This is what happens when you let your best friend convince you to watch a movie when you know you're not supposed to. -_-

Anyways, thank you to LRW, Dirtkid123, dreams71, Sarcasmisinmyblood, AlienGhostWizard14, Hithere, and three guests for the reviews!

Just a quick note: there seems to be some confusion on who the boy was that broke Bree's heart last chapter. It's mentioned in the note prior to the entry that the betrayal was on Sebastian's part as per the guest's request. My sincere apologies if it wasn't made very clear. :)

Okay, today's entry is from Hithere! The prompt was Adam being protective of Chase and Bree. Now, it's not quite both of them exactly, but he will be defensive in this when, well, you'll see. ;) I hope it was done to your liking!

Again, guys, there will be problem spots in this, but rest be assured I'll be doing some more proofreading tomorrow. I'm too sleepy to do it tonight, unfortunately.

Just to be clear, italicized parts in the story are flashbacks.

Onto day thirteen!


/day thirteen/

Prompt: protective

Featured LR character(s): Adam, mainly, but the family's here, too


"Bad Boys, Bad Girls"


Two students in Mission Creek High go too far in messing with Chase and Bree. Adam was only too happy to teach them about boundaries.


Donald paces back and forth, pondering over what words he should say to his children while he scans their appearances. Tasha watches him closely from where she sits at the kitchen, a soft wrinkle on her brows as she worries what's going on through her husband's mind. She glances at their three oldest children then him then them again.

Chase is holding an ice pack near his right eye socket, obviously trying not to wince from the pain that's more than likely shooting from the bruise that's forming on it.

Bree's hair, which was in a neat ponytail when they left that morning, is now hanging recklessly whichever way around her shoulders, the hair tie hanging desperately on the ends.

Adam's lip has a small cut, but unlike his siblings who both look terrified and nervous, he looks calm, collected, and maybe even proud of what he did.

This is not looking good at all, Tasha concludes.

"What happened has got to be the worst thing you had done since you came to Mission Creek," Donald says, the pausing between groups of those words cluing the three in to how angry their father is. He stops pacing then stares at them, hands on his hips as he tries stay calm. "Now, I'm not going to ask for apologies, because that's too late for that now and those are not something you owe me. What I am going to do, though, is ask why. Why would you do this?"

It's obvious that Bree and Chase want to answer, but they don't do it. They know their father won't be satisfied if they gave him the same answer they gave him at the Principal's office just half an hour ago.

Donald scoffs. "Oh, so now no one wants to talk?" he asks.

Taking pity on the children, Tasha says, "Donald, they already told you what happened. Don't do this to them."

Donald holds a hand up. "No. I want them to tell me the real reason why they decided to pick a fight with half the football team and half the cheerleading squad when they know they shouldn't have. I want to know if they even understood what they were doing," he says. He turns back to them. "The three of you know that your training is not to be used to hurt people."

"We weren't trying to hurt them, Mr. Davenport," Bree reasons pleadingly. "We were just trying to defend ourselves—"

"Defend yourselves?" Donald asks.

"Yes. They came in on us. Jay threw the first punch, and—what were we supposed to do?" Bree asks.

Donald shakes his head. "Look, the word of you, your brothers, and Caitlin versus the word of at least ten people," he says, "and what the majority is saying is that Adam instigated the fight."

Chase looks up at his father, incredulous and disappointed. "You believe what they said?"

"No, I don't, Chase. That's not what I'm saying. All I'm saying is that that's how the story's looking right now, and that's why I want the answer. Why did you get involved in a rumble? Why did you almost get your bionics exposed? Was this all worth it?"

"Yes." Four pairs of eyes dart towards Adam. Adam looks at his siblings, his mother, and then his father. "Well, no, not the fighting part. The fighting was bad," he says with a contrite look at his mother, "but… I'm sorry, Mr. Davenport. I know this is not what you want to hear, but I'm not entirely sorry about what happened."

Donald stares at him for a while. "You're not," he states rather than asks.

Adam turns his eyes towards Bree and Chase. They're scratched, battered, and bruised, but, they don't look afraid or intimidated. At least not by anyone else besides their parents. The smallest of smiles pulls at his lips when that thought creates a light, accomplished feeling in him. "No. No, sir," he tells his father as he remembers the reason why he jumped to take this risk in the first place.

Something wasn't right with his brother, and Adam knew it. Chase seemed a bit more reserved, and he withdrew into his own thoughts a lot. When they were out on missions, he would be distracted, and when they were at home, he would be staring into space as if there was a nightmare trying to catch him while he was awake. At school, he looked very uncomfortable. Adam had asked him once what was wrong, but all Chase told him, through a weak smile, was that everything was fine before skillfully diverting the conversation into another topic.

Adam may not be the smartest person on the planet, but he could read cues like those very well, and from the information he was gathering, he knew that Chase was afraid of something.

He didn't like that. He didn't like that at all.

Knowing that his brother would only continuously refuse to discuss the problem, Adam decided to investigate by himself. He observed his brother around other people. He also asked others who were around Chase frequently and even his own acquaintances about him, if they had noticed something worrisome. It was through these that he discovered something alarming: the new quarterback of the football team, Jay Carter, had been bullying Chase.

It also came to his attention that Stephanie had been picking on Bree through social media.

The thought that some people were bothering his younger siblings caused Adam to become indignant. His mother had told him that he shouldn't fight fire with fire, so he wouldn't. He would just watch over Chase and Bree. He was just going to make sure that they were okay. Surely, that wouldn't count as aggressive retaliation, right? He just wanted them to be safe.

So that was what he did for one whole week, and that was what he was doing that day. He observed his siblings from a distance, far enough for them not to mistake his intentions for nosiness and lack of trust in their ability to protect themselves but close enough to let them know that he was there for them. It was going well for a while until the second half of lunch.

That was when it went downhill.

He was sitting on the bench outside the cafeteria, close by Chase's and Bree's lockers, waiting for them to finish up with discarding their lunches so they could go check out the club that a mutual friend of theirs had started, when he noticed someone sit by him. He stared at her as she grinned at him. "Oh. Hi, Caitlin," he said.

"Hey, Adam," Caitlin replied. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yeah. I did. Uh, so, you and Bree are close, right?"

"Ish. We're close-ish," Caitlin says. "Why? Will that be a problem for you? Because if you want to go on a date again and that would be a problem, I can totally ditch your sister."

"Oh. Well, uh, no. I'm actually just asking because I've been hearing some things about what Stephanie's doing."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I just wanted to know if you're aware about that? Or if you could tell me anything about it?"

It was then that they heard a loud slam, something hard hitting the metallic lockers. When Adam looked up, he saw Chase cornered by a small crowd of football players, the tallest and biggest one of them leaning threateningly towards him with a smirk on his face. His brother was not making eye contact with any of them but instead was focusing his gaze on the floor, perhaps listing the possible things he could do to avoid confrontation.

Besides being very involved in those thoughts, Adam also saw a hint of something else in Chase's expression.

Fear. Chase was afraid.

Don't fight fire with fire, Adam, he heard his mother's voice, but it didn't stop him from getting up from his seat defensively.

"Aw, what? You're scared? You gonna tell Daddy about this so he could make it go away?" the tall football player, Jay, asked Chase. When he didn't get a response, he slammed his helmet against the locker, causing Chase to flinch and the other football players to laugh. "What, you can't answer? I thought you were a genius?"

"What's going on here?" Bree said as she came into the circle.

"Well, looky, looky," Jay said condescendingly. "Ms. Davenport live in action. I heard things about you online."

Bree crossed her arms. "I'm sure you did."

"Yeah, you're pretty popular," Jay said, leering at her. "I gotta say, what Stephanie said looks just about right."

"Hey, stop looking at my sister like that," Chase said defensively, bravely stepping in front of Bree to get her away from the quarterback.

Jay shoved him. "I'm gonna look at her however I want to," he said, shoving him again.

"I'd back up, if I were you," Adam spoke, finally advancing from where he stood.

Jay looked at him. "And if I don't, pretty boy?"

Adam scoffed. "I'd just do it, if I were you," he said.

Jay grabbed Adam's shirt and asked, "What, are you gonna make me?"

Adam instinctively took a hold of Jay's wrist. Though he was seeing the smirk on Jay's face slowly change into a hint of a grimace as his grip tightened considerably, he didn't stop. "Yeah. Exactly," he said. He pushed the quarterback's hand away then said, "Threaten my brother again, you'll see what I can do."

Jay stared at him a while. Then, with a smug smile, he nodded.

He turned away to leave.

Chase walked up to Adam. "Thanks," he whispered.

"Hey."

Chase didn't get a chance to look back at the source of the call because the next thing he knew, he was off his feet and covering his eye from the hit that came out of nowhere.

There was a giggle somewhere. "Ooh. Got him," Stephanie said, her phone up. "Good one, Jay."

"You're recording this?" Bree asked indignantly.

"You got a problem with it?" Stephanie asked.

Before Bree could reply, Caitlin came to her side, grabbed Stephanie's phone and then stomped it underfoot. She looked up to the cheerleader with a fake, bright smile after the screen broke. "No," Caitlin said, "but you do."

Adam turned his attention away from the girls to attend to Chase. When he saw the black eye, it enraged him.

Jay nodded. "That enough to count as a threat?" he challenged.

Adam smirked. Years of training suddenly springing into action within him, he swiftly got up his feet then grabbed Jay by the shirt before the quarterback even knew what was happening.

Many things went on after that, but the memory was so muddled together because of the disaster that resulted and the overwhelming anger Adam felt. He knew somebody was airborne at one point, and that the cheerleaders weren't a very good match to Bree and Caitlin. There was cheering and jeering around them from the other students looking on. Then, there was Principal Perry at one point.

They ended up at the office sometime after that. Parents were called in, and there were threats of suspension.

He also remembered the look on Jay's and Stephanie's faces. They were shocked, and they were definitely afraid. Adam suspected that at one point or another, he and his siblings may have done some things that wouldn't qualify as normal (he remembered someone getting tossed effortlessly up in the air), and that was both bad and good.

However, all he could focus on was the fact that Jay and Stephanie were warned. Hopefully they would know not to bother his siblings again.


As you can tell, this is another incomplete story. Time ran out again. I'm sorry! I was too slow! If it helps, in the part that wasn't able to make it here, Bree and Chase defend Adam, telling Donald that he only did what he did to protect them from Jay and Stephanie. Tasha recognizes Jay's name (since Leo's also come to tell them about the QB the night before), and she reminds Donald of this.

Donald lets the three go back to the lab, telling them that they will talk about the matter again later. On the way down to the lab, Chase thanks Adam for what he did, and that's where it would've ended.

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