A/N- Alright first off...cred where cred is due...the Time Pause 3000 belongs to Robin aka doodlegirll! One of the best inventions EVER! Secondly, the most I know of Catholicism is from when I was little and attended mass with my Grandma. I just figured, Italian and Roman Catholic was a pretty good fit. The 14 twice as 7 thing...purely something that came to my imagination once and I thought it could fit in here.


Makings of Another Believer

"So uh, how long do you think she's gonna keep this up?" Wilbur asked his dad as he stared at a clock. "She's been laughing for almost five minutes now."

"Well, there was this one time...let's just say she left my house laughing and when I called her at home after dinner, she was still laughing."

"Wow, I never would have guessed her to be the jolly type. I mean, where's the karate chopping lady that strikes fear into the hearts of everyone but me?" Wilbur saw his dad raise an eyebrow. "Okay, okay. Me too."

"Wilbur, I think this is one of the reasons I, you know," Lewis hummed a small piece of the wedding march very softly. He then smiled and looked at Franny, "She's a girl of many sides."

"Yeah, well glad she's your gal and not mine. Personally I think she's cra…" Lewis put a hand over Wilbur's mouth.

"Never talk about your mot- I mean, her that way," Lewis put his finger in his future son's face warningly.

"Alright, alright, chill. So, at least now we don't have to worry about her actually believing us and how that might alter the future."

Franny finally stopped laughing, "You're still going on as if it's true? Lewis, I knew that your friend here was a little strange, but why would you believe him?"

"Let it go," Lewis said knowingly to Wilbur before answering Franny. "You know that I live my life for scientific breakthrough. Listen, Franny, it may seem insane right now, but time travel is possible. Someday the secrets will be unlocked. I would never lie to you, Franny."

"Not intentionally anyways," Wilbur interrupted, spoiling the moment.

"So you really want me to believe that pointy haired boy here is your son, and not just your son, your son from the future?"

"Look, he's got a gadget so technologically advanced, he has to be from the future," Lewis thought that maybe Franny needed visual proof. "Show her, Wilbur."

"Do I have to?" There was a look in Lewis's eyes that left no room for arguing. "Fine." Wilbur huffed and pushed the button on his belt, causing him to vanish before their eyes.

"Huh?!" Franny panicked a little and moved closer to Lewis, just a little bit scared. Suddenly, she felt something tapping on her shoulder. She turned around to see that it was Wilbur. "Ahhh!" She jumped and flung herself behind Lewis. "How did you do that?"

"It's an invention that Lewis here, my dad, is going to invent someday. Now do you believe us, whether you should really know the truth or not?"

"Hmm," Franny placed her hands on her hips, a move that would someday become almost signature for her. "Well, how do I know that Lewis didn't already invent that thingyma-whatever and this is all just a big mean nasty prank?"

"Alright, alright, it's a prank. You caught us. She caught us, Lewis."

"Wilbur!" Lewis looked at his son angrily, but was answered by a shove from Wilbur over to another spot further away from Franny's listening distance.

"Don't you get it?" Wilbur whispered. "She doesn't believe us. Don't try to convince her anymore. It could mess things up."

Lewis didn't respond immediately. It was obvious that he was actually giving Wilbur's words some thought. "No, Wilbur. I think we should show her."

"Show her? What do you mean show her? You mean the future!?" Wilbur became panicky. "Listen, I came back to take you to the future to help me fix something. I didn't think I was going to have to bring little miss tag along too! Think of the consequences!"

"I have, Wilbur. I could hardly believe it when I learned you were my son, but everything turned out fine. I ended up with a best friend who's going to still be there someday when I grow up."

"Dad, that's actually really nice and all, but I know you're trying to play my ego to get me to go along with this. I still see no good reason for dragging her along with us."

"I'm tired of being the only one who knows, Wilbur. Every time I look at her, even when I think she's the most, uh, unusual girl in the world, I think wow, someday she's going to be my wife. Someday she's going to be everything in the world to me. Someday…"

"Okay, okay I get the point," Wilbur said quickly. "There are some things that a guy should not share with his son."

"I'm just saying I do want to share that feeling. If I have this chance to tell her then maybe it was supposed to happen this way. Please, Wilbur."

"Right, so I'm not allowed to use the time machine whenever I want, but when you ask to use it for something that could clearly be a threat to the time stream, I'm supposed to just give right in and let you have your way," Wilbur asked, completely ignoring the sincerity in his father's plea.

"Do I need to remind you who built the time machine in the first place?"

"Hey, none of that! You haven't technically invented it yet, so, so, so…okay, fine, you win. We'll bring her along. Happy now?" Lewis shook his head 'yes' and tried to give his son a hug, but Wilbur crossed his arms in defiance. "Just go get her and let's get back."

"Franny, if we could take you to the future and show you, would you finally believe us?"

"Duh, Lewis. I might be stubborn, but I'm not that stubborn. I think I would know the difference between now and the future."

"Alright, then. Come with us," Lewis quickly walked out of the lab and outside, followed by Wilbur who, after first setting in place the Time Pause 3000, walked at about a snail's pace and finally by Franny who was a little nervous about the whole scenario. "Okay, Wilbur, where did you park…" Lewis ran smack into something. "Never mind."

Wilbur stifled a laugh as he turned off the invisi-shield, just as Franny was out the door. Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. "What is that?!"

"Hello, have you heard nothing my dad has been telling you? It's the time machine," Wilbur was becoming very annoyed with Franny. Of course, another look from Lewis let him know that he would just have to deal with it. "Alright, all aboard. Next stop, the year 2037."

Wilbur climbed into the driver's seat, followed by Lewis who climbed into the back. Lewis turned to see the look of hesitation Franny wore. She was still standing on the ground, unsure of whether she wanted to find out if Lewis and Wilbur were telling the truth. "Do you trust me?" Lewis held out his hand, melting away any doubt she still had.

"Yes," she grabbed his hand and he pulled her into the time machine. Of course, Lewis wasn't nearly as strong as he wished he could be, and it caused Franny and him to stumble over.

"Okay, this is already awkward enough. Both of you in the seat, 6 inches apart. Do you got that?" Wilbur looked at them both as they brushed themselves off, both a little red in the face.

"I thought you were his dad," Franny whispered playfully.

"I heard that. Whispering requires a space closer than 6 inches young lady," now Wilbur was just purposely trying to irritate his dad.

"Just go," Lewis sighed, proving that Wilbur was succeeding.

"To the future," Wilbur exclaimed.

"Wait, you said the year 2037? I'll be old! Will we change on the way, or will we still be teenagers? Will we see our future selves? Who do I end up marrying? How many kids do I have?" Franny was suddenly full of questions. It seemed as though she finally believed time travel was possible and she was more than anxious to see the future.

--Time Machine in the Future--

"Do I become a famous musician?" Franny had asked nonstop questions the entire way, only stopping every now and then to gape in awe at her futuristic surroundings.

"That's it! Put a sock in it, Franny or I'll do it for you!" Wilbur had taken all the constant chattering and questions he could handle. He landed the time machine in the garage and quickly opened the hatch, desperate for freedom from being closed in with his mom's former self.

"Wow, Lewis, you're son is sort of rude," Franny said, taken aback.

"Well, he doesn't get it from me that's for sure," Lewis had a feeling his son would never grow up.

"Careful, Lewis. Once she finds out, she'll figure out why that's an insult," Wilbur warned, but in a way that sounded like he would be all too eager to be the one to make that happen.

"Wilbur!" Lewis wasn't ready for Franny to find out just yet. He wanted her to figure it out somehow on her own. He wanted it to be a surprise that would strike her just like the first time he had learned the shocking truth thanks to his friend Goob. To have finally made the connection was something he would definitely never forget.

"Come on! I want to see what your house looks like in the future, Lewis!!" Franny jumped up and down excitedly, acting much younger than she really was.

"Where to first?" Lewis looked at Wilbur for suggestions, glad that this tour wasn't going to be led by his father's old self.

"Well, I would say she could meet Carl, but, uh…" Wilbur scratched the back of his neck out of nervous guilt.

"I'm guessing that's why you needed me," Lewis asked as Wilbur hunched his shoulders in defeat and led them to the travel tube that would hopefully lead them to his room. Wilbur stood under it first and with a sudden swoosh was gone.

"What is that thing?" Franny eyed it worriedly.

"It's a travel tube. I invented it to cut down on the time it takes to walk around this ginormous house. Or as a way for Wilbur to escape his mom's wrath in a hurry," Lewis winked at Franny, who was still too worried about what it would feel like to go through the huge suction tube.

"Can't we just walk?"

"Come on, Franny, it's not that bad. It's actually fun once you get used to it," Lewis grabbed her hand and led her over to it. She threw her arms around him and clung to him tightly. Lewis gulped a bit before they both stepped underneath the tube. With another swoosh they found themselves landing in Wilbur's room.

"Wow, that was fun! Let's do it again!" Franny exclaimed.

"Uh, maybe later," Lewis was still somewhat uncomfortable being that close to Franny. He quickly glanced around looking for Wilbur. He spotted him standing, head in hands, beside something lying on the floor. He suddenly realized what it was. "What did you do to him!?" Lewis ran over as fast as he could to the lifeless Carl. "You killed him!?"

"No. I mean, you can't really kill a robot now can you? Can you?!"

"Well, yes, no. I don't know. I think you could probably destroy it beyond repair."

"Wait, this kind of looks like the robot you've been working on forever now, Lewis," Franny made the connection as she joined them in looking at the poor robot. "Wilbur, you are one horribly behaved boy, do you know that?"

"Yeah, I've heard it said a couple of times. My mom in particular has said it. So, Lewis, can you fix him?"

"Fix him? No I can't fix him, Wilbur. I can't even get his latest prototype to work! I'm just not that advanced yet."

"Well, all you have to do is take a look at the blueprints and you'll know for sure what has to be done."

"I'm sorry, Wilbur, but I just can't do it. I think you should just tell your dad and be done with it. Think of Carl."

"I did tell you," Wilbur tried to play the 'but you are my dad' card, but he could see it wasn't working.

"You wasted your time bringing me here, I can't fix him."

"Can't, can't, can't. Is that the only word you know? What happened to those other three words you love to tout about so much?"

"Wilbur, I'm warning you, if you even dare say those…"

"Keep moving forward," Wilbur said anyways, causing Lewis to let out an agitated cry.

"Wow, you two really are related. Now you know how I feel, Lewis," Franny remarked, referring to earlier back in the past.

"Lewis, can't you at least try? I mean, you don't have to give me any guarantees. Please, just try once, and if you mess up, I promise I'll call…call! Oh no! Oh no!" Wilbur sprinted out his door.

"Now what?" Lewis decided it best to follow Wilbur.

"No offense, but have you ever thought about taking parenting classes?" Franny asked as she went along with Lewis to find Wilbur.

They found him messing with the television. "What are you doing?" Lewis asked first.

"Checking for phone messages."

"On your television?"

"Yes, it also acts as a picture phone, now quiet." He saw a message was waiting from his mom. He immediately pushed play, fearing the worst.

"Wilbur? Wilbur, sweetie? Are you feeling better? Are you sleeping? Wilbur," Franny appeared on the screen. She proceeded to try to "wake" Wilbur, who she had still been under the assumption was sick. After awhile she gave up and the last thing heard was her calling for Cornelius who apparently was somewhere offscreen.

"Oh no! I'm so dead! Mom's going to tell dad and she's going to send him back here after me, I just know it! And then he's going to find Carl, and then I'm going to be beyond grounded! We're talking six feet beyond!"

"Well, then, I suggest you try calling them back, see if it's not too late to make up some kind of an excuse, and then I'll get started on trying to fix Carl. But remember, if I can't do it the first time, you are telling them the truth, do you hear me?" Lewis asked in a paternal tone.

"Yeah, I hear you," Wilbur mumbled, about to push redial.

"Come on, Franny, we shouldn't be in view when Wilbur talks to Cornelius or his, uh, mom."

"Oh, yeah, okay," Franny said, a little disenchanted.

"What's wrong?" Lewis wondered if Franny had realized that the woman on the screen was her older self.

"Nothing. It's nothing important," she answered in a tone that didn't sound like it was just nothing.