Wow! I'm glad the public was so receptive to chapter 1, I hope chapter 2 is just as enjoyed! Yes, Chase has gotten himself into quite the pickle. And the story of how he does it is quite interesting. Some bits of plot (And a few names) are pulled from a favorite show of mine, but I don't want to say which show yet out of fear of giving away a few major spoilers. So, I'll tell you later, as I always believe credit should be given where credit is due.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.
Donald's office, Davenport Industries,
"Hey, Mr. Davenport!" Adam called as he walked into the office, arms overflowing with papers.
Donald sighed. "What is it now Adam? I'm right here so there is no need to yell,"
"You got mail," Adam grinned, handing his father a small white envelope.
Donald squinted at the envelope, delicately reading the mailing information.
"What is it?" Adam asked excitedly. "An invitation? A card? A coupon?"
"Probably just an old bill or something," Donald muttered, dropping the letter into a drawer in his desk. Sliding the drawer closed quick, Adam was unable to see the decent sized pile of identical looking letters in the drawer.
Adam frowned. "You didn't even open it up and read it,"
Donald shrugged. "I recognized the sender. It wasn't worth reading anyways,"
Adam wanted to further investigate the letter, but his rather short attention span got the best of him.
"What's this?" Adam asked curiously, swiping up a random chip from his father's desk.
"Careful with that!" Donald snapped, grabbing the chip back from Adam.
Adam looked down towards the floor. "I just wanted to see what it was," he mumbled.
The inventor sighed before turning back to his son. "I'm sorry Adam, I did not mean to snap at you. It's just that this is a delicate model that I don't want broken,"
Adam nodded in acceptance of the apology. "But why is it so breakable? My chip can withstand more than that, and it's older, right?"
"Actually, this chip is a model even older than your bionic chip," Donald admitted, carefully putting the chip in a case.
Adam raised an eyebrow. "Why would you be working on such on old model of chip?"
Donald smiled. "Because Adam, sometimes you can learn a lot from the past,"
Adam nodded his head, attention shifting yet again to something else on the work counter.
Somewhere on the California Interstate System,
"Remind me again why we are driving all the way to Florida?" Chase asked from the passenger seat. "Why not take a plane, or even have one of your androids Geo-leap us there?"
"Because," Giselle replied from behind the wheel of the 2013 Toyota Corolla, "that is what they would expect us to do,"
"They?" Chase asked, smiling slightly at her paranoia.
Giselle eyed his smile carefully. "Yes, they. Your family won't be too happy that I've escaped. Or that you are with me. This is why we are traveling without them, remember?"
Chase grinned and sat back in his seat. "Yeah sure. But in reality you are just stalling so you can stay out of prison longer,"
Giselle shrugged. "That's just a bonus,"
Chase glanced over at the navigation screen, admiring the many features. "You even have satellite radio? Why aren't you miss prepared,"
Giselle smirked. "It's going to be a long trip. Anyways, I have all my vehicles fixed up towards my favorite stations,"
"Hmmm," Chase murmured, scrolling through the stations. "I would have never taken you for a listener of Baroque music, or German Heavy metal. Well, you do work with androids, so I guess just the German portion is surprising,"
Giselle chuckled. "Oh, you clever boy,"
Chase's face hardened. "What was that?"
Giselle looked at him cautiously. "I said you were clever, is that a problem?"
"It just bothered me a bit," Chase muttered.
"What?" Giselle snorted. "The smartest guy in the world is too humble to hear it?"
"There! You did it again!" Chase gasped.
"Did what?" Giselle asked, confused by the teenage boy.
"You seamlessly inserted a compliment about me into the conversation," Chase replied.
"So you are mad because I said something nice about you? You can't even take a simple compliment?" Giselle asked.
"You shouldn't be complimenting me!" Chase snapped.
"Why? What I'm saying is true," Giselle defended.
Chase tensed up in his seat. "I know, but hearing these things so much from the woman who kidnapped me instead of my own family is a bit unnerving,"
"So since your own family doesn't give you this much praise you think that anyone who does must not be capable of caring about you?" Giselle mused. "While that's just stupid,"
"Are you trying to you reverse psychology on me?" Chase huffed. "Insult me until I like you,"
Giselle chuckled. "No, but good idea. I'm just saying what if someday you make friends, or meet a girl, and because they are actually nice to you and respect you, you somehow get the idea that they don't like you and you throw the entire relationship away. That would be stupid, wouldn't it? I mean, what if your mother turns out to deeply respect you and show you affection? Would you then naturally assume she is a villain and leave her?" she ranted.
Chase shrugged, remaining rather quiet. "You really think she'll like me?"
Giselle took a saddened sigh before responding to the kid. "Of course I do Chase. Rose would have to have completely lost her mind if she didn't like her own, wonderful son,"
"What did you just say?" Chase asked slowly.
Giselle rolled her eyes. "Really kid? You need to get over this whole aversion to compliments-"
"No, not that. Rose. You said, Rose. Is that her name?" Chase asked.
Giselle nodded. "Yep, Rose Emilia Davenport. Although I doubt that is what she goes by now. Rose has been incognito for years, switching identities, faking her death, stuff like that. But lucky for us, I have her current alias. Once we get to Miami, it won't take long to find her,"
"Alias, identities, and fake deaths. What kind of stuff is my mother doing?" Chase asked carefully. "IS she some kind of criminal?"
Unable to break the young kids heart, Giselle just smiled. "Actually Chase, she is trying to stop a criminal. There is a powerful crime lord, based out of Miami, who goes by the name Mutter. Rose has spent years working to that Mutter down,"
"I've read about Mutter," Chase murmured. "He's a pretty dangerous man. Is that why she has to keep her identity a secret? To protect herself?"
Giselle nodded. "And those around her,"
"How do you know so much about all of this?" Chase asked.
"I used to know Rose back when I was dating Douglas. We were all friends back then," Giselle replied wispily.
Chase nodded slowly, and continued for the next twenty some miles mimicking the silence Giselle had created.
The Davenport Bionic Academy,
The moment Donald stepped off the hydro loop with his oldest son he was bombarded with questions.
Where was Chase? Why had he not shown up to teach any of his classes? Why had the cafeteria run out of chocolate pudding?
That last question was from Logan, who was proving to be of little help in the search for the missing mentor.
"Have you tried tracking him using his GPA locator?" Donald asked his younger brother.
"Of course," Douglas huffed. "But nothing came up. And the best part is, our favorite prisoner escaped last night,"
"Sebastian?"
"No,"
"Dr. Gao?"
"No-"
"That thief from that Walmart-"
"No Adam!" Douglas snapped. "Giselle! Giselle escaped last night and they have no idea where she is,"
"And she goes missing the same night as Chase," Donald murmured, his face paling.
"This is bad," Douglas groaned, scrolling through his tablet. "And we have no way to find either of them,"
"Let's think about this calmly and rationally," Bree spoke up. "You know Giselle better than any of us here, where would she go?"
"I don't know!" Douglas huffed. "She could have made her way to anywhere in the world! I mean, she lived all over the country growing up, so I can't think of any one home town she would return to,"
"Then our only other option is to sit here and wait," Donald groaned, nearly falling into the nearby chair.
"There has to be something we can do," Douglas asserted.
Donald shrugged, at a loss words. "I don't know what we can do,"
"Fine, sit here and wait, I'm going to at least try to find my son," Douglas growled, storming off to his quarters.
Despite his brothers protest, Douglas did not come back. He holed himself up in his room and got to work. Analyzing video feed, contacting nearby authorities, anything he could think of. Nothing came up with results. Now, there was only one option left. One desperate option.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the fated number, until a flimsy sheet of paper caught his eye.
"What's this?" Douglas mumbled to himself, grabbing the paper off his nightstand. It had his name on, it could only assume it was meant for him.
Douglas,
I apologize for not saying anything before I left, but I had to make sure no one would stop me. You said that you couldn't tell me about my mother, so I decided to go find the answers I wanted myself. Don't worry, I'll be safe and I will be home soon. Please, don't come after me, or Giselle. I won't let her try anything.
Thanks,
Chase
Douglas sighed. He was glad that Chase wasn't kidnapped, but he worried that his son's confidence would get him into trouble.
Just then he heard a knock at the door, interrupting his train of thought.
"Who is it?" Douglas asked absentmindedly.
"It's me," Donald responded, opening up the door.
"Any word on Chase?" Douglas asked hopefully.
"No," Donald sighed. "But I did come with an apology, oh and I have something for you," his brother remembered, handing Douglas a letter.
"What is this?" Douglas asked as he tore open the envelope.
"Looks like some insurance information or something, but I thought you might want it," Donald shrugged.
"Thanks," Douglas said, his ingenious brain racing as it decoded the letter.
"I'll let you get back to work then," Donald muttered, heading towards the door.
"Don, wait!" Douglas called.
Donald turned around to face his brother. "Yeah?"
Douglas smiled at his brother. "Don't worry Donnie, we'll find Chase,"
"I know we will," Donald nodded, a small grin growing on his face.
Will they find Chase?! And if so, how? At least we know Chase's destination now: Miami, Florida. And we know Mrs. Davenport's name- Rose. I'll let you see if can start to put any pieces of the puzzle together yet. Please leave a review either way and let me know what you thought about this chapter. Thanks! ~AzulaTano.