Twas the Mission before Christmas
Kihonne: Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukah! Whatever you celebrate, you better be happy. This is my very special Christmas gift to you: A Lab Rats Christmas chapter! Sorry if I'm a little hyper, but we made Christmas cookies last night and I sort of ate a LOT of them…Anyway, shout-out time!
SynisterSciFiFreak: I'm glad you found it so funny!
Nicole0725: I know I haven't put that chapter up yet. I said that the Who Is Marcus video series led up to Season 2. In the original, it showed a clip from Speedtrapped, the same episode where Marcus tries to drown Leo. That's why I included that comment.
Fanfictionlover211: I'm glad you like it.
Asia: So do I. I actually never intended for them to be that close, but I ended up writing their relationship that way. I think it's better though, seeing as they're both the normal ones and have to deal with things without the help of bionics.
Kihonne: Oh, and since it's Christmas, Santa Claus will be doing the disclaimer today!
Santa: Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas! Kihonne does not own Lab Rats, just whatever you don't recognize.
Leo's POV
I frowned, trying to think. I had a decision to make. A big one. And it would have to be the right one. Finally, I made my choice. "Do you have any fours?"
"Nope!" Calla replied cheerfully. "Go fish!"
Calla and I were sitting on the couch, playing goldfish while my mom went through our Christmas cards. Big D was going through some last minute reports in the lab, Bree was checking out the decorations, and Adam was making cookies while dressed as Santa. Chase was no where to be seen.
I picked up a card as Calla looked at her hand. "You got any Queens?"
"Seriously?" I complained, handing her my three Queens. "How did you know I had them?"
"Because I'm the queen, that's why." Calla replied. She looked up as Big D walked into the room.
"Thanks again for letting me stay here for Christmas while my parents and brother are visiting my grandfather." Calla smiled gratefully. I looked at her.
"Why didn't you want to go with them?" I asked. Calla made a face.
"Because he hates me, smells like ham, and won't let me bring my laptop or cell phone into the house!" she complained. Big D cracked a smile.
"Well you can use all the electronics you want here." He assured her. Adam hugged the microwave, a horrified expression on his face.
"Not Charles!" he exclaimed. We all looked at him.
"You named the microwave Charles?" I questioned. He nodded, still holding onto the microwave for dear life.
"Alright Adam, I won't touch…Charles." Calla assured him. He grinned and put it back on the counter. Then he walked over with a tray of uncooked cookie dough.
"Anyone want a cookie?" he asked. I frowned.
"Those aren't even cooked." I informed him. He looked surprised.
"Oh, okay. Give me-" "Hold up!" Calla raised her hand to stop him. She snatched a fist full of cookie dough off the tray and popped a bit of it into her mouth.
"What?" she asked when she saw us staring. "It tastes much better uncooked."
"Adam?" I looked at him and he used his heat vision to cook the rest of them. Unfortunately, most of them caught fire. I looked at Calla. "Smart idea."
She smiled. "Thanks, but I'm not sharing."
Bree walked in from outside, looking a little peeved. "Why is our house covered in blinking lights? People already think we're weird, we don't need to shine a light on it!"
"Oh, I put them there. I want Santa to come to our house first." Adam said simply. Bree shook her head.
"Adam, we all love Christmas, but this is a little over the top." She told him. Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and Chase hopped in, tied up in Christmas lights. We all tried not to laugh. "That however, is spot on." Bree high fived Adam. Chase glared at him.
"Not funny Adam!" he shouted. Adam pointed to the door.
"Get back up on the roof! You're ruining my display!" he accused. Chase gave him a look.
"I'm just lucky that a racoon chewed me free." He snapped. Calla went to help untie him, but stopped when we heard the familiar mission alarm.
"Everyone, lab, now!" Big D ordered. We all bolted downstairs. Once we hit the lab floor, Calla stopped.
"We forgot Chase, didn't we?" she asked. I nodded.
"Oh yeah. Totally." I replied. Calla ran back upstairs to get Chase as Mr. Davenport started to explain what was going on.
"The alert is coming from facility X, my research center in the frozen tundra." He explained. I looked at him, offended.
"Hey! Who's the mission specialist here?" I demanded. I turned to Adam and Bree just as Chase and Calla were rushing into the room. "The alert is coming from facility X, Big D's research center in the frozen tundra."
"Wait, the tundra's near the north pole." Adam realized. Then he gasped. "Santa needs our help! You wrap, you tape, and I'll go hang with the elves."
"Dr. Evans? Are you there?" Calla asked. We turned to see her typing away at the keyboard. Suddenly, a man's face appeared on the screen.
"Yeah, I'm here!" he yelled. "Although, there's been a major volcanic eruption nearby and we're experiencing aftershocks. I'm afraid if we don't act fa…" the transmission died.
"Oh, Merry Christmas to you too, Dr. Evans!" Adam said as Calla tried to regain communications. "Rude."
"Sorry guys, I know the timing's not ideal." Big D told them.
"It's okay Mr. Davenport." Chase replied. "We know what we have to do."
Adam nodded. "Yep. Let's crack open some eggnog and hit it hard after the new year." He ran off to get the Christmas drink. Bree ran to get him while Chase grabbed their mission suits. Calla and Big D kept trying to re-contact Dr. Evans. Meanwhile, I pulled out some carrot sticks I found in Calla's snack bin for when she got hungry down in the lab.
"I can't believe you guys had to go on a mission on Christmas Eve." I complained. I looked at Big D. "Just to be clear, I don't have to wait for them to open my presents, do I?"
"Well, I'm not going to let this ruin my Christmas spirit." Adam said. He looked at Calla. "Hat me!"
She laughed and tossed him a red Santa hat. Chase looked at Adam and he pulled it on. "Really Adam? A Santa hat with the mission suits?"
"Hey, if the ladies at the bank can wear them at work, so can I." Adam retorted.
"I can't re-establish contact with Dr. Evans. The volcano must have blocked out satellite communications." Big D said. Calla looked worried.
"Crap. The ear pieces won't work without satellite." She looked worriedly at the others. "Leo, Mr. Davenport and I won't be able to talk to you guys."
"Well, it will be hard getting through a mission without the constant sound of Leo crunching on carrot sticks." Chase replied sarcastically. Calla smirked. I wasn't pleased.
"Hey! You know I'm a stress eater!" I snapped. Chase shook his head in amusement.
"See you guys later." He said as they left the room. Calla sighed.
"Come on. Let's go see what's on TV." She suggested. I followed her upstairs, although I knew the only thing that she would find was Christmas specials. In the end, she decided to teach me a card game called Spit. Apparently, her brother taught her. We played for a while, sipping hot cocoa and munching on cookies.
A few games later, the door bell rang. "I got it!" I called to my mom and Big D. I looked at Calla. "It's probably grandma with her holiday feast."
"Or maybe some carollers." Calla suggested. I opened the door and saw neither. I saw a face that I was sure was part of the movie The Nightmare before Christmas. I saw Principal Perry.
"Hey Dooley." She greeted. I screamed and shut the door. Everyone inside was looking at me strangely.
"Code red. Turn out the lights and everybody hide." Calla and I hid behind the couch as my mom went to open the door.
"Hi…Principal Perry?" My mom was surprised to see her.
"I'm with Leo and Calla. I'll be behind the tree." Big D said, backing away. My mom stopped him and turned to Principal Perry.
"Sorry to bother you." Principal Perry apologized before my mom could speak. "But I ran into some car trouble while doing one of my favourite yuletide traditions."
"Oh, were you driving around looking at Christmas lights?" My mom asked. Principal Perry shook her head.
"No. I was tearing through puddles, trying to splash carollers." She replied cheerfully. "Anyway, I took a corner too fast and accidently ran over some of your decorations."
She pulled out a flattened Santa Claus. It had tire marks right through it, as if she had been trying to hit it. "Nice aim." Big D replied. "What are you driving? A tractor?"
"I'm stuck. I popped a tire and my cell phone's dead. Although I would be surprised if I managed to get any cell phone service up here on Rich Man Mountain." Principal Perry reached for our home phone.
"Actually, we like to call it Billionaire Beau." Big D corrected. Principal Perry glared at him.
"On the phone." She told him, then grabbed Calla's hot cocoa.
"Hey! That's mine!" Calla exclaimed.
"Oh, shut it Parker." Principal Perry snapped. Calla shrunk back, afraid of her. Finally, someone picked up on the other end. "Hello? Harry? I had another accident. I'm going to need a tow…No! The cat wasn't driving this time…uh-huh…what? Great!" she slammed the phone down and looked at us. "There's only one driver tonight, and thirty people ahead of me on the list."
"Hey, I have a bike pump, let's see if that works." I suggested, trying to get the Satan's devil spawn out of my house. My mom glared at me.
"Leo!" she scolded. "Principal Perry, what are your Christmas plans?"
"Not much, just enjoying my cats' production of the Nutcracker with me as the stage." Both Calla and I were appalled at that statement. "The soundtrack comes courtesy of my belly growls."
"You are more than welcome to spend Christmas with us." My mom told her. Big D shook his head.
"No, she's really not." He said. Principal Perry smiled.
"I couldn't!" she said, giving us hope. "At least not without grabbing a few things from my car."
I looked at my mom. "What curse have you brought upon this house?" I demanded.
Chase's POV
When we finally got to facility X, it was night time. We headed inside the building, the temperature far below freezing. Not to mention how dangerous all the volcanic ash was for our health.
The place was a mess, things toppled over and broken machinery on the ground. A voice from behind startled us as we looked over the disaster zone. "Oh good! You made it!"
We turned to see Dr. Evans, wearing a Viking hat with wires around it.
"Did we really just risk our lives to save a guy in a Viking helmet?" Bree demanded. Dr. Evans looked surprised.
"Oh, this?" he took off the helmet. "This is my TV antenna. When the ash cloud clears, I get great reception. All two Eskimo channels."
"Is everything okay here?" I was so hoping he would say yes. I wanted to get back before morning.
"Well, the volcano really shook things up, communications are down, and the pizza guy is four years late." He informed us. "But other than that, I'm good."
Bree groaned. "Great. Another genius with bad jokes. Merry Christmas to me." She said sarcastically, a fake smile on her face. Dr. Evans didn't even notice.
"Wow, I can't believe I'm finally getting the chance to meet the bionic super-humans I've heard so much about." He exclaimed. Adam stared at him.
"You know our secret?" he demanded. "Ah, great. We came to save him and now we have to kill him. Chase, grab his legs. I'll get the bucket. Come on! Calla trained us for this moment!"
I stopped him before he could kill the scientist. "Stop. He's Mr. Davenport's chief scientist; he knows everything about us."
"That's right." Dr. Evans agreed. "Let me show you around."
He took us by our shoulders and spun us around in a circle. "This is my lab/bedroom/kitchen/that's pretty much it."
Bree looked at him in awe. "You live here all alone?" she asked, curious. He nodded. "With no brothers." He shook his head. "Does this place have a guest house?"
"Sorry, this is it." He apologized. "And I'm sorry about the mess. Things have really gone down hill since my hologram wife left me."
We all stared at him, but he grinned. "I'm kidding! We actually get along great."
"Hey guys, check it out! A giant crystal ball! I'm going to ask it a question." Adam called, standing near a glass ball with glowing green rays floating inside of it. "When will Chase start to look like a man?"
"Careful!" Dr. Evans ran and pushed Adam away from the glass ball. "That's a gamma sphere. It's a containment vessel for the most powerful energy known to man; gamma rays. If we can harness these, we can solve the world's energy problem. Davenport and I have been working on this for years."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I've been trying to develop a gamma sphere for Mr. Davenport." There was no way this idiot had finished before me.
"Well, I guess I beat you to it, little guy." Dr. Evans replied. I glared at him. I hated when people treated me like a little kid just because I was a little short for my age. "But don't feel bad. Nobody's perfect. In fact, if they gave out medals for trying, you would have a gold."
I stared at him. "Are you patronizing me?" I demanded. How dare he!
"It's pat-tronzing." He corrected. "And yes."
"You do realize I'm the smartest person on the planet?" I was pissed. He frowned.
"And every time you have to say it, it diminishes it just a little bit." Adam and Bree laughed.
"Are you watching this?" Bree asked Adam. He nodded.
"I can't look away." I glared at Dr. Evans, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Luckily, the sphere wasn't damaged during the eruption." He said, turning back to the gamma sphere. "Even the slightest crack could have had catastrophic consequences."
"Like what?" Adam asked, curious.
"The gamma rays would have blown a hole in the atmosphere and wiped out twenty percent of the population." Dr. Evans explained. Bree smirked.
"Well, that is Davenport Industries. Risking the fate of the world since 1992." She agreed. I looked at Dr. Evans.
"Come on Dr. Evans, we have to get you out of here." I told him. He shook his head.
"I can't leave until I've stabilized a few things. If you all help me, this won't take very long." I smirked.
"Oh. Oh, it won't take long." I assured him. "Because I'm smart."
"You said it again." He told me, making a motion to symbolize my intelligence going down. I gritted my teeth, trying not to yell at the man.
Leo's POV
"This is a few things?" I asked. Principal Perry had just dumped all of her things on our living room floor.
"Oh, I keep my car stocked with supplies in case of an emergency." Principal Perry replied. "Or in case I don't want to walk to the house. Oops! One more thing."
She went back outside and came back with a cat on a leash. Calla smiled.
"Aww…" she liked animals. She took the leash from Principal Perry and lifted the grey coloured feline into her arms.
"You brought your cat?" My mom asked, surprised. Principal Perry walked back outside.
"No," she replied. "I brought my cats."
She rolled in a cart with five cat carriers on it. "But don't worry. You won't even know that Scratch, Thumper, Boom-Boom, Mr. Whiskers, Tingle, and Widget are even here. They'll sleep with me, inside the tent."
"Tent?" Big D repeated. Principal Perry pulled out a tent and quickly set it up in our living room.
"I refuse to sleep on other people's bed linens. And no offence Dooley-Davenports, but I don't know where you've been." She told us. We tried not to take offence to that.
Chase's POV
"Thanks for lending a hand guys." Dr. Evans said as we finished securing the last of the machinery and cases.
"No problem, glad we could help." I replied. "Because you needed it. Yep! Brilliant scientist rescued by a fifteen year old. You sir, are welcome." I walked away to check on the last of the cases. Suddenly, a low grumbling noise echoed around the room.
"What's that noise?" Bree demanded. Adam smiled guiltily.
"Oh, you remember that questionable meatball sandwich I had at the gas station? Question's been answered." He replied.
"No, that sounded like an…" I trailed off as the room started to shake.
"Aftershock!" Dr. Evans and I yelled at the same time. "Brace yourselves!"
I ducked behind the doorframe, holding onto it as my siblings hid beside the two oil tanks, Adam covering Bree in case part of the ceiling broke. After a few seconds, the shaking stopped and a loud alarm went off. "Okay, that was not the meatballs." Adam said. I looked at Dr. Evans to make sure he was okay, but something else caught my eye. Something bad.
"Uh, Dr. Evans?" I pointed at the very visible, large crack in the gamma sphere.
"Oh no!" he gasped as he, Adam, and Bree followed my gaze.
"That looks dangerous." Adam said nervously. "Well, we're going to bounce. Merry Christmas!"
He started to run out of the room, but Bree caught him. Dr. Evans pushed me away from the sphere.
"Don't get to close. If that sphere breaks, the gamma rays will mix with the ash cloud and say goodbye northern hemisphere." I looked at him.
"Can we patch the crack?" I demanded. He looked at me with a patronizing look on his face.
"Patch the crack?" he repeated. I nodded. "Billion dollar technology, unstable energy source, and you want to patch the crack. Sure, let's put a little chewing gum in there and see if that works."
I was seriously getting tired of this guy treating me like I was an idiot. "I'm starting to see why the hologram wife left." I commented dryly. He looked at me, offended.
"Hey, how about I shoot my heat vision at it?" Adam suggested. Bree frowned.
"How would that help?" she asked. Adam shrugged.
"I don't know! It's what I do." He replied. I looked back to see the crack growing wider.
"The more oxygen that gets in that crack, the worse this is going to get." Dr. Evan exclaimed, taking another step back.
"Wait! Maybe I can temporarily contain it with my force field." I suggested. Dr. Evans nodded.
"Right! And I'll come up with a more permanent solution." He agreed, running towards his lab equipment as I created my force field and focused it around the gamma sphere.
"Well, you seem busy, so I'm going to go watch TV." Adam said. I was too focused on the gamma sphere to look back. "What do you recommend? Eskimo 1 or 2?"
Leo's POV
I glared at my evil teacher as she sat in my chair, sighing. My mom was hanging up our stockings, even the one Calla brought from her place. Only Principal Perry didn't have one. "I'm sorry we don't have a stocking for you." My mom apologized. Principal Perry gasped.
"I got it!" she exclaimed, pulling off her sock. She handed it to my mom. "Make sure you push the candy WAY down in there so it fills up my tootsies."
She got up. "I'm going to go squeeze into my Christmas jammies." She announced, running into the tent. Big D looked at us.
"Okay, we have got to get rid of her." Calla shrugged helplessly.
"I agree, but all of my ideas end with us going to jail." She replied. "But if you guys are still willing to risk it, my brother told me about this great body dumping spot that we can use."
We stared at her, unsure if she was serious or not. We decided we were better off not knowing. Principal Perry then got out of the tent, wearing a red one-piece covered in shiny gold bells. I was disgusted to my very core.
"What. Are. You. Wearing?" I was not the only one bothered by the outfit.
"My Christmas PJs." She replied. "Wanna see me belly-dance Frosty the Snowman?" she began to dance and I had just had enough.
Big D, Calla and I ran, not stopping until we reached the safety of the lab. We stayed down there, playing cards and watching Christmas specials until my mom came and told us that Principal Perry was asleep. Then we all snuck to our rooms, praying that she wouldn't wake up.
Chase's POV
"The gamma rays are melting a hole in my force field!" I yelled at Dr. Evans as the rays started to destroy it. "I don't know how much longer I'll be able to contain it."
"You have to. I don't have a fix yet." He called back. I smirked.
"Shocking." I said sarcastically.
"So when these gamma rays hit, we'll be pretty much goners?" he asked. I chuckled.
"Well, we'll be, but you should be fine since your head is full of lead." I replied. Dr. Evans gasped.
"Yes! Lead!" he exclaimed. I followed his thinking right away, but Adam thought that he was being insulted.
"Hey! Dr. Smarty, we just met. You don't have that privilege yet." He snapped.
"No! Lead can contain the gamma rays." I explained. Dr. Evans nodded eagerly.
"Exactly! Davenport made this building out of lead to keep everyone from spying on his secret technology. All we have to do is rig enough explosives to implode on the gamma sphere." He said.
"That's a great idea!" Bree exclaimed. Adam grinned.
"Blowing stuff up on Christmas!" he laughed happily. "It is the most wonderful time of the year."
Leo's POV
Man! I thought that Principal Perry was loud when she was awake. I didn't realize just how loudly she snored. It had woken us all up at five in the morning, and we could barely hear each other as we tried to exchange gifts. So far, I'd gotten the new GTA game, a pair of shoes, three new comic books, and a shirt that read 'Mission Specialist Dooley', all from Adam, Bree, Chase and Calla.
Calla meanwhile had gotten a pair of boots from Adam, a new sketching book from Bree, a snowflake necklace from Chase, and of course, ten bucks from me.
My mom pulled a new scarf out of a box. "Thank you for the scarf Donald!" she yelled over the sound of Principal Perry's snoring.
Big D frowned, unable to hear her. "What?" he yelled. My mom repeated herself. "Oh, you're welcome!"
He got up, walked over to Principal Perry's tent, shook it to shut her up, then looked at me. "What else did you get, Leo?" he asked.
I reached for my nearest present and pulled out what was inside. "I got…socks…wet socks…" I smelled them, then pushed them away. "That have been marked by a cat."
I kicked the socks as far away as possible as my mom got a text. She frowned, looking at it. "Oh, no. Grandma's snowed in. She's not going to make it."
"What?" I demanded. "So, no Adam, no Bree, no Chase, and now no grandma turkey? How much worse can this get?" I lay down on the couch.
The sound of jingling told me Principal Perry was awake. I looked up to see her scratching her behind. "And there's your answer." Calla told me, looking away. I glared at her.
"Merry Christmas, Principal Perry. I hope you slept well." Big D smiled at said woman. She glared back at him.
"Mind your own business!" she snapped. She gasped, seeing the presents. "Ooh! Santa came! What did I get?" She started looking among the presents for a name tag that said 'Terry' on it.
"Hopefully some new PJs because those just ripped." Big D commented, looking anywhere but at Principal Perry. I looked at my principal.
"Um, no one got you…" I started to explain, but my mom cut me off.
"Of course we got you something." She gave me a look that said to be quiet. "It's Christmas. You can't not get a gift on Christmas."
"It would be rude." Principal Perry agreed. My mom reached over for a gift, and grabbed the one nearest to Calla. She handed it to Principal Perry.
She ripped it open to reveal a brand new, state of the art QHT video game system. I'd been begging for one for months. "A new game system? I can exchange this for a nice blouse and two pairs of slacks. The good kind that you don't have to iron or wash."
I looked at the gift in envy, knowing that it should have been mine. "But I asked for a QHT!" I exclaimed. "Worst Christmas ever."
I headed down to the lab, hoping that Adam, Bree, and Chase would be back soon. About half an hour later, Calla sat down beside me, holding a couple of Christmas movie cases.
"Come on." She told me, gesturing to her laptop. Two bowls of popcorn and a plate full of Christmas cookies sat next to it. "We can watch videos on it. My family and I always do this on Christmas morning."
I sighed and followed her, grabbing a bowl of buttery popcorn as she popped in the first movie.
Chase's POV
"Deck the halls with large explosives. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, BOOM!" Adam sang cheerfully as he and Bree set up the explosives.
"Okay!" Bree and I both really wanted him to stop singing. "The charges are set, now all we have to do is light this fuse to start the implosion."
"We'll only have fifteen seconds to get out of the blast zone once the fuse is lit." I told Adam, making sure he wouldn't set off the bombs too early.
"Think we'll make it out in time?" Adam asked, worried. Bree smirked.
"I know I will." She answered. Dr. Evans walked up to him.
"Alright Adam, light the fuse." Adam nodded.
"Alright." He shot a laser at the fuse and I released my force field. The gamma rays started seeping out through the crack the second I did. I ran for the door. Adam and I made t out of the facility first, Bree and Dr. Evans behind us because she had to go back for him.
We hit the ground as the large explosives destroyed the complex. "Mr. Davenport won't be happy about that." Adam commented. No, no he would not.
"Did it work? I can't see anything." Dr. Evans demanded. I patted his shoulder.
"That should wear off." I promised him. "We need to get you out here. Adam, where's the transport?"
"I parked it in the garage under Facility X." he replied. We all, with the exception of Dr. Evans, looked at the destroyed facility. Bree sighed and stepped forward.
"Alright, Dr. Evans, hop on. You're first." She got ready for him to get on her back so she could speed him to safety. Instead, the blinded man thought I was Bree and jumped onto my back.
"Ready when you are missy." He told me. I pushed him off.
"Get off me!" I shouted. He laughed.
"She's a feisty little thing, isn't she?" I rolled my eyes as Bree helped him onto her back. She sped him back to one of Mr. Davenport's other labs, then got Adam, and finally me and brought us back home.
Leo's POV
It was about six o'clock when my mom finally came and got us. Big D had joined me and Calla by time we hit our third movie, and we were currently watching the Grinch that Stole Christmas.
"You know, after spending time with Perry, the Grinch doesn't seem like such a bad guy." Big D commented. I nodded.
"Yeah, at least after he took everyone's presents, he went home." I agreed. My mom walked up behind us.
"What are you three doing down here?" she questioned. Calla looked up from her now empty popcorn bowl.
"What we do everyday at school. Hiding from Principal Perry." She replied innocently. My mom rolled her eyes.
"Guys, she is our guest. It is rude to leave her upstairs by herself." She reminded us, sitting down on Big D's lap. "So go upstairs and let us know when she's gone."
We looked at them, and I was about to tell her no, when Calla gasped and jumped to her feet. I followed her gaze and saw the three very tired looking bionic super heroes walk through the door.
"You're back!" "It's so good to see you guys!" "Merry Christmas!" "Save us!" We all exclaimed, running to give them hugs.
"How'd the mission go?" Big D asked. Chase smiled.
"Yes." He replied. Calla and I exchanged looks. Something obviously went wrong.
"Well, how's my research facility?" Big D asked, noticing how Chase didn't exactly answer his question.
"You wouldn't even recognize it." Bree told him. He seemed satisfied with that answer.
"Hey, why are we down here when the presents are down here?" Adam asked. He, Bree, and Chase started to go upstairs.
"Wait, wait! Not so fast." I stopped them. They looked at me. "Principal Perry is upstairs. I repeat, Perry is in the house!"
They all considered that for a brief moment. "You know I am very tired." "Yeah, I could use some sleep." "See you in the new year!"
They started to walk to their capsules. "Freeze!" My mom stopped them. "Look, the poor woman is all alone and it's Christmas. At least we're all together. So let's make the best of it, right?"
Big D nodded. "Absolutely…not." He finished, looking at us. "Enough is enough. We are going to march up there right now and tell her 'Vamoose lady! This is our Christmas!'"
"Yeah!" we all cheered. Adam, Bree, Big D and I started to run upstairs.
"She can't see us in our mission suits." Chase reminded everyone. Big D nodded.
"Well, hurry up and get changed! I'm not telling her without back up." He said. They all walked back to the change rooms. Calla and I waited for them in the main lab, while Big D and my mom waited by the elevator.
Chase was the first to finish. Calla raised an eyebrow at him as he walked over to us. "Facility X?" she asked. He smirked guiltily.
"Totally levelled." He replied. I high fived him. "Oh, hey! You're wearing your necklace."
I got a good look at it for the first time; earlier I was too caught up with my own gifts to notice hers. It was a simple white snowflake on a silver chain. Calla smiled, blushing a little. "Yeah, thanks. It's really pretty."
I wasn't sure if I should give them some privacy or not, but Adam and Bree walked out then, so I didn't have to decide. We headed upstairs. The second we hit the main floor, a wonderful aroma hit our noses. We walked into the kitchen to see Principal Perry surrounded by wonderful foods.
"Principal Perry, we…smell food." Big D trailed off. I looked at Principal Perry.
"What are you doing?" I asked. She smiled.
"Making dinner. What's it look like?" she asked. Adam frowned.
"We've had enough of this! Get out!" he yelled. Calla elbowed him in the ribs.
"Adam! Shut up! She made crepes!" Calla would do anything, and I mean ANYTHING for a plate of crepes. We all gravitated towards the food.
"Principal Perry, this is amazing." My mom said. Calla looked at her, shocked.
"Wow. I can't believe you actually did something nice." She said. Chase nodded.
"It's Christmas miracle." It really was the most rational explanation, aside from aliens.
"It's nothing." Principal Perry replied. "I figured I crashed your holiday; it was the least I could do."
My mom smiled. "Oh look, how fancy! She made a Christmas goose."
"Actually, that's a swan from the pond down the street." Principal Perry replied. "Did you know you can walk right up to them?"
Suddenly, Calla gasped. "Oh yeah! How could I forget? I have your presents in my bag. I'll go get them."
"I'll help." Chase offered and started to follow her out of the room.
"Hold up!" Principal Perry ordered. They stopped, and looked at her. I smirked, noticing Principal Perry's gaze.
"Uh, guys?" Chase asked, a little confused. Adam laughed, understanding what was going on.
"What?" Calla asked. Bree giggled.
"Look up." She told them. They looked up and saw the piece of mistletoe hanging over their heads. They looked back at each other, and there was a moment of silence, then Calla turned to Adam.
"Dude, mistletoe? Really?" she asked. "I'm the only one in the house not related to you, aside from Principal Perry. What were you thinking?"
Adam opened his mouth to answer, but she raised a hand to stop him. "Actually, I probably don't want to know."
"You guys still have to kiss." I reminded her. Bree gasped.
"Wait a second!" she exclaimed. She ran off somewhere and came back a few seconds later, holding a camera. She held it up, ready to take a picture. "Now you can kiss."
"Oh, for goodness sake!" Calla exclaimed. She leaned forward, gave Chase a peck on the cheek, and turned to us. "Happy now?"
"Um, I think it has to be on the lips…" Calla gave me a glare as I said that. "Never mind."
"Good, because I want to hand out gifts." She skipped back to the guest room. Chase looked back up at the mistletoe, and then grinned at Adam, giving him a thumbs up.
And that was my cheerful Christmas Calla/Chase ending. I hope you liked it. By the way, a little change of plans with the next few chapters. I just found out I'm working all day on the 31st because there are a lot of parties I need to cater for. So, instead of getting two chapters on the 31st, you'll get one on the 30th and one on the 1st. Hope you don't mind. Anyway, happy holidays everyone. I hope you all get great gifts. My favourite present is a lot of reviews (hint, hint).