Hello again! Thank you all who read chapter 1 and special thanks for Dirtkid123 for being my first reviewer! So here is chapter 2.
Disclaimer: Even though I wish, I do not own Lab Rats
**Bree's POV**
I'm looking eagerly at Mr. Davenport, waiting for his reply. I mean, he has to say yes, right? He went out and got a job with Douglas and made Davenport Industries, so he should be proud his daughter had decided to do the same as well.
He was looking at her in shock, as if she just said that she wanted to jump off a cliff.
"I'll create my own fashion line from here, and I can superspeed back and forth whenever I need. It'll bring in money and I can redesign these terrible uniforms, for free!"
Mr. Davenport still looked like I grew a third arm.
"And this is where you answer you excited daughter…?" I prompted.
He suddenly came out of his trance.
"Uh, I'm sorry Bree but no."
"What? Come on Mr. Davenport! I'm growing up and – "
"No, Bree. And my decision is final."
He turned back to his work and pretended I wasn't there.
Now, it was my turn to be shocked.
"Uh, excuse me? You're not the ruler of my life Mr. Davenport! You can't stop me from everything I do!"
"Oh, yeah, well, guess what, I'll say no, and you can go become the independent girl you are, and make your fashion line yourself," he replied, and left the room.
I sat down in his chair hurt, rage boiling my blood.
"Fine Mr. Davenport, I don't and never needed your help. I'll do this myself," I whispered, anger bubbling inside of me.
**Chase's POV**
1 month after leaving the island
I thought that I'd lead an unhappy life ever since I left the island, but I was enjoying life instead. I did miss Adam's jokes and Bree's snappy comebacks, but here, instead of being taunted for them, I was being respected for my brains. I am living on the Harvard campus, and I was back with Sabrina. All in all, I am living life to the fullest.
I looked down at my phone. 567 missed text messages. 48 missed calls. And 61 unopened emails. All from either a Davenport, or a Dooley. I sighed. They just have to accept my absence. I was just finishing my thesis about the top leading companies around the world, when something struck me. I needed a job so, why not, like the Davenports made Davenport Industries, I make my own company. Right then, my brain came with all the cons with these ideas, and one struck out the most. If I became popular, my family would know where I am, and force me to come back. I got up to make myself a cup of hot chocolate, when I passed the mirror, and did a double take. Hmm, black hair wouldn't look too bad, and I've always liked grey eyes. Slowly, a genius plan, made by a genius man, started to take form.
**Bree's POV**
I had bought a notebook, and I spent every free minute I have sketching designs. I added a few details to a dress I had drawn, when I looked down at the final masterpiece.
I slowly flipped through the book, looking at all the beautiful designs. These drawings didn't deserve to sit in my notebook, untouched.
They deserved to be worn by models, walking down the runway.
I closed the book, and sighed. I had to make this company. The urge was sucking the day light out of me.
What did I have here anyway? There were many advanced students here that can take my place for mentoring and missions.
I took out a duffle bag and threw a few clothes in it. I scribbled a note of goodbye, and left it in my capsule. I took out my chip and as I turned around, I saw a locket on Chase's desk.
He was creating technology that can hold bionic chips, and hide them from scanners or X-rays. I slipped on the locket, and creeped out to the hydroloop.
I quickly entered it, and it started towards the mainland, I thought of my final farewell.
**Adam's POV**
I woke up, to see a note on Bree's capsule. My stomach was churning as I picked it up. With shaky hands, I unfolded it. And this, was what I saw:
To my family and loved ones,
Mr. Davenport, you told me to become an independent person. Well, I'll fulfill my dream myself. Thank you all for everything you have given me, and for being such a great family.
Love,
Bree Davenport
It was simple and to the point, but it held so much meaning.
With anger I walked over to Mr. Davenport.
"Hey Adam, can you give my Chase's chip's scanning printout?"
"Actually, I have a question for you Mr. Davenport"
"Hmm?" he asked, still typing in things into the computer.
"Look here," I said, emotionlessly, and handed him the paper.
"He took the paper, and read it multiple times.
He then suddenly fell into his chair, and his face saddened immensely. It seemed as if he aged decades in seconds.
"Come here Adam," he said softly and held out his arms. I embraced, and soon, I couldn't hold back the tears.
He whispered after a few moments, "I am so sorry."
And we stood like that for what seemed like eternity.
2 years later
**Chase's POV**
I glided onto the stage, a smile of confidence plastered on my face.
"Thank you all for attending the Chase Innovations first tech meeting. I appreciate all of you, from different technological companies coming here to communicate your ideas. I'll first start with our own representative, Stanley Dunmar, please take the spotlight."
I handed over the mic and walked back down.
I was hiding behind a façade, and a good one too.
Cocky, know-it-all, Chase Davenport was history.
But here was a relaxed, smooth, Chase Vickers. Grey eyed, slick black hair, I was unrecognizable.
The only human on earth who knew who I really was Sabrina.
I walked into the lounge: I had a good forty minutes before Stan was finished. Might as well relax.
"Hey, Chase," came a calm, collected voice behind me.
I rotated slowly.
"Bree Henderson, what a pleasure."
Bree Henderson was the leading fashion designer of Bree Beauties. I, being the top tech mogul, surpassing Davenport Industries by far, often associated with leaders such a Bree.
"Do I detect a hint of sarcasm in there?" she asked.
"Maybe, maybe not," I replied smoothly.
There was one other reason I talked with Bree often. She reminded me of some one. Her comebacks, everything was like her. She was just like Bree Davenport. The only thing that didn't match was the fact that Bree Davenport was on a bionic island, probably still mourning for her missing brother.
I felt a twinge of sadness, as I remembered the days we made fun of Leo, or had prank wars. A soft smile spread on my face.
"What's so funny Chase?"
I was brought back down to reality.
"The fact that a fashion show is performing at my tech meeting," making a tactful save.
"Oh yeah?"
"Hmm, all the CEOs will fall asleep while their wives will be oohing and aahhing."
"Well then, all the CEOs wives will fall asleep seeing your tech presentations, and the CEOs will be oohing and aahhing."
"Good point."
We chatted for a long time, for I saw Bree in her every move.
I walked off to a corner and pressed the tiny button on my watch. The frame popped open, and I saw the faces of the siblings I had once loved so dearly.
"I miss you all so much."
Is the genius right all along? Will he ever come back home? Keep reading to find out! Thank you for reading!