GUYYSS! I'm back with brand new story! So no, this isn't a third in the Saving Sloane series, but I hope you like this anyway :) This starts out right at the end of "You Posted What?!" Beside the fact that Victor Krane has to be so annoyingly crazy and create a million bionic soldiers. So that doesn't happen. Him and S-1 are in jail forever, the way it should be :). Also, Agent Graham lets Adam, Bree, and Chase go home and knows that he can't just make teenagers work for him...the way it should be :) Hahah, anyway, ENJOY
"The rumors you've been hearing . . . are true. There are bionic humans living among us. But, after a thorough investigation, I, Agent Graham, have determined, they are not to be feared. They are just like us," Agent Graham opens the press conference. Just recently, a viral video of Adam, Bree, and Chase Davenport quickly surfaced. The video was shown on news channels worldwide and shared all over the internet. The Davenport's bionic secret, is officially out.
Chase steps up to the podium and stands behind the microphones, the flashing cameras, the audience with him in the room, and nearly the whole world tuning in on TV. He takes a deep breath, ready to share what he and his family have been hiding their whole lives. "Hi, I'm Chase. This is my brother Adam, and my sister Bree. And yes, we are bionic super humans. For years we've been going on top secret missions."
"Yeah, remember that runaway train full of naclonium that almost blew up Welkerville? That was us," says his brother, Adam. A gasp escapes from the audience.
"No, no, no, uh, we didn't cause it, we stopped it," Chase intervenes with a chuckle, hushing the crowd.
Bree moves in front of Chase to speak herself. "You didn't know about these missions because we weren't sure if the world was ready for us. But, now that our secret's out—" Bree is interrupted and shoved aside by Adam.
"Let's get to know me! I enjoy long walks on the beach, eating stuff, and punching this guy," he says with a smile on his face, giving Chase a good punch in his chest.
Chase replies with a grunt and a punch back, although it's more like a painless flick to Adam. "Why do you always do that?" he complains.
"Were you not listening? It's what I like to do," Adam says in response.
With that, Chase can't hold himself back as he gives Adam another punch, followed by Adam doing the same. They start going at it right then and there, on live television. Agent Graham tries to break it up, only to get entangled in it.
"So, any questions?" Bree asks over the fighting going on behind her.
The press conference ends soon enough, and Adam, Bree, Chase, and Mr. Davenport make their way behind the curtains.
"Well, that went well," says Mr. Davenport with a laugh, thinking of the scrap Adam and Chase just got in to. "Alright guys, get ready. As soon as you walk out that door, your lives are going to change forever." Adam, Bree and Chase all breathe out, taking everything in. What's really happened is finally starting to hit them. "It's about time you guys got credit for all the good that you do."
"Thank you, Mr. Davenport," Chase says with a smile. He puts his hand on Davenport's shoulder. "But we'll always be a four person team." Mr. Davenport smiles in return.
"Oh, Agent Graham," Mr. Davenport says, catching Graham when he walks in. "I just want to thank you for letting the kids come home, and hearing us out."
"I should be the one thanking you, Mr. Davenport. For training your kids to be heroes. None of us will ever be able to repay you three," he says, now looking at Adam, Bree and Chase. "I wish you all luck," he smiles. "I will be in touch." Agent Graham walks away, leaving the Davenports alone.
"You guys ready to go?" asks Mr. Davenport.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Bree says, followed by another deep breath.
"Me too," says Adam.
Chase nods.
Mr. Davenport leads the way out of the building. There are waist-high metal fences on both sides of the doors, leading all the way to the car. Behind them, people of all ages are waiting to see the bionic super humans in person. Other people are just trying to get pictures to sell to magazines and newspapers. Most of them are shouting things.
"Thanks for doing what you do!"
"Adam! You're so hot!"
"Get out of America, you freaks! We're all better off without you!"
"You're awesome, Chase!"
"My sister was on that train!"
"Bree! Bree! Can I get a picture?!"
"Curse you, Donald Davenport! Look what you've done!"
The whole thing is just crazy to the siblings. None of them can concentrate on any one thing between the camera flashes, shouting from all directions, and all the attention they're getting. The Davenports, pretty much nobody's at school, are famous overnight, and all three of them are having a hard time coming to terms with it.
A driver hops out of the front seat of Davenport's car, and tosses him the keys. He pulled the car up for them. "Thanks," Davenport says.
"No problem, sir," the driver replies.
They get in the car as quick as possible, all of them wanting to get away from all the chaos.
"That was crazy," says Bree, who is sandwiched between her brothers in the backseat.
"I told you guys things were going to change," says Mr. Davenport. "Unfortunately there's nothing we can do about it. Some people are going to see you three as heroes; others are going to see you as delinquents who shouldn't be intervening."
"How? How can some people think we're bad?"
"Not everyone listens to truth, Bree," he answers. "But you all have to remember that you are good. You're heroes. And I'm very proud of all three of you."
The rest of the car ride home is silent. No one is saying anything. Mr. Davenport is busy driving, and Adam, Bree, and Chase are pretty dazed. Once they get in the house, Tasha, Leo, Douglas, and Perry are in the living room. Everyone but Mr. Davenport walks right past giving only simple hello's. They go down to the lab to relax and get out of their mission suits.
Once Bree's into her regular clothes, she walks over and takes a seat at Leo's desk. She picks up her iPhone off of it and nearly has a heart attack when she sees her lock screen completely covered in notifications. They're all from the one social media she has—Instagram. She keeps scrolling and scrolling on the lock screen, but she just can't reach the bottom. Bree gives up and just unlocks her phone. She of course first clicks on the Instagram icon, which she has placed on the first page.
Once the app opens, the orange bar of notifications pops up. Bree's jaw literally drops open when she sees what it says. The comments says 16k, the likes are 256k, and the new followers are 117k.
"Guys!" She hops up out of Leo's chair and walks towards Chase and Adam. She clicks on the profile button and shoves the screen in Adam's face, followed by Chase. "Look at that!" I have 117 thousand followers on Instagram! How is that even possible?!" She says smiling. "The press conference ended what, half an hour ago?"
"Whoa! That's crazy," Chase smiles back. "Let me check mine," he says grabbing for his phone out of his back pocket. Unlike Bree, he doesn't have notifications for Instagram on. After clicking on the app, he finds that Bree isn't the only one who gained a crazy amount of followers in such a short time. "Check it out!" he shows Bree his screen. "97k!" Before, the only people following him were Adam, Bree, Leo, and like ten other random people. The one pic he posted, which was a selfie, suddenly had over 35 thousand likes!
"Look at mine, guys!" says Adam. "I have 110 followers!"
Bree guides his phone over a bit so she can take a look. "That's 110 thousand, Adam," she laughs. "And hah! I have more than you too."
"Oh, please, Bree. You only have seven more."
Bree laughs again with a roll of her eyes. "This is seriously insane," she says, scrolling through her Instagram posts. She clicks view all 3108 comments on one of her random selfies. People are complimenting her too many times to read. She doesn't even spot any insulting things so far.
"I can't believe this," says Chase. "Girls are commenting on my selfie calling me hot! Yeah, that's right, hot!" He nods with a huge smile on his face.
"That is unbelievable, Chase," Bree jokes.
"Hey, guys, it's time for dinner," Leo says. He just came down to the lab.
"Leo!" Bree says. "Look at this." She shows Leo her profile now.
Leo raises his eyebrows, "How do you have 120 thousand followers?!"
"What?! I have 120 now?!" Bree looks at the screen. "Oh my gosh! This is so awesome! We're famous, boys!" she rushes back over to Adam and Chase who share the happiness with her.
"Yeah, yeah, superstars," Leo intrudes. "Dinner's waiting."
Once they all get upstairs, Perry is thankfully gone. "What's for dinner?" Adam asks.
"Lasagna," Tasha says, taking it out of the oven right at that moment. "Sit down, guys."
A plate of garlic bread, cups of water, plates and silverware are already on the table. Everyone hurriedly takes their seats. After Bree announces their crazy Instagram news, Mr. Davenport says they have something very serious to talk about.
"What is it, Mr. Davenport?" says Chase.
"Tasha and I talked about this nearly right after the video went viral. And now we think it might be the best option."
"What are you talking about?" Leo asks.
"Yeah, just spit it out," Adam says.
"We think it might be best if you all switched to homeschooling," Tasha says. "That includes you too, Leo."
"Who's going to teach us, then?" Bree says, already sounding like she's against it. "You're not a teacher, Tasha. No offense."
Tasha chuckles, "I wouldn't be teaching you, Bree."
"Yeah, Bree, I would," says Douglas. Everyone looks at him. "Kidding."
"Not funny," she replies.
"We could do online school, or we could hire a tutor to work with you four every day," Mr. Davenport states.
"Online school? Like, what? Education Connection or something?! No way," Bree says. "I don't want to stop going to Mission Creek. What about my friends?! I've only been going for like a year!"
"Calm down, Bree."
"I, on the other hand, am totally down with switching to homeschool," Leo says. "Stay up late, sleep in, sounds good to me."
"Really?!" Adam says. "We can go to bed and get up whenever we want?"
"I'm with Bree on this," Chase says. "I've only been going to school for a year and I want to keep going. If we switch to homeschool, it's basically going to be like how it was before Leo found us!"
"That's not true," Tasha says.
"No, it's not," Mr. Davenport says. "And no, Adam, you wouldn't be able to go to bed and get up whenever you want. We wouldn't make you get up at six a.m., but we wouldn't let you sleep in till twelve every day. And if we went with the tutor option, then he or she would come at the same time every day, so you'd have to be up before then."
"I don't care," Bree says. "I want to keep going to Mission Creek."
"How about this," says Mr. Davenport. "You go to school tomorrow and just see how crazy it is. The kids are going to be all over you."
"Fine!" Bree says getting up. "You can count on it!" she storms off towards the elevator to go back down to the lab.
"Bree, get back here, now."
"No," she shouts before the elevator doors close.
Silence overwhelms the dinner table.
"Should I go get her?" Adam says, but is quickly shot down.
"No, Adam," Tasha says.
"Boys," Mr. Davenport says. "You guys are going to go to school tomorrow with Bree, and you can all see how it goes. She needs you all there with her anyway. I think you guys should all do a little research too on the homeschooling thing, before you decide what you really want to do."
"Okay," Chase says. "You're right. And I might change my mind anyway if it's crazy at school tomorrow."
"Exactly," says Tasha.
"What about me and Adam?" says Leo. "We already want to be homeschooled!"
"Well you're going to Mission Creek tomorrow either way."
"Can I be excused?" Chase asks before Leo can argue.
Tasha nods at him. He stands and grabs his plate. Then, being the good brother he is, he grabs Bree's too.
"Thank you, honey," says Tasha before he walks to the kitchen. He forces a smile in return.
After taking care of the plates, he goes down to the lab to find Bree in Leo's chair again, with her knees pulled into her chest.
"Bree?" He lightly places a hand on her shoulder.
"What, Chase?" she snaps. Although he can't see her face, Chase can tell she's crying a little.
"Why are you so upset, Bree? The homeschool thing isn't that big of a deal. They didn't even say we had to do it."
"Yes it is," she finally looks up at him. "In our crazy, insane lives, that's the one thing we have that's normal. I don't want to ditch that."
"I noticed," Chase says, pulling another chair over he can sit across from her. "I still want to go too, Bree, but what if people are all over us?"
Bree rests her chin in between her knees. "Then we'll be popular. That's a good thing."
"Well, what if we're too popular?"
"Then the one normal thing in my life will be over."
"Come on, don't say that. You still have your normal, annoying little brother," he smiles when she looks at him.
A small smile finally shines through on her face, "You're not normal."
"Ah, but it's normal to have an annoying little brother," he says still smiling.
"Shut up," Bree says, her smile getting a little wider. "You're so annoying."
Chase laughs. "Everything's going to be okay, Bree. You'll see."
Notes: I hope you liked it! Pleaseee review! It will also probably be at the most a week before the next chapter gets posted. I was going to write like 3 chapters before I posted the first one so I would have them ready, but I'm just too excited and I wanted to see how the feedback was. And if you're wondering when the actual reality TV show starts, it will happen in the next chapter or so! :D