Chapter 1: The Mess Up
In the Davenport household, Leo was famous for breaking almost everything that he touched. Every day, he would break a few items around the house and sometimes, Mr. Davenport's inventions. However, Leo never meant to break anything; it just happened. He blamed Mr. Davenport's lack of organization. He always had stuff placed randomly on the ground where somebody could trip and break it. For example, Leo had broken Mr. Davenport's guitar when he was merely walking in the lab. He had accidentally stepped on the poor thing, ruining the strings and breaking the wood in half. Fortunately, Leo was alone, so he hid the pieces behind the barrels in the lab.
However, today was different. Leo was doing his best to avoid any trouble, so he could get Mr. Davenport to let the Lab Rats cancel training tomorrow to see the football game. It was Leo's job to introduce them to the world, and what better way to do that than show American tradition. Plus, this was the most important and exciting game of the season. The Dingos were against their arch rivals. The skill level of the players on both teams were so close, nobody could guess the outcome. The game was intense, and Leo wanted his stepbrothers and stepsister to come along. This meant kissing up to his stepdad until after the Lab Rat's training, when Leo would ask Mr. Davenport in the lab.
Kissing up to Mr. Davenport was easy. The man simply told Leo to do things, and it would get done. Leo even walked carefully around the house to avoid breaking anything. Mr. Davenport needed juice? A glass was in his hand within a minute. He wanted Leo to overview a virus download? Leo watched it intently for him until the download was complete (while playing a game or four on his phone obviously).
Still, Leo worked hard to prepare Mr. Davenport for his question. The boy could only wonder whether he did well enough. However, Leo had no time worry. Bree looked like she was about to speed out of the lab. First, she needed to grab her phone though.
"Big D," Leo took a deep breath, "I was wondering if Adam, Bree, Chase, and I could go to the football game tomorrow."
Mr. Davenport sighed, finally realizing why Leo had been nice to him all day, "What time is it?"
Leo avoided the question, "It is open to everyone, and they need to experience the outside world. Plus, it will be super fun! Mom would say yes."
However, Mr. Davenport remained stern, "Leo, what time is the game?"
The boy gulped as his voice squeaked a little, "It starts at 4:30."
"You know 4:30 is when training starts!" Mr. Davenport's tone grew angrier. "They cannot go. Krane and Douglas are both running free, and training is essential for success."
"I think a football game for be fun," Bree added into the conversation. She glanced at the phone in her hand, "I just texted Owen. He is coming too!"
Bree squealed, causing Chase to close his ears and complain, "Bree, quiet down!" which Bree only rolled her eyes to in return.
"I like football," Adam threw the football in his hand (Leo had no clue where Adam even got a football since Adam was empty handed only minutes ago.) at Leo.
As Leo caught the ball, he smiled, "They could do extra training in the weekend."
Mr. Davenport hesitated for a second, but before he could say anything, Chase intruded, "I am definitely not going to the game tomorrow. It is too loud and rowdy. Plus, it is only provoking the jocks to rule the school."
Bree and Leo both glared at Chase. Adam probably would have too if he was not entranced by the football in Leo's hands. Leo noticed Adam's interest in the football, and threw it back at him. Mr. Davenport looked deep in thought. Leo bit his lip impatient. The only sound in the room was Bree's fingers flying on her phone's keyboard.
Finally, Mr. Davenport sighed, "Fine, but I will drop you three. Also, you have to stay close together. No funny business! I mean it!"
Suddenly, Bree jumped out of her seat, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
With that, Bree ran out of the room with a suspicious Mr. Davenport hot on her tail. Chase also went up, seeing that he had time to finish next week's homework. That left Adam and Leo in the lab with a football.
"Catch!" Adam cried out.
However, Leo was too ecstatic to listen. Adam and Bree would lead him to the popular kids. The football team adored Adam's strength, and Bree had friends with contacts high on the popularity list. Leo was almost guaranteed to sit in the front row (where all the cool kids sit). This would raise his status from nerd, something Leo would do anything to do. It was like when Leo first brought the Lab Rats to school, and they helped him make the best basketball dunk in history.
Nevertheless, the football hit Leo in the stomach, and he flew backwards (Curse Adam's super strength!). He landed on the floor with his back barely hitting something behind him. There was a small cracking sound, and Leo grimaced. He could not break anything, not until after tomorrow. Leo glared at Adam who only smiled sheepishly and left the lab.
"Adam!" Leo called out, but the tall brunette had disappeared into the elevator.
When Leo got up and turned around, he freaked out. He would never forget that device anywhere. It was one of the reasons Mr. Davenport never really let him stay home alone anymore. The LEMP. The device was plugged in, but it was not lit up. Why was the LEMP even here anyway? Nevertheless,Leo exhaled reassuringly. Slowly, he took out the plug and hid the LEMP under a cover. The device was not in use so it should not activate.
Getting away from the crime scene, Leo ran out of the lab and onto the couch. He was finally away from the broken device. Nobody had proof it was him, and Adam was too stupid to testify. Leo felt safe. It was unplugged, and it never was on anyway. Nothing should happen.
In the kitchen, Mr. Davenport and Bree were arguing. However, when Leo hit the couch, Mr. Davenport immediately glanced in Leo's direction.
"You were in the lab alone?" Mr. Davenport asked. This could not be good.
Leo only gave an innocent smile and stated, "Yes, but I did not do anything."
He took a deep breath. Leo could only hope that Mr. Davenport never found out about the LEMP.