Kihonne: Alright guys, it's finally time for Bionic 500! I've always liked this episode, but I just never got around to doing it because it was in the middle of the Marcus arc and I really wanted to put more focus on that. But now that it's the last week before the HIATUS is done (FINALLY! You have NO idea how much this has been killing me!) I figured that it's high time it's been posted. Oh, and since I sorta altered the time that happened between Leo VS Evil and Bionic Showdown (originally there were 3 episodes between the two but I changed it so that they both happened within a couple of days), in my plotline, this episode takes place about a week after Parallel Universe, so Calla and Chase haven't gotten together yet. Anyway, shout out time!
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WinterRainbow: Don't worry, you're still getting Bionic 500. And yes, I do have Netflix, but unfortunately, the Canadian version doesn't include Lab Rats, so it's kinda a bummer. We're missing a bunch of great shows actually, like Torchwood and Under The Dome.
Smartymonster23: I'm glad you liked it!
AlienGhostWizard: I've already been nominated twice. Once by my brother and another time by my cousin.
RissA15: Wow, Chase can't catch a break with the ice thing. It would be amusing if Leo got nominated, and the Davenport brothers and Graham would deserve it too. Calla is not pleased with the workload and it's only going to get bigger.
Disneylover246: You're welcome and thanks for not being upset. And good to know your username – it's cool to see who's reviewing every week.
AllAmericanSlurp: That's okay. I don't log in half the time unless I have to update or message someone. And yeah, I do know them. Calladora has been my best friend since grade 1, I introduced GirlsRuleEverAfter to fanfiction in the first place, and The Epic Cheese Strike Force is my cousin Jaden. Anyway, I'm glad you liked the chapter, especially Skylar's part. And please, who doesn't hate her?
Snooptastic: Oh my god! That actually sounds pretty cool (pun not intended). And a day off school with no wifi? That sucks. I actually have the day off today too, but I spent it writing. And since it's an actual person, I will not encourage your abuse of the person who cursed me out, but I think they got the message. As for Caleb, I found him huddled in a corner, muttering something about an electric spear and Tartarus. Whatever you did, nice job. And I couldn't tell if you were joking about making the plotlines into stories. If you weren't, I'm afraid that at the moment, the answer is no. I recently told an author that they couldn't use my characters for a brand new story of theirs and it wouldn't be right to say yes to you the week after I told them no. Maybe in the future though. But I will answer your questions though. Calla's favourite colour is red, her favourite qualities about Chase are his bravery and selflessness, her shoe size is 9, and she LOVES lasagne. And yeah, Calla did have good reason to call Skylar a bitch. I love your story – so funny. My friend Faith and I argue about star wars all the time and we swear at each other in alien languages. We find it amusing, others think it's weird. And don't worry, I think Adam will find someone much better for him than Jessica. As for Calla not being stupid, I'm assuming that you're talking about her tutoring Caleb. Don't worry, she's not that dumb. She won't let herself get stuck tutoring him alone. She'll have Leo, or maybe another OC soon to be introduced, there at all times. And once again, I love your exits! :)
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Kihonne: Anyway, since you're guest starring, Joey, do you want to do the disclaimer?
Joey Logano: Sure. Kihonne doesn't own Lab Rats. She just owns Jaden, Calla, Kieran and anything else you don't recognize.
Calla's POV
"Hey Calla, are you coming?" Chase called from the living room as I made my way onto the main floor. He was sitting on the couch, along with Jaden, Bree while Leo and Adam were on the floor. I sighed.
"Chase, I've got a ton of work to do. You know that." I reminded him. He gave me a look and pointed at the empty spot next to him.
"Sit." He instructed. "You need a break."
I sighed again, knowing that he wasn't giving me a choice. I sat down on the couch next to him and grumpily stole the bowl of popcorn out of his hands. He chuckled at my annoyed expression.
"Oh come on Calla! I thought you loved watching Joey's races!" He said. I rolled my eyes.
"I don't remember saying that." I lied. Jaden chuckled.
"Please. You've always loved professional racing." He teased. He looked at Chase. "Did she ever tell you about the massive obsession she had with Hot Wheels when she was little?"
"Hot Wheels, really?" Chase asked, amused. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at my brother.
"Shut up!" I exclaimed, embarrassed. As if he had never had a childhood obsession with something weird. I briefly considered bringing up his crush on Sailor Moon, but before I could embarrass my older brother, Adam cut into our conversation.
"Guys! It's starting!" He told us as the race began.
"I hope Joey wins." Bree murmured. "You know, we should go see him again sometime."
"Hold on. Again?" Jaden looked at her, confused. "You've met Joey Logano? In person?"
Bree frowned. "Well yeah, we all have." She replied. He looked at her incredulously.
"Where was I?" He demanded.
"Football game in Frezno, remember? Trent and you had to share a hotel room and you were complaining about his snoring." I reminded him. Jaden looked at all of us.
"You guys seriously met Joey Logano?" He demanded again. We all nodded. "How?"
"Well…"
FLASHBACK
Chase's POV
I groaned in protest as the sound of an engine entered my dreams. Couldn't the driver keep it down? I was trying to sleep here! Unfortunately, the sounds just seemed to get louder and louder.
I forced my eyes open with a scowl, and saw that my siblings were both awake as well.
"Don't tell me it's the stupid new neighbour again!" Bree complained as she stepped out of her capsule. Adam and I followed her upstairs, the sound getting louder as we did. "Ugh! He has got to go!" She screeched in frustration.
"Why does he keep racing his car up and down our street every night?" I questioned as Leo slowly walked down from his bedroom, looking as annoyed as us.
"Oh! I know this one!" Adam exclaimed. "To get to the other side!"
I gave Adam a look, but was too tired to insult him. We listened as the neighbour continued to wake all the people on our street with his car.
"Clearly, this guy has no respect for my beauty sleep." Leo grumbled. We all looked at him. "It takes at least eight hours for me to look this good! Ten, if you want that Leo glow."
Mr. Davenport came barrelling down the stairs next, wearing some of the ugliest pyjamas I'd ever seen. "I can not believe I have to wake up to this."
"I can't believe I have to wake up to that!" Leo countered, nodding at Mr. Davenport's apparel.
Mr. Davenport rolled his eyes. "This is Italian silk. A cheetah wishes he looked this good." He protested.
"A cheetah would have the decency to cover that up with a robe." Bree argued. He gave her a look, but instead stormed to the door and flung it open.
"Hey Pierce!" Mr. Davenport shouted at our neighbour. "Get your car off my lawn!"
Pierce didn't listen, however. Mr. Davenport grabbed a remote off the table and looked at us. "Let's see how he likes my new high-pressure sprinkler system." He muttered, stepping outside while pressing some buttons on the remote. The sprinklers turned on and coated the entire yard with water. A few seconds later, Pierce's car stalled, clearly stuck. "He's stuck in the mud!" Mr. Davenport laughed.
His victory was short lived though. It didn't take long for Pierce's car to get out of the mud and when it did, it sent a large spray of the filth right back at Mr. Davenport, covering him head to toe.
"Not anymore." Leo commented as we turned around and headed back to bed.
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"Pierce kept you awake all night too?" I guessed when I saw Calla waiting for us on the steps up to the school. She shook her head, stifling a yawn.
"Just until midnight. Then I got pissed and threw an egg carton at his window. He didn't come back." She replied. "Still though. I'm tired."
"I can tell. Now come on sleepy head – it's locker reassignment day and I don't want to be last in line again. Remember what happened last time?"
That made Calla smirk. "Oh yeah! Perry stuck you between Trent and Kaitlin. Not sure who was worse – Miss Crazy or Mister Bully."
"Kaitlin, trust me on that." I shuddered at the memory. "Now come on."
Calla sighed, but got up and followed me inside. To our surprise, Leo was standing at the front of the line.
"Leo, how did you get to be first in line for locker reassignments?" I asked, frowning.
"Oh, since I couldn't get any sleep, I've been here since dawn." He replied, crossing his arms. "FYI, you do not want to see the lunch ladies without make-up."
"Wait, they wear make-up?" Calla questioned. Leo nodded, a grimace on his face.
"But, since I'm first in line, I'll finally get the corner locker." He added cheerfully. Adam, who had lined up behind us, looked at him in confusion.
"Wait a second, I thought this was the line for lice check." He gritted his teeth together in annoyance and walked away, presumably to find the correct line. Meanwhile, Leo was staring at the corner locker (the best locker in the school, according to him).
"There she is. Locker One-oh-six." He sighed happily. "Away from the traffic, near the cheerleaders, and I can see Principal Perry before anyone else. And a two second head start can save a life."
I smirked, nodding in approval. Suddenly, Perry walked out from her office.
"Listen up weasels!" She called, getting our attention. "It's locker reassignment day. Why, you ask? A little trick I picked up from my days as a prison guard. Never let the perks get comfy!" She shouted the last bit, emphasizing each word by banging her fist on the table. "Also, drag your hand through mashed potatoes to check for weapons."
We all looked at each other. Perry turned to Leo. "Alright Dooley, what locker do you want?"
"The corner one." Leo replied. She smirked.
"Already taken!" She told him, laughing gleefully. Leo stared at her in confusion.
"What? By who?" He demanded.
"By me." Calla, Leo and I turned towards the sound of the voice, a tall boy with dark hair wearing a long sleeved shirt. "Clayton Harrington." He introduced himself, sweeping his arm to one side.
"Well Clayton Harrington," Leo mimicked his arm sweep mockingly, "I know you're new here, but I was first in line." He informed the new guy. Clayton just smiled.
"Oh, I know. That's why I gave Principal Perry an all expense paid trip to go wherever she wants."
Perry's grin grew. "Staten Island cat show, here I come!"
"But that's not fair!" Leo objected.
"I know. Isn't injustice infuriating?" Perry teased. Leo turned to look at Clayton.
"Why do you care so much about getting the corner locker?" He asked. Clayton shrugged.
"Oh, I don't. But I hate lines and Harrington's don't wait. We let our money do the talking." He pulled out a wad of money. "And right now it's saying 'you don't have as much as I do.'" Clayton said the last bit in a high pitched voice voice.
Perry chuckled at the sight. She looked at Calla. "What about you, Parker? What locker?"
"Oh, she can have the corner locker if she likes." Clayton offered, smiling at my best friend. I narrowed my eyes at him. I didn't like the way he was eyeing her, as if she was some sort of trophy that he wanted to win.
Calla turned towards him, an eyebrow raised. "I can?" She asked suspiciously. Clayton smiled charmingly at her.
"Well of course." He replied, taking her hand. He pressed his lips to her knuckles for a long second, then pulled away. "Anything for a lovely little lady like you."
If anything, the annoyance I felt was growing. Calla, on the other hand, seemed amused. She pulled her hand away from Clayton, smirking.
"Yeah, nice try Mr. Richie Rich. But I'm good." She replied. Clayton shrugged and walked away. When he was gone, Calla looked down at the hand he kissed. "Gross." She muttered, wiping her hand across my shirt. I looked at her.
"Really?" I asked, looking at her. She looked at me innocently.
"What? I didn't want to get the germs of Clayton Harrington," she also mocked his arm sweep, "on my brand new shirt."
"It looks nice." I said, not really thinking about it. She blushed.
"You think?" She asked. I nodded.
"Totally." I replied. Leo rolled his eyes at us, then turned to Perry.
"Are there any other lockers left?" he asked, sounding rather annoyed. She checked the list, then pulled a key out from her pocket.
"Nope. Here's a key to the boiler room." She handed him the key and a flashlight. "Just remember to knock first. My relatives stay there when they're in town."
"What about me?" Calla called after Perry, but the woman had left. Calla sighed. "I guess I'm going to have to go kick some idiot out of their locker."
"Which idiot are you talking about?" I asked. She smiled and turned to me.
"Chase…" She began, but I cut her off before she could go any farther.
"Nope! You're not getting my locker!" I argued.
Calla's POV
I ended up getting a locker in the end. One of the football players (Kyle, I think) transferred schools, so I took the locker before anyone else could. It wasn't in an ideal location – I was stuck between the smelly football players and the even smellier locker room, but it was better than nothing.
"So, why am I here?" I questioned as I walked through the Davenport's front door. I sat down next Chase, dropping my backpack onto the floor.
"Mr. Davenport wants to teach us how to deal with noisy neighbours in a mature and responsible fashion." Chase explained, biting his cheek to stop from chuckling. I hid my own laugh behind a cough. This should be interesting.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "That's Pierce." Mr. Davenport told us. "Now watch as I handle this as an adult."
"Okay, but what do you want us to do when you start crying?" Bree asked. We all smirked at her joke, with the exception of Mr. Davenport.
He opened the front door, but it wasn't Pierce who walked in, it was Clayton. He stepped into the house, acting as if he owned it, his jacket hung over his shoulder.
"Clayton, what are you doing here?" I questioned. Clayton smiled at me.
"Looking good and smelling great." He replied. I rolled my eyes and he continued. "Oh, my dad came to talk to him." He explained, gesturing at Mr. Davenport.
"Wait, Pierce is your dad?" Chase questioned, getting up. Adam smirked.
"Makes sense. Rich jerk, rich jerk's son." He commented, earning a smile from most of the people in the room. Clayton just looked at him.
"Isn't anyone going to take my coat?" He asked. Man, he shouldn't have said that in front of Adam.
"Hell yeah I'll take it!" He exclaimed, grabbing the coat and putting it on. Or, at least he tried. All he managed to do was rip it beyond repair. Clayton stared at him in horror. At that moment, a short man walked in, presumably Pierce, and tossed Chase a pair of keys.
"Two coats of light wax and shampoo the carpets. And don't touch the radio – I'm an easy listener."
Chase gave him a look. "I'm not washing your car."
"Me neither." Adam agreed. "But may I take your coat?"
Pierce gave him a look, then continued as if Adam hadn't spoken at all. "Can we move this along? I've got golf in the AM and I like to show up early to scream during other people's swings. AH!" He shouted, startling Adam. "Drives them crazy."
"Look Pierce, I'll get right to the point." Mr. Davenport stated. "You've been driving your car across my lawn at night and you need to stop."
"Not gonna happen, but I will pay you to stop talking. What's your price?" Pierce held up a wad of cash. Mr. Davenport glanced back at us, amused, then turned back to Pierce.
"Are you trying to pay me off?" He chuckled. "I'm a billionaire."
"Wow, just a billionaire. It must be rough." Pierce said shaking his head. "Well, if you ever need a loan, you know where I live. It's the castle that sits at the top of the hill that casts a shadow over your entire existence."
Mr. Davenport's smirk didn't fade. "Please, you do not have more money that I do."
Pierce rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. He showed it to Mr. Davenport.
"That's my net worth." He said. Mr. Davenport scoffed in amusement. Pierce simply turned his phone sideways. "Not all the zeroes fit on one screen."
Mr. Davenport's smile faded when he saw the numbers. Pierce then used his finger to slide more zeroes onto the screen. "Whoa." We all murmured in awe.
He did it twice more, each time earning another "Whoa" from us.
When he finally stopped, Mr. Davenport scrambled to find some sort of dignity. "Yeah, well I see one zero that's not on that screen! Take that!"
It was a pitiful effort, but an effort all the same. "Someone's about to start crying." Bree sang to the rest of us. We all nodded our agreement.
Mr. Davenport shot her a glare, then looked back at Pierce. "Look, enough is enough. What is it going to take for you to stop driving on my lawn?"
Pierce considered it. "I can't think of a thing. Good night." He started to walk away, but Mr. Davenport stopped him.
"No! You are not leaving until we resolve this." Mr. Davenport told him.
"Fine. How about a contest?" Pierce proposed. "We can settle this on the race track. My stock car against yours. You do own a stock car, don't you?"
"Of course I own a stock car." Mr. Davenport lied. "And when I win, you stop driving your car on my lawn."
"Oh, no, no, no. I think we should play for much higher stakes. Like the deeds to each other's houses. The winner stays, the loser goes." Pierce challenged. We all exchanged looks. No way was Mr. Davenport stupid enough to agree to that.
"Deal!" Mr. Davenport snapped, much to everyone's surprise. Pierce nodded.
"See you on the track. Or later tonight when I tear up the rest of your lawn." He said, starting to walk out. He stopped in front of Chase and I, holding out his hand for his keys. Chase gave them back to him, then the rich guy looked at me. "Hey, aren't you that girl who threw the carton of eggs at my car?"
"You bet I am." I replied, crossing my arms. He gave me a look.
"You do realize that when you egg someone's car, you're supposed to take the eggs out of the carton first, right? You don't throw the whole thing." He told me.
"Don't tell me what to do, old man." I snapped. He shook his head and walked out. Clayton looked at Leo.
"You really think your dad has a chance?" He asked. Of course, Leo was forced to back Mr. Davenport up.
"Yeah, of course he will." He replied. Clayton just smirked.
"Alright then. Why don't we add a little side bet to the mix then? Winner gets the corner locker."
"You're on." Leo agreed. Clayton sent me one of his annoying smirks, then followed his dad out.
Bree turned to Mr. Davenport as soon as they were gone. "Mr. Davenport, are you sure about this?"
"Yeah, if you don't win, we'll lose our house." Leo agreed.
"And I'm pretty sure my mom's going to say no to you lot moving in, so don't count of staying at my place." I added. God, if they had to move, they could end up moving out of town. And then I wouldn't see Chase…I mean any of them again.
"Guys, I got this. Don't worry about it." He assured everyone. "I do have one question though. What exactly is a stock car?"
Everyone groaned, knowing that defeat was probably imminent. I sighed.
"You are SO lucky I love racing." I muttered. "To the lab!"
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Two days later, it was race day. Mr. Davenport and I had spent hours in the lab, using a virtual simulator to train for the race. Of course, it was no where close to being the real thing, but it was better than nothing.
And now, we were finally getting a good look at his new stock car. Like everything else at Davenport Industries, it had his name on the top in massive, impossible to miss, letters. But it wasn't as bad as usual, the blue and white actually making it look pretty cool.
"Sweet ride, Big D." Leo commented, grinning at the car. "For a second there, I forgot you weren't cool."
Bree grinned. "Yeah. A guy with a huge ego and a sport where they put your face and name on everything. It's a perfect match." She commented. I chuckled, agreeing with her completely.
"Are you sure you're going to be able to beat Pierce?" Chase questioned, looking at Mr. Davenport. "You have no stock car experience. Not to mention, you get car sick going to the store."
"Please, look at this track." Mr. Davenport objected. "Even Adam can drive in a circle."
Adam looked at him. "But this is an oval and those terrify me." He argued, completely serious. I glanced at Mr. Davenport.
"Driving in a circle gets exponentially harder when you're going two hundred miles per hour." I pointed. Mr. Davenport looked at me.
"What happened to 'you can totally win this race. It'll be a walk in the park'?" He asked. I sighed, starting to regret saying that now.
"I really don't want you guys to move, 'cause honestly, I spend more time at your place than my own."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Guys, I have got this." Mr. Davenport tried to reassure us. "I've been training in a stock car simulator for the past two days, I've hired the best pit crew in town. I've got this."
"Obnoxious Rich Slobs, twelve o'clock." I warned, seeing Pierce and Clayton come over. Mr. Davenport turned to face them.
"Well Davenport, we came over to wish you luck." Pierce said. Clayton nodded.
"You're going to need it against our driver." He agreed. They both started chuckling, while we looked at them in confusion.
"Driver?" Mr. Davenport repeated. Pierce nodded.
"I said we'd race, I didn't say I'd be the one driving." He pointed out. He glanced over his shoulder and beckoned the man in the car to come over. "Joey!"
My eyes popped when I saw who it was. No way, no way, no way! Joey Logano?!
"That's your driver?" Mr. Davenport called, completely oblivious to the excited screams coming from my inner fangirl. "When does he get his learner's permit?"
"Um, Mr. Davenport?" I said, starting to regain my composure. "That's Joey Logano."
Mr. Davenport and the others looked at me for an explanation, clearly never having seen him drive before. "Joey Logano. Started driving when he was six and has won a total of 18 races since then. He's the youngest NASCAR driver to win on the pro circuit. Ever."
"Well someone clearly did their research." Chase muttered under his breath. I rolled my eyes at him.
"He's one of my favourite NASCAR racers Chase." I told him. Meanwhile, Mr. Davenport looked positively horrified. I didn't blame him. Whatever hope any of us had that he could win had just evaporated.
"I can't believe that Big D has to race against Joey Logano." Leo complained. Mr. Davenport looked at him.
"I can still win this." He didn't sound as sure as before though. "You forget, I hired the best pit crew in town. Right…Pit Guy Number 1?"
"Yeah, nothing motivates a team like a boss that doesn't know your name." Chase said sarcastically.
"Whatever." Mr. Davenport brushed away his comment. "I'm ready. Bring on the checkered flag."
"Morning grease-monkeys." Just then, Perry walked up wearing a black and white checkered uniform.
"I take that back." Mr. Davenport commented.
"Uh Principal Perry? What are you doing here?" I inquired.
"Working. I moonlight here as an announcer/flag waver/hot rod calendar girl." She posed then, causing Mr. Davenport to cover his eyes in horror. "No one sells lug nuts like me."
"Principal Perry, don't all of these side jobs you have take away your focus from being a school principal?" Bree questioned. Perry nodded cheerfully.
"Oh, absolutely." She agreed. "Now, let's go over some rules. Hey, Logano, Rich guy! Get your sassy chassies over here and let's talk some track."
They walked over. Perry stood between them and Mr. Davenport and held up two pieces of paper. "In each of my precious paws is the deeds to each other your houses, which makes your bet a square deal. It's two hundred laps around, whoever crosses the finish line first wins." She smiled at Joey when she said that.
Joey paid her no mind and offered Mr. Davenport his hand. "Good luck out there." He said. Mr. Davenport shook his hand, though Perry tried to get in the way. Clearly, I wasn't Joey's only fan here.
Chase's POV
"Are you ready, Mr. Davenport?" I asked through the headphones I'd been given. He was set up in his car, while the rest of us watched from the sidelines.
"I got this." He replied, sounding confident.
"When I drop this flag, you guys burn rubber!" Perry shouted, standing between the two cars. She held up a metal object. "Oh, and by the way, this came off one of your cars. I don't know what it does, but it doesn't matter now!"
Perry took a few seconds, then waved the flag. "Good luck!"
Joey's car shot past her, leaving Mr. Davenport's car sitting there in the dust, not moving.
"What is he doing?" Calla demanded, glancing at me. In my ear, I could hear him going over his driving checklist. Then he started complaining about how different this was from his simulator.
"GO!" We all shouted in frustration. He got the hint and hit the accelerator.
Four dozen laps later, I decided to check in with him. Because clearly, he needed some motivation.
"You're doing great, Mr. Davenport." I told him. Calla gave me a look that clearly questioned my sanity.
"Really?" Mr. Davenport was surprised. Calla rolled her eyes.
"Nope. You're twenty-eight laps behind." She informed him using her own set of headphones. I glanced at her.
"You don't have to be so cynical, you know." I told her. She smirked.
"But it's so much fun, Chase!" She objected playfully. I chuckled and watched as Mr. Davenport passed us, waving as he went.
Bree groaned in frustration. "Would one of you PLEASE tell him that he doesn't have to wave every time he passes us?"
Of course, the next time he passed us, he waved again. "Quit it with the waving!" Calla exclaimed. I chuckled again. She could be really cute when she was frustrated.
"So, where are you guys thinking about moving?" Of course Clayton had to walk over and ruin the mood.
"Well, my guy says Cleveland, but I'm an Indiana man at heart." Adam replied.
"We're not going to lose, Clayton." Leo growled, sending Adam a silencing glare.
"Keep telling yourself that, junior." Clayton chuckled. Leo stared at him.
"I'm the same age as you." Leo pointed out.
"Your wallet's not!" Clayton snapped.
"That doesn't make any sense." Leo told him. Even Adam made more sense than that most of the time.
"My wallet makes sense – it talks to me all the time and right now it's saying 'Can I have Leo's bedroom?'." He said in the same high pitched voice as before. "Yes you can."
He walked away, still talking to his wallet. "Oh yeah? Well just for the record, your wallet and your money have the same voice." Leo called after him.
Calla sighed. "Remind me to teach him how to trash talk, okay? Because that was pathetic." She glanced at me. I smirked.
"Agreed." I nodded.
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Much, much later, around his hundredth lap, Mr. Davenport rolled into the pit stop. Several members of his pit crew went straight to work as we ran to the window.
"I can't believe I'm losing so badly." Mr. Davenport looked really surprised by that. We all were too. I mean, obviously Joey Logano was a professional, but the distance by which Mr. Davenport was losing didn't seem right.
"You do know that stepping on the gas peddle makes it go faster, right?" Bree questioned him.
"There's got to be something wrong with the car." He protested. Adam nodded.
"Alright, let's be smart about this and eliminate variables." He said, sounding like he actually knew what he was talking about. I was almost impressed. Then he continued talking. "First of all, are we sure the car is not in reverse?"
Mr. Davenport gave him a look as Calla and I pushed Adam and Bree out of the way. "It's been almost a minute. Shouldn't your pit crew be done by now?" I questioned. Calla nodded.
"Where's your crew chief anyway?" she questioned, looking around. I spotted him first, chatting with Pierce and Clayton.
"What is he doing down there?" I asked, glancing at Calla. She shrugged and I looked back at them, pushing my hair away from my ear as I focused my bionic hearing on them.
"This is going great." Pierce was saying to the crew chief. "Whatever you did to slow down Davenport's car, worked."
Clayton then handed the man a wad of cash. "Tell me they haven't bribed the him." Calla said, looking at the exchange. Although she couldn't hear them, she could easily see the money being handed over.
"Afraid so." I muttered. I turned back to Mr. Davenport. "Pierce is cheating. He paid your pit crew to sabotage your car."
"I knew it." Mr. Davenport muttered. He pulled himself out of the car, resting on the window's opening, and looked at his pit crew. "You guys are fired." He announced before stepping out of it completely.
They all shrugged and left, the wheels of Mr. Davenport's tires still sitting on the ground. "I probably should have waited until they put those back on." Mr. Davenport admitted.
Suddenly, I had an idea. "Mr. Davenport, what if we replaced your pit crew with a bionic pit crew?" I suggested.
"Or we could start rooting for Joey Logano." Adam suggested. We all looked at him. "Hey, just throwing out options."
"Hold on." Leo told us. "Isn't using bionics technically cheating?"
"Hey, they cheated first! Technically, I'm just levelling the playing field." Mr. Davenport defended himself. I nodded.
"Okay, I'll tap into the car's central computer and optimize it for peak performance." I announced. "Bree, use your super speed to change these tires and to gas it up, and Adam-"
"Can do this." He finished, bending down and lifting the car. He grinned at Leo and Calla. "Pretty cool, huh?"
"Impressive." Calla agreed. "Alright boys, Bree. Let's get to work."
Calla's POV
Mr. Davenport was racing again, and going faster than ever. Whatever Chase did must have really helped, because the gap between him and Joey was closing.
"With fifty laps to go, Logano's lead is shrinking!" Perry announced. "Davenport is actually catching up. And don't forget, your lug-nut calendars are available at the concession stand. Keep an eye out for April; I'm wearing tires."
We all shuddered at the very thought of that.
"Great job, Chase. This car is flying now!" Mr. Davenport exclaimed through the headsets. I nodded in agreement.
"I can't believe it! He actually has a chance to win. Nice work, boy wonder." I grinned at Chase. He smiled.
"Thanks Cal." He replied as Mr. Davenport rolled into the pit stop once again. Bree jumped over the barrier.
"Okay, we need to change the tires in under ten seconds or-" Leo didn't even get to finish his sentence before she sped around the car. When she skidded to a stop, she was covered in grease and the tires had been changed.
"Done." She sang, jumping back over the barrier.
"You're good to go, Mr. Davenport." I told my boss. He waved at us, then drove off, a strong gust of wind hitting us all in the face.
Mr. Davenport was actually doing pretty good in the race. In fact, he and Joey were on the same lap now, with only thirty to go.
"This is incredible. Davenport has even it up." Perry declared. "I'm almost beginning to care who wins."
Mr. Davenport continued to race around the track as Joey pulled into the pit stop. We couldn't hear what was going on over there, but clearly something was up. Suddenly, Joey climbed out of his car through the window, pulled of his helmet, and started walking towards us.
"Where are you going?" Pierce shouted after him. "You can't leave!"
"Just did." Joey called back. We all stared in amazement as Joey walked over to our side of the pit stop.
"So, it looks like my afternoon just freed up. You guys need any help?" He offered. None of us could think of what to say. "Please say yes. I want to hide from that creepy flag lady."
We looked over his shoulder to see Perry eyeing him like he was her dinner. "Uh…sure?" I managed to get out.
"Thanks." Joey replied, climbing over the barrier. I glanced over at Chase, a grin on my face. Joey Logano was helping us!
Okay, so maybe I was a little over-excited. But Joey Logano was my favourite NASCAR driver of all time! At least I wasn't fawning over him like Perry, although I would kill for an autograph.
Meanwhile, Pierce had decided that he would finish the race is Joey's place. He was right in front of Mr. Davenport, not giving him a chance to get ahead.
"Two laps to go in the Rich Jerk 500. Davenport and Pierce are neck and neck." Perry announced. "It's anyone's race and I think we're all wondering the same question: is there a Mrs. Logano?"
"You were right about creepy." I muttered to Joey. He chuckled.
"Is she really your principal?" He questioned. I nodded.
"I'm afraid so." I replied.
Joey smirked at me, then started speaking into his headphones. "Davenport, you're doing great. Just please stop saying vroom-vroom every time you make a turn."
"Gotcha." Mr. Davenport agreed. There was giddiness in his voice. "I can't believe this. I think I'm going to win. I'm going to win!"
He suddenly started screaming. As his car passed us, we could see that he accidently pulled the steering wheel off. He started panicking, while Joey simply chuckled.
"You do know that it pops back on, right?" He questioned. A few seconds later, Mr. Davenport's car corrected itself.
"I knew that." Mr. Davenport lied, driving right in behind of Pierce. He stayed behind him, not trying to get in front just yet. In fact, he appeared to be slowing down.
"What is Mr. Davenport doing?" Chase demanded. "Why is he slowing down?"
"He's going to lose the race." Bree cried.
"He's obviously giving up. It's the honourable thing to do." Adam told her. I shook my head at them.
"He's drafting." I explained in a bored tone. Joey nodded.
"A good idea on his part." He agreed.
"Drafting?" Leo repeated.
"It's something I learned from my driving simulator." Mr. Davenport explained. "I'm reducing my wind resistance by hiding behind Pierce's car. Then I'm going to slingshot past him in the straight away. On my controller it's red, red, green, up arrow, but I think I can make it work."
Jut like Mr. Davenport said, he shot out from behind Pierce and sped past him, waving as he went. Mr. Davenport hit the turn and drove around it with ease.
"Vroom-vroom!" He laughed, then he caught himself. "Sorry Joey."
Joey chuckled. "It's alright. We all do it."
Both Mr. Davenport and Pierce raced towards the finish line. And although it was close, it was obvious who had won.
"And Davenport crosses the finish line!" Perry shouted, waving her flag.
"Yes!" "He did it!" "Woo-hoo!" We all cheered. Leo hugged Bree, Adam and Joey high-fived each other, and I threw my arms around Chase.
"You guys don't have to move!" I cheered, hugging him tightly. He grinned and hugged me back.
"I know!" He laughed in relief.
"Great job guys. Now it's time for the real race – getting away from that flag lady."
"Good luck with that!" I called after him as he ran, Perry chasing after him while screaming about calendars.
Mr. Davenport drove into the pit stop then, a grin on his face. We applauded as he climbed out, watching as he fell onto his butt, then continued to clap when he jumped back onto his feet.
"Nice work Mr. Davenport!" Chase exclaimed. "You totally showed those guys who's the boss!"
"Yes, yes I did." Mr. Davenport agreed. "But it's important to remember; always win with dignity."
Then Mr. Davenport caught sight of Pierce talking to Clayton and started bragging like a little kid.
Leo walked up to Clayton, ignoring Mr. Davenport. "Well Clayton, looks like the corner locker is all mine." He sighed happily.
"I'm still richer than you." Clayton snapped.
"And you know what that got you today?" Leo asked. He smirked. "Nothing."
"Yeah, well…" Clayton searched his mind for an insult. "Your wallet's nothing."
"Oh, it's something. And right now it's saying," Leo replied. He pulled out his wallet and started talking in a high pitched voice. "'Please have my locker cleaned out by 7 AM'."
Clayton glared at him, and walked away with a huff, leaving the rest of us chuckling at his immaturity.
Chase's POV
"Hey Leo." Calla, Bree, Adam and I walked over to Leo, who was standing by his locker and telling it how beautiful it was. Kinda disturbing, but hopefully, he would stop. Eventually.
"So, how does it feel having the best locker in school?" Bree asked. Leo smirked at us.
"Oh, I'm not the only one with a good locker. I got primo upgrades for you four too. Any locker you want until we graduate." He told us. We all grinned.
"No way! I get that locker for six more years?" Adam said, eyes wide. We all exchanged looks.
"Maybe longer." Bree told him, patting his arm. He grinned even wider. I looked at Leo.
"How'd you pull that off?" I questioned. Leo frowned.
"I don't know. Principal Perry is just in a really good mood." He replied. Suddenly, Calla spoke up from beside me.
"I think I know why." She told us, pointing as Perry walked out of her office. Instead of wearing her usual grey or brown pant suit, she was wearing Joey Logano's racing uniform. "Where did you get that?" Calla demanded, eyes wide.
"Joey Logano left his racing suit behind." Perry explained. "And I customized it in all the right places."
She did a lunge-like pose to show off, then walked off. I turned to the others. "And some of the wrong ones." I added. They all nodded in agreement, Leo covering his eyes in disgust.
FLASHBACK OVER
(Still Chase's POV)
"…And that is how we met Joey Logano." I finished. Jaden looked at us, shaking his head.
"I seriously miss all the fun stuff." He muttered. Calla smirked.
"Hey, at least you didn't have to see Perry in that suit." She commented. We all shuddered at the memory.
"True." Jaden agreed. "So, did Pierce and Clayton do what they said? Did they actually move?"
"Yep." Bree nodded. "Never saw them again."
"Hey, didn't someone move into their house recently?" Leo asked, looking at Calla. She nodded.
"Oh yeah! There's this new kid at school. Kieran Daniels." She replied. She glanced at us. "Nice kid, kinda keeps to himself though. I have biology with him."
"Oh cool." I replied, smiling at her. Even though people were finally starting to like the idea of bionic people, Kaitlin and Jessica were still avoiding Calla. It was nice that she was making some new friends aside from Caleb.
"So, are we missing anything else at school?" Adam asked, glancing at Calla and Leo.
"Let's see…there's the science fair, but only Chase would be missing that." Leo said. He looked at Calla. "I think that's it. I mean, Kieran's the only new kid, there aren't any other events going on either."
"Yeah, you guys haven't missed that much." Calla assured us. She got up to make a snack, her phone in her hand. She stopped suddenly, staring at it. "You've got to be joking."
"What's up?" I asked, looking at her. She turned around and tossed me her phone so I could read the message.
From: Evil Agent Graham
Need to see bionic kids tomorrow. Make sure they're at home.
"Graham wants to see us tomorrow." I told Adam and Bree. I looked up at Calla and tossed her phone back to her. "Why is he labelled in your contacts as 'evil'?"
"Because I don't like him." She replied, catching the phone in her hands. "I wonder what he wants."
We all wondered the same thing.
Kihonne: Alright, that seems like a good way to end it. What did you guys think? Honestly, I'm not too pleased with it – Calla really didn't have too much to do – but it's better than nothing. Plus, I got to mention a brand new OC. I told you guys that you'd be seeing more of these in the future and Kieran's just the first.
Anyway, with the HIATUS finally ending as of Monday, that means I'm going to have more episodes to give you guys! So, YAY for that! But, because I'm probably going to need some extra time to work on this chapter (it's the first new episode since You Posted What?, I need to make it perfect) and because I usually get most of my work done on the weekend, don't expect it to be up until September 5th or 6th. Sorry folks, but don't worry – I'll make sure the wait is worth it.
