Kihonne: Alright folks, I'm back with another chapter! This time, it's Chase's turn! But before we move onto that, it's time for shoutouts!
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LabGirl2001: I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter so much! I really miss scenes like the one with the commemorative fake photo, and I wish we'd seen some of that in Lab Rats: Elite Force. One of the things that disappointed me about the series is that they seemed to have a lot of callbacks to Lab Rats (they were the only show with cameos, and I distinctly remember the kids even getting a box full of memorabilia from the show in one of the episodes), but it was like the writers only used the big stuff from Mighty Med. As for your theory about Dani and the pier, it was absolutely was one of Argento's guys threatening Bridget by pushing her off. It is canon too – Bridget revealed that little fact to the twins in the Mother of All Villains (Days of Our Lives, ch. 34, I believe). Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!
SzymonS: Adam was a pretty funny character too. I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, especially Kaz's scenes as a father. As for him and Oliver, they didn't quite stop seeing each other, but they definitely drifted apart. Unfortunately, that's life for you. Don't worry though – they'll stay friends, and they'll definitely see each other again. Thanks for the birthday wishes, and I hope you enjoy the chapter!
Algernon23: I'm so glad you liked it so much. As for the kids, they are both a little less outgoing than their parents, but their shyness is something they will grow out of, mostly. That being said, they're not quite as similar to their parents as, say, Emily or Charlotte are. I think you're going to like what I've got planned for them. I'm glad you liked the chapter, and thanks so much for the birthday wishes! Captain Marvel was amazing, by the way. I won't spoil or anything, but I do think you'll really enjoy it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter too!
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Kihonne: Oh, and before I forget, make sure to check the bottom for the update schedule! I got a lot of writing done this weekend, so I actually know when things are going to be posted!
Chase: Kihonne doesn't own Lab Rats, Mighty Med, or the Elite Force. Those are owned by Disney. I only own this story, all the OCs, and anything else you don't recognize!
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2012
"So, Mr. Davenport, what is this project you've been working on?" Adam, Bree, and I all froze in the middle of our ping-pong game, confused by the sound of another voice. Well, another voice that wasn't Mr. Davenport's. This girl walked into the lab then, an actual human girl and not a robot or hologram. We were stunned. The girl was pretty, with long brown hair. Her blue eyes swept over us as we stared at her. Who was she? How had she gotten down here?
Mr. Davenport walked up behind her, an amused smile on his face. He'd been in a better mood lately, ever since he started dating that Tasha woman. The girl turned her head slightly to speak to him, but her eyes never left us. "Uh, who are they?" she asked.
Mr. Davenport's grin grew. "Remember how I mentioned to you that bionic hero idea?" he asked her. We all stared at him. He was telling her our secret? I thought no one was supposed to know about us. That's why we weren't allowed out of the lab.
The girl nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. You said something about them being able to do the jobs humans can't. The ones that are too dangerous or impossible without special abilities." She replied. Then she stopped as it hit her. She turned to us, eyes wide. "Wait, you already started on them? Not fair!"
She sounded so annoyed that she didn't get to work on our bionics with him. It was actually kinda funny. Mr. Davenport, however, didn't find it so amusing.
"It's totally fair. My lab, after all." He started to argue with the girl. She shrugged, her eyes lit up with amusement.
"Fine, fair enough." She agreed. She glanced at us. "But I think keeping children in your basement is kind of illegal. You are aware of that right?"
Adam, Bree and I looked at her, wondering if she was considering turning us in. I hoped not. Mr. Davenport didn't look too worried though. "Yes, I'm aware of that." He replied. She shrugged.
"Alright, cool." She replied. "But why are you telling me though?"
That question was on all of our minds. "I need you to babysit them tonight. I'm going out." He replied. We all groaned. We did NOT need a babysitter. But luckily for us, the girl didn't look too keen on the idea either.
"I'm not a babysitter." She told him seriously.
"You're still getting paid for overtime." He told her. She grinned.
"Babysitting? I LOVE babysitting!" She exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. Some people would do anything for money. "Oh yeah, so where're you going? An awards banquet? A Nobel Prize award show? A date?"
Mr. Davenport smiled. "The last one. I'm going to meet my girlfriend, Tasha Dooley, at that new restaurant tonight." He replied. He checked his watch. "And I have to get going."
"Okay, bye Mr. Davenport!" The girl called as he left the room. She turned to us and we had a long, awkward stare down. It was weird, having another person in the lab. And I could tell she didn't really know what to do either.
Eventually though, the girl broke the silence. "Just so you know, the last time I tried to babysit, I lost the kids. Hopefully, this will work out better."
We looked at her, trying to decided how serious she was. She was trying to look serious, but the grin on her face gave her away. I looked at my siblings. Both of them seemed unsure of how to proceed, so I took over. "My name's Chase." I introduced myself, holding out my hand. "This is my sister, Bree, and my brother, Adam."
"ABC, huh?" The girl joked, shaking my hand. "The name's Calla. I'm Davenport's assistant."
I offered her a smile, trying to make her feel a little welcome here. Mr. Davenport had mentioned her, of course – he'd said that he'd gotten a lab assistant my age who was pretty good at her job for a teenager. Maybe we would get along, considering how smart he'd said she was. Calla smiled back at me, blues eyes alit with excitement.
2013
"Give it back, Chase!" I didn't stop running until I was on the other side of the big, heavy metal doors that separated the main part of the lab and the area Mr. Davenports sometimes kept some of the bigger equipment. I barely managed to get to safety in time for the doors to close behind me, separating us.
"Good luck getting in!" I shouted, smirking a little. "That steel door is thicker than your head!" I let out a sigh of relief; I wasn't entirely sure what Adam was angry at me for this time, but he was in one of those moods where he wouldn't believe anything I said anyway. At least with him on the other side of the door, he could calm down and-
I flinched as a fist-sized dent suddenly appeared in the door. Oh, crap. I backed up a little as the doors fell, Adam standing behind them with a cocky smirk on his face. "Well, that's another way to get in." I joked weakly, moving backwards to try and put some distance between us. Unfortunately, Adam lunged forward and grabbed me before I could get away, lifting me up by the back of my shirt.
"Give me back my IPod!" He growled at me as I struggled in his grip.
"I don't have it!" I argued. Why would I take it? I had my own!
"Oh, hey." I glanced away from Adam as Bree walked up, listening to music from an IPod. And since hers was pink (she refused to let Mr. Davenport get her one like ours), and that one was white, I knew it had to be Adam's.
"You took my IPod!" Apparently, my brother came to same conclusion at the same time as me, because he dropped me to point at Bree accusingly. She didn't seem fazed, instead just giving him a judgemental look.
"Taylor Swift mega-mix? Really?" She questioned.
"I find her soothing." Adam explained, reaching for the IPod. Bree just rolled her eyes and started to walk away. I sighed, knowing what was going to happen and shook my head as Adam sent a shot of heat vision just past her shoulder. There goes my plan for reading in peace for the rest of the day.
"Oh, I know you didn't shoot that laser at me." Bree announced, turning on her heel.
"Oh, sorry. It was a terrible mistake." Adam's apologetic look turned into a smirk. "Just like your face."
Bree scowled and sped forward at Adam, plowing into him with all the rage of a teenage girl. I just barely managed to get out of the way as she knocked him into the, thankfully empty, yellow barrels behind us. One of the barrels fell over, revealing a small, dark-skinned boy hiding behind them.
He made us all freeze, absolutely bewildered by his presence. He stared back at us for a long moment before we all started screaming. Letting out one last, high-pitched scream (even Calla hadn't made that kind of sound that time Adam dropped a spider he'd found onto her laptop to see what would happen), the kid raced into the lab. We all exchanged looks, confused.
I had so many questions. Who was he? How'd he get down here? Was he an employee of Mr. Davenport's like Calla, or was he an enemy of some sort? "C'mon." I said to the others, following after the kid. We weren't going to get answers just standing around, were we?
2014
"Are you alright?" I asked Calla worriedly. Today had been more than crazy, and the fact that Calla had nearly died was bothering me. Well, a lot about today was bothering me (I may be a genius, but even I didn't see the Marcus or Douglas twists coming), but that was one of the bigger things. Calla was bothered by it too, if her shaking hands were anything to go by. She nodded as she sent her mom a text message.
"Hmm? Oh yeah." She clasped her hands together and offered me a reassuring smile. "Just a little adrenaline still in my system, I guess."
"What you did today…it was amazing." I commented, sitting down next to her. She shrugged.
"More like reckless." She replied modestly. I chuckled.
"You fought an android and a mad scientist wearing an exoskeleton with the worst possible weapon system in the world. That's brave." I insisted. She shrugged again, smiling a little though.
"Reckless." She sang softly. I rolled my eyes.
"I still don't know why you did it." I said, getting a little more serious. Calla frowned at me.
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"You could have gotten killed!" I exclaimed, looking at her. "And you knew that. But the second Leo told you that we were in trouble, you came to our rescue."
"Chase…" Calla said, but I continued on.
"Well, I guess it makes sense. You really hated Marcus. And revenge is most definitely one of your favorite words." I smirked.
"I didn't come to get revenge on Marcus." Calla told me, smiling gently.
"Yeah, I know. Leo called you-" Calla shook her head.
"I didn't come because he asked me either." I frowned.
"Then you really do have a death wish." I informed her. She laughed and grabbed my hand.
"Guess again." She told me, pulling me close. I frowned.
"I'm not sure what you mean…" I said slowly. She sighed audibly.
"Wow, for someone so smart, you can be so oblivious." She said. Before I knew what was going on, she was kissing me and I was kissing her back and I felt like I was in heaven.
She pulled away after a minute. I stared at her. "Whoa." I breathed, shocked.
She laughed. "Seriously Chase, I've been waiting, what? A year? Just for you to FINALLY kiss me?"
"Well, I…um…" I stuttered. She got this worried look on her face.
"Uh, you DO feel the same way, right?" I was still a little shocked to find the words. But she took my silence as rejection. "Oh. I-I'm sorry. I just thought…well, that you…I'll just go…"
I finally was able to react when she started to walk away. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards me and this time, I was the one kissing her.
2017
"They got away?" Mr. Davenport demanded, staring at us with an annoyed expression.
"Yes," I admitted from where I was sitting between Calla and Bree on the couch, "but this time, it was because we were too good of a team."
Mr. Davenport didn't look like he was too happy with that explanation, especially when Bree showed him the victory selfie we'd taken, and I didn't exactly blame him. We should have made sure Roman and Riker were secure before celebrating – it was a rookie mistake, and though Kaz, Oliver, and Dani had the excuse of being new at this, Skylar, Calla, Bree, and I had been doing this for years.
That being said, I couldn't help but be somewhat proud of what had happened today. Sure, we'd let two murders get away, and that did bother me a lot, but we had stopped them before they'd run. That meant that even though we had only just been thrown together as a team, we were capable of taking down bad guys together. Maybe this new team had a chance…
"Look, we've got to warn the rest of the superheroes and let them know they're being hunted." Kaz reminded everyone. Despite the serious tone, he seemed a little more relaxed too. Well, a lot less freaked out than he had been earlier today. Everyone seemed to be settling into this team idea a little better than when it was first introduced, now that we'd had our first actual victory.
"The good news is Roman and Riker don't even know where they are, so we should be able to alert them first." Skylar added. Dani frowned, confused.
"How? We don't even know where the survivors are, or how many." She pointed out the obvious. Skylar smiled, not seeming bothered by the obstacle.
"I know, but I have an idea about that." She replied with a shrug. I nodded.
"Good, but it's still going to take some time." I remined everyone. It was clear that Mr. Davenport agreed that this mission would be a long-term thing – otherwise he wouldn't have made us an official team like this. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us."
"Let's get some sleep." Calla suggested, squeezing my hand. She looked at the others, a small smirk on her face. "It sounds like we're going to need it."
Everyone seemed to agree, saying goodnight to each other before heading to our individual rooms. The second our bedroom door closed though, Calla wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on the lips.
"What was that for?" I asked after she pulled away. She shrugged, smiling a little before it faded into a thoughtful frown. "What's up?"
"Do you think this is going to work? This team?" Her tone gave away her misgivings. I frowned.
"Why wouldn't it?" True, I'd been thinking the same thing earlier, but not after our fight against Roman and Riker. "We beat them once, we can beat them again."
"It just…they destroyed Mighty Med, Chase. There were four hundred superheroes there, and they destroyed it and them. Yeah, we beat them today, but I can't shake the feeling that it was too easy, like we got lucky or something."
"It'll work." I promised her. She frowned.
"How do you know?" She questioned. I smiled.
"Because we beat them today." She opened her mouth to protest, but I shook my head. "Calla, we beat them, on a day that we certainly weren't our best. Kaz, Dani, and Oliver barely know how to use their powers, Skylar's not used to the whole team thing, and this is our first day together as a team. I hear what you're saying, and you're probably right about us getting lucky, but by time we face them again, we're going to be stronger, better, and more equipped to deal with them. Next time, it won't be luck."
Calla looked at me, trying not to smile. "Damn, you're good." She muttered. I chuckled.
"Oh, I know." I replied. She laughed at that.
"Okay," She smirked, pulling away but grabbing my hand. She started leading me towards the bed. "Let's see how good you really are."
2017
"This is ridiculous." Calla giggled as I led her through the lab, the blindfold tied around her eyes preventing her from guessing where we were. I grinned, chuckling a little. "Seriously, where are we going?"
"Chill, we're here." I promised her once we'd entered the main part of the lab. Thankfully, no one had touched the set up I'd prepared. I mean, everyone who would come down here knew what I was doing, so I hadn't thought they'd interrupt it – even Adam wouldn't jeopardize tonight.
"So can I take this blindfold off?" Calla wasn't exactly the patient type and I had to stop her from removing the blindfold.
"One second." I promised her. She sighed and crossed her arms as I went to grab the food.
"Seriously, what's with the theatrics?" She questioned as I returned with the plates. "Is that steak?"
I chuckled – she may not be a fantastic cook, but she certainly did have a nose for the foods she liked. "Figures the food would be the first thing you notice." I stepped away from the table once the plates were in their spots, then nodded to myself once I was sure everything was perfect. "Alright, you can take off your blindfold."
She smirked and removed it, the smile fading into an expression of shock as she looked around at the calla lily petals that surrounded her, then at the table I'd set up. "Your idea of romantic is dinner in your parents' basement?" She questioned, looking at me. I could tell though, from her smile and the lighthearted teasing in her voice that she liked it.
"Hey, don't knock this place. It's where we first met…where we first kissed…" I smirked a little. "Where we first…"
She laughed without me needing to say the rest out loud. "That was sweet. Cheesy and sweet." She told me before frowning a little. "But, seriously Chase…I love this, I really, really do, but what's the occasion?"
"This is our place." I continued, not directly answering her question. She cocked her head to the side a little, listening, but confused. "I mean, it's ours. It's where we'd sneak off to when we needed a break from the others. It's where we grew together, where we invented and destroyed, and fought and made up. It's…where we fell in love. Which is why I wanted to come here to ask you."
"Ask me?" She said slowly, staring at me. I took a deep breath – there was no going back now – and dropped down to one knee, already reaching for the ring box. Calla's eyes went wide with understanding and a hand raised to her lips. "Oh."
"Calla Alexandria Parker," I started, showing her the ring. She was staring at me, speechless, "you are the brilliant, beautiful woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me?"
Calla didn't even hesitate, nodding before I'd even finished the question. I grinned as she said the word "yes" over and over before dropping to her knees in front of me. I kissed her deeply, absolutely ecstatic that I would be able to do this for the rest of our lives together.
2020
"Honey, I'm home." I called, walking into the penthouse. Calla was sitting on the couch, working on her laptop. "Hey, so what did Horace need from you this morning?"
"Oh, you know, he just wanted me to run some tests at Mighty Med 2.0." She replied absently, typing away. "Hey, Chase, since you're up, do you think you can get me a coffee? Please?"
"Actually, I was going to go shower." I replied. She craned her head to look at me.
"Please?" She requested. I looked at her, a little amused by her apparent laziness.
"You can get it yourself." I pointed out.
"Please?" She repeated herself. I sighed.
"Calla…" I began, only for her to let out a frustrated noise.
"Chase, would you please go get me a freaking coffee?" She insisted. I sighed.
"Fine." Somedays, it was better not to argue with her. I dropped my bag on the floor and walked into the kitchen. I pulled the container of coffee beans – hazel nut roast, her favorite – out of the cupboard only to find that it was surprisingly lighter than it should have been. "We're out."
Calla sat up, a confused look on her face. "What? Are you sure?"
I shook the coffee container, only to hear some clattering inside. "There's something in here."
I pulled the lid off of the container and turned it upside down. A plastic stick fell out and into the palm of my hand. It lay face up, and I stared in utter shock at the strip that ran across the stick, or rather, at the two lines on the strip, recognizing what it was and what it meant immediately, but the reality of the information not properly computing with me. "Uh, Calla?"
"Yeah?" There was something in her tone, a little nervous and excited at the same time. I turned to see her sitting on the back of the couch, looking at me with nervous anticipation.
"You…are you…you're…" I stammered. She smiled widely.
"I'm pregnant." She confirmed, biting her lip in excitement.
2021
It was the sound of crying that woke me from my slumber. I startled, instantly awake, the fighting from earlier today keeping me on my toes even now. I relaxed a little when I realized where I was and who was crying.
"Oh, Emily." I sighed, getting up and walking over to my daughter's crib, which was sitting just a few feet away from Calla's bed. Thankfully, my wife was still asleep, having passed out before Bree and the others had left, despite her best efforts to stay up and strategize on how to defeat S.H.I.R.T. I was glad that she was getting some rest – as tired as we all were from today, none of us had had to give birth to another human being. She deserved it.
"Honey, shh…it's okay." I carefully lifted her not my arms, all too aware of how small and fragile she was. She quieted down a little, her loud cries turning to soft whimpers. "C'mon princess, it's okay. Shh…let's try not to wake Mommy, alright?"
"Too late." Calla murmured. I looked over my shoulder to see her sitting up slightly in her hospital bed. "She hungry?"
"Nah, I think she just wanted some attention." I assured her, sitting down on the edge of the bed so that Calla could see her. Calla smiled when she saw Emily's face, her bright blue eyes staring at back at us.
"Hi." She cooed to our daughter. I smiled, then looked at Calla.
"Sorry to wake you. You should go back to sleep." I encouraged. She shook her head.
"I'm okay." She insisted. She looked around, then grinned a little sheepishly. "I'm guessing Bree, Jay, Dani, Kieran, and Taylor left?"
"A few hours ago. Kaz, Oliver, and Skylar dropped by too, but you were asleep." I replied. "Oh, and Tasha called to check in."
"I'll call her back in the morning. My folks too." Calla bit back a yawn before smiling back at Emily. "What are we going to do about S.H.I.R.T.?"
"You don't have to worry about that." I told her. She looked like she was about to protest, so I stopped her. "Calla, sleep. There's nothing we can right now. Kieran, Taylor, Liam, and Lily need some time to recover, and I suspect Rani does as well. We're not going to go and fight them when half our team isn't up for it."
"Right." Calla nodded, blinking tiredly at Emily, who'd stopped crying to go back to sleep in the middle of our conversation. I smiled a little and kissed Calla's forehead.
"Sleep." I murmured, my lips ghosting over her forehead. "We'll be here when you wake up."
"Okay." She agreed reluctantly. She craned her neck in order to press her lips to Emily's head. "Good night, sweetheart."
She kissed me once before lying back down. She fell asleep pretty quickly, one hand still resting on my knee and her face still directed towards me and Emily. I smiled and gently rubbed her back with one hand, the other carefully holding our newborn to my chest.
2021
I frowned to myself, looking around the penthouse, feeling that something was wrong. I knew where that feeling was coming from - it was too quiet, the entire penthouse almost deadly silent.
Calla was quietly reading on the couch, a cup of coffee in her hand, having put Emily down for a nap twenty minutes ago, and AJ was still at school. Oliver and Skylar had left for Caldera last night, and everyone else had gone their separate ways ages ago. Aside from us, the penthouse was completely empty, and I had to admit, I didn't like it all too much.
"Freaky, right?" Calla commented, startling me out of my thoughts. I turned to see her still reading her book, a small smile on her face.
"The Arcturion didn't give you mind reading abilities, did it?" I questioned, though I wasn't serious - Calla had always had this way of figuring out what was in someone's head. She smirked a little.
"No, but haven't you heard the saying 'Silence speaks volumes'?" She teased back. She looked up at me. "And I miss them too."
I sighed and leaned back in the chair. "It's weird." I commented. She hummed in agreement, turning back to her book. "I don't think I've ever lived in a place with less than three other people before."
"Technically, that's how many you're living with now." Calla commented.
"It's not exactly like Emily can carry a conversation yet, babe." I reminded her. She smirked.
"I'm 90% sure one of us could build a baby translator if we try." She commented. She paused, then closed her book. "Oh my God, why haven't we been working on this?"
"I'm serious." I told her. She nodded.
"So am I. It would make this all so much easier." She commented, sitting up. I gave her a look and she cleared her throat. "Sorry. Just a little tired of playing the 'why is the baby crying this time' game at 3 AM."
"It's just a little weird, not seeing everyone everyday." I mentioned. She crossed her legs, getting a little more comfortable in her position.
"Yeah, I guess. But we'll see them again. Oliver and Skylar are going to call a lot, check in whenever they can. You know Bree and Jaden want to see their niece as much as we want to see our nephew. And do you really think that it's going to take Dani and Kaz long to come running when they need our help? For god's sake, Kaz called me yesterday to ask me how to set up a Netflix account."
I chuckled. Maybe she did have a point. "Trust me, the Elite Force may have been disbanded, but this is hardly the last time this Penthouse is going to be overrun with visitors. Our friends will be back, they always come back. And in the meantime..."
As if on cue, Emily starting wailing, her cries easily heard through the baby monitor on the coffee table. "In the meantime, you can change your daughter's diaper." Calla finished. I gave her a look.
"Didn't I do it last time?" I asked. She pouted and lifted her book into her lap.
"Yes, but I'm comfy." She insisted. I gave her a look. "Please? I'm on the last chapter."
"Fine, but you get the next two times." I told her. She grinned.
"Deal." She agreed, leaning up to kiss me before I headed for the stairs to check on Emily.
2032
"Dad?" I looked up from my work to see Emily standing in the hyperlift entrance to Mission Command, her tablet in one hand and a frown on her face.
"Hey sweetie. Dinner ready?" I inquired. She shook her head.
"Not yet. Something's wrong with my tablet." She told me, holding up the device. "And I need you to fix it because I need to finish my homework."
"You couldn't fix it yourself?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the eleven-year-old. She scowled and shook her head.
"No." She seemed really upset by that. "I can't figure out why it's not working right."
"Let me see." I frowned and patted the chair next to me. She ran up and climbed into the seat before handing me the tablet. "Alright, how do you know that something's wrong?"
"Well, I was doing my homework, but it keeps telling me that my answers are wrong when they're right. See?" She pointed at a few of her questions where red Xs had appeared next to her answers.
"Well, maybe they are wrong." I told her. She rolled her eyes.
"No, they're right." She said confidently. I looked over the work and gave her a small smile.
"Actually, sweetie, they're not." I told her gently. She frowned and sat up to look back at her work. "You were close, though. You just made one tiny mistake."
"No, I didn't." She insisted. I nodded and she shook her head. "No, I didn't. Show me."
"Right here, honey." I pointed to the third question, which looked like the easiest to explain this to her. She gave me a look.
"Dad," She said slowly, "That answer is right."
"No, it's not." I said gently. She frowned.
"1 x 10 + 2 x 6 does equal 72, Dad." She told me. I gave her a look. "What?"
"I think you're forgetting something, sweetie." I told her. She frowned. "Did you do BEDMAS?"
She frowned and looked back at the tablet before her mouth opened into a wide O. "Oh. Right, I'm supposed to multiply before I add...22?" She checked. I nodded.
"Good job." I told her. She smiled. "Okay, now you just have to remember to do that for these three, and you're all set."
"Okay. Thanks, Dad." Emily smiled at me before grabbing her tablet and heading back upstairs. I watched her go before turning back to my own work.
2038
"I have brought food!" Calla announced dramatically, entering the penthouse with a take-out bag under one arm and her bag on the other. I looked up from my tablet, smiling, before I noticed that she was alone.
"Cool. Have you brought our kid?" I asked. She snapped her fingers.
"I knew I was forgetting something." She said before chuckling. "Charlotte invited her and Ava over to her place for a sleepover. I just dropped the girls off, so it's just you, me, and Naomi for tonight."
"Just you and I, actually. There's a charity fundraiser for the police department and she's covering it for one of her classes." I explained.
"The Vetrans' fundraiser?" Calla blinked, then shrugged. "Damn, I wish she'd told me. I would have had her bring Davenport Industries' annual donation instead of sending AJ. He hates those things. When'd she leave?"
"She was gone by time I got home." I chuckled. "You know, you'd almost think that she didn't live here, the way she's always coming and going."
Calla shrugged and placed the take out bag on the counter. "So, do you want to split her food, or just put it in the fridge in case she's hungry when she gets back?"
"Fridge. Hey, I actually want to talk to you about something." I got up to go sit at the counter while she moved about the kitchen.
"What's up?" She tossed over her shoulder before turning to grab a couple of plates from the cupboard.
"Well, I was talking with Dave today, and we were talking about Senator Ashwin's little...spectacle."
"Is that what we're calling that?" Calla asked, a bit of a laugh in her voice. "God, I can't believe that idiot got elected."
"Yeah, well, odds are pretty slim that he's going to get re-elected." I mentioned nonchalantly. Calla placed the plates down next to the sink and turned to face me.
"You want to run again." She realized. I nodded, and her gaze softened. "You lost last time."
"I'm aware of that, thanks Cal." I looked at her. She sighed and leaned against the counter, taking my hands in hers.
"I just remember how upset you were, is all." She reassured me. "You might not win this time."
"I know, but I want to try again. I only lost by a couple of hundred votes last time - I've got a shot to make it." I reasoned. She licked her lips. "Look, I know I lost last time, and the time before that we were busy with Emily, but she's older now, and I think I'd be a good fit..." I hesitated. "What do you think?"
A slow smile made its way onto Calla's face. "I think you're right." She said simply. I grinned. "When's the election?"
"Next November." I replied. She nodded thoughtfully. "That's 20 months away. Plenty of time to figure everything out."
"Okay. Yeah." She nodded and then beamed at me. "You're going to be a Senator, Chase."
I grinned back at her. "It's not that far off from being president."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not wrong!" I called as she turned back to preparing our dinner.
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Kihonne: Alright guys, let me know what you all thought. Good, bad, somewhere in between? I really want to hear everyone's opinions on this! Oh, and before I forget, here's the plan for the last two updates on the End of an Era, and the official released date for Legacies:
Tuesday, March 12th – Dani "Short Circuit" Short
Thursday, March 14th – Calla Parker
Friday, March 15th – Legacies, Chapter 1: New Beginnings