Hello and welcome to my new story: Forgetting What I Can't Remember! I hope you'll enjoy the ride :)
Okay, so this story is obviously AU ;) And here's some quick facts you might need to know:
-Donald never married Tasha, so the lab rats never met Leo.
-They do however go to school.
-Leo and Tasha lives in another city.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats or any of its characters
Prologue:
She couldn't believe it.
Not even now when she stood by the grave could Bree believe it. She didn't want to, but she had to. Her little brother's name carved into the headstone in front of her forced her to. The tears flowed down her cheeks, slowly dripping onto her black dress. The cemetery was pretty much empty now. The funeral and burial was since long over. But her family didn't seem to be able to leave. Why would they go, anyway? What did they have to go home to? Everything and anything was just a painful reminder.
A painful reminder that he was gone. That Chase was gone.
She glanced at her father -cause no matter what Douglas would say, Mr. Davenport was her real father. And right now he was a mess. The tears were cascading from his red and puffy eyes like two big waterfalls. For once, he didn't care about his image. After all, why would he? Their world had fallen apart, it had come crashing down on them. Today, he had buried his youngest child, only fifteen years old. He had tried to be strong, be there for his remaining kids, but he couldn't. He couldn't keep up the image, couldn't keep up the act. When the others had left he had slumped to his knees. Defeat written all over him as the tears continued to flow and the sobs continued to rip painfully through his body.
He had failed. He was supposed to take care of them. He was supposed to keep them safe, even on missions. But he had failed. He had failed them. He had failed Chase.
Bree turned her attention to her older -and now only- brother as she couldn't take the helpless image of their father anymore. She could feel Adam's hand grip hers tightly, seeking support. As she looked at his face, which was a mirror of her own, he looked up from the terrible words on the terrible stone describing the terrible reality they now had to face. When his gaze met hers it was so pained, so desperate that she had to look away. So she buried her face in his chest and felt him wrap an arm around her shoulders. Though she knew he was still watching her with those sad eyes. She could feel them on her, she could feel them begging her. Begging her to make it all better again. To make this nightmare go away. To make their brother come back...
But she couldn't and he wouldn't. Not now, not ever.
At least he had gone down fighting. At least he had gone down a hero. Not that the world knew that. To the world, to everyone besides their little family, Chase had just been another teenage boy who had died tragically early. If only they had known how wrong they'd been... But they didn't, nor would they ever. Cause he was gone. Dead.
Chase was dead.
... Or so they thought. Cause unknown to them, just a few miles away, in a nearby city, Dr. Stuart McKenzie was doing his best to save his latest patient. A fifteen year old John Doe.
So, what do you think? Reviews are always appreciated :)
It's a little bit short, but it's only the prologue. The chapters will be longer ;)
(For anyone reading my other story, In Your Time Of Need, I'm actually working on the next part, hopefully it will be up in a few days :D Yay!)
Until next time! :) /Libra