Hiya, guys!

Well, I'm back with a new story! I know...didn't take long, huh:)

Well, let's just say I need something to occupy my time right now. I had to put my cat to sleep on Tuesday of this week, and I really, really need something to keep me busy. I know I'm going to be fine, because Junior isn't hurting anymore, but...it still hurts. Gotta keep moving forward:')

Anyway, like LLIAM before it, this story, too, has a theme song! I've already determined that Switchfoot's Dare You to Move is at least one of this story's theme songs, and when I find more, I'll let you know!

Also, I tried really hard to make this prologue cryptic, but I'm pretty sure I failed miserably...

Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Meet the Robinsons (though I will own the DVD in six days!!!) but I do own Krys, Anthony Wilson, Kevin Jones, Cleo Wilson, Cassie, Nickolas, and Jess. All others belong to Disney!


Then You Stand

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Chapter One: Prologue

The mysterious dark figure shuddered as it pulled its coat tighter around its body. The November night was cold, and snow fell swiftly onto the ground around the figure as though it were white lint clinging to black velvet. It was already quite a few inches deep, and it crunched softly under the figure's steady footsteps.

The figure's dark eyes scanned the land in front of it. They could see the large dome of the old Anderson Observatory from where they stood about a hundred yards away; the light inside illuminating the snow-laden ground around the house which the figure knew the Robinsons called their home.

The sudden vibration of the figure's cell phone caused them to stop, pulling the small, silver phone from their coat and flipped it open, causing a very bright, small light to come on. The figure pressed 'talk' and brought the phone to their ear.

"Hello?" The figure asked in a low voice, giving away that fact that it was a man in his early twenties at least, no younger than eighteen but no older than twenty five.

"Anthony, have you got the kid yet?" Another man asked from the other end of the phone.

"Naw," The figure, now identified as twenty three-year-old Anthony Wilson, said. "I'm not even at the house yet. Why?"

"Cousin Cleo's getting pretty anxious. She wants to know where the hay you are." The other man on the end said.

"Well tell Cle to cool it. I had to park the car and trek uphill, and I'm almost at the house now. It looks like the kid's still awake, and I don't think it's such a good idea to just break in while he's still awake and kidnap him." Anthony said.

The other man groaned. "I'll tell her, but she's not going to like that."

"She'll get over it." Anthony replied. He looked back at the house. The light in the observatory suddenly clicked off, and Anthony smiled. "And you can tell her the kid's gone to bed, it looks like. I'm going in."

"Alright, Tony." Anthony's companion said. "Be careful."

"Don't worry, Kevin, I know what I'm doing." Anthony said. "I'll call you once I have the kid."

"'Kay, Tony." Kevin said.

With that, Anthony shut off his phone and stuffed it back in his coat pocket, setting his sights on the house in front of him. Upon reaching it, his dark brown eyes scanned the area for a place to enter, finally spotting a trellis on the side of the house that led up to the glass of the observatory, and Anthony could see that the part of glass it led to was actually a glass panel, which could be opened and closed like a window, and Anthony found himself hoping it was unlocked as he began to climb the trellis, also hoping it would hold his weight.

It did, and much to Anthony's delight, he found the panel unlocked as well. Opening it, he poked his head inside the warm observatory he knew served as the Robinson kid's laboratory, and listened.

Silence.

Anthony grinned to himself as he pulled himself into the observatory, carefully closing the glass panel behind him. He turned and walked right past the many inventions the young inventor had already concocted, and headed straight for the door.

Anthony carefully set his hand on the doorknob, as if he expected it to suddenly fling open at his touch, and after a moment, he turned it, stepping out into the staircase that would take him to the hall, where he hoped he would find the Robinson kid's bedroom.

He began to creep down the stairs, not bothering to close the observatory door behind him. He took each step by step, quiet as a cat. He finally reached the bottom and again waited, making sure all was well and everyone was asleep.

As soon as he was sure, Anthony began to try and locate the boy's bedroom, opening each door silently and peeking in just a little. He found the boy's parents sleeping soundly in their room, his mother snoring softly and he carefully replaced the door in its latch.

The next door Anthony came to he knew had to be the boy's. He carefully opened the door and peeked inside, smiling when his gaze fell on his unsuspecting, sleeping target. Anthony opened the door just enough to where he could slip inside, then closed it to where it was only slightly ajar.

Anthony quickly removed a handkerchief from his back pocket as he slowly made his way towards the sleeping fourteen-year-old Lewis Robinson.

Lewis had, apparently, left his observatory and gone straight to bed, considering his glasses were still perched on his nose, and he was still in his clothes. It looked like he had fallen asleep where he fell, and he hadn't even bothered to kick off his shoes. Anthony nodded his approval at this; it made his job a whole heck of a lot easier.

Anthony finally made his way to the side of the kid's bed and watched him for a minute, making sure he wasn't going to wake up, his slow and steady breathing fogging the boy's glasses slightly.

Lewis, half conscious, must have felt Anthony's breath on his face, and his eyebrows knitted together from annoyance.

"Wilbur, if that's you, I don't know how you got in here, but you'd better – " Lewis said as he opened his eyes to find not his best friend and future son hovering above him, but a hooded, complete stranger. Lewis opened his mouth again to scream, but Anthony clamped his hand down hard on his mouth, pinning Lewis to the sheets of his bed.

Lewis's muffled screams behind Anthony's hand made Anthony stop to listen and make sure no one had heard the boy scream, and once he was sure they hadn't, he looked back at Lewis, who was writhing at the bed, trying to get away from his attacker.

"Shut up!" Anthony hissed. "Stop moving!"

Lewis stopped moving and screaming, due to surprise that Anthony had actually spoken. He looked at the man in front of him with wide eyes, wondering vaguely who he was and what he wanted with Lewis. Anthony listened for another minute or two, then said to Lewis,

"I'm going to let go of you. If you scream, I swear you'll regret it." He said.

Something from the way he said it made Lewis gulp and nod. Something inside him told him it was best to not try and fight this guy – after all, he was older and bigger than Lewis, and he was sure he was stronger, too. Anthony removed his hand from Lewis's mouth and dragged the boy off of his bed and forced him to stand.

"Who are you?" Lewis ventured to ask. "What do you want?"

Lewis's only answer was Anthony tying a gag around Lewis's mouth, between his teeth. The gag tasted bad, and Lewis suddenly knew what was going on: he was being kidnapped.

After Anthony was sure the gag was secure, he proceeded to take yet another large handkerchief from his back pocket and use it as a rope to tie the boy's wrists together. He tied it tightly, ensuring there was no way Lewis could get loose, and he hissed in Lewis's ear,

"Walk. Don't scream."

Lewis did as he was told and began to walk, with Anthony's hands clamped down on his wrists tightly, making sure he didn't try and escape. Anthony carefully opened the door again, poking his head into the hall and listening.

The only sound he heard was the soft hum of the heater below his feet.

Anthony shoved Lewis out the door and continued to force him to walk slowly and quietly down the hall, past Bud and Lucille Robinson's bedroom and various other rooms, towards the lab.

Just as they were almost to the lab, Anthony suddenly hit his foot on a table that stood against the wall and he let out a loud yelp of pain as he muttered curses under his breath.

"Cornelius?" Anthony froze at the sound of Lewis's mother's voice. "Is that you?"

Anthony listened carefully for a minute. He guessed she must be at her doorframe and not walking out in the hall, because he heard no footsteps. He turned to Lewis.

"I'm going to ungag you, but just long enough so you can answer her, got it?" He said. Lewis, eyes still wide with fear, nodded. "You scream and you'll regret it." Anthony threatened again and Lewis nodded. Anthony untied the gag from around the boy's mouth and Lewis spit and sputtered for a second.

"Cornelius?" Lucille asked again.

"Yeah, Mom?" Lewis asked, trying to keep his voice from trembling.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's alright, Mom. I just hit my foot on the table while on my way up to the lab. I forgot something up there."

"Oh, alright, sweetheart." Lucille said. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Mom." Lewis answered. "I-I love you." He added, trying to keep the tears back. He didn't know if this would be the last time he would ever talk to his mom, and he wanted her to know he loved her.

"I love you, too, son." Lucille said. "See you in the morning."

"Okay." Lewis said. "Night."

With that, Lewis and Anthony heard Lucille's door click shut, and after a moment, her snoring resumed. Anthony wasted no time tying the gag back around Lewis's mouth, and he pushed him towards the staircase. They cautiously started up the stairs again, and before too long, they were back in Lewis's lab.

Anthony shoved Lewis towards the glass panel, and, keeping one hand clamped down on Lewis's wrists, opened it.

"Swing out and jump." He commanded. Lewis hesitated for a moment, but then did as he was told and jumped from his window, landing with a heap in the cold snow with a muffled "oof!"

Before he knew it, Anthony was hauling him to his feet by his shirt and forcing him to walk through the snow-filled air towards the end of the hill where Lewis knew part of his driveway was located. He slipped and slid a few times in the wet snow, only to have Anthony haul him back to his feet quickly, forcing him to keep moving.

Finally, the two reached the road, and Lewis could vaguely make out a car on the cold, snow blanketed driveway. Anthony quickly opened the backseat of the car and shoved Lewis in. He slammed the door closed and climbed into the backseat. He immediately revved up the engine, having left the keys in the ignition for a fast getaway, and put the car in reverse. He slammed on the break, and the momentum of it pinned Lewis to the backseat.

Anthony quickly did a backwards U turn, then put the car in drive. He floored the gas pedal and Lewis was lucky he wasn't sent into the floorboards from the force of the thrust forward.

After a second, Lewis pushed himself up onto his knees as best he could (without the use of his hands) and looked out the back window. He watched as the house he called his home bounced out of view as Anthony drove downhill.

"Get down." Anthony hissed, looking in the rearview mirror. "And stay down."

Lewis, obviously not wanting to get on his kidnapper's bad side, did as he was told and laid down on his stomach in the backseat of the car.

Where is this guy taking me? Lewis thought. And more importantly, what does he want with me?

Anthony looked into his rearview mirror once again. "You might as well get some sleep, kid, and say goodbye to your little family back there. You won't be seeing mommy and daddy for a very long time."

Lewis tried to say something back, but once again, the gag prevented it.

Anthony paid no attention to Lewis's replies and flicked out his cell phone once again. He pressed a couple buttons and then put the phone up to his ear. Lewis listened intently from the backseat, trying to catch whatever he could from the conversation.

"Kevin? Hey, it's Anthony. I've got the kid. Tell Cleo we'll be in town in a couple of days." He paused a minute. "Yeah, Donna is waiting with the plane in town." He paused again. "Alright, Kev, talk to you later. Bye."

Anthony looked into the rearview mirror once more. "Take my word for it and get some sleep, kid." He said. "You're going to need it. You've got a long journey ahead of you."

With that, he turned his attention back to the road in front of him.

Lewis breathed in and out steadily, trying to keep himself calm. Somehow, he knew everything would be alright, and that Anthony was wrong and he would see him family a lot sooner than Anthony and his partners – Kevin, Cleo, and Donna – knew it. He didn't know how, but something inside him told him he would be rescued.

Lewis's mind wandered back to his parents back at home, and he felt a pang in his heart. He knew they would be worried about him, and would be frantic when they found him missing. They might think he ran away, not wanting to be a Robinson anymore after being one for a little over two years, and had decided to pursue his preteen dream of finding his real mother.

The mere thought of this brought tears to Lewis's eyes. No. He said to himself. They know you would never do something like that.

Lewis suddenly remembered something very important.

Anthony left the lab door and the window open! They'll come looking for me and find it open, and hopefully it won't snow enough to cover our footsteps. They'll know someone kidnapped me and they'll call for help!

But what if they can't find me? What will I do then? Lewis shook his head at the thought.

You will be found. He told himself. Have faith.

With that, Lewis closed his eyes and let himself fall into an uncomfortable sleep as the Robinson home finally faded into a tiny speck on the hills in the horizon.


Well? What do you think?

Um...I have a small problem. While I'm pretty sure I have a good idea as to what I want the reason for Lewis's kidnapping to be, I want hear your suggestions. If you have any ideas, lemme know! Why do you think this Cleo Wilson has had him kidnapped? Please tell me! I've got cookies!

Please review!

-Robi