~I do not own Lab Rats~
"Please," I plead for the thousandth time today, but Mr. Davenport still shakes his head 'no'. "Aw, come on, why not?"
"Too risky, that's why," Mr. Davenport repeats his answer with a sigh. "And you of all people should know that."
"Come on, please, what's the worst that could happen?" I stop and think for a second, and speak again before he can answer. "No, wait, don't answer that," I shake my head and stick my hand out at him.
"Bree, could you just drop the question? My answer is staying no, no matter what you say or do."
I try and give my best puppy-dog eyes, but they have no effect on Mr. Davenport.
"There's no proof that shows that this sleepover will turn out as bad as the last," I argue. "I will do everything I can to avoid having a disaster of one, please!"
"Bree, no means no, why can't you understand that?" Mr. Davenport asks getting frustrated.
"Ugh! You're not even being fair! If Adam or Chase asked for something like this, you can't even lie that you wouldn't think twice about saying yes to them!" I blow up at him.
"Bree, I wouldn't- that's not- they never had- how do I phrase this..." One part of what he was trying to say registers through my head.
"So, it is about that!"
"About what?" Mr. Davenport asks genuinely confused.
"The failed sleepover I had."
"Bree-"
"Come on, that's not even close to fair! I didn't do anything wrong, it was all Leo's fault, he's the one who unleashed the virus into Eddy!" I speed away angry into the elevator.
"Bree, wait!" I just ignore him and go to the lab.
"What's going on up there?" Chase asks from the computer as I enter.
"None of your business," I snap at him and he sinks back a little in his seat. "Sorry, It's just *sigh* Mr. Davenport just made me upset, don't worry about it." I wave my hand like it's no big deal and start to walk away.
"Bree, wait," Chase's voice stops me in my tracks, but I don't turn around. "Do you want to talk about it, I'm all ears. Adam and Leo are at a movie for at least the next hour, so no one else will hear."
I stand still for a minute, and I'm pretty sure Chase doesn't know what I'm going to do. Hopefully I won't regret this.
I take a deep breath and turn back around to face Chase, who surprises me by having moved closer, and I jump back a bit.
"Okay, so what's the problem?" He asks clearly ready to hear exactly what I'm going to say.
I sigh and start, "I asked Mr. Davenport if I could have a sleepover with some other girls from school, you know, to try and make some actual friends. Anyway, when I ask him I was all but pleased with his answer. He told me I couldn't have one because it's too much of a risk, which I personally think is a load of garbage." I stop, read his expression, and narrow my eyes at him. "You don't agree with him, do you?"
"No, of course not! I was just thinking of why he won't let you," Chase answers quickly. "I mean, too big of risk? I don't think I'll actually believe that, and I can tell you don't. I just don't..."
"Don't what?"
"Understand him sometimes," Chase shakes his head. "So, what else happened? It sounded like you had more to say."
"I do, and this time it has something to do with you," I point my finger accusingly at my younger brother.
"Me?" Chase asks baffled.
"Yeah, you, Adam, and probably even Leo! Do you realize what you three have in common?"
"Um...we're all guys?" Chase answers not sure if that's the answer I'm looking for.
"No!" It's not. "It's that Mr. Davenport will let you do whatever you want, just by simply asking. Me, I have to beg, and plead, and make deals, and it still doesn't work half the time!" I fling my arms in the air in frustration, and when they drop, I rest my chin on the palm of my hands. Tears sting the corners of my eyes, threatening to fall.
Chase just stares at me unsure of what to do. I am his sister, and we have spent most off our lives trapped in a basement together, but that doesn't mean Chase knows what to do with me all the time. He continues to awkwardly stand away from me, probably going through scenarios of what to say to me.
Finally, Chase advances cautiously towards me. He places a comforting hand on my shoulder, and I sniff, accidentally causing Chase to jump and remove his hand.
"Sorry," I say through my stuffy voice.
"You shouldn't be apologizing, even though I probably won't be able to help, I want to. You just might have to tell me how; I'm not very good with these things." Chase fumbles through his words, and I look up at him with my sad eyes.
"I figured you would, but I don't think you can," I stand up straight and wipe the tears from my eyes. "Besides, you don't understand, so I don't know how you could help." I sniff and wipe a final tear from my left eye.
"Your right, I don't understand, and I may never be able to, but that doesn't me I still don't want to try and do something."
"Okay, but what?" I have no idea what Chase can do to help me at this point; I don't think Mr. Davenport's ever going to cave.
"What if I come with you?"
"What do you mean?" I don't understand.
"What I mean is what if I come with you to ask Mr. Davenport again?"
"I don't know Chase, I don't think I can face him again right now." I sink back a little, not wanting to face Mr. Davenport after our argument.
"But you said it yourself, he never says 'no' to me." A devious smile, very unlike him, creeps onto to Chase's face, and I can't help but mirror him.
"Well, I can't argue with that logic!" I laugh, and before I know it, we're in the elevator.
I can feel my heart beating through my chest, getting faster and faster every second we get closer to the top. Chase takes notice of my nervousness, and he places his arm around me in a comforting way. I stop shaking, which I didn't even realize that I was. I use a smile as a thanks to Chase, which he gladly returns.
The elevator comes to a stop, and I instantly freeze in my place. Chase notices me sudden stiffness, and gives my shoulder a quick squeeze.
"It'll be okay, trust me, and if you can't talk, I will." Chase smiles and releases me as the doors open, revealing the living room/ kitchen in front of me. He gives me a tiny nudge forward, and I have no other choice but to walk out.
Mr. Davenport looks up at us from the couch, and I suck in my breath.
"It'll be okay Bree, trust me," Chase whispers in my ear while giving me one more little nudge forward, and I almost fall on my face. I give Chase a glare, and he mouths an apology to me.
I slowly walk towards Mr. Davenport, who puts his newspaper down and stands up to face me. I gulp, but tell myself there's no reason to worry, Chase has my back.
I take a deep breath, and speak, "I want to have a sleepover and I refuse to take no as an answer this time."
"Bree, I told you-"
"A lie," I cut him off.
"I don't know what you mean, it's just-"
"Too risky, yeah, yeah, I heard that all earlier," I huff at him. "Is that really what this is all about? Because I'm starting to think that my previous sleepover maybe wasn't it, and this can't be either, at least not the whole reason."
"Bree, it's just that..." Mr. Davenport trails off and looks down at his feet.
"Just that what?" I bend over and look at his face.
"Bree, you understand that you're my only daughter?"
"Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?"
"I'm just not always going to be there for you, and..."
"You want to protect me, seriously!?" I stare at him surprised. "Is that what this is about? I'm bionic for crying out loud! You seriously think that I need protecting!?"
"No, no, Bree, that's not at all what this is about," I give him a look to go on while trying to calm myself down. "I-I just don't want to lose you, that's why."
I raise an eyebrow at him, and am unsure what to say next. "So you do what to protect me because trust me, I'm going to go down a lot harder then you may think."
"Okay, I do want to protect, just not the way you may think," I'm not following at all, and he can tell. "It's not that I want to lose you physically in this case, but more of mentally. You're growing up Bree, and I don't want to lose you as my little girl." I never knew he thought of me as that.
A sad look appears on Mr. Davenport's face, and I know that there is now a sympathetic one on mine. Neither of us say anything, so Chase realizes that it's finally his time to intervene.
"Mr. Davenport, I know this may be weird to hear from me, but you have to trust me. Bree won't change because of a sleepover, and I'm not sure why you think she will. She won't leave you, or go off all the time with her friends. Bree will always be your little girl, no matter what she goes through." Mr. Davenport and I are left speechless, and I don't think that could've been said any better.
"You can have that sleepover," Mr. Davenport says through the newly formed in his eyes.
"Really!?" I cheer and rush forward to give him a hug. "Oh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I release and stare home straight in the eyes, "And I promise that I'll never leave you." Mr. Davenport smiles at me and I quickly turn around.
"Oof!" Chase gasps surprised by the hug I suddenly give him. "What's this for?"
"For helping and being there for me," I answer and increase the tightness of the hug.
"But I really didn't-"
"Chase," I loosen a bit and he looks at me, "just for once, don't question it."
A/N: After the long wait, I've finally started a new story. Yay! Not that excited? Oh well, I am. You should be though because this story needs OCs, but I'm not going to create them, well, I will make one, but otherwise you all will. ;) Anyway, these OCs have a few restraints: they need to be a girl, Bree's age, and please don't make them have some like special power or something. Other than that, you can make them however you want! So, to have your OC in my story, just fill out the submission below and put it in the reviews, thanks!
Also, I don't need too many, so it's more of a first come first serve type of thing.
Submission (Limit of one!):
Name: (first & last, don't need middle)
Hair: (color, style, length...)
Eye color: (no need to explain, I hope)
Style: (if you would like you can say what she is wearing as pajamas)
Personality: (well, what is she like?)
Other facts: (family, hobbies, allergies, etc.)
Random info:
Pillow: (color & design)
Sleeping bag: (^^^^^)
Thanks for reading! :P