Teen Wolf Lab Rats Crossover
Prologue
Skylar McCall sat still as the family she had grown to love let her in on the little secret they had kept hidden for years. The Davenports, a family who was well known to be rich, had been her closest friends when she first started school at Mission Creek High School. "You're bionic!" she exclaimed.
The man of the house, Donald Davenport, interrupted her. "Actually...only Adam, Bree and Chase are." He clarified.
Skylar nodded and looked at her current boyfriend, Chase Davenport. "Why are you telling me this?" she asked. Chase sat next to her on the couch, holding her hand.
"You're family to us, Skylar and we don't keep secrets as a family." Chase answered and with that Skylar put on a fake smile. We don't keep secrets as a family echoed in her mind.
'Yeah, right. If they knew my secret, they would run away from me or worse think I'm insane and send me somewhere to talk to someone. A therapist maybe or a mental hospital. No one believes werewolves are real and it needs to be kept that way. God knows what Chase and the rest of his family would think if I did tell them the truth. They didn't need the danger even though they had super bionic abilities and went on highly classified and dangerous missions.'
"Does that mean I can't see you anymore?" she asked, innocently. "I promise I'll keep it a secret." She looked to the ground. "I don't want to be alone."
Chase smiled. "You won't be."
Bree put a reassuring hand on the dark haired Skylar's shoulder. "You're like a sister to me, Skye. You'll never be alone...ever again." That caused the young girl to smile.
"Yeah...now I can show you how much Chase sucks at being short." Adam laughed and Chase glared at him.
It made Skylar chuckle a little. "Adam...you already do show me how much Chase sucks at being short. I'm always the one who makes sure he's okay every time you toss him around. My poor baby always gets hurt." She puts her hand on Chase's cheek.
"Are you two set?" Tasha asked as Chase and Skylar put their things in the Skylar's truck.
Chase put the last of his duffel bag at the back. "Yeah, all set, Tasha." He smiled.
"Well, have fun, you two." Tasha hugged Chase and then moved on to Skylar.
"We will." Skylar said as she hugged Tasha who was like a second mother to her. She also got a hug from Adam, Bree and Leo.
"I'm going to miss you so much, Bestie!" Bree exclaimed as she hugged the dark haired girl tight.
"Bree, Chase and I are only going this weekend. We'll be back Sunday night. Don't worry about it." Skylar chuckled.
Bree sighed. "I know but it's not fair. My brother always steals you away from me." She frowned.
"We'll have a sleepover after this weekend, I promise." Skylar reassured the brunette and her response was a squeak.
Adam squeezed Skylar in a huge hug and she had to ask him to let her go before she had trouble breathing. Leo's hug was a little more awkward. He wouldn't let go of Skylar and the dark haired girl had to roll her eyes at his embrace. He wasn't an expert on girls and although he had feelings for Janelle, a girl at school, it was rare for him on touching one.
"Leo, hands off my girl." Chase said, a little intimidated. When Leo finally let go, Chase glared at him as if to say 'Don't touch her. She's mine'
"So...Mr. Davenport, anything we should know about in the woods?" Skylar asked.
Davenport shook his head. "Well...if you find a half-eaten meat loaf that was me..." he said.
Chase furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm not even going to ask." He said.
Skylar laughed as she climbed in the truck and Chase went to the passenger side. Waving goodbye to Chase's family, she drove off. "I can't believe your dad actually let you go camping with me." Skylar smiled.
"I'm 16, I can do what I want." Chase countered.
{A/N: Seeing as Lab Rats has been shown for almost three years now, I figured Chase isn't 15 anymore}
Skylar was so excited. She and Chase were going to Mission Creek Meadows to camp for the first time. She used to camp a lot with her dad but when he turned into a selfish bastard she stopped going with him anywhere. God knows where he is right now. She didn't really care. If he wanted his daughter back, he was going to get some help and stop drinking. She didn't want any alcoholics in her life anymore.
When they arrived at the camping site, it was already getting dark. Skylar put sleeping bags at the back of her pickup truck so that she and Chase didn't have to sleep on the dirty ground. Chase was getting a fire going and she wondered for the millionth time why he was with her.
In her home town, Beacon Hills, she was the loser, the loner, the girl who's over protective brother was in the lacrosse team. The last thing she ever heard from her brother was that he had made it first line in his lacrosse team and she knew why that came to be.
Chase looked back at Skylar and smiled. He had finally put up a fire. "Fire's ready." He called.
She wrapped her arms around herself as she took out her bag of marshmallows, biscuits and chocolate. Skylar sat next to Chase.
"Have you ever tried a s'more?" she asked and Chase shook his head. Skylar smiled. "Great! You're trying one."
Putting a stick through a marshmallow she put the marshmallow close enough to the fire. When the marshmallow was ready she squeezed it out of the stick, put the chocolate on top and then sandwiched it with the biscuits.
"Try it!"she urged Chase as she held it out to him. Chase took a bite and Skylar could see his eyes light up.
"Woah...this is amazing, Skye!" he exclaimed and she grinned, happy that he was enjoying his first s'more.
She remembered having her first smore. It was with her dad, mom and brother. She was five and they had camped outside of their house since her mother didn't really like the outdoors very much. The s'mores had her hyper for hours.
When she and Chase were quickly finishing their supplies of s'mores, a rustling sound made the couple jump. "What was that?" Skylar asked as she moved closer to Chase.
Chase wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "I don't know."
A howl came from deep in the woods and Skylar recognized that howl. It was so familiar but she didn't know who made that sound. Skylar, regretting ever bringing Chase here, packed everything up.
"Chase, we're leaving." She told him.
Chase walked to her. "Why, Skylar?" he asked. "It's probably just a wolf."
"Yeah, a wolf," Skylar gulped. "That's why we need to get out of here."
Chase raised his eyebrows. "Wait a minute, you're scared of wolves?" he asked.
Skylar shook her head. "No, I'm not. Can you just get in the truck, please?" she asked.
With his super bionic hearing, Chase heard a faint groan. A plea, more like, begging for help. "Someone's out there...he needs our help. Quick, Skye, get the flashlight." Chase said as he ran into the woods.
"It's probably nothing." Skylar panicked. "Chase, come back!" she called after her boyfriend.
Another rustling was heard and Skylar looked around her for the source. "Who's there?" she asked. "Come out so I can see you!"
Without thinking about it, she grabbed the flashlight and ran for her life, hoping she could find Chase. With her werewolf senses, she followed his scent. "Chase! Chase!" Down on all fours she ran faster than her two legs could.
A scream. Not just any scream. A horrified scream that sounded like Chase Davenport's. Skylar ran faster as Chase's scent started fading away. She could already hear her boyfriend's screaming and ran to the source. 'Please be okay, please be okay.' She begged. The screaming stopped but she knew where he was now.
Skylar's POV
When I finally spotted Chase's body on the ground, I phased out of my werewolf form and ran with my two legs instead of all fours. I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Oh my gods, Chasey, I thought something bad happened to you."
Chase let out a groan. "Skye?" He looked uncertain when he looked at me.
I burst into tears. His skin was so cold and pale. I mentally slapped myself for letting him go to the woods alone. I was a terrible girlfriend. "What's wrong, baby? Talk to me." I cried.
He looked down at his arm that he was cradling and then I saw the bite. It was a werewolf bite. I gasped as I backed away from him. I wanted to cry even more. If he wasn't going to turn he was going to die. I didn't know what to do.
"Skye...what's happening to me?" he asked in a whispered tone.
I slowly crawled to him and stroked his face. "Don't worry, Chasey, I'll take good care of you." With my werewolf strength I was able to carry Chase back to the truck.
I took out the first aid kit and tended to his wounds. I couldn't help but feel responsible for what was happening to him. I knew he was brave and strong but what if he dies in my hands. I would never forgive myself.
Once he was all cleaned up I packed everything into my truck and headed to the Davenport's house. It was close to midnight and the Davenports were sleeping. I snuck into Chase's room to get a few of his clothes and came back to the truck.
It was going to be a long night. I drove to the only place I knew where someone could help him. I drove back to my home town. Beacon Hills.
{A/N: Hey, I hope you guys like this crossover fanfiction. I worked really hard today just to post this prologue. Comment, favorite and please tell me what I could do better or what you want me to put in this story. I'm open to suggestions}
