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This story takes place when Cornelius and Franny are in their late teens. At this point, as you can probably imagine, they're very good friends (after all, most scientists don't allow singing frogs in their labs, never mind the classes for said frogs). Franny has her own little counter for frog training/gene altering/conducting, since frogs are not known for being careful around the multitude of fragile things on Cornelius's counter.

"Here, you better put this on," Cornelius said, handing Franny goggles. By now she knew better than to ask why; instead she put down her baton and took the goggles. As she pulled them over her face and, making sure her frogs were in a safe place, backed away, Cornelius turned back to his machine.
"Are you ready?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.
"Yep!" Franny replied cheerily, saluting him jokingly.
"Alright then…" he mumbled tentatively, turning the knob.

When the smoke cleared, Cornelius opened his eyes and removed his arms from his face. Realizing how bad the explosion had been –everything he could see was in chaos- he rolled over and looked towards the spot Franny had been standing.
"Franny!" he yelled when he didn't see her. Scrambling to his knees (it was still too smoky to stand up) he crawled towards her counter and called her name again.
"Cornelius!" she cried, trying to shift the countertop covering her.
"Franny! Oh Franny, you're alright!" Cornelius gasped, exhaling his unconsciously-held breath. Walking towards her on his knees, he quickly got the wood off her and pulled her upright.
"Oh Franny, I was worried!" he gabbled, throwing his arms around her.
"Are you alright? Were you hurt?" Franny gabbled back, pulling away from him a bit and cradling his face in her hands. As her worried eyes scanned his face he chattered on: "Is anything broken? Did anything hit you?"
Smiling at him softly, she whispered, "I'm fine."
"Oh thank goodness," Cornelius breathed, pulling her back into his arms and pressing a kiss to her temple. As soon as he realized he'd done this he froze, but she gently pulled back a little so she could look into his eyes. Smiling at him, she kissed him tenderly.
Climbing the lab's stairs to see what all the explosions were about, Lucille paused and smiled at the young couple. This was certainly one time failure was better than success.