AN: This chapter is gonna be a little...different...You'll see what I mean shortly, but for now...
Shout outs!
RissA15: Thanks! I would gladly allow you to smack Trevor! Unfortunaltely, he is only a character, so...yeah...You kinda answered your own statement in your review: this is AU and OOC. This is not the Lab Rats world. Its the Girl Stolen world. And in that world, Griffin (the 'Girl Stolen' version of Chase) is not well-appreciated. Oh, wow. POP! How did I not notice that before? I am so oblivious!
PurpleNicole531: Yeah, I was hoping for funny! Or at least strange. Now, I would help you get out of Bree's tie, but I'm pretty much trapped behind my computer screen, so just try to wiggle your way out! Remember: Bree can tie fast; not well!
MoonlitShadowsoftheHumanSoul: YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! Thanks so much!
TheMichiganWriter: Thanks! Well, there are a total of 18 Chapters in Bionic Stolen, so after this: 9 chapters. Now, if i get a majority of votes for a sequel, you'll have that book in addition to Bionic Stolen! Yay! Of course! Its something I think I'll be able to incorperate easily enough, so I'm gonna give it a shot!
PrincessSparkleKitty: Thank you!
RandomGirl: Your reviews make me laugh so hard! I love them! Oh, I get to torture Kenny as well? Okay, then! Why don't we start with some push-ups? Chase: Oh, no. Kenny must be tortured exactly as I was. Throw him in the deep end! Kenny: Yeah, Lauren! Throw me in the deep end! Just give me a sec to grab my floaties. Me: No way, Kenny! You are to sit in that corner for the remainder of the three hours! PICKLES!
AllAlmericanSlurp: Were you refering to me as pathetic, or Douglas? Either way, I agree with you. The passwords I come up with are rediculous. Hmm, so you LIKE Trevor? There are a few people who do, but that will change as time goes on. Maybe. It depends on how you see the events that will take place in the future.
daphrose: Good! You may need to prep yourself for Trevor's evilness! Hmm, that's a true possibility, but it may seem too easy. If the story goes that way, there would have to be some...complications in the way. Really? Seven Laurens? I know...probably two, tops. One of them is actually who I got my psuedonym from. Lauren inspired me to write (as well as many other things) and she's just a great person. Well, were all odd, so no one can really blame you. Thank you! Aww, of couse you've complimemted me enough! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love compliments as much as the other Laurens in the world, but you have definitely given me lots of love and support for both of my stories! You're wonderful! Thank you so much for everything!
If you were not aware yet, Bree, Adam and Leo refer to Davenport and Tasha as dad and mom.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lab Rats Characters or the parts of the plot that are from the book Girl Stolen by April Henry.
Enjoy!
Tasha's P.O.V.
I am a horrible mother. How could I leave my only daughter in the unlocked car, alone, with no defense?
It's been a whole day, and I still can't believe that my beloved daughter has been kidnapped.
-Flashback-
"Bree! BREE! WHERE ARE YOU!" I called when I exited the grocery store. Donald's car wasn't in the lot, and Bree was nowhere to be seen.
She's probably just out taking the car for a spin. No need to worry.
I took my phone out of my purse and called Adam, my oldest son. He answered on the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Adam! It's mom. Can you come pick me up from the Walmart that's across from the Mission Creek park?"
I would've given him the actual address, but knowing Adam, he'd do better looking for a place than a street name. Intelligence is not his strong suit.
"Alright, I will be there in about five minutes."
"Thanks Adam. Bye." I hung up and wandered over to a bench to wait for Adam. Thankfully, the storm passed while I was shopping. Although, that probably wouldn't matter considering I was sitting on a soaking wet bench. Great.
A few minutes later, Adam pulled his car up to the curb and patiently waited. On my way around the car, I dropped the groceries off in the trunk so it wouldn't be crowded in the front.
The whole ride home was silent. We didn't have much to say to each other. Adam spends all of his time with Donald, training. The only time I see him is during meals and when he comes home from school with Bree and Leo. My two sons are the most distant from me in the family. I guess I just don't have a strong bond with them. Literally all they do is eat, sleep, train, go to school and go on missions. Bree and I spend lots of quality time together since she doesn't train or go on missions, and I see Donald whenever he isn't in the lab.
If I had to choose my biggest regret, it would be not being close enough to my sons. They work so hard every day -juggling training, mission, school and homework- and I feel like they go underappreciated. They really deserve more. And maybe Bree does too, but she seems fine. From what she's confided in me, she's my brave little soldier.
When we pulled up to the drive way of our mansion (I married well), I hurried to get the groceries out of the car and inside so they wouldn't spoil. When I opened the front door, I expected Bree to be sitting on the couch reading a magazine or watching TV. She wasn't anywhere in the main room. I started to panic.
"Donald!" I called throughout the mansion.
"Yes, Tasha?" Donald asked me. He came down the hallway that led to the elevator doors. It looked like he was engrossed in the gadget he was delicately holding between his palms.
"Have you seen Bree? She left Walmart with the car, and I assumed she came home, but she's not here," I started to babble. Thankfully, my husband soothed my nerves.
"Hey, settle down," he started as he set the tech-thingy on the kitchen counter. "She's probably out shopping, or maybe she made a friend. Relax. She'll probably be home by dinner," he assured me.
"Yeah, your right. I'm overreacting. I'll go get dinner started," I said and started to stock away all the groceries I bought.
-end flashback-
I shouldn't have been so easily convinced. The whole time, there was that mother instinct inside my brain that kept screaming at me, "SOMETHING'S WRONG!" but I didn't listen to it.
Maybe I should try calling her again...
I dug my phone out of my purse and pressed Bree's number for the tenth time today. I patiently waited for her to answer, but the dial tone kept ringing.
"Hey, this is Bree. I can't come to the phone now, so leave a message, and I'll call ya later!"
-BEEP-
"Bree? It's mom again. Where are you? We are all really worried about you. Please call me back so I know you're okay. Love you. Bye."
Where could she be? Well, wherever she is, she can make it through. Even if I'm a crying wreck, she's fine. Bree is, after all, my brave little soldier.
Douglas's P.O.V.
I was sitting in my office, thinking about the girl. Chase has got to learn to be more responsible with his crimes! I gave up a lot for him to have that chip! He's just letting it all go to waste by acting like an idiot who never thinks anything through.
I was brought out of my thoughts by a buzzing noise. Whatever is making that noise has been going at it all morning. It's been driving me crazy.
I walked in the direction of the sound to see a bedazzled Ephone next to my whip.
Oh yeah! I found the girl's phone in Chase's pocket after he passed out last night.
I grasped it, and gazed at the small device. 'Mom' The flashing screen read. It continued to buzz in my hand, slowly loosing light in the screen.
"Aww, Tasha's worried about her precious princess!" I concluded to nobody in particular.
I set the phone down in disgust and strutted back to my desk. Then I got back to thinking; maybe I can use this girl to my advantage.
If I get a prepaid phone, I can call Donnie and demand a ransom for his little brat. That would be a good way to get some easy money...or maybe to snag a few more of his inventions...his valuable inventions.
It's settled. Tonight, I will call my big brother.
Donald's P.O.V.
We're all really worried about Bree. I think Tasha is the most distraught. It's probably the guilt that's getting her. She's been calling Bree's cell phone, desperately trying to get her to answer. She never picked up once, and it's making Tasha a nervous wreck.
When Bree never showed up for dinner last night, I instantly knew it wasn't just 'being late.' Tasha knew too because she wouldn't stop ranting about 'my precious little girl,' and 'Donald why aren't you calling the police?' I had a simple answer.
"If the authorities get involved, they could discover the kid's bionics. It's too risky," I had told her last night. Being the stressed mother she is, she just rolled her eyes and turned back to her phone.
After about the eighth call, Tasha couldn't take the worry any longer. She burst into hysterical sobs, clinging to my arm. Her claw-like fingernails digged were into my upper arm, but I didn't care. Honestly, I felt like mimicing her actions. My only daughter was missing- probably kidnapped- and I couldn't call the authorities for help. The only thing that kept me from grief was the motivation; I needed to find Bree and fast. Crying like a wimp wouldn't accomplish anything.
Adam and Leo stayed up all night trying to calm Tasha down, but considering they were pacing the whole time, I'm going to assume they needed more assurance than her. I, however, stayed up to track anything that might give away Bree's location. The car, her phone, her chip, anything to give me the slightest clue as to where she disappeared to. I got nothing. Zilch. Zero. Zip. Nothing!
Ugh, god this is so frustrating not knowing the answer like I always do! I am a genius! How do I not know the answer! I know everything- Wait...
Even though Bree isn't trained, her chip should still show up on my bionic chip locator. She must be someplace where her signal is blocked.
But that's not possible! The only thing that blocks a bionic signal are energy fused, laser beams that are specifically designed to block the signal. There's nobody in the world who would be able to have or make the beams except... Oh no.
Douglas...
AN: So, yeah, very different chapter. How was it? I wanted to show you guys what was going on at the Davenport household. But don't worry: we will be hearing from Donald, Tasha and Adam in chapter 13!
Did anyone catch my little TV show reference? Hmm, I wonder who'll be the first to guess it right...
On a semi-related note, this story has reached it's halfway point! I wrote it so it was 18 Chapters long, so that's that. However, I have a new poll on my profile. It's about whether or not you want a SEQUEL to Bionic Stolen! If you are a member, please vote on the poll. If you are a guest, please tell me in a review. Its just a personal preference I have because I am an orginization-crazed neat freak. Thank you! Also, thanks to those of you who've already voted!
Also, Happy Halloween, for those of you who celebrate it! Just because I'm in the mood, I'm gonna ask you guys what your favorite candy is! Because, you know, Halloween is all about candy for the kids! Any trick-or-treaters out there? If so, what's your costume?
If you are interested, my favorite candies are Hershy's (I got a one-pound chocolate bar earlier, and I was like, "YES!"), Kit-Kats (love the commercials! That snap is the best sound in the WORLD!) and M'n'Ms! I actually don't have a costume this year, so yeah...
Until next time...
PEACE OUT PICKLES!
