Hey everyone! Sorry it has been so long, I am adjusting to my first pair of glasses! anyways, thanks for all the feedback from the last chapter, it was great!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.
It was late, and he really should have been in bed by now. Especially when he was preaching to his kids about getting some rest.
But there was someone Donald had to talk to first.
"Douglas? You awake?" Donald called, knocking on his brother's door.
"Yeah, come in," Douglas called back.
Donald carefully opened the door and entered his brother's room. He saw Douglas sitting back in his desk chair, staring at the wall. Donald took a seat at the corner of the bed across from him. "Douglas, you okay?"
"Yeah," Douglas murmured. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, it has been a rather eventfully and emotionally draining day," Donald replied, attempting to make eye contact with his brother.
Douglas only gave a slight nodded, staring the pattern of the wallpaper.
"Are you thinking about her?" Donald asked hesitantly.
"Giselle? No, she doesn't deserve the time," Douglas replied.
"I, I actually meant Sarah. Are you thinking about her?" Donald corrected.
Douglas closed his eyes. "What would it matter if I was?"
"It would matter because I can see that you are hurting. On various levels, we all can," Donald answered.
"I'm not-"
"Don't deny it," Donald huffed.
"Why don't you just stay out of my business?" Douglas hissed.
"Because you are my brother, you are my business," Donald shrugged. "I don't want to see you go crazy again, and I'm sure the kids don't either,"
Douglas visibly winced. "Don't call me that,"
Donald's eyes widened as he realized what came out of his mouth. "I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean it like-"
"I know what you meant," Douglas muttered. He sighed. "Can you leave me alone now?"
"Can I ask one last question first?" Donald asked.
"Fine," Douglas muttered.
"What if Giselle was right?" Donald asked quietly.
"She, she can't be right. Sarah died. End of story. Giselle must have just finally lost it and kidnapped a girl who, based on circumstantial evidence may have, in some alternate universe, been Sarah,"
Donald nodded, but then shrugged. "But let's say, hypothetically, that this is a hypothetical universe-"
"Donnie!"
"What if Giselle is right?" Donald murmured. "What would you say then?"
Douglas sighed. "Then I'd say good for her,"
"But if Sarah didn't really die-"
"But she did," Douglas asserted.
"If Giselle has doubts-"
"She is a lunatic!"
"You never saw a body Douglas, Giselle is the one who handled it-"
"Stop!" Douglas screamed."I don't want to keep playing these wih these horrid minds games Giselle is still tormenting us with, even though she is behind bars!"
"Douglas, I am trying to look out for you-"
"If you were truly looking out for me you would stop putting me through all this!" Douglas snapped.
Donald took a calming breath. "Fine then, good night," he muttered, heading for the door.
Douglas sighed, feeling a bit of guilt for snapping at his brother. "I'm sorry too, okay?"
Donald nodded. "Kay. Good night,"
"Night," Douglas murmured, watching his brother leave the room.
In the student dormitory,
While the others had rushed to go check on Adam, Leo had volunteered to get Taylor back to her dorm. He walked slowly down the hallway, tightly holding her steady.
"Hum, um," he heard a murmur.
Leo looked down to see Taylor squirm, awakening. The next moment she began to struggle immensely.
"Taylor, Taylor what's wrong?" Leo asked, startled.
"L-Leo, is that you?" Taylor asked quietly, her voice shaking.
"Yeah, it's me. Taylor are you alright?" Leo asked.
At the confirmation of his presence, Taylor took a deep breath. "Just a bit jumpy, what happened?"
Leo looked at her carefully. "You got kidnapped by Giselle, don't you remember?"
"I-I didn't know it was Giselle. I just remember be taken by some woman claiming to be my mother, apologizing to me, promising me that she would 'fix me'. I, I-" Taylor curled up against Leo, trying with every fiber of her being not to burst into tears.
Leo held her tightly. "Taylor, it's okay. Your safe now. We are back at the academy,"
"Am, am I still bionic?" Taylor asked in fear.
"Yes, you still have your chip. She didn't do anything else to you, did she?" Leo asked.
"She- She took my glasses," Taylor answered.
Leo sighed. "But other than that, you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just tired," Taylor responded, letting her tense muscles relax a bit.
"Why don't we get you to your capsule then," Leo replied, walking into her dorm room.
"Thanks," Taylor whispered, resting her head on his shoulder.
"For what?" Leo asked. "I've definitely caused you more harm then good-"
"Leo, that's not true," Taylor interrupted.
"Giselle was right, I am the reason-"
"The reason that I'm blind? Leo, we've been over this time and time again. It was an accident, it wasn't your fault," Taylor insisted.
"I should have noticed that it was too much for you, I shouldn't have maxed out your bionics," Leo argued.
"Leo, you couldn't have known what would happen. I'm not genetically engineered, remember? My chip isn't correctly wired to my nervous system. Douglas says that is why I glitch and have memories of Krane, and why I couldn't handle that EMP. It wasn't your fault," Taylor whimpered.
Leo sighed. "I'm sorry, I can't help but feel bad about it, still,"
"Well get over it," Taylor huffed. "You are going to have way worse screw ups in the future, so you should spend your time preparing for them instead of worrying about your past ones,"
"Wise words from a half asleep bionic," Leo smirked, helping her into her capsule.
Taylor smiled. "Thanks. Good night Leo,"
"Good night Taylor," Leo replied, shutting the capsule door.
In the mentor's quarters,
"Hey, Chase," Bree whispered the moment they entered the room.
"What is it?" Chase asked, looking up at his sister.
"Have you been noticing anything strange lately?" Bree asked.
Chase smirked. "Everything around here is strange, how do you expect me to keep track of it all,"
Bree rolled her eyes. "I meant about Adam,"
"Well, in his defense, he is on some strong pain medication right now-"
"Not just today, but for the past week. Haven't you noticed? Ever since that schedule change he's been acting really different," Bree explained.
Chase thought for a moment. "I guess you're right. he has been surprisingly helpful, hasn't thrown me in like three days, and we had a really weird moment the other day,"
"Weird moment?" Bree asked.
"Yeah, I walked in on him and Kate, they were in the training area alone for some reason, and I snuck up on Kate and she punched me right in the nose. I've never seen her use so much for force before! Adam made a comment, Kate got upset and left but Adam went after her. I then went to the infirmary, and later Adam came and hugged me and told me a bunch of emotional stuff. It was weird," Chase told her.
"That is weird- wait, him and Kate?" Bree asked slowly.
"Yeah, Kate, what about her?" Chase asked.
"Adam and Kate walked into the student dorms together, giggling about something, before Giselle attacked. They seemed to be getting along pretty well," Bree said.
"Never would have guessed those two would end up friends," Chase shrugged.
Bree's tired eyes widened into a state of excitement. "What if they aren't friends!"
Chase raised an eyebrow. "I thought we just established that they got along together, I can't imagine them disliking each other-"
"Not like that!" Bree huffed.
"You don't make any sense," Chase sighed, stepping into his capsule
"Chase! We know that they like each other, but what if they like like each other?" Bree grinned.
"Like Like? Bree they aren't six, and you can't possibly be suggesting that, that-"
"That the two of them dating!" Bree squealed.
"Or they could just be crushing on each other, or they are just friends," Chase suggested.
Bree nodded. "You're right, we need evidence,"
"Evidence? Bree, you're crazy," Chase said, rolling his eyes.
"And you are going to help me," Bree smirked, walking to her own capsule.
"And why would I do that?" Chase asked.
"Because if you don't, I'll tell Douglas you were the one who got into his hair gel," Bree grinned.
"It was one time!" Chase gasped.
"And I'll only tell Douglas one time, but if you help me tomorrow, I won't tell him at all," Bree said sweetly.
"Fine," Chase groaned.
Bree giggled in excitement. "Good night Chase!" she called before shutting her capsule door.
"Night," Chase grumbled. Why did he always get tied into his sister's scheme's?!
The next morning,
Taylor stood in her capsule, wide awake. She had a feeling it was past training time, but there was one small thing keeping her from leaving the room.
She couldn't see her way out.
All the other students had already awoken and left the room, so no one was there to hear her calls. So she stood there, waiting for someone to enter the room.
Bored out her mind, began to hum to herself.
"Taylor? What are you doing?" A voice asked, interrupting her song.
"Leo?! Oh good you are here, I've been standing here like an idiot, for well, I'm not sure how long," Taylor sighed.
"Why didn't you leave the room?" Leo asked.
"Because, without my glasses, I can't exactly find my way around this place," Taylor replied.
Leo reached out and took her arm. "Let me help you to the common area then, Douglas has been looking for you,"
"He has?" Taylor asked. "Why?"
Leo shrugged. "Not entirely sure, but what ever it takes to delay training,"
Taylor smirked. "Saturdays are important to staying in shape to Leo,"
"But you know I love sleeping in," Leo groaned, walking with her through the corridors.
"But you love being a bionic super hero even better, don't you?" Taylor teased.
Leo grinned. "Of course I do!"
When they entered the corridor, Taylor heard the ramblings of not only various students, but also the voices of Donald and Douglas.
"Taylor, where have you been? We were looking for you," Donald said.
"Sorry Mr. Davenport, I couldn't exactly find my way here," Taylor admitted sheepishly.
"No, I'm the one who should be sorry Taylor. I should have sent someone to get you," Donald sighed.
"As much as I love you admitting to your mistakes," Douglas spoke up from him work. "I think Taylor can start making her way down here on her own,"
"But Douglas, I can't see where I'm going-" Taylor stopped when she felt a familiar synthetic metal placed on her ears and the bridge of her nose.
"My glasses!" She exclaimed, happy to have some of her independence back.
"How'd you find them?" Leo asked.
"I didn't," Douglas admitted. "I just made a new pair,"
"It must have taken you all night," Taylor murmured.
Douglas shrugged. "It was nothing,"
Taylor reached out and hugged the inventor, surprising him. "Thank you Thank you Thank you!"
"Uh, your welcome Taylor," Douglas muttered.
"Careful, he's allergic to emotion," Leo warned, earning a high five from Donald.
Douglas rolled his eyes. "I'm allergic to all emotions, just happiness,"
At that moment, Douglas' phone went off. He opened the text and sighed. "Chase needs help, a few of the younger students are levitating him in the air again,"
"Let's go," Leo said, running off with Douglas to go relieve the poor mentor.
Taylor turned to head to the training area, but was stopped by Donald.
"Hey Taylor, do have a minute?" Donald asked.
"Yeah, how can I help you Mr. Davenport?" Taylor asked.
"I just wanted to ask how you were doing after, after the whole kidnapping incident," Donald said.
Taylor sighed. "I think I'll be alright. I, I guess I was just disappointed, that's all,"
"Disappointed?" Donald asked.
Taylor bit her lip. "Well, yes. I mean, after finding out that my mother gave me to Krane for experimentations in return for cash, I was already devastated, and then when Giselle kidnapped me and told me that I was her daughter, well, I don't know,"
"Did you believe her?" Donald asked cautiously.
"Well, I really didn't have time to think. For the short time before she drugged me, I was freaking out because she said she was going to take out my chip," Taylor answered. She took a deep breath. "Mr. Davenport, there isn't any chance that what she was saying was true, is there?"
Donald sighed. "The others have discredited it, but I think there could be a chance. The dates do match up. But there is only one way to find out,"
"How?" Taylor asked.
"A DNA test," Donald replied.
"So don't you need to go get a sample from Giselle? She's in prison on the other side of the planet," Taylor said.
"Actually, Taylor, we don't. Giselle's daughter, Sarah, wasn't just Giselle's daughters. She was Douglas' too. So to see if your Sarah, we just need to see if you are biologically his daughter," Donald explained.
"Wow, so then Adam, Bree and Chase would be my siblings, and Leo my cousin?" Taylor asked.
Donald nodded. "And I your uncle. But that's only if the test is positive, I don't want to get your hopes up or crushed if this isn't true,"
"I don't care. Let's do it," Taylor decided, watching his grab the swab.
It was about time she got answers, don't you think so?
I apologize now for the lack of Adam/Kate in this chapter, but I promise, the next one will get really fluffy!
So, yes, Donald is giving Taylor a DNA test because he has doubts about her parentage. And he isn't going to be the one to tell Douglas about the test. Yet. But what could the test come back as...
Positive? Negative? Neutral? Negative? Positive?
What will Taylor think?! Or do?! How do you think Douglas will react when he finds the truth? I think that is the biggest question here. But what is the truth?
Please review and let some of those emotions out, Douglas may be allergic but I'm not! Thanks, ~AzulaTano.