Welcome to chapter 2!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.
"What?!" Bree shrieked.
"How?" Leo exclaimed.
"How come you never bothered to tell us this before?" Chase asked.
"Hey! I just found out!" Donald defended, throwing his arms up.
Douglas motioned to his hands. "Can someone help me over here?"
Camille took a bobby pin from her hair and unlocked his handcuffs. Tasha raised an eyebrow. "When did you learn to do that?"
"This happens quite often," Camille muttered.
"So, what was with all of those lawyers?" Leo asked.
"They were to here to finalize custody arrangements," Donald replied.
"Custody?" Bree repeated.
"Well, you see, Camille's mother and I were engaged before she was born-"
"But she broke it off and left," Camille interrupted.
Donald nodded. "Yes, she did. Last week Susan, her mother, went out on her private yacht and there was an accident. So, Camille is going to be staying with us for a little while,"
Camille blinked, annoyed. "Unfortunately. Hopefully they will find my mother soon and we can all go back to our previous lives,"
"Hopefully," Chase muttered.
"How about Donald drives you home to grab some of your stuff and I can go get the guest room ready," Tasha suggested.
"Okay," Camille said quietly, heading outside with Donald.
"Do you think it is a good idea to leave those two alone again after what happened earlier?" Douglas asked Tasha.
Tasha bit her lip. "It may not be the best option, but I think she has calmed down a bit, and those two need to get used to be around each other,"
"So, this means she will be here for a while?" Leo asked.
Tasha nodded. "The odds of finding Susan aren't in Camille's favor. She is going through a lot right now, and we need to both remember that and be there for her when she needs us, got it?"
The four Davenport children nodded. "Got it,"
"Yes! I finally have a sister!" Bree cheered.
"Even if she is an evil maniac?" Leo asked.
Bree rolled her eyes at Leo.
"Young man, you better not talk like that in front of Camille," Tasha warned. "You need to be on your best behavior,"
"Fine," Leo huffed.
Tasha went back into the kitchen, attempting to start dinner.
"Mom, I know you want her to feel welcome, but your tuna surprise isn't exactly comfort food," Leo pointed out.
Douglas headed towards the kitchenette. "Don't worry, I'll help her,"
While Bree started to set the table, wanting to be of some help, the boys played their mindless video games, trying to pretend like everything is normal.
Meanwhile, Donald was trying to make the most of an awkward car ride.
"So you go to Mission Creek High? Isn't that a coincidence," Donald smirked.
Camille rolled her eyes. "Doubtful. My mother moved her company her for several strategic reasons, many of which are probably similar to yours,"
Donald nodded before trying again. "So, Chase tells me you are in AP Chemistry. That was my high school sport too," he joked.
Camille raised an eyebrow. "AP Chemistry does not fit the definition of a sport. I though you had some kind of genius-level intellect?"
"Well, you are right about that. I am confident to say that I must be thee smartest inventor in the world," Donald bragged.
"Hmm, a big ego. I'll have to remember that," Camille whispered to herself.
"I think that we should make the most of the time you stay with us- don't you? It isn't every Monday I learn I have a daughter," Donald said.
"Make the most of it?" Camille asked. "How do you mean?"
Donald shrugged. "Just that we should get to know each other,"
"Oh, you mean form some sort of relationship? I do not know how useful that would be for either of us," Camille replied.
"Useful?" Donald questioned. "It doesn't have to be useful,"
"I am just saying that, practically speaking, once my mother gets back I am going to go back living with her. And we have a high tendency to move around the globe. This stay won't be long," Camille told him.
"Okay," Donald murmured, a little disappointed.
By the time Camille and Donald returned home with her belongings, dinner was finished and on the table.
Camille ended up being seat between Donald and Bree. Wrong choice.
"I am so glad to finally have a sister!" Bree squealed, unable to contain her excitement.
"Sister!?" Camille nearly choked on her lasagna. "I thought Douglas was your biological father,"
"Donnie here is actually the one who raised the kids. I am more of a fun uncle, you could say," Douglas informed her.
"We can even wear matching shirts to school!" Bree continued to gush.
"Wait, wait. No matching shirts," Camille argued.
"How else are people going to know-"
"You don't have to tell the whole school that," Camille stated flatly. "We are estranged cousins at best,"
Bree nodded and turned her head, disappointedly putting a piece of lasagna in her mouth.
"Take it easy on Bree," Tasha piped up. "She is just excited to have another girl in the house,"
"Yeah, come on Cami, we can have so much fun-"
Camille interrupted Bree. "What did you just call me?!"
"Uh, Cami, I hope-"
"No, No Cami. That is inexcusable. It is Camille. If you can't bother to say the whole word then don't say it at all," Camille declared.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Bree said. "I didn't realize you felt so strongly about that,"
Camille looked Bree in the eyes. "Just realize Bree that this is all temporary. I will be gone before you know it. My mother-"
"But what if your mother doesn't come back?" Adam asked. Leo and Chase, who were sitting on each side of him, each elbowed Adam.
Camille looked at Adam dead in the eyes. "My mother will come back. And even if she doesn't my step-father Jonathan will come and get me,"
"But what if he doesn't come either?" Adam asked innocently.
"Adam!" The other Davenports snapped.
"Then I suppose I would file for emancipation," Camille shrugged, taking a drink of her water.
Finished with her meal, Camille stood up. "Chase, I am afraid I am a bit worn out from the day. We will have to work on the project another time. I am going to head up to bed,"
"Good idea. I think we could all use a good nights rest," Tasha said.
Camille headed up the stairs, Leo in suite. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the three bionics headed the opposite direction.
"Oh, um before they go, to, um, bed those three-" Leo began.
Camille shook her head. "I really am too tired to care," she stated before going to her room.
"Woo. That was a close one," Adam said as they got into the elevator.
"She will find out eventually," Chase sighed. "I don't know how long we can keep it from her,"
Bree shrugged, "Just as long as we can,"
Thanks for reading, please review and tell me what you think! ~Azula