Kihonne: Hey guys! I'm back for the season finale! Mission Space was by far one of the best episodes of season 1 in my opinion, right up there with Back from the Future and Grandma VS Exoskeleton. But before I get to any of that, shout out time! Yay!
Purplisha: I know, right? Someone has to be on Leo's side! Might as well be Calla. Besides, I've already planned out Bionic Showdown, and it requires her knowing about Marcus' evil side.
Nicole0725: Thanks for the spell check. Foreign words aren't my strong point, so it was very helpful.
Guest 1: thanks!
Guest 2: I've said it before, I'll update once every two weeks. Patience is a virtue dude. And rushing me doesn't get you the chapter any sooner.
KyoumouDBZmjj8: Thanks a lot. I really hated those stories with the really girly OCs. I found them really annoying. When I started this, I wanted two things to separate me from the others. A, I wanted to actually finish this. Most people quit early on. I've only read one where the person made it as far as season 2, and they quit right afterwards. And B, I wanted to have a strong, independent character that people found likable. I'm glad that I achieved this goal.
Kihonne: Anyway, disclaimer time! Let's see…seeing as you magically disappeared for this episode, you do it, Eddie.
Eddie: Fine, Kihonne doesn't own me or those Lab Rat twerps. Anything you don't recognize is hers.
Kihonne: On with the story!
Calla's POV
"Yeah, but this is Adam we're talking about. He still thinks that his shoes are called 'left' and 'not left'." Chase argued. It was a particularly boring Friday, and we'd been trying to decide all last period who was dumber; Adam or my brother. So far, Adam was winning.
"Hey guys!" I called as Adam, Bree, and Leo walked down the stairs from the last period classes; History, Spanish, and English. "How was class?"
"Awesome!" Adam exclaimed. "Someone keeps leaving me a little piece of gum stuck to the bottom of my desk. Is that nice of them?"
"Adam, please tell me you didn't…and you did." Chase finished as Adam blew a large, pink bubble. I looked at Chase.
"Fine you win. Jay's smarter." I told him. He grinned triumphantly. Leo looked up, an annoyed look on his face.
"Guys, don't look now but here comes that guy none of us like." He warned. We all looked to where Marcus was standing.
"M-dog!" Adam, Bree, and Chase greeted much to our annoyance. Marcus grinned.
"Hey guys!" he replied. Leo glared at his siblings.
"Wait, hold the phone. Hold the phone. Hold the freaky-deaky phone." He pushed them away from their newest friend. "M-dog?"
"Yeah, bros call each other by nicknames." Chase explained. Leo looked offended.
"I'm your actual bro and you don't call me by a nickname!" he snapped.
"Actually we do, we just choose not to do it in your presence, Mr. Tiny McLittlestein." I told him, remembering the nickname Jessica had given him so many months ago. We all laughed, except for Leo.
"Hey Marcus, what are you up to this weekend?" Bree asked, curious. Marcus sighed.
"My dad's out of town so I'll be stuck home alone with my grandma." He replied. I gasped, catching his mistake.
"HA!" I yelled, pointing at Marcus and getting everyone's attention. "You said your grandma was dead."
"The other grandma!" Marcus snapped. "Bt thanks for reminding me."
"Calla!" Chase scolded. I glared at him.
"I wish I could stay with one of you guys for the weekend." Marcus said aloud. Leo smirked.
"And I wish you weren't a spastic sociopath with abandonment issues." He said. Wow, I stifled a laugh. Man, Leo could be vicious when someone pissed him off.
"Or a deranged freak with no life whatsoever." I added. Chase looked at both of us disapprovingly.
"Leo, Calla, give it a rest." Chase told us. Leo looked at him.
"Chase, none of us are safe until the FBI responds to my request for a background check on this 'M-dog'." Leo retorted.
"Leo, shut up, or I'll get Calla's duct tape out of her locker." Bree told him. I looked at her.
"Uh, no. That's for pranks and textbook mishaps only. And in the case that Kaitlin finally goes nuts." She rolled her eyes at me.
"Look Marcus, I'm sure you can stay with us. I'll just check with Mr. Davenport." Chase told him. Marcus frowned.
"You call your dad Mr. Davenport?" he asked. Chase froze.
"Um, no. But you do. And I wanted to make sure you knew who I was talking about." He covered.
"Um, okay. Cool." He grinned. "Thanks guys."
The last bell of the day rang and Marcus left to go home. I looked and saw that I was missing my bag. "Oh, crap. I left my bag in my locker. BRB."
I ran off to go get my bag. Suddenly, Chase yelled "Calla, watch out!"
I turned around and saw a football come right at me, then change it's direction in mid-air. It landed a few feet away from me. I looked at Chase, who still hand his arm reached out.
I looked back at the football. How did it change directions like that? Chase certainly didn't touch it, yet it acted as if he had made it turn. The others had similar looks of confusion on their faces.
"Chase? What just happened?" I asked slowly.
"Did you just…" Adam trailed off, unsure of how to explain it. For once, we were all at a loss for words.
"I think I just moved that ball with my mind." Chase said slowly, as if he wasn't too sure about it either.
"I didn't know you could do that." Leo knew perfectly well that he shouldn't be able to, but was just trying to clarify.
"Neither did I." Chase was still shocked. Adam smirked.
"If you can do that with your mind, I wonder what I can do with mine." He wondered aloud. Bree put a hand on her older brother's shoulder.
"We've all been wondering that for years." She assured him. He grinned. Chase looked at me.
"Do you know what that was?" he asked. I shrugged.
"Well, unless you've magically gotten real life super powers, I've no idea what you just did. But maybe Mr. Davenport does." I said. Chase nodded.
"We could check his computer." He suggested. I nodded.
"Sure, let's do that." I agreed, grabbing my bag from my locker and shutting it. "Let's go."
Xxx
"Chase, this is amazing!" Leo said as we walked into the lab. I ran ahead of the short boy and started accessing Mr. Davenport's files. "You can move things with your mind! You're like a really cool magician!"
"If there was such thing as a really cool magician." I joked. Leo nodded.
"True." He agreed. Chase shook his head.
"It was probably just a fluke." He decided. "It's not as if everything around me is going to start flying through the air." He waved his hand and everything around him started flying through the air. "Uh-oh."
"I'm going to go tell Mr. Davenport about this." Bree said, standing up from the only chair that didn't go flying. Chase shook his head.
"No!" he objected. "If this is a glitch, and Mr. Davenport finds out about it, he won't let me go to school anymore."
"Hold up Chase, we're not sure if it's a glitch." I said, pulling up the files about their bionics. It was password protected.
"Please tell me you know the password." Chase begged. I laughed.
"It's easy enough to guess." I told him. "He has the same password for everything. M-E." I typed in the two capital letters and the files opened. "Ta-da!"
"Just find…whatever this is." Chase ordered. I searched through the files.
"Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing…wait a second." I stopped at one file, scanning it briefly. "You may want to take a look at this one."
"What's it say?" Adam asked. I read it again.
"You guys all have bionic abilities hidden within your chips." I announced. "Chase discovered one of them. It's officially called molecular kinesis, but more commonly known as telekinesis. You can move objects by manipulating the energy around them."
"Seriously?" Chase read the words over my shoulder. "Awesome!"
"Hey Calla, can you unlock your ability to use smaller words?" Adam asked me. I sighed, and then smiled at him.
"Chase can use the force." I told him. We'd just watched a Star Wars marathon last week with my friend Faith, so I knew he'd understand what I meant. He gasped.
"No way! My brother's a Jedi!" he gasped. I laughed.
"Wait, what about our hidden abilities? You said we all have them." Bree demanded. I tried to access the rest of it, but instead of giving me access, it shut me out. Completely.
"What? Come on! Sorry guys, Mr. Davenport must have put a security lock on it. You guys will just have to discover them on your own." I told them. They all looked at each other curiously, then Adam gasped.
"Ooh! Maybe my new ability is that I can speak Russian!" he exclaimed before trying it out. "Testing, testing. Is this Russian?"
We all shook our heads sadly at him. "Keep looking." Bree told him. Chase looked at me.
"What abilities do YOU think we have?" he questioned. I frowned.
"Why are you asking me?" I demanded.
"Well, you work with him. You'd have the best idea." Bree replied. I thought about it and shrugged.
"Not sure. It'd be pretty cool if it was something like atmoskinesis, pyrokinesis, flying, invisibility, telepathy, intangibility, geoleaping, shape shifting…" I started listing off all the super-hero powers I could think of, but trailed off when I saw them staring at me.
"Wow, and I thought I read too many comic books." Leo commented. I rolled my eyes.
"You lot go upstairs." I ordered, pointing the elevator. I looked at Chase. "We're gonna try and figure out how to control this thing."
Chase nodded eagerly as his siblings left. I pointed to a shelf above the capsules. "Okay, Adam hid my IPod up there yesterday to annoy me and I can't get it down, so you do it."
"You don't really want to practice, do you?" Chase guessed. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Just get me my stinking IPod!" I ordered.
Chase's POV
"Hey, Mr. Davenport?" Bree asked as we all walked upstairs. We'd all agreed to keep the hidden ability stuff a secret until we knew more, so Bree wasn't about to tell him about my telekinesis, much to my relief.
"Yeah, what's up guys?" He asked as we all sat down.
"Is it alright if Marcus spends the weekend here?" Adam asked. "His dad is away and he doesn't want to spend it with his not-dead grandma."
Mr. Davenport gave Adam a look. "Oh, and can Calla stay too?" Bree asked. "That was I won't be the only girl in a house full of apes."
"No!" Leo objected, running down the stairs. Calla looked at him, clearly offended.
"Thanks, I feel so loved." She commented. Leo shook his head.
"No, you can stay, but not Marcus. He's an evil two-faced liar. And also, a Sagittarius."
"Excuse me? I totally agree with everything you said, but I don't get what being a Sagittarius has to do with anything?" Calla questioned.
"They're shifty." He explained. Bree looked offended.
"I'm a Sagittarius." She exclaimed. Leo nodded.
"I rest my case." He replied. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I got up to answer it.
"Look guys, this isn't the best weekend. I've got a lot…" I opened the door and Marcus walked in, holding a backpack and a sleeping bag.
"Marcus?" I was a little surprised to see him. "What a surprise. We were just talking about you."
Leo jumped over the couch to greet him. "And and let me catch you up to speed. You're two-faced, and no one likes you. Please leave."
Marcus laughed. "I love this little guy. So full of fire." He patted Leo's head affectionately, then turned to Mr. Davenport.
"Mr. Davenport, my dad left before my grandma got there and I was all alone, and this is the only place that I feel safe, and please don't make me leave." He hugged Mr. Davenport tightly. Bree was smiling at Marcus sympathetically, Adam was trying not to laugh, Mr. Davenport was freaked out, Leo was glaring at him, and Calla was making gagging motions.
"Alright, you can stay." Mr. Davenport gave in. He sort of had this thing about people crying. It was the one thing he despised more than the conversation not being about himself. Bree had used this to her advantage quite a lot, which is why she owned a cell phone, a laptop, and more clothes than the mall did.
Marcus grinned, but before he could say anything, Mr. Davenport's watch started beeping. Calla's hand reached for her pocket, then pulled out her vibrating phone. I looked at her. And mouthed the words: What's up?
"What's that?" Marcus asked curiously. Calla looked at me nervously. She mouthed a single word: Mission
"That…that means it's happy time." Mr. Davenport grinned widely. "And how about you stay here and be happy while we go other there and be happy."
Mr. Davenport grabbed the five of us and pulled us into the kitchen area while Marcus stood idly by the couch. "Guys, that was the mission alarm. We have to get down to the lab immediately." Mr. Davenport hissed. "Leo and Calla, you two distract Marcus."
"What?" Leo demanded. "No. No. No."
"I'd rather die." Calla said seriously, at the same time. I warned her with my eyes that Marcus was walking up behind him.
"Marcus, we'll be right back. We have to…go pick up a pizza." Bree lied as Mr. Davenport and Adam ran downstairs.
"All of you?" Marcus questioned. I looked at Bree.
"It's an extra large?" I suggested. Bree grabbed my arm and pulled me downstairs, leaving Calla and Leo to entertain Marcus.
"What's going on?" I demanded as we reached the lab. Mr. Davenport was already at the computer while Adam was getting our mission supplies ready.
"There's a crisis at my space station." Mr. Davenport explained. I gasped.
"You have a space station?" I demanded. He looked at me as if I was an idiot…or Adam.
"Yeah." He said it as if it was obvious. "I'm building the world's first intergalactic tourist destination. Key word first and tourists. Ka-ching! Watch the earth rise from your hotel room as you enjoy all the comforts of home, like oxygen and gravity." he grinned.
"Man, I have always wanted to go to space." Astrology was by far my favourite class. Mr. Davenport nodded.
"Well, you're about to get your wish." He told me. "A meteor shower struck the station and an asteroid breached the hull. It's gassing out. If we don't so something soon, it's going to re-enter the earth's atmosphere and disintegrate, along with all my crew members on board."
"Our first rescue mission! In space!" Adam exclaimed. "Wait, from now on, I'm going to need you all to refer to me by my code name, Space Cadet."
Bree and I bit back laughs. "Got news for you buddy; we've been calling you by your code name for years." Bree told him. Adam grinned happily as Mr. Davenport handed out the ear pieces.
"Okay, you guys don't have much training for space, but since people's lives are in danger, I'm going to talk you through it." Mr. Davenport promised. "Chase, as usual, you are our mission leader."
I nodded, a little prideful of that. "Now, you're mission suits are not equipped for zero-gravity so there are three space suits in the shuttle. Lift off is in five minutes."
"What about Marcus?" I asked. We couldn't just leave him alone in the house with Calla and Leo, mainly because of their strange hatred of him.
"I don't know. I guess I'm going to have to call his not-dead grandma." Mr. Davenport said, walking upstairs to catch Calla and Leo up to speed.
"Chase, if you're going to be our mission leader, you have to tell Davenport about your telekinesis. If you can't control it, you're putting us all at risk." Bree told me seriously.
"Don't worry. I already talked to him about it and he deactivated it. So I'm good to be your mission leader." I lied. To be completely honest, I hadn't even mentioned it to him, nor had I figured out how to control it. Calla and I spent an hour trying to figure it out and by the end of it, all we had was a severely damaged IPod.
"Oh, I'm your mission leader." Adam mocked in a girly voice. "Why don't you just put it on a T-shirt so everyone knows when you walk into a room?"
I smirked, and pulled a blue T-shirt out of my bag. It read in big, bold silver letters: Mission Leader. "I did." I grinned. Adam smirked, much to my surprise.
"Fine, but when the aliens show up, you're getting probed first." He grinned at Bree, took his mission supplies bag and left.
Calla's POV
Okay, yes Mr. Davenport told us both to distract Marcus, but I really wasn't paying any attention. And Leo was doing such a great job. Okay, not really. But I was distracted. I was trying to find a chance to sneak down into the lab. I felt bad about leaving Leo alone with Marcus, but I HAD to know what was going on. What was the mission? How could I help?
Finally, Mr. Davenport ran upstairs. I stood up as he grabbed Leo, dragging him away from Marcus. "Hey Marcus, I have to borrow Leo and Calla for a second. Something went horribly wrong with the pizza."
He dragged the two of us into a corner. "What's going on? Which one of your inventions malfunctioned?" I demanded. Mr. Davenport looked at me, offended. "Oh, come on! Ten to one, that's the reason there's a mission!"
"The mission is very complicated." He told us. "I had to send Adam, Bree, and Chase into space."
"They're in space!" Leo and I both gasped. Not fair! I've always wanted to go into space.
"Quiet!" Mr. Davenport hissed, looking back at Marcus uneasily. He was going through his phone, texting someone.
"You sent them into space, while we're here making small talk to a narcissistic commitment folk who nine out of ten women wouldn't take home to meet their mother?" Leo demanded, holding up a magazine. Mr. Davenport looked at it briefly, then back at us. I crossed my arms.
"I think we deserve combat pay for this." I said. Mr. Davenport sighed. Then I looked back at the living room. "BTW, Marcus is gone."
Mr. Davenport spun around and ran into the now empty room. "Where'd he go?"
"Probably dangling my hamster out of my window on the second floor." Leo suggested. I looked at him in mock horror.
"Not Mr. Fluffly!" I gasped. He smirked. Mr. Davenport looked at us.
"We need to find him now." He started to go look, but Leo stopped him.
"I believe Calla mentioned combat pay." He said subtly. Mr. Davenport sighed and pulled out a wad of five, giving me and Leo each four.
"Fine, combat pay." He agreed. I smirked and pocketed the money.
"Just to be clear, this does not cover my gas, mileage, food…" Leo said before Mr. Davenport pushed him towards the stairs.
"Find him!" he ordered. I nodded and went to search the main floor. About twenty minutes later, I gave up looking for him and headed to the elevator. Leo was already waiting.
"Couldn't find him?" he guessed. I shook my head.
"Where the hell is Eddie?" I wondered. Leo shrugged and we went down to the lab to check on the mission's progress. I walked out ahead of Leo and sat down at my laptop.
"Hey Marcus." I nodded at the boy in Bree's capsule. I started typing a few things in, then realized that Marcus was in the lab. "Marcus!"
"Calla, Leo, have you two found…oh, I see you did." Mr. Davenport yelled, coming from behind us. Marcus opened the capsule door.
"What is this place?" he asked in awe. Me and Leo exchanged panicky looks. "What are these?"
"Those…Calla, tell him what they are." Mr. Davenport said, pushing me forward. I said the first thing that came to mind.
"Washing machines?" I suggested. Mr. Davenport pushed me away.
"Yes, washing machines. Those are my high tech, industrial washing machines." He lied. "Each load costs a hundred and fifty quarters."
Marcus nodded, completely convinced. I grabbed his wrist and started to lead him away. "Okay, back up stairs you little weirdo."
He stopped and looked at Mr. Davenport with such an innocent look on his face. "I want to watch you work." He begged.
"No." The three of us replied in unison. Mr. Davenport began to lead Marcus away.
"Now is not really a good time for visitors." He told Marcus, then he turned to us. "I will be back before the 'rinse cycle' has enough 'space' to 'land'."
I nodded and sat down at my desk. "Got it." Leo told him. "Until you're back, we will make it our 'mission' to 'control' the 'rinse cycle'." Mr. Davenport smiled proudly. "But I think the rinse cycle might need more of a payload."
Mr. Davenport glared at him, then brought Marcus out of the room. I laughed and grinned at Leo as my computer accessed the cameras and video feeds connected to the space shuttle.
"Nice one Leo. Nice one." He grinned and pulled up a seat besides me.
Chase's POV
When we got into the shuttle, four people sat waiting for us. They stood up as we walked in.
"Greetings, space people!" Adam exclaimed. "We come in peace from a planet called Earth."
I rolled my eyes. "Adam, they're from Earth too." Bree told him. He shook his head.
"No, that's what they want you to think. But you see her over there?" he pointed to the only woman of the group. "She'd about to pull her head off and become queen of the alien squid people. Wait for it…wait for it…" The woman's fellow astronauts stepped away from her cautiously. "Wait for it…"
I ignored him and greeted the astronauts. "Hello everyone, sorry we're late, but the Milky Way is a bear this time of night." None of them even cracked a smile. I frowned. Calla would have laughed, at least. Then maybe threw a pillow or pencil at me for making stupid puns, but at least she would have laughed.
"Alright people." Bree pushed me out of the way. "You're safe now. So, single file to the back of the shuttle. Oh, and your in-flight movie is me, talking about my boy problems. Whoo-hoo." Bree actually sounded excited about that. The astronauts started to walk out.
"Wait for it…" Adam said one last time. The woman looked at him, then filed out with the others. I turned to him and Bree.
"Alright, let's get to work." I said before dashing to the computer. I tapped a couple of keys, and the shuttle's status appeared. "There isn't much time." I told them, reading the 85% breached alert. "The hull's breach is compromising the integrity of the station. Not to mention, there's an asteroid shower heading our way."
"Okay, I've got the tool we need to fix the hull." Adam said, swinging the tool around his fingers.
"Adam, be careful with that! It's not a toy." I told him, worried that he'd drop it. He rolled his eyes, a goofy grin on his face.
"Not unless you give it its own voice." He told me, before speaking a squeaky voice. "Hey, look at me, I'm a toy."
I snatched the tool out of his hands and placed it on the table next to us. "Let's just contact Mr. Davenport to get our instructions." I said.
I tapped a few more keys, bringing up the connection between the shuttle and the lab. But instead of Mr. Davenport, we were greeted by Calla.
"Earth here, Commander Parker speaking." She grinned. We all looked at her in surprise.
"Calla? Where's Mr. Davenport?" Bree demanded. Calla shrugged, a worried look on her face.
"He went to drop Marcus off, but he should have been back ages ago!" she replied. I looked at her.
"Do you think you can help us?" I asked hopefully. She nodded, but before she could speak, the screen moved and Leo grinned on screen.
"Before any of that happens, I need a few souvenirs." He told us. "A space helmet, space rocks, space soap, a space towel, those tiny little space shampoos, shampoos, not conditioners…" I shut down the screen, knowing that he wasn't close to being done.
"Great!" I complained. "How is Adam supposed to go out into space and fix the breached hull if we don't have Mr. Davenport here to tell him how to do it?"
In my frustration, I lost control of my molecular kinesis and accidently sent the tool we needed flying. It hit the wall hard, then dropped to the ground. It was broken in two pieces. I froze as my siblings gave me angry looks.
"Chase," Bree said slowly. "Did your deactivated telekinesis just destroy the tool we need to fix the damaged hull?"
"No." I lied. She glared at me, furious.
"You lied to us!" she accused. "You never even told Davenport about it did you?"
"If I had told him about it, he would never have let me go into pace." I objected. Adam nodded.
"Wait, so our mission leader just messed up the mission?" he confirmed. Then, the beamed. "FOR ONCE IT WASN'T ME!"
"We have to talk to Mr. Davenport, he'll know what to do." I told them, running over to the computer. I turned the screen back on, but Leo was still listing off what he wanted.
"…space chocolates, space toffee, a Martian, moon cheese, space pizza…" I hit the screen again.
"Well, at least we know what Leo wants from the gift shop!" Bree cried, frustrated. "What are we going to do?"
I shrugged, completely idealess. "Wait." Adam said suddenly, his voice serious. "What if I use my heat vision to seal the pieces of the hull back together?"
"Adam, that's a great idea!" Bree exclaimed. She turned to me. "Chase, hand over your T-shirt."
"What? No way!" I objected. "Let's just go! Come on! Go!" I ushered my siblings into the room with the space helmets and tethers.
"Okay, the visor is designed to let your heat vision through." I told my brother as Bree handed him his helmet. "But whatever you do, don't open it, or your face will explode."
He grimaced, then nodded. Bree started to attach the tether.
"Adam, I'm connecting this tether to you." She informed him. He began to chuckle. "It will keep you connected to the station so you won't drift off."
"Tether." Adam laughed. "That's a funny word. Tether. Tether, tether, tether, tether…"
We walked out of the room and the door shut behind us. He put on the helmet and nodded. I hit the button to release him into space.
"Tether, tether, tether…" he continued over the ear pieces.
"Adam, just find the panel!" I ordered. He looked around and saw it.
"Oh, I see it!" he told us as he drifted closer to it. I heard the sound of his heat vision and moving metal. "I did it. I did it!" He announced proudly. Suddenly, there was an electrical static. "Uh-oh."
"Adam? What was that?" I demanded. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to because he floated out in front of us, holding his broken tether.
"Oh no!" Bree cried. "His heat vision severed the tether! He's drifting out into space!"
"Uh, Bree? We have another problem. Adam, watch out!" I yelled, spotting the incoming asteroid. He started screaming. "Use your super-strength to punch it apart!"
He hit the asteroid and it broke into a million pieces. "Ow!" he complained. Bree ran into the room where one tether and helmet remained.
"What are you doing?" I demanded. She handed me a tether and turned around.
"I've got to go save him!" she told me. "Help me attach the tether."
I attached the tether and handed her a helmet. "Just be careful out there."
"I will." She promised and she put it on. I walked out, the door shut behind me and my sister headed out into space. I watched helplessly as she tried to reach Adam.
"Adam, hold on! I'm coming!" she promised him.
"Hold on to what?" he replied. She reached out for him as she hit the end of the tether, but they were at least a meter apart. There was no way she could get to him.
"I can't reach; the tether's too short!" she exclaimed.
"It's not going to work; I'm drifting away!" Adam yelled. I clenched my fists. I HATED not being able to help. Then I got an idea.
"Wait, maybe I can use my telekinesis to bring him closer to you." I suggested.
"Chase, you can't control it. What if he goes flying off into space?" Bree told me, not liking the idea.
"Already doing it!" Adam yelled. "I say go for it!"
I focused as hard as I could, imagining Adam moving closer to Bree. But nothing was happening. "It's not working!" I exclaimed. "Maybe it doesn't work on people!"
"Chase, you have to try harder! It's our last hope!" Bree told me. I focused, and suddenly, Adam began to move. He drifted slowly at first, but then picked up speed until finally, Bree was able to grab his hand.
"I got him!" she announced, relief evident in her voice.
"Yes!" I grinned. "Who's the telekinesis master? Me, that's who!" I did a little victory dance, but stopped when Adam and Bree yelled at me. Apparently, I had been moving them too.
"Sorry!" I called sheepishly, then ran to reel them in.
Calla's POV
"Oh, for God's sake, GIVE ME THAT!" I snatched the computer screen from Leo as he continued to go on and on about what he wanted from space. Seriously, who the heck wanted space underwear?
"Chase?" I tried to activate the connection, but for some reason, no one was picking up. "Chase? Bree, Adam? Where are you guys?"
"Hey, on my way home, I discovered what that little red light on the dashboard of my hydrogen car means." Mr. Davenport said, walking in. "It means you're out of hydrogen and you're walking home."
"Wonderful." I muttered. Mr. Davenport pushed my chair and me out of the way. I pulled out my IPod, knowing that he would have no better luck than I did. Plus, I hadn't gotten a chance to see how badly Chase had damaged it when it had gone flying into the lab doors.
"How's the mission going? Guys? What's the status of the space station? Are you there?" he demanded.
"Yup, right here." I looked over and saw Adam, Bree, and Chase walk in.
"Oh." Mr. Davenport looked a little surprised to see that they were done. He'd only been gone for like…an hour! "Hello."
They all dropped their bags, very annoyed. "Where were you?" Chase demanded.
"You totally abandoned us, and the entire mission!" Bree accused.
"Adam floated out into space and almost became the world's dumbest satellite!" Chase exclaimed. "And he would have, if I hadn't stumbled upon my telekinesis!"
Mr. Davenport stared at him as Chase realized what he said. "Oh. Also, I stumbled upon my telekinesis."
"How did you find out about that?" Mr. Davenport questioned. Chase crossed his arms.
"I think the more important question is; how could you not have told me sooner?" Mr. Davenport didn't know what to say to that.
"Mr. Davenport?" Bree questioned. "What other abilities do I have? Because I vote for the ability to see into the future and see myself far, far away from all of this." She gestured at her brothers, who looked offended.
Mr. Davenport sighed. "Yes, it's true. You all have abilities that you don't know about, but I can't tell you what they are or when they'll appear."
"Why not?" I questioned, raising my hand like we did in school.
"Because I don't know what they all are or when they'll appear."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Chase demanded. Mr. Davenport sighed.
"Look, there's certain things I can't tell you right now, but it's for your own good. Strange things will continue to happen and I promise eventually I'll give you the answers you're looking for." He assured them. "But for now, you just have to trust me."
"But Mr. Davenport-" Chase started to object, but Mr. Davenport cut him off.
I need you to trust me." He told us. All of us. "And you have to be careful who you allow into your lives. We had a close call today. Marcus found the lab."
Adam, Bree, and Chase stared at him. "What?"
Leo and I exchanged looks. "Hm." Leo pondered aloud. "Who would have guessed that Marcus coming here would lead to bad things?" They all rolled their eyes. "I'll tell you who! It was Mr. Tiny McLittlestein and his side kick…" he trailed off trying to think of a nickname for me. "Calla."
"What? I don't get a nickname?" I questioned. They all smirked, except for Mr. Davenport.
"We're just lucky I came down when I did, because he could have discovered all of our secrets." I looked at him.
"Actually, I was down here first…" I said. Adam suddenly gasped. He looked at me and pointed to my hands.
"How did you get your IPod back?" he demanded.
Marcus' POV
"What? I don't get a nickname?" Calla questioned. Most of them smiled, except for Davenport.
"We're just lucky I came down when I did, because he could have discovered all of our secrets." He said. Calla glanced at him.
"Actually, I was down here first…" she said slowly. Adam gasped and pointed to her broken IPod, which was sitting in her hands.
"How did you get your IPod back?" he demanded.
I looked at my dad/boss with a smirk. "Everything went exactly as planned." I informed him. "The lab was right where you said it would be and they have no idea that there's a microscopic spy-cam recording their every move."
I handed him the IPad se he could see for himself. The Lab Rat, along with the twerps Calla and Leo were talking amongst themselves about their latest mission and Chase's newfound powers.
"We've got them right where we want them."
Kihonne: wow, Marcus is evil, and the way he lifts his eyebrows creeps me out. Anyone else think it's creepy? Anyway, that's the end of season 1! Now we can get onto season 2, which will be ten times better! I'm promising more romance, more action, and definitely more chapters.
I'm not sure how long it's going to take me to do Speed Trapped, but I DO have the "Who is Marcus?" mini series done. My plan is to get that up, along with a special Christmas chapter sometime in the next few weeks, then give you Speed Trapped and Missin' The Mission both in one day, hopefully before New Years. You'll end up with at least five chapters just in December, so that's good.
Anyway, I'll stop babbling now and let you guys review. See ya!
