger to her lips and I could have sworn Wilbur smiled encouragingly. I barely made out what he mouthed to me.

“Just wait. We’re gonna help.” The relief rushed through me and I settled back into the chair.

Just in time, I had my life back.

…Unless Carlisle took it first.

A/N: If you caught the ‘Get Smart’ and ‘Incredibles’ references in there, you get a cookie! And if you review, you get an extra cookie! (Wow, that sounds lame…) Anyways, please review!