I really want to do a new Mighty Med one-shot, but I have, like, zero inspiration.
I'm open to any ideas you guys have!
Adam
ex - tro - vert - ed
adjective
gregarious, outgoing
He doesn't know why, but Davenport elects him to see her first. For an even bigger surprise, no objects. Even the stone-faced Chase or the tearful, snotty Tasha.
When he enters, he wants to puke. The room smells too clean, like a janitor closet and maid's cart all rolled into one. He knew that if Bree was awake, she would hate it too.
But the smell isn't even the worst part. The worst part would have to be the room. Bree likes color; everything about her screamed color. Now, she's lying unconscious in a too white gown, tucked in too loosely in too white sheets in a too blah room.
He hates it. And if she was awake, he knew she would hate it too.
Maybe that's what Adam likes most about he and his sister. They both had the same passion for fun things - goofy, silly, colorful things that are easy to laugh at. Chase liked fun too, but his brain always made his definition of fun different than theirs.
Above all, Bree has been a force of nature for him his entire life. The brief year he went without siblings us completely lost in the never ending length of time, and for that he is grateful; Adam knows he wouldn't be able to stand remembering a time in his life that having Bree and Chase simply existing with him had actually been real.
To have that force - his closest friend, his only sister - gone all because of a stupid gang was like Mother Nature taking the sun away because there was too many rain clouds.
Adam takes a seat in the closest itchy chair to Bree's bed and takes her limp hand in his. The skin feels too cold, her fingers slack in his tight grip. He tries to will the tears from his eyes, because if he ends up bawling in here, he'll probably break her hand.
"You're not gonna die," he whispers, staring intently at her ashen eyelids, her wispy lashes laying motionless on her cheekbones. The words are something he'd heard Chase say, the small doctors say, and what he's thinking she would say. Everyone keeps telling him the same things - she'll wake up soon; it's just the medicine; surgery is a big thing to recover from, Adam, give her time.
Because he's been asking since Chase heard the squeak of her gurney carrying her from the operating table and through the hospital to her room.
But if she's fine, then why isn't she awake?
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"Can I see her?"
Kaz frowns, looking up at Skylar curiously. "Bree Davenport? Why do you want to see her?"
He doesn't say it in a mean way, just a questionable one.
"It's just...as a self thing, I guess. To see that she's living, breathing."
Truthfully, Skylar didn't really know why she wants to see the Davenport girl so bad. Somehow, she knew that if that girl died here, something in Skylar would change. And it would help if she could at least see her chest rising and falling.
"Well," Kaz says slowly, "I'm only suppose to allow immediate family to visit."
Skylar's shoulders slump. It'd been a long shot anyway.
"But, me and Oliver are her main doctors," Kaz continues slyly, "so I suppose if we were permit you special access, that wouldn't be a crime, now would it?"
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A girl knocks on the door.
Adam is no stranger to superheroes, but this one, with brown hair and bright pink spandex that reminds him of a more girly version of their mission suits, isn't ringing any bells.
"Oh!" She blinks, as if he's the one that's out of place here. "Hi, I didn't know anyone would else was in here."
"Who are you?" Adam asks, as blunt as ever.
"Skylar, Skylar Storm. I kinda live here, in the hospitable."
"Without being a patient?" Adam asks skeptically. Even he knew that hospitals aren't exactly a number one hang-out, crawling with comic book heroes or not.
"Well, it's kind of hard to explain."
Adam looks to his sister's still body. "It's not like I'm going anywhere."
Skylar shifts in her spot nervously. "Right."
With stiff movements, Skylar stoically places herself on the edge of the chair opposite of Adam.
Briefly, Adam thinks of what the rest of his family would think of a strange girl who likes living in hospitals sitting in Bree's room, who she's likely never met before, but doesn't open his mouth to question her motives. It's kind of nice having another presence in the room - it makes Bree seem more alive somehow, as if she's about to animatedly pop up and begin conversation in the next minute or two.
"Have the doctors said anything?" Skylar asks, breaking the vast silence between the two. Adam feels weirdly faraway from her - like the berth of his sister's hospital bed's miles wide. "About her waking up and when?"
He thinks of the young doctors; the ones who dwarf themselves in lab coats that carried a shared clipboard and walked too close together, as if it would physically hurt to be apart.
"No, not much," Adam confesses finally. "Just that all signs of impending infection and blah blah blah have left her body. She's healing, I guess."
Skylar nods as if she gets it, and maybe she does.
There's another pit of silence, stretched as taut as a pulled rubber band, which she also snaps in two with a small inhale of air.
"I know what your sister's going through," Skylar confesses quietly, her voice impossibly small. Adam's head snaps up, but she doesn't look at him, instead focusing on the point where Bree's IV pokes into her arm.
"When I was admitted to the hospital, they say I was out of it," she begins, "I was talking nonsense, sweating like crazy, claiming to see things that weren't there. It was weird, because I didn't feel anything, even though I had to get stitches and had a concussion.
"I don't really remember what happened, just that I woke three days later feeling awful and with no powers." Skylar looks on gloomily.
"I'm sorry that happened to you," Adam says sadly, but it doesn't feel like enough.
Skylar shakes her head. "It's whatever. I've grown used to it, I guess." She changes her stare so that she's looking at Bree's IV bag, looking wistful. "In some ways, I've gotten more experience. I go to school, I make friends, I live." She shrugs halfheartedly. "It's not the worst thing that could've happened."
Her unspoken alternative hangs in the air.
"Are you like her?" she asks quietly.
Adam takes ahold of her sister's hand, looking at the blue lines that run up her arm. They look like washed away marker. "Yeah. All of us are. Except Leo and our parents."
"Leo's a good kid."
"You've met him."
"We talked," Skylar explains distantly. "Reminds me of Oliver and Kaz."
"Her doctors?"
"And my friends. They actually helped me with my normo status."
"Normo?" Adam echoes, confused.
"It basically means non-superhero," Skylar tell him, finally looking up to his face. The tension in her shoulders seems to ease out a little, but not a lot. "Like, normal. Human."
"What would we be?" Adam asks aloud.
Skylar tilts her head, looking thoughtful. Her eyes burn holes into him, as she takes in every aspect. Every color, every hair, every thing that makes him. It gives Adam chills.
"I don't know," she says finally.
He doesn't either.
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"Kaz, look at this."
At his name, the boy looks up. Oliver's looking at him over the top of his laptop monitor, looking startled.
Immediately, his senses all kick in to overdrive. A scared Oliver isn't something he likes to see. "What? What is it?"
"I was looking into the Davenports - you know, trying to see who knows, what connections they have, anything that could link us to how their bionics work, just in case any special procedures had to be called in, stuff like that," Oliver explains in a rush, beginning to type away at light speed on the keyboard.
Kaz's forehead crinkles. "Horace said he would handle anything that needs to happen out of protocol."
"This entire patient is completely out of protocol," Oliver points out. "And I mean in it a good way; if they need help, at least they can find it here, you know? But asking Horace all the questions I need answers to isn't going to get me anywhere. I can tell he and Donald Davenport go way back. Nothing he could would give any real answers."
The darker haired boy sets down the file he has in hands in favor of leaning over Oliver's shoulder, taking in the several opened tabs. "So, what'd you find?"
"Apparently, Donald has a brother - an old partner he worked with until their partnership fell apart and destroyed their company," Oliver paraphrases from the article in front of him. "Donald rebuilt from the ground up. His net worth is now over thirty million a year. He even has a business deal with the military and NASA."
Kaz shrugs. Those kind of ties doesn't sound that bad to him. It may even benefit the care for his bionic children. "What's so bad about that?"
"Supposedly, his brother died in a explosion of their old plant base," Oliver continues on, clicking as he switches tabs. "But just a few months ago multi-millionaire Victor Krane fell off the grid. A friendly source says he picked up a partnership with someone with the initials D.D. and cut all his old ties."
"As in Donald Davenport?" Kaz guesses.
Oliver shakes his head, craning his neck back to look at his best friend squarely. How close their faces are makes Kaz's heart speed up. "No, the brother, Douglas Davenport."
Kaz leans back to look at the opened document. "Okay, so the dude isn't really dead. What does this have to do with Bree's injury?"
Oliver shrugs, staring hard at his laptop. "Maybe nothing, but something about the attack seems too off. It was supposed to be a clean mission, but instead a gang that seems to know about their advanced health and better immune system jumps them with special guns? It seems off. Way off."
"We don't even have any proof that it was him, or that it was a planned attack," Kaz argues, but a knot's building in his stomach, getting tighter with each second. "They could've used the specialty weapons with the intention to kill humans."
Oliver sighs heavily. "You could be right." But he still stands, slamming the laptop closed to tuck underneath his arms. "But I think we should have a talk with the Davenports."
Sorry that I've kept you waiting! I was honestly stuck with how to write Adam in the naïve, childlike way we see him on the show, so in the end I think I ended up making him a bit more serious and stoic, because I think as the oldest, and possibly the most protective of the three that that would be the way he acts to the situation.
How about all of Oliver and Kaz's digging? That can't lead to good things.
Or could it?
I may be doing an epilogue, just because I don't know if I can fit everything I want this story to be into a final fourth chapter. So, maybe there will be five chapters.
And I do mean what I said above in the beginning A/N - if you have any ideas of prompts you want to see from me for Mighty Med or just a specific idea for Koliver or any of the MM pairings, then PM them to me or put them in a review and I'll try my best to write it and get it out to you guys.
Until next time! (Which is hopefully sooner.)