A/N: *Cues thunder* Mwahahahaha Mwahahahahahaha! I am truly diabolical! And this madness continues! Mwahahahaha Mwahahahahahaha! *Thunder stops* Okay, I think I should stop with my evil laugh. As fun as it is, I've got to answer reviews.
Therefore, I'd like to thank the following for reviewing:
Czechm8: It's all good. A review is a review. Yes, the train did run over Bree. I am glad that you enjoyed the episode and I hope you stay as eager when you read Part 2. Leo's future is turning interesting indeed. Oh, I can assure you: both surprises and dramas are coming your way. You might be right that others hate the drama, but isn't drama what makes a good fic? Anyways, your hunch in correct.
RandomGirlPerson: Yes, I am completely aware of what I have done. I had that event planned before I even started season 2. I'm glad your heart skipped a beat. It will skip faster when you read what happens to Bree next chapter. Sadly, threats don't make me update faster. I wish reviews did, but they don't.
Kidflash0110: That's the spirit!
Dirtkid123: Yes, and yes. That just happened! I had the train run over Bree! Here is the update. Hopefully, you didn't mind waiting.
Well, more excitement continues this chapter. Difficult choices, death, breakups, Prom, stress, and Challa friendship awaits! Oh, and Caleo. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats. or any of its characters, places, missions, etc. I own my OCs, one of which will make an appearance in part 1, and Kihonne owns her OCs, most of which are making an appearance in part 2. Kihonne owns Calla while I own Future Calla. Enjoy!
Warning: Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are under the age of 14, have medical problems, cry easily, cannot stand the thought of someone bleeding, or cannot handle reading Chase and Calla (Challa) friendship, this chapter is NOT for you.
From this point forward, things will begin to get more gruesome. Death and torture approach in season 3, as well as severe injuries to at least three different characters. On a totally random topic, there will be only FOUR seasons.
A/N 2: The reason I delayed the episode so long is because of Bree's injury. There is a part of Gone With the Wind in here.
What is a nightmare? A nightmare is a gruesome dream that takes your worst fears and relives them. When you wake up, you realize that as real as it seemed, it only occurred in your mind. Only, this was no dream. This was reality.
"Chase! Help!" Bree cried. A wave of mass hysteria filled her voice as the train started to rapidly approach her. If neither Adam nor I got there in time, the train would run over Bree!
"Bree!" I cried, finding unknown strength within myself and sprinting as fast as I could toward my sister.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
The train ran over Bree.
I found myself dazed. Adam was already at her side, ripping off her restraints. I took a step toward Bree, my heart now cold as ice and cracked into a million pieces. Another step and I felt all emotions shutting down, one by one, until I felt nothing.
"Chase, give me a hand!" Adam ordered.
I continued forward as if in a trance. I had lost everything. When I finally arrived at the spot of the accident, Adam looked up at me with surprise in his eyes. "She's alive!" he whispered.
His words of hope ignited a spark inside me, and I felt Bree's pulse, which was challenging because there was hardly a place to put my finger. Her mission suit was ripped beyond repair and bones were showing. Red liquid oozed from her chest, arms, and neck. I noticed Bree's chip sticking out of her neck.
"We need to get her to the hospital!" Adam cried, stating the obvious.
"We need to take her chip out first," I informed. "The hospital can't know about us."
Before Adam could comment, we heard the reporters' voices from in the train. Once I realized they were about to exit the train, I found myself using my force field to stop compartment door from opening.
"Hey, what's going on?" a male reporter asked as he tried to force the door open. "It's stuck!"
"Adam, take Bree to safety. Take out her chip and head to the hospital. I'll be with you as soon as I can," I promised, my gaze barely leaving the train that had ran over Bree.
Adam just stood still. A gust of wind flashed right past me, and I knew that it had to be Marcus. The android nodded and used his own force field to barricade the door.
"Holy $h!t! What happened to her?" Marcus asked as she looked at Bree's broken, bloody body.
"The train," I responded, not really feeling like going into that much depth on the topic. "Do you have anything that can stabilize Bree's bleeding?"
"No. We'll have to carry her. Wait, I stole Mr. Davenport's invisibility cloak. We can use that."
I dropped my force field. "Mr. Davenport has an invisibility cloak? Man, is he going to hate us!"
"Yup. I'll hold my force field a bit longer. Go take Bree to safety," Marcus ordered.
I nodded and helped Adam carry my sister behind the bushes. Marcus came and levitated Bree into my arms, careful as to not further injure her. I noticed that Adam had extracted the chip. As much as Bree's only chance of survival was with that chip, it needed to be taken out. Any longer and she may never have bionics again. Marcus walked past us and Adam and I followed.
We must have looked like some sort of secret agents to the people, as we entered the hospital wearing our Mission suits. A pair of nurses quickly placed Bree on a stretcher, and took Bree to the back, but not before I grabbed the invisibility cloak.
"Who is she?" one of the doctors questioned, grabbing a clipboard from nearby.
"She's my sister," Adam mumbled somberly before I could say anything.
"I noticed some rope marks. Any idea who took her?"
"I wish! I've some rope marks of my own," Adam admitted, showing the doctor his rope burns. "Think you can help?"
The doctor probably knew they were rope burns rather than rope marks, but he didn't comment. Instead, he merely nodded and instructed Adam to follow him to the back.
Hesitant, Adam headed back with the doctor. When Adam was out of view, Marcus turned to face me. "You look beat! Sit down and try to stay calm. I'll sign in and contact the parents."
I wanted to stare at Marcus and cry "Are you crazy? How can I be calm when the train ran over my sister?", but I didn't say that. Instead, I wordlessly made my way over to a nearby chair and collapsed in it. Marcus wanted me to be calm, but how could I? My sister was going to die without that chip in her neck. For once, I wished I was Marcus. If that was the case, I would not be feeling any guilt, sadness, or anger, but I wasn't Marcus. Recalling how close my sister is to death, I asked myself why Future Leo would let this happen a second time.
"To make me a better leader," I mumbled. "But why? How will losing Bree help me? And where's Tasha?" I sighed and deeper into the chair, all the while wondering how one mission could turn into our family's worst nightmare.
"Hey, Chase," Faith greeted, her angelic voice snapping me out of my daze.
"Oh, hi. I must have dazed off," I confessed, trying to hide a blush on my cheek, but to no avail. "When did you get here?"
"It's fine. I didn't know I could embarrass you so easily," Faith commented. "Calla called me fifteen minutes ago. I just got here."
I nodded, relieved for Faith's presence. Suddenly, she leaned forward and hugged me. I could feel the static as our hands touched, but I chose to ignore it. She showed up at just the right time, and with the looming certainty that Bree might not make it through the day, I needed her more than ever. For the first time in a long time, I felt my worries wash away. However, those reappeared once Faith let go.
The hospital doors opened to reveal a worn out Douglas and Mr. Davenport. Both had hands on their knees as if they had just run a marathon. Douglas immediately dashed to the nearest restroom while Mr. Davenport scanned the hospital in search of a familiar face that he was not going to find. "Where's Tasha?"
"I… I don't know," I confessed.
Mr. Davenport opened his mouth to start barraging me with questions, but then he spotted Faith and instead remarked, "She'll be here soon, I'm sure."
'I hope so,' I thought. 'I really do.'
No one's POV
"And that's four games to zero!" Maddie Richards exclaimed, grabbing Leo's miss and approaching him. "Man, someone's not good at this game!"
"I've never been good," Leo admitted.
"So, do you think your cousins are still making out?" she questioned, having heard the reason for Leo's visit over here.
"I haven't known them that long, but I would say yes. Well, I think I should head back home." Leo wiped the sweat off his shirt and entered his friend's kitchen. Before Leo could pick up his phone to ask for a ride, his cell phone rang. Not recognizing the number, he frowned, but answered it. "Hello?"
"Leo, it's me," a female voice greeted that Leo could only assume was Future Calla. "Bree got involved in an accident and is in the Welkerville hospital."
"Bree is in the hospital!" Leo cried a bit too loudly.
"Bree is in the hospital!" Maddie cried in shock.
"Affirmative. My boyfriend and I have an important matter to attend to and won't be there to pick you up for another half hour. I suggest you get a ride there."
"Okay. I'll meet you at the hospital. Bye. Maddie, I need a ride."
Maddie nodded and Ocean, who happened to hear the entire conversation, started to the front door.
"Hold it. Where do you think you are going?" Patrick Richards, the dad, questioned.
"Leo needs a ride to the hospital. His sister was involved in an accident," Maddie briefed.
"If he needs a ride, I'll drive you all," he commented.
Maddie bit her lip in thought. "Deal!"
While Maddie and Patrick headed for the car, Leo turned to Ocean. Ocean had recently been released from the hospital after getting hit in the stomach with a lacrosse ball close to a week ago. "What's with your dad?"
"He's obsessively protective of us," Ocean explained, walking with Leo to the car. "He's like that to every boy that tries to talk to us."
"Wow. That must be rough," Leo commented.
Ocean merely nodded and hopped in the backseat. When Leo saw that Maddie was in back also and that the only available seat was up front with the dad, Leo knew Ocean was right. This man was not taking any chances.
Leo hopped in front and informed Maddie's dad what hospital Bree was at. While Leo was not sure on the information, Patrick knew where the hospital was located. He immediately drove off.
"So, Leo," Mr. Richards began once the car stopped at a red light, "how was track season?" Seeing the puzzled look on Leo's face, Mr. Richards added, "Ocean and Maddie have been filling me in on the details."
"Oh have they now?" Leo asked, amused. He looked into the rear view mirror just in time to see both Maddie and Ocean look away sheepishly seconds later. "It was nice."
Oblivious to the amused tone Leo had used, Patrick stated, "That's good. Are you doing it next year?"
"Maybe," Leo admitted, glancing at the twin sisters in the rear view mirror before he focused his attention on the scenery. From what Janelle told him, if someone looked away when you caught them looking at you, they had a crush on you. Based on what happened recently, Leo concluded that either Maddie or Ocean held feelings for him. The question was did both girls have feelings for him? It didn't matter either way, seeing as how Leo had a girlfriend.
Leo had more important things to worry about whether Maddie or Ocean held feelings for him. There was still the issue of Bree's injury. For whatever reason, Leo felt a wave of uneasiness flood through him and wondered if the accident was a set-up. If that was the case, did someone plan to come after him?
"We're almost there," Mr. Richards announced. "Are you okay, Leo?"
"Huh?" Leo snapped out of his trance and noticed that Mr. Richards was waiting for an answer. "I'm a bit uneasy at the moment," Leo confessed, deciding to leave out the fact that he thought the accident might have been a set-up.
"I can imagine. Maddie felt the same way when Ocean was in the hospital with that lacrosse injury. She almost died that day," Mr. Richards commented. "I'm sure Bree will be fine."
Leo nodded, not entirely convinced. Nothing much was said until the end of the drive. Leo promised to text both Maddie and Ocean as soon as he left the hospital. Future Calla, Future Leo, Big D, Tasha, Marcus, Douglas, Janelle, Faith, Chase, Adam, and Calla were all waiting.
"Faith? What are you doing here?" Leo asked.
"I was in the area and heard of the accident. I thought I would stop by," Faith explained. "I still have finals, so I'm going to leave. Give Bree my regards."
Right before Faith left, Chase surprised almost everyone in the group by grabbing her hand. "Faith, wait. About our date tomorrow—" Chase began.
"I understand. You don't have to come if you don't want," Faith commented. "You probably want to see your sister. Family comes first."
Chase smiled and let go of Faith's hand. "Thanks."
Faith waved goodbye to everyone, stole one last longing glance at Chase, and exited the hospital. Janelle and Calla eventually had to leave for dinner, but promised to return tomorrow to see how Bree was doing. The Davenport family, Future Calla included, waited for another hour before a doctor came out and stopped in front of Mr. Davenport.
"My name is Dr. Keenam Jones and I've been working exclusively with your daughter, Breanna."
The doctor extended his hand to Mr. Davenport, who politely shook it. "Hello, sir. Call her Bree, please. How is she?"
"I'm some good news that is not so good news, and bad news. Bree sustained four broken ribs, her left arm is broken cleanly in two places, she has a broken left leg, and a pretty serious concussion. That is the good news," the doctor began.
"How is that good news?" Big D demanded.
"Hey, it could be worse. She could have cancer or something," Future Leo piped up.
"She does not have cancer," Dr. Keenam admitted. "The bad news is it appears as if she has a pierced lung. Normally, that would not be that big of an issue, but it is because of her dislocated neck and some severe internal bleeding. If we cannot find the cause, then the injuries won't matter at all. She will die unless we perform surgery on her, but there's a catch. We're running low on blood type A-negative, the blood that Bree has. If one of you would be willing to donate, that would be much appreciated and we could start the surgery."
"I'll donate," Leo responded almost immediately. If his sister's life was at stake, he wanted to be the one that helped her.
"Come right this way," the doctor instructed.
After Leo donated blood, he went back and saw that Marcus, Adam, and Douglas had left. According to Future Calla, Adam wanted to head home and start to study for his exams. When asked why, Future Calla reminded Leo that tomorrow was Prom.
"That's rough," Leo comment. "The injury happens the day before!"
Future Calla nodded, deciding to leave out the fact that another family member would be entering the hospital on the fifth.
Mr. Davenport, Bree's legal guardian, signed the form that allowed the doctors to perform surgery on Bree and then waited. Around nine o'clock, the doctor reentered the waiting room with a sullen look on his face. "We did all we could. We were able to find and seal off the internal bleeding, but I am afraid that she had lost too much blood at that point. She's dead. I'm terribly sorry."
Mr. Davenport bit down on his hand to keep from crying out loud; Tasha collapsed on Mr. Davenport's shoulder; Leo and Chase looked straight ahead of the doctor, dumbfounded; and Future Leo and his girlfriend showed no emotion. Of course, they knew something that the Davenport family did not.
Mr. Davenport, being the first to recover, asked, "May we see her one last time?"
"Certainly. She's in room 201. Come and get me when you are done."
Future Leo stood from his seat. "Well, Cal and I are going to grab some food for everyone. We will meet you all in the parking lot."
"Okay. Here, take my credit card," Mr. Davenport offered, reaching for his wallet.
"There's no need. We had your brother take us to the bank and we withdrew money," Future Leo commented.
"Oh, okay," Mr. Davenport remarked as he shoved his wallet back in his pocket. "Which one of you kids wants to go in there first?"
"Leo," Chase answered automatically.
"Fine by me," Leo admitted, choosing to question Chase about that decision later. "I'll be back in five minutes."
Taking a deep breath because he knew this visit would be emotional, Leo took the elevator to the second floor and entered room 201. The lights were dim, which illuminated the room in a blood red color, a color so petrifying that Leo wanted to throw up. Various IV fluids were attached to Bree's arms. Her eyes closed and oblivious to the world, Bree looked old. Now, Bree wasn't rapidly growing into a one-hundred year old or anything like that. Rather, her veins showed openly, and Leo received his second glance at a dead Bree.
"Why fate? Why?" Leo whispered. "You take the best of my life, send me back, and then do the same thing?"
Leo sank down in a chair next to Bree and caressed her palm in silence. Beads of tears slipped down his cheek and landed gracefully on Bree's hand. After a few minutes of watching Bree, Leo folded her arms so she could enter heaven. Leo kissed Bree one last time, wiped his tears, and exited the room. He was so concentrated on getting Chase that Leo did not notice a man with long black hair and ice-blue eyes enter Bree's room.
Chase entered Bree's room cautiously. A wave of nausea crept into his stomach as Chase looked at his dead sister. This scene did not fit right to him. As a teenager, although Chase would never admit it, Bree was attractive. Chase recalled children stories with princess in them, and in his mind, Bree was always the princess. Chase recalled that in Sleeping Beauty, a prince woke a princess with a kiss on the lips.
Bree may have been a princess, but Chase was no prince. And even if Chase was, he knew that no kiss could kiss death away.
Looking at the heart monitor that was flat-lining, Chase noticed a sticky note on the monitor. Picking the note up, Chase read:
I've heard so often that you like to play games. Here is one for you. I have ten events I need to accomplish in order for the world to be mine. And this is just number 1!
Chase noticed the number 1 on the sticky note and made sure to pocket the note before returning to say goodbye to Bree.
'Ask and it will be given,' Chase recalled Douglas saying one Monday morning.
'Yeah, but that's probably just a coincidence. It's not as if I say "Let Bree live" and Bree comes back to life.'
"Oh my—" Chase found himself at a loss for words when the heart monitor started to show a heartbeat; all he could do was point at the monitor. Finally, Chase pressed the call button.
"Bree," Chase whispered on the verge of tears.
Seeming to sense his voice, Bree stirred and laid her chocolate eyes on Chase's hazel eyes. Reaching over with her uninjured arm, Bree held Chase's hand and smiled. "Hi, Chase," she said hoarsely.
"You're awake! You're alive! I—I— Why?"
Bree shrugged. "I don't know. The last thing I remember is the train approaching me. What happened?"
"Right now, it's not important, but what is, my baby sister is alive," Chase whispered, biting down on his lip.
Bree took a sigh and closed her eyes, trying to rest. "I guess it wasn't my time to die," Bree whispered, each word slower than the last. "Why am I so tired?"
"Probably from the surgery. Get some rest and I'll see you everything that happened first thing tomorrow morning," Chase promised.
Bree didn't answer so Chase assumed that Bree had fallen back asleep, leaving Chase to thank the heavens that his sister was back and alive.
"What's going on?" a nurse asked as she dashed into Bree's room. "I was just about to—she's alive!" The nurse gasped in surprise, not understand how Bree could have survived.
"I guess… I guess I should leave," Chase commented, getting out of his chair and headed for the door. "Good night."
Chase did not leave time for the nurse to answer as he closed the door to Bree's room. Running outside, Chase grabbed hold of Leo and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Leo!"
"For what?" Leo asked confused.
"Bree is alive! She came back to life!" Chase exclaimed, beaming.
A confused Leo looked to his future-self; Future Leo nodded. "But… how?"
"It's complicated," Future Leo said, not wanting to dive into the story. "It's complicated, Chase. In order to answer that, I'll need to tell you my future, which is something I'm not comfortable sharing this late at night."
"Tomorrow then?"
"Sure. I have burgers and fries in the car. I know you are starved."
Chase entered the car and grabbed a juicy double decker cheeseburger, French fires, and drink. 'I'm probably wasting a few hundred calories on junk food, but I don't care! I'm starved!'
Chase promptly woke up at 5: 30 that morning. Surprised to find that Marcus and Douglas were asleep, Chase exited his capsule, snuck past the buckets of paint on the ground, and pushed a button on the elevator. A few seconds later, Chase exited the elevator on the top floor.
"Hey, Chase," Future Leo greeted, appearing right in front of Chase.
"Ahh!" Chase cried, backing up to the wall. Taking a few deep breaths, Chase breathed, "You scared me good. Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Sorry. I figured you'd be up to go visit Bree," Future Leo explained.
"I would, but where am I going to get a ride this early in the morning? The hospital doesn't even open for another hour," Chase reasoned.
"I'll wake Douglas and he can drive you, unless you'd rather go for a run with me first and then have Marcus speed you over to the hospital."
"Okay, but what about Mr. Davenport? What will he say when-?"
Future Leo held up a hand. "Don't worry; I'll cover for you. When you get back from the hospital after closing time, I'll tell you about my future."
"Tempting, but can it wait?"
"I'm staying here for at least another month, so sure. How does tomorrow sound?"
Chase agreed. Right before he headed down to wake Douglas, the reality of Future Leo's words sunk in and Chase faced Future Leo in surprise. "Wait, I stay until after closing time?"
"Yeah. Don't forget to eat like last time."
Chase nodded and headed downstairs. After some convincing, Douglas drove Chase to the Welkersville hospital. He arrived right as the doors were opening. "Thanks for the lift!" Chase called.
Douglas brushed the remark off and headed to his girlfriend's house.
"I'm here to see my sister, Bree," Chase stated to the nurse, blowing heat into his hands.
Looking up at the time, then back at Chase, the nurse commented, "You're here early. Sign in, please, and you may go see her."
Chase signed in and headed upstairs to see his sister. As soon as he entered Bree's room, the youngest bionic felt an overwhelming wave of warmth flood through him. The temperature in the room warmed up his frigid body. For the first time since Chase saw his sister in hospital, he felt at peace. Grabbing his sister's hand, Chase mumbled, "It's okay. It's time for you to get better."
Chase stayed in Bree's room quite a long time. He would talk to Bree about any topic that crossed his mind, only stopping when nurses entered the room to check up on Bree. According to the nurses there, Bree had fallen into a coma shortly after Chase left. Chase was talking to Bree when Chase heard an 'aww!'
"Oh, hey, Calla," Chase greeted. "How come you're here early?"
"What do you mean? It's past three," Calla commented, pointing to the clock.
"Oh, wow! I must really be out of it." Just then, Chase's stomach let out a sound that sounded like an avalanche. Clutching his stomach, Chase groaned. "So is my stomach!"
"Sure sounds like it. I didn't see you in school today," Calla commented as she took a seat right next to Chase. "Did you head here?"
"I was already here when school started. I had Douglas drive me."
Calla looked at Chase in surprise, remembering how stubborn a morning person Douglas was. "How did you manage that? And when did you eat breakfast?"
"Don't know, and I didn't. Last time I ate was yesterday," Chase admitted sheepishly.
Calla's eyes widened and she jumped out of her seat, the motherly side of her starting to take over. "You have had anything since yesterday?! We're getting food right now!"
Before Chase could complain, Calla grabbed his arm and exited the room. "Jaden, go see Bree," Calla ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Chase seemed to have skipped breakfast and lunch. I'm taking him to get something to eat."
The football player stared at Chase. "You're the smartest guy I know and you skip breakfast and lunch? What's with you?"
All Chase could do was shrug before Calla pulled him out of sight. "What about Bree?" Chase asked as Calla pulled him into the elevator.
"Jaden will be with her," Calla remarked. "Anyhow, you need a break!" Calla exasperated, letting go of Chase's hand.
"Not that I mind you showing up here, but what are you doing here?"
Ding! Calla exited the elevator with Chase trailing behind her, and together the two friends entered the cafeteria. "I just broke up with Whitney. I was headed over to tell Bree."
"Oh, I'm… sorry," Chase hesitated, unsure as to whether Calla was still angry or if she had calmed down.
"It's fine. I only dated him so I could get my mind off Leo," Calla admitted. "It clearly didn't work. So I heard you rescheduled your date with Faith. Any ideas when the new date is?"
Grabbing a few items off the counter, Chase responded, "No. Right now, Bree's injury is clouding my thoughts.
"That will be $24.97," the cashier remarked.
"Clearly," Calla remarked, looking at Chase for a brief moment before paying the cashier for her, Jaden's, and Chase's lunch.
"I'll pay you back," Chase stated as he and Calla sat at a table.
Calla merely nodded. While Calla started eating, Chase's thoughts drifted between his sister and the note he found on the heart monitor. Should he tell Calla and the others about the note? When was Bree going to wake up from her coma? According to the doctors, Bree had taken a turn for the worst after Chase left, and after some fighting, Bree had fallen into a coma. Chase thought so heavily about those two things that he did not notice Calla worriedly looking at him.
"Chase, are you okay?" Calla asked.
This snapped Chase out of his thoughts. "Huh? I'm fine. Just thinking."
"Care to share?"
Chase thought about his possible answers. He could choose to say what was on his mind later, but that probably wouldn't get anything resolved or make Chase feel happy. He could tell Calla about the note, but he didn't have that much information about it to give Calla much of an answer. Chase decided to talk about his sister; he badly needed a lengthy conversation to forget all of this turmoil.
"Bree fell into a coma last night."
Chase smiled and bit into his foot long sandwich while Calla voiced her thoughts. The two teens chatted until both had finished their meals.
"So how are Big Leo and I?" Calla asked, throwing away her trash.
"Too romantic, something I never thought possible," Chase admitted. "They were so in love, they made fries and burgers look romantic, and that's saying something."
"That's good! Has he told anything about the future?"
"No, but he did say he would do so tomorrow. I thought you should be present. Are you willing to meet us tomorrow after school?"
"Sounds like a plan!"
"Cool!"
"About time you two showed up! How much was Chase planning on eating?" Jaden questioned, rising from his seat. "Never mind that. We should head on back if we want to head to dinner."
"Okay. Bye, Chase! See you tomorrow!" Calla called.
With one last wave goodbye, Calla and Jaden exited the hospital and Chase reentered Bree's room. Once again, the youngest bionic felt an overwhelming wave of warmth flood through him. 'She looks so peaceful! She seems comfortable, too! If only everyone could be comfortable while in in the hospital. It's a shame I can't—wait. That's it! Thank you, Future Leo!'
Chase stayed by Bree's side, patiently. Around eight o'clock, the door finally opened up to reveal an out of breath Leo. "Man, am I out of breath! I almost thought I wouldn't make it, but Mr. Davenport helped me out. How is she?"
"She fell into a coma," Chase responded, his eyes still on his sister.
Leo shook his head despairingly. It hurt him whenever Bree was in pain, and even though technically Bree wasn't in pain, Leo still felt hurt.
"I feel you," Chase confessed. "How come you're here so late?"
"Homework and hanging with my girlfriend, Janelle," Leo answered. "Chase, I don't know about you, but I have a bad feeling something dangerous is about to happen."
Normally, Chase would disagree, but he felt something cold in the air, almost as if something scary was about to appear in one of those horror movies. "I do too, Leo. I do, too."
"So are you nervous?" Tasha asked as she took note of Adam who adjusted his tie nervously.
"I don't know," Adam confessed.
"Look at how handsome you are!" said Tasha. "Remember to have a good time! Is your date here yet?"
As if to answer her question, the doorbell rang and Adam opened it to find his date, Jessica. Jessica wore a beautiful ocean-blue dress that Adam had to admit looked good on her. He could only hope everyone wouldn't spend the night staring at his girlfriend.
After pictures, Jessica and Adam headed out to go to prom. "Have a good time!" Tasha called as she waved goodbye to her son. As soon as she couldn't see Adam, Tasha closed the door, plopped down on the couch, and popped in a movie.
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Meanwhile, at the prom, everyone was dancing and having a good time. Suddenly, a slow song came on and Adam looked at Jessica. "Would you like to dance?"
She took his hand and Adam led her to the dance floor. The lights dimmed as Adam held Jessica in his arms, his hands resting on her waist. Jessica laced her fingers behind his neck and gazed into his eyes. The two were so locked up in their own world that everything around them vanished, and no one else existed. When they stopped, the song had long since stopped playing.
"I'm going to get something to drink. I'll be right back," Jessica commented.
As soon as she left, Rebeccka approached Adam, clearly nervous. "Hey, Adam!"
Adam studied Rebeccka. He sensed something would happen, and he wanted to be ready. Adam watched Rebeccka start to blabber incoherently and turned to face Douglas. Douglas started to head over there, sensing something was wrong.
"Adam, I have always liked you, but how come you went for Jessica and not me?" asked Rebeccka.
"I'm not going to lie; Jessica inspired me to become a better person, something no one else did. So, naturally, I went for her. And seeing as how my grades went up significantly this year – what on earth?" Adam yelled, shoving Rebeccka backwards who was trying to kiss him.
"Yeah, Rebeccka, what the heck?" Jaden, Rebeccka's accomplice inquired.
"What he said," Jessica stated, having returned.
"It's not what it looks like! She tried to kiss me!" Adam cried.
Instead of answering, Jessica turned on her heel and headed outside, needing time to think about it. Misinterpreting this, Adam thought Jessica was running away from him. Giving a glare at Rebeccka, Adam began chasing her. "Jessica, come back!"
"We'll talk later," Jaden commented, pointing a finger at Rebeccka and then heading outside to find Adam or Jessica.
"Hey! Don't forget me!" Douglas cried, taking off after Jaden.
"Jessica, I swear to you, Rebeccka tried to kiss me!" Adam cried.
"I think I believe you. I just don't know yet," Jessica whispered, trying not to cry.
"I take it you want some time." Jessica nodded and Adam did as well. "Take your time."
Adam started to leave, only to turn back when he heard a gunshot. "Jessica!" he cried.
Jessica looked up just in time to see a bullet headed straight toward her!
Meanwhile, at the Parker household, Calla had just finished telling her mom about her breakup.
"I'm sorry. Who was he?" Officer Parker asked.
"Whitney Bray."
"Whitney Bray? Are you sure? That's impossible! Whitney Bray was—hold on," Officer Parker stated and answering her phone. "What have we got?"
"We have a shooting at Mission Creek High. Two people have been injured, and one is unresponsive."
"A shooting? Mission Creek High? I'll be right there!" Officer Parker hung up and faced a worried Calla. "I gotta go. There's been a shooting. I just hope Jaden is okay."
As soon as Officer Parker exited the house, Calla dialed a number on her phone. Before the person on the other end could answer, Calla cried, "There's been a shooting at Mission Creek High."
"We're on our way," Leo answered.
Douglas opened his eyes. Everything was black. The last thing that he remembered, Douglas had jumped straight into the bullet's path to stop Jessica from getting shot. Straining his ears, Douglas could not hear anything. Cautiously taking steps forward, Douglas continued on for who knows how long. Finally, he saw a white light in front of him and started to run. After what seemed like a longer eternity, Douglas saw two doors in front of him. One read Heaven and the other read Return.
'What's going on?' Douglas asked himself.
"You choose your fate, that's what," a familiar voice answered.
Douglas turned around and collapsed when he saw someone very familiar. "Mom?"
"Hey, Douglas," she said.
"Am I… dead?" asked Douglas.
"No not quite."
Douglas stood up and walked towards her. "What do you mean?"
"You have a choice you can stay or you can go,"
"I'm still confused. If I'm not dead, then what am I?"
"Because you almost died, and when you are borderline, you can make the decision," Douglas's mom explained.
"So I can choose to stay here with you or go to heaven?"
"Douglas, as much as I miss you, you have your whole life ahead of you. And people need you."
"For what?"
"You have exceptionally talented strategic skills, skills that will come in handy in an upcoming war."
"War? What are you talking about?"
"Adam, Bree, and Chase get their bionics exposed to the world. This takes place a month before an upcoming election, which Stephen Graham uses to become a congress leader and implement acts against the bionic humans. He manages to split neighbor against neighbor and almost causes World War Three."
Douglas just stared. Was it possible that his greatest intentions might end up being a national wide turning point?
"You would be correct. You are a key factor in determining the world's fate. I don't wish to say this, but you do not make it to the future. However, that is years away."
'So she can read my mind. What about Adam, Bree, and Chase? Do they survive?'
"You shall see in due time. Just remember this: no one can ever defy the limitations of the human heart. And seeing as how you don't make it to the future, I'd make sure Taylor knows how you feel about her. If I were you, I would consider getting a puppy."
"What for?"
"They can teach you a lot of things. Principal Perry has one, but you'll need to make a sacrifice."
Douglas nodded, understanding what needed to happen.
"Son, it's time you return back to this world. I may be up in heaven, but I'm with you."
A blast of white light enveloped Douglas and he woke up, a bandage wrapped around his chest. His head ached abdominally and he badly needed an aspirin. Looking to the side, Douglas spotted his brother in a chair. By the looks of it, Donny didn't get much sleep.
"Thank goodness you're up," Donald stated. "I was afraid I would lose you."
"What happened? Why does my chest hurt?"
"A group of gang members came driving by and shooting people. You and Jaden were injured. The bullet shot you right below the heart and the doctors had to operate on you. They needed my signature to do so."
Douglas nodded and grimaced.
Looking at his watch, Donald turned to his brother. "It's four in the morning; I think I should get going. Take care."
Douglas closed his eyes right as Mr. Davenport arose from the chair and exited the car. His brother's near-death experience reopened several wounds for the inventor. He remembered the fight he had with Douglas right before Douglas supposedly died in a fire. It was one of the worst days of Donald's life, and right here, Donald was thankful that Douglas was okay.
However, he also knew that that gun could have also hit Adam. Donald felt terrible wishing that the gun would have hit Adam instead. However, his brother meant the world to him. He couldn't live with Douglas gone, not for a second time. However, he knew that the time would come when he had to. Taking a deep sigh and telling himself to be strong just a little bit longer, Donald entered his car and started the drive home.
A week went by, and Chase visited Bree for several hours a day, refusing to leave her side should she wake up from her coma. However, she still had not woken up yet. Leo visited Bree as well, but it was always late at night because there was just one problem. More like one person. Janelle.
Janelle had turned into a possessive girlfriend, requesting several hours of Leo's time instead of allowing him to visit his family and friends. At first, Leo didn't mind, but as the fourth day turned into a fifth day and the fifth day turned into a sixth, Leo was starting to get mad and upset about this. And so Leo found himself standing in front of his girlfriend's house that Saturday afternoon. He had texted Janelle asking to meet up at her place. Leo rang the doorbell and waited.
The door opened and Janelle allowed her boyfriend to enter. Rather than give his girlfriend a kiss and lead her onto the couch, Leo ignored Janelle completely and collapsed on the Brown's couch.
Sensing that something was wrong, Janelle sat down right next to Leo, put her hand on his, and asked, "What's wrong? What did you want to talk to me about?"
If Leo had known that someone had been recording this entire conversation, he would not have explained himself. But he did. "It's about you, Janelle," Leo stated, his cold eyes staring at Janelle.
Janelle sensed a taste of sadness find its way into that sentence and she immediately began to think of anything she might have done to deserve this rather unusual behavior from her boyfriend.
Leo took Janelle's silence as a chance to continue. "I don't know what happened to you, but you're different. You used to be open with me and my friends, but now, I just don't see that. Why?"
Janelle's eyes widened once she knew what Leo was inferring. He was right; she was acting different. However, that was only because she saw the way Leo looked at Bree, and it made her jealous to know that he would always love her more. And when Leo informed Janelle about Bree ending up in the hospital, Janelle sensed Leo's deep concern for Bree, something that he never reserved for her. Taking a deep breath, Janelle began, "Listen, Leo, I'm not going to lie. I have been acting different, but that is because I'm worried you don't like me."
Leo frowned. "What makes you say that? I love you, you know that."
"I know, but whenever you talk about Bree, I sense how concerned you are. You treat her differently than you do me."
Again, Leo frowned. "Yes, because she is my sister!"
"I'm not stupid you know!" Janelle snapped, the meaning sounding harsher than intended. Leo flinched, taken aback by Janelle's sudden outburst. "I see the way you look at your sister; I hear the concern you always have for her, as if you couldn't move on with her gone. I'm worried that you'll forget about me."
Unlocking his fingers from Janelle, Leo stood up and stared at her, refusing to believe the words coming out of his girlfriend's mouth. "Are you out of your mind? I'll never forget her! And I won't forget you either!"
"Listen," Janelle began, her words abnormally calm for someone who was in a fight with her boyfriend, "I know what happened around the time Calla's accident happened and how you always stopped by. Once Bree's accident happened, I feared that it would just be the same as last time. You would always visit her, and you would forget about me."
Leo sat back down, thinking over Janelle's words. "You're right. I most likely would have. However, that gave you no right to continuously ask to hang out with you! Do you know how many hours I've wasted on you when-?"
"Wasted? Wasted? How dare you, Leo Dooley! What's wrong with spending time with me?"
"Nothing was wrong at first, but you become a possessive little monster that is sucking away my opportunities to see Bree!"
"You don't think I know that? That's why I'm being possessive! So why don't you just calm the heck down and—?"
"Oh please! You know there's another reason, you just aren't saying it!"
"So what if I'm not? Just stop seeing Bree!"
That shut Leo up. For five seconds. "Excuse me? You're making me choose between you and my sister?"
"I… I guess I am," Janelle hesitated.
"Janelle, I think we should take a break. I need time to let this accident pass, and you need time to GET A BRAIN!"
"Me? Get a brain? Last I checked, I had a higher GPA! Why don't you get a brain?" Janelle countered.
"I just did! Good day. I'm out of here!" Leo exclaimed, headed for the door.
"Fine!" Janelle cried, standing up and facing her boyfriend.
Before leaving, Leo rested his hand on his girlfriend's door and pivoted. "Fine!"
"Fine!" Janelle cried right back.
Leo slammed the door shut and stormed away from his girlfriend's house, feeling angry. However, when the gravity of what just happened occurred to Leo, the teenager felt tears threaten to spill from his eyes as the wall he had kept to hide his emotions finally began to crack. Not wanting to stop, Leo found himself running, unsure where he was headed.
As fate would have it, Leo found himself at the Parker house. Jaden glanced at Leo from in the yard and Jaden dropped his activity when he spotted wet marks on Leo's cheeks. Something was definitely upsetting his best friend, and Jaden was determined to find out what had Leo in tears.
"Are you okay?" Jaden asked in concern.
"I need to see Calla, now," Leo demanded.
Jaden stumbled backwards in surprise. There was a faraway look in Leo's eyes, a look reserved for a man who had just about lost everything. Quickly concluding the reason behind Leo's behavior, Jaden excused himself to go get his sister. If there was one person who might be able to snap Leo out of this, it was Calla.
"Calla, Leo's waiting outside for you," Jaden stated, entering his sister's room.
Immediately, Calla looked up from her book, stood up, and hurried downstairs to greet Leo. Calla knew that something must be seriously long if Leo wanted to see her. No sooner did Calla arrive at the front door did Leo rush over and cry onto her shoulder. This took Calla by surprise, but she didn't complain as she held a sobbing Leo.
Calla knew Leo pretty well, so she knew why he was over here. If Leo had a problem, he went to his girlfriend or sister. Since his sister was in the hospital with a coma, and Leo wasn't with Janelle, Leo must have broken up with Janelle.
On the inside, Calla smiled, knowing that she had a chance to win Leo's heart. However, she knew she had to play conservative and give others a chance to learn of Leo's breakup. Calla did not want to take advantage of Leo.
"Janelle and I broke up," Leo began, finally pulling away.
Calla had figured as much, but she didn't tell Leo that. Instead she offered her condolences, knowing that Leo needed to hear that.
"I just don't understand!" Leo croaked. "I thought everything with our relationship was going well, and then the accident comes, Bree falls into a coma, and then Janelle started changing, and—"
"Slow down, please," Calla ordered, confused about how Janelle had changed. "What's this about Janelle changing?"
Leo took a deep breath and when he spoke, it was less rushed. "Janelle has changed. Since the accident, she wants to spend more time with me. At first, I thought it wasn't that bad, but then she sort of became possessive, requesting several hours of my time just to avoid me going to the hospital. I barely see Bree for more than an hour a day, and I don't think I've seen you in a week!
"I'm so stressed that I just started to block off all emotion. Bree is in the hospital, possibly clinging to life, and—I just can't take it! I just can't! People don't seem to understand how I'm feeling, and—"
Leo trailed off, unable to finish that thought. "Please, someone help," he whispered, collapsing onto the ground and burying his face in his hands.
Not being able to see her crush in a situation like this, Calla grabbed Leo's arms and led him inside. Cupping Leo's chin upwards, Calla wiped away Leo's tears with a tissue and looked in his eyes with concern. "Leo, you are not alone! There are people who understand you! Forget Janelle; she was a waste of your time if she didn't understand how you felt. I'm sure Mr. Davenport understands. So does Adam, Jessica, Chase, Jaden, Future you and Calla, and… me," Calla hesitated, unsure if she had said the right thing.
Calla's name seemed to awaken a spark inside Leo, and he stared at his friend. Any doubts that Calla had when she said that last part vanished as Leo stared into Calla's eyes. "You're right. I'm not alone. I have you."
Before Calla could think about responded, Leo roughly grabbed Calla by the face and kissed her, trying to let go of all the stress that consumed for the past week. Calla was in pure heaven, and she wrapped his arms around Leo's waist, his kiss warm and inviting. Picking Calla up, Leo carried her onto the couch where he ran his hands up and down her back while heavily making out, evoking sensations to Calla that she had never experienced before.
From in the living room, Jaden smiled, watching as Leo and Calla made out, came back up for air, then made out again. "It's about time," he muttered before he headed upstairs to text his mom and friends the good news.
A/N: Well, that was the longest chapter I've ever written! Including the authors notes, just over 8,400 words! I apologize if part 1 was too short in comparison to this, but at least Calla finally got her kiss from Leo. I think I will wait next chapter to deliver the crushing news involving Jessica and Adam! Mwahahahaha Mwahahahahahaha!
You'll be hearing a lot more of that evil laughter. Trust me. What parts in the two had you cry, and which parts didn't? What are your thoughts on the Janelle/Leo breakup? Are you interested to learn about World War 3? Leave your thoughts and I shall see you… sometime in March, I reckon. I've got a bit behind with some other stories so I'll be trying to catch up on those.
I hope this was a good Valentine's Day chapter. Peace everyone! Leave your semi-harassing reviews here!