Hey guys, I'm back! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry this took so long!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats or any brands mentioned.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful for the Adam, Chase, and Leo. While wasn't rather unusual for Adam and Leo to be unfocused in class, even Chase couldn't focus.
He was in Geometry, one of his favorite subjects and his last class of the day, staring at the board. His teacher, Mr. Marc was rambling on about some long math problem. Chase placed his right elbow on his desk and propped his head up with his fist. He slouched in his chair, something he rarely did. He suddenly lost interest in the problem on the blackboard. His teacher continued writing down the problem on the chalk board. Tiny bits of chalk hovered in the air before sinking to the floor as the chalk scratched against the rough, black surface.
Mr. Marc had begun explaining the problem and how to find the solution, when Chase started zoning out. All he could think about was Bree and if she was going to be okay. The blackboard and everything else around Chase began to blur. He didn't notice. He wasn't focusing on anything going on in the room.
He thought about the symptoms his scanner said Bree had. Perhaps I can figure out what disease she has so Mr. Davenport and I can cure her. Yes, this could work! He thought, pumped. He held a finger to his temple, searching his mental database for matches between her symptoms and known diseases. He had barely begun when he heard a loud voice speak and something heavy drop onto his desk.
He winced, blinking a couple of times to refocus. He sat up in his chair, removing his arms from the table. He looked at his desk to find a thick textbook on it and Mr. Marc standing in front of him, a look of disappointment on his face.
"Huh?" Chase was utterly confused. A few students in the back chuckled. Whispers of foul names spread from person to person.
"Mr. Davenport. Thank you for joining us once again. Had you been paying attention, you would have known that I was asking you what the answer to the question was." Mr. Marc pointed to the board which was cover in large letters, numbers, and symbols. Chase quickly looked at it and replied in a matter of seconds.
"Oh, the answer is x = 13.56 pi." Chase told his teacher, not fazed by the seemingly complex series of equations.
"That is correct, Chase." Mr. Marc replied using Chase's first name, a sign that he was back in Mr. Marc's good graces.
Mr. Marc grabbed the textbook off of Chase's desk and made his way to the front of the room. Chase sighed, folding his arms on top of one another and resting them on the desk. He leaned over, his chest laying on his arms and his chin keeping his head up on the table. I wonder how Bree's doing. He brought his finger back up to his temple and resumed searching.
Bree woke up to a bright light shining on her face. She had been sleeping since she had reached home. She groaned. Bree brought her arm up to her face, shielding it from the sun's harsh rays. She turned her body so her face was nuzzled in the corner where the armrest and back of the couch meet. She shut her eyes and lay there, enjoying the blissful silence that rarely occurred in the Davenport home.
She was about to doze off when she heard the front door open. She shivered as a cool breeze entered the living room. She pressed her body into the couch in an attempt to warm herself up.
"We're home!" Adam yelled, stepping through the front door. He threw his bag onto the floor and made his way towards the television. He grabbed the video game controllers and headed towards the couch, itching to play his latest game. Poor Bree was completely unaware that Adam was about to sit on her.
"Adam, no!" Chase exclaimed, alarmed. He had just walked through the door when he saw his old brother about to sit on Bree's legs.
"Why? Are you afraid I'm gonna beat your high score?" He teased, taking a seat on the couch and Bree's legs. A puzzled expression appeared on his face. "This sofa is really lumpy." He said, shifting around a little. A groan from Bree had him off the couch and screaming in a matter of seconds. "Ahhhh!" He screamed in terror. "It's alive! The fluffy thing is alive!" He was screaming and pointing at the couch cushions. Bree let out a muffled scream of pain, clamping her hands on her ears.
"Leo in the house-AHHH!" Leo had just entered the house to find Adam screaming at the couch and Chase trying to calm him down. Terrified, he hid behind the couch, waiting for Adam to stop. The last thing Leo needed was for Adam to accidentally shoot him with his heat vision.
"Adam! For the last time! The couch is not alive! You sat on Bree! She's the one that groaned!" Chase cried out, extremely frustrated with Adam. His hands were waving all over the place as desperately tried to reason with his brother. Unfortunately, the eldest bionic wouldn't listen to Chase.
"I'm telling you, the fluffy thing is alive!" Adam stated, panicking. "It's probably mad that no one fed it any pudding! Oh no! It's probably gonna steal all my pudding! Don't worry, I'll save you pudding!" Adam ran over to the fridge knocking Chase over in the process. Adam hugged the refrigerator tightly.
Everybody was so caught up in the chaos; they didn't notice Mr. Davenport enter the room. He had been in the lab, working on his latest invention, when he heard screaming from upstairs. Worried, he made his way up to the living room to find his eldest son hugging the fridge, Chase on the floor holding his side, and Leo curled up in a ball behind the couch. He let out an ear-splitting whistle, causing all the boys to look at him.
"Ow!" Chase exclaimed. "You know I have super senses, right?" He glared at his father figure. Mr. Davenport was about to say something when he was interrupted by some else speaking.
"Everything hurts." Came a muffled female voice. The boys turned to face the couch. Bree laid there, curled up, clutching her stomach.
Donald ran a hand through his hair. He needed to consult the one person who knew everything about the kids' bionics. The man who designed their chips.
"Douglas!" He called for his younger brother. Douglas skipped down the stairs shortly after being summoned.
"Yes Donnie?" He asked, making his way over to his elder brother. Donald pulled him to the side, away from the kids.
"Douglas, I need your help. I-" He was rudely interrupted before he could finish.
"Wait, you need my help?" He asked, boastfully. "Mr. Genius," he said, with air quotes around the name, "needs his younger brother's help! Ha!" He pointed at his brother, laughing. Donald slapped Douglas on the shoulder.
"I'm serious Douglas. Bree's sick and I think something's wrong with her chip. But since I didn't create the original, I still don't know everything about it. I want to have her do some exercises and tests to analyze her bionics and her chip. I want you to help me." Donald explained. Douglas raised an eyebrow.
"I would have just scanned her chip but okay." Douglas replied, shrugging his shoulders.
"Fine. We'll do it your way, Dougie." Donald said, rolling his eyes. "Just meet me in the lab in two minutes." Douglas nodded, making his way towards the elevator as Donald walked back into the living room. Adam, Chase, and Leo snapped their heads in Donald's direction. "Adam." He ordered. "Carry Bree down to the lab. Chase and Leo, you're gonna help me and Douglas figure out what's wrong with Bree." Donald headed for the elevator. Adam easily lifted Bree up off the couch and carried her bridal style to the elevator. She rested her head on his chest, her arms still clutching her stomach. Chase and Leo followed closely behind.
The ride down was seemingly endless. Unfortunately, the elevator was still playing Mr. Davenport's extensive collection of songs, and his singing skills were mediocre at best. The doors opened with a hiss, allowing them entrance to the lab. They entered to find Douglas already at the cyber desk.
"Adam, put Bree in her capsule." He instructed. When she was situated in inside her capsule, he turned to his younger brother. "Douglas, run a scan on her chip." He pointed to the cyber desk.
"One step ahead of you, Don." Douglas replied. He flicked his hand up over and over again, scrolling through the data the cyber desk presented him with.
"Chase, Leo." He said, looking at the two boys. "Help Douglas sift through the information." He handed each of them a tablet that was linked to the cyber desk. The boys began searching furiously. Donald joined his brother at the cyber desk, helping him sort through the information. Adam, who knew had no clue what his family was doing, took a seat next to Bree's capsule.
As the boys were looking through the information, the youngest member of the Dooley-Davenport family piped up.
"This is cutting into my cartoon time."
Yea! Go me for finally updating. Again, I'm really sorry this took so long. School's got me like "AH!" Feel free to drop a review. I love hearing what you guys have to say XD. I die repeatedly from the feels when I read your reviews. It means a lot to me that you would take the time and do it. Tell me what you liked and what I can work on. I'm currently working on Ch. 4 of Sick Days and Ch. 2 of Of Life, Love, and Murder. Of Life, Love and, Murder is a darker AU fic so read it if you want to.
I guess that's all for now XD
Until next time
~A
