Welcome everyone to chapter 15! Thinking of this story has made me emotional, knowing that very soon it will be an end. But a huge thank you to everyone who has supported this story, by reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing. It means more to me than you probably realize.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.
Leo entered the mentor's quarters, friend and uncle on his tail. He had to admit, Douglas' know it all grin was driving Leo up all. How come he knew what this was about?
And if Leo didn't know any better, he would have said that Taylor knew as well.
Upon arrival, Leo noticed both Bree and Chase sitting on the sofa impatiently.
"Do you guys have any idea what this is about?" Leo asked.
Chase just shrugged while his sister smiled gleefully. "Oh, just an idea," Bree giggled as Taylor sat down next to her.
"Wait- what?" Leo inquired.
"Relax Leo, Donnie will be here soon and we can start with him," Douglas smirked, taking a seat in the arm chair.
"Can someone please just tell me what is going on?" Leo groaned.
"I will," Donald proclaimed, entering the room with Adam. Both men's faces were an unusual red color, as if they were embarrassed about their entrance. Donald helped his son into the opposite arm chair.
"How are you feeling Adam?" Douglas asked.
"I'm fine now," Adam said quietly.
"Are you sure? Is that what this meeting is about?" Leo asked.
Donald shook his head. "Don't worry, Adam will be fine,"
"Wait, so is this meeting about Adam and Kate then?" Chase asked.
"What about Adam and Kate?" Leo asked, turning to his brother.
"About their relationship. I thought this meeting was about the whole 'mentor dating a student' issue," Chase replied.
"What?! Adam, why didn't you tell me that you were dating Kate?" Leo asked.
Adam sighed. "We weren't really telling anyone," he said, turning to Chase. "How did you know?"
Chase shrugged. "I have my ways,"
"We spied on you," Bree admitted. "But hey, it's fine. I'm pretty sure the whole academy already knows,"
"The whole academy? I doubt it," Leo said. "If it got past me then-"
"No, no, the rest of the students know," Taylor smirked. "Even I can see behind all the sneaking around Adam and Kate have been doing,"
"What? So everyone knew about this except me?" Leo huffed.
"Yeah," the rest of the room concluded.
Adam looked away, blushing. This wasn't the conversation he wanted to be having with the rest of his family. But hey, it was better than his earlier conversation with his father.
"Guys, that isn't what this family meeting is about," Donald sighed.
"Then what is it about?" Leo moaned. "I can't take it much longer,"
"It's about a new addition to the family," Donald said. "Or rather, a reunited one,"
Leo raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
"That would be me," Taylor answered, instantly feeling a pair of arms around her.
"Yes!" Bree cheered.
"What about Taylor?" Adam asked, equally confused as Leo.
"I'm your sister," Taylor answered slowly.
"How?" Adam asked.
"Giselle was right," Douglas spoke up. "Taylor, as it turns, really is our daughter Sarah,"
"So, you really are Sarah then?" Chase asked distantly.
"Are we going to call you that now?" Adam asked.
Taylor shook her head. "No. I even got my official birth certificate in the mail. My corrected birth certificate," she smiled, directing it towards her father.
"Corrected?" Chase asked.
"Yep, as of today, I am officially Taylor Louise Davenport," Taylor responded.
Bree squealed with uncontainable excitement and squeezed her sister tighter. "This is amazing,"
"I'm glad you're taking this so well," Donald smiled.
"Of course!" Bree insisted. "I've wanted a sister for basically my whole life, and now, I finally got her! Another girl! We can do our hair together, and our hair and nails, and we can talk about clothing and girl stuff that the boys can never comprehend!" Bree envisioned.
"Wait, what?" Taylor asked.
"Oh it's going to be so much fun! I don't have class this afternoon, we could go straight to the mall and-"
"Bree, let's try not to overwhelm Taylor with all of this, okay?" Douglas heeded her.
"Fine," Bree huffed, tightening her grip on Taylor. "But I'm not giving her up that easily,"
"No one says you have to," Taylor smiled. "Let's just not jump into total makeovers just yet. I don't think you want me trying to curl your hair or apply anything to your face,"
"Why? I trust you," Bree promised her.
Taylor raised an eyebrow. "Really? Hot metal curling irons, pointed applicators, and a blind stylist. Good idea Bree,"
Bree shrunk back into the couch while her brother's snickered. "Oh, sorry,"
"It's okay Bree," Taylor shrugged. "Let's just do something that won't end in disaster,"
"Well, maybe we can got to the mall, or to a concert Friday night," Bree suggested.
"That would be awesome, but can we move that to Saturday?" Taylor asked.
"Sure, why?" Bree asked.
"I'll be out of town," Taylor whispered.
"Out of town?" Leo echoed.
"Dad and I are going on a little... excursion," Taylor responded. Judging by the distance sound of her voice, the other's quickly dropped the subject.
Friday Morning, Brook City Maximum Security Prison,
"Taylor, are you sure about this?" Douglas asked as the stood mere feet away from the holding cells.
Taylor nodded. "I need to talk to her,"
Douglas looked up at the guards. "Go ahead then, let her in," he ordered.
The guards parted and lead Taylor to the small visiting room. There lay a long silver, rectangular table, one chair on each of its longer sides. The side closest to the door was meant for Taylor. This can be determined because in the other chair sat the one and only Giselle Vickers. There was no glass or barrier between them, but the chains adorning Giselle's orange jump suit kept her from lashing out. No longer in her prime, her short stay in the high security facility had taken a toll on her.
"You came," Giselle whispered, a bit taken back by the sudden visit.
Taylor, unable to see how her mother's condition had deteriorated in prison, felt no sympathy for the deranged woman. Keeping her head high, she sat in the opposite chair. "I did,"
"Sarah," Giselle started, reaching a hand towards her.
Taylor jerked back, even though she knew the restraints would prevent Giselle from touching her. "You lay on finger on me and the guards and my father will be in here,"
"Why are you here?" Giselle asked numbly. "Sarah, I'm sorry if I scared you but-"
"No buts. And please, stop calling me Sarah," Taylor sighed.
"But that is your name," Giselle replied calmly. "You are Sarah,"
"I was Sarah," Taylor corrected. "But that girl is gone,"
"No, she isn't," Giselle gasped. "You are right here in front of me!"
Taylor just shook her head. "No, she has been gone a very long time. The moment you gave me to Krane, I became S-1, not Sarah,"
"But you are my daughter, my little girl," Giselle cried. "You're right here,"
"I am not your daughter," Taylor snapped. "You didn't want me, you made that very clear when you sold me to that mad man,"
"I had no choice," Giselle retorted.
"Why? Why did you have no other option? Why go through all the trouble to fake my death and hurt my father and I?" Taylor growled.
Giselle looked at Taylor and sighed. "I had a budding career, dreams of greatness! I couldn't raise a kid, especially not with a man I didn't love. I needed to give myself my best chance,"
"Then why didn't you just let Douglas raise me on his own? He was willing! Or at least give me up to a family that would have taken care of me..." Taylor murmured.
"Taylor, I couldn't give you up for adoption with Douglas' consent, and I knew I would never get it from him," Giselle informed her.
"So you sold me to a dangerous man who ran countless experiments on me?" Taylor countered.
"I'm so sorry Taylor," Giselle cried. Taylor sat for a few minutes while the woman sobbed until Giselle finally composed herself. "That's why when I found you, I knew I had to get you back. I had to help you,"
"Help me? You tried to get rid of my bionics!" Taylor screeched.
"I wanted to undo what Krane did to you," Giselle defended.
"Well that's impossible now! You can't take away the years of experiments, neglect and abuse!" Taylor huffed.
"Then what can I do to help you?" Giselle asked desperately.
Taylor withdrew a folder from her bag, along with a black pen. "You can sign these abandonment papers and give up any claims custody of me,"
"And this, this will help you? Make you happy? Is this what you really want?" Giselle asked.
Taylor nodded. "I do,"
"Okay then, hand them over," Giselle whispered. Taylor slid the paper's across the table and rolled the pen to her. Giselle took a deep breath. Maybe if she didn't fully sign them, then Taylor would have to come back. It's not like Taylor could see what she wrote. This wouldn't be the end. But Douglas, he would tell her. And maybe instead of Taylor her next visitor would be an angry ex. So instead she flourished her distinct signature across the pages and returned them to her now former daughter.
"Thank you," Taylor whispered, suddenly standing up.
"I'm, I'm happy that you came," Giselle sniffled. "It was really good to see you, to know that you are okay,"
Taylor nodded. "I'm more than okay. Or at least, I will be," she said, heading towards the door.
"Good bye Sar-," Giselle stopped herself. "Good bye Taylor,"
"Good bye Giselle," Taylor said quickly before rushing into the hallway.
Douglas looked up to see his daughter fast approaching. Tears welling in her eyes, Taylor had to take her glasses off. She knew that if she cried, they would get wet, and she could not let that happen. But sadly, taking them off was a tale tell sign that something was wrong.
Her father began walking towards her. "Taylor, what's wrong?"
Taylor dropped her folder, letting the papers spill across the floor. She let herself fall as well, but into her father's arms. "She signed it," Taylor cried into his shirt.
"Isn't that what you wanted?" Douglas asked gently.
"Yes, I got exactly what I wanted," Taylor sniffled. "I got closure, don't you?" she asked, motioning to the visitation center.
Douglas shrugged. "I'm okay," he told her. Douglas knew that going in there would only make him more angry, not at peace with any of what had happened. The only thing, he knew, that would bring him any comfort was being with Taylor, and making sure she was alright.
"Can we go home know then?" Taylor asked tearfully.
Douglas gave her a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, let's go home,"
One Month Later,
Taylor sat in the cafeteria, enjoying lunch with her sister. While she may have gotten off of the whole make up issue, she failed to get out of Bree's hair guilt trip. So Taylor sat with her head held high, her hair braided eloquently by her fore mentioned sister. It's not like Taylor could see it anyways, it made Bree happy, and other people told her it looked good. So all around, a win.
Taylor's train of thought was dismantled the moment Adam came running into the room.
"Adam, what's up?" Bree asked.
"I, um, had a question for you two," Adam murmured uncomfortably.
"About what?" Taylor asked.
"Well, you see, I, uh, found something in the bathroom trash can and I-"
"Adam! Didn't you and Mr. Davenport already have this talk? You know about the female anatomy and what not," Bree pointed out.
"And if you had any questions about it, you really shouldn't be asking your sisters," Taylor added.
Adam rolled his eyes. "It's not like that. I found something else, and I feel it would be rather important to find out who it belongs to,"
"What is it?" Taylor asked.
Adam's face reddened a bit. "I don't feel comfortable talking about it aloud. So, have either of you left something rather important in the trash can recently?"
Bree groaned. "Because I have no idea what you mean, I am going to say no,"
"Same here," Taylor sighed, grabbing another bite of her sandwich.
"Fine, thanks for being no help!" Adam muttered, swiftly leaving the cafeteria.
The girls shrugged off their brother's odd behavior, but Adam went back the the mentor's quarters. In his secret hiding place, Adam had hidden a sealed plastic bag that contained the object in question.
A positive pregnancy test.
Muh ha ha ha ha. The next chapter, our final chapter, should clear everything up. So please, leave a review and remind me if there are any other holes I have left uncovered, or anything else you really wanted to see happen in this story. Thank you all. ~AzulaTano