AN: Hey! SO, I don't have a lot to say. I would like to say to Guest: I totally agree! Bree is my favorite character, so it makes me really mad that people didn't really care that she almost died! D': I already have a bunch of chapters written, and I don't remember what chapter has what in it (sorry!), but I DO remember that one of them is dealing with Krane and his affect on Bree. I don't remember if it's exactly a Taken fic, but it's somewhere along those lines (I think). So, I'll try to have that chapter up ASAP! Promise! Anyways, remember, if you have any requests for a oneshot, leave it in a review and I'll do my best to make it good! I hope you like it, and thanks for reading! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.
Bree's PoV:
I'm a girl, and that supposedly means that I don't spend a lot of time with my family, especially my dad. But that's not always how it works. From what I understand, girls are supposed to hang out more with their moms (or stepmoms) than their brother/s do, and boys are supposed to hang out with their dad (or stepdad) more than their sister(s) do. But some girls want to hang out with their dads occasionally. And for me, this was one of those times when that was all I wanted.
I didn't care what we did or how we did it, I just wanted to do SOMETHING with Mr. Davenport. But of course, he's too busy with the boys to notice me. The only time that he's paid attention to me this month was when I got a D on a geometry quiz. I talked to Tasha about it, and she said that it was natural for me to feel left out. She also told me that I should tell Mr. Davenport, and even though I told her that I would, I didn't. And I don't plan on doing it either. It'll just make me look stupid and pathetic, and it'll seem that I think that I have to have all of the attention, which isn't true. I don't want to be the one who's every move is tracked by their parents. I just want to spend time with my dad. Is that too much to ask?!
At first, I tried suggesting things to Mr. Davenport. I would tell him that a new movie came out, and since it wasn't a romance movie and I thought we'd both like it, maybe we could go see it together. But he would always say that he was too busy that week, maybe next week. But then the next week he'd be too busy. I even suggested that we go play laser tag, but he told me he couldn't. I accepted it, thinking that maybe he had a business meeting or something. The next day, however, I found out the truth: he was going to be playing laser tag with the boys. I asked if I could come, but they said that it was a guy's day out or something. Eventually, I just gave up. I didn't ask if we could do things together, I didn't ask to go with the boys, and they never extended an invitation for me to join. I understood at first that he was just bonding with the boys, but after a month or so of this, I've become quite tired of it.
So now, here I am, sitting on the couch and picking at my sleeve as I waited for Mr. Davenport to return from the movies with the boys. I don't know what they went to see, but I know that it must not have been Pig Zombies, because Chase wouldn't stand for that. But I'm sure that whatever it is that they saw and/or did, they had a GREAT time. Without me. I glanced at my phone. 9:00 pm. They left at 4:00, what could they be doing that took so long?! It was already dark, and I started to worry. What if something happened?!
I looked up as the door opened, and I watched as my brothers and Mr. Davenport came through the door, laughing their heads off at something that one of them said or did.
"What's so funny?" I asked, causing them to look at me as they laughed.
"Y-you wouldn't get i-it!" Chase said, trying to stop laughing.
Well, as stupid as this may sound, that made me really, really, angry. But I think that I was more hurt than angry. First they couldn't include me in stuff to save their lives, and now they were keeping jokes from me?!
"You're right," I responded, looking down, "I don't get it."
Their laughter immediately died down, and I turned on my heel to leave. But as I was walking away, something caught my wrist. A hand. I turned my head slightly to see that Mr. Davenport was the one who was holding my wrist.
"Bree? What's wrong?" he questioned, looking confused.
I yanked my wrist away from him and turned back around. "Why don't you ask my brothers? You seem pretty good at asking them to do a lot of things, conveniently, always with you." On that final note, I sped away upstairs, leaving my family behind.
I sped up to the roof and sat down, wiping away a tear that had fallen from my eye. I had a thought to run away, but I decided that I could never do that to them. Even if Mr. Davenport and my brothers didn't care about me, Tasha still did, and for that I was thankful. I wasn't about to just run away and leave Tasha alone with only them for company. I could tell that as much as she loved Leo, she also loved having a daughter to talk to and do things with, and I wouldn't just yank that happiness away from her.
So maybe I wouldn't run away. But maybe I would just go for a jog.
Mr. Davenport's PoV:
I watched, befuddled, as my daughter sped away upstairs. What did she mean by her departing statement, and why did she run? Why did she look so hurt when Chase refused to tell her what we were laughing at? I myself didn't even remember.
I turned to the boys and said, "What was that about?"
They shrugged, and Chase responded by saying, "I don't know, but just let her cool off. She'll be fine."
I nodded in agreement and said, "Yeah, it's probably just a teenage girl thing." Assured by that statement, we all relaxed. The boys sat down and started to play video games, and I went to my desk that was near the dining table, wanting to finish a book that I had started.
An hour later, Tasha walked through the door.
"Hey honey, how was work?" I asked.
"It was good. Where's Bree?" Tasha questioned, looking around as if Bree would appear out of thin air.
"Oh, I don't know, somewhere upstairs. She got upset over God knows what earlier today when the boys and I got back from the movies."
Tasha snapped her head up at me and responded, "Did you take Bree with you?"
"No."
"Did you ask her if she wanted to come?"
"No."
"And that explains everything."
"What? She's upset that she didn't get to come with us? It was a guys night!" I said in disbelief.
"Well, I don't think it would have bothered her, except for the fact that you've been neglecting her for the past month," Tasha replied, walking to the island in the kitchen and looking at me disapprovingly.
"I have not been neglecting her!" I argue, "How have I 'neglected her' in the past month?!"
"Well, let's see. On the first of the month, she asked if you wanted to see a movie that she thought you would both like, that wasn't even a comedy, but you told her that you were too busy. Then, a week later, she offered to go play laser tag with you, but you went with the boys instead. Face it Donald. You've been doing so many things with the boys that you've forgotten about your daughter. And that's not fair to her in the least! She told me that she understood that you were busy some days, and that you wanted to have guy days with her brothers. But what she didn't understand was why you wouldn't do anything with her, even ONCE, for a month."
"Okay, I'll admit, I've spent a lot of time with Adam, Leo, and Chase. But come on, she can't be THAT hurt." By now, the boys had paused their game and they were watching Tasha and I argue like it was a tennis match.
"Donald, you didn't see her expression when she told me that she felt like you didn't want her anymore. That you cared more about her brothers than her. Eddy, play back the tape of Bree and I talking."
"What makes you think I have it on tape?" Eddy's nasally voice asked as he popped up on the screen.
Tasha raised an eyebrow. "You don't have it on tape?"
"Nah, I do. Here you go!"
*Video*
Tasha was in the kitchen making dinner, and Mr. Davenport and the boys were nowhere to be seen. Bree walked in slowly, as if she was unsure about something.
"Hey Tasha?" Bree asked nervously, sitting at one of the bar stools so she could be face to face with Tasha.
"Yeah honey?"
"Can I talk to you?"
"Sure." Tasha put down the knife that she was using to chop vegetables and looked at Bree, waiting for her to begin.
"I've been feeling...sorta left out when it comes to my brothers and Mr. Davenport. I have no problem with them doing things together, even without me, it's just...sometimes I wish that I could do something, ANYTHING, with them. You know? I mean, I'm probably just being stupid. I mean, I understand that he wants to do things with the boys, and I get it that they need guy days. I just wish that I could have a day, even half an hour, with Mr. Davenport, you know? I mean, he's my dad, and I want to spend time with him. I mean, I don't want to spend every second of every day with him, I just want to know that he still wants me around. You know?" Bree's face looked hurt while she said all of this, making it impossible to not feel bad for her.
"Sweetie," Tasha started as she took Bree's hands in her own, "I understand. When I was your age, my sister always got the attention. She was the smarter one AND the stronger one. And I always thought that my father liked her more than he liked me. So I ran away for a few hours, had some time to myself. And when I got home, my father was waiting right in front of the door for me. When I saw him standing there, I thought that he was mad, that he was going to yell at me for leaving without permission, or at least telling him where I was going. But instead, he surprised me by hugging me tight and telling me that he was sorry. That he loved me and my sister equally, and he would try- no, he would- spend more time with me and make up for what he did. I didn't understand how he knew, or what all of that was about, but I just went with it. It was later on that I found out how he knew. It turns out that my mother had told him that I had told her that I was feeling neglected."
"Well," Bree muttered, "Not really, neglected, per se."
"Well, you get the general idea. But sweetheart, I don't want to be the one to tell your father how you feel. Not that I won't, should it ever become crucial that he knew. But I don't want to be the one to tell him, because I want you to be able to tell him."
"Right, well, I can barely keep his attention for more than ten seconds, so that might be a little difficult."
Tasha laid Bree's hands down on the counter and gave them a gentle pat. "You'll be able to tell him when the time comes. You're strong Bree. I believe that you're more than strong enough to tell him. I KNOW that you're strong enough."
Bree smiled. "Thanks Tasha."
*End of Video*
(Still) Mr. Davenport's PoV:
It was silent for a moment. I couldn't believe it. I was a monster. I had done this to my daughter, my little girl. I think my sons were in shock as well, because they just sat there for a moment, not saying or doing anything. They just sat there, staring at Eddy's screen.
Chase was the first to snap out of it. "I feel horrible."
"Yeah," Adam agreed, "We should've invited her."
"I don't even know what to say," Leo said.
"Where's Bree?" I asked Tasha, pulling my eyes off of Eddie's screen and looking at my wife.
"I don't know, I just got home. But if you say that she went upstairs, she's probably on the roof," Tasha replied.
"Wait- why the roof?" I questioned.
"That's where she goes when she's upset," Tasha answered.
"Alright. I'm gonna-" I started, but I was cut off by someone knocking frantically on the door.
I stood up and went to the door. Opening the door, I was met face to face with an old woman.
"Um, hi. Can I help you?" I asked, wondering why this lady was here.
"I need help. I just saw a girl get hit by a car, and I don't have a phone to call 911," the woman said frantically.
"Lead me to the scene of the accident," I demanded. The lady nodded and hobbled off surprisingly fast, me and my family following closely behind. When we got to the road, I saw a dark figure lying still on the road.
"We can take it from here. Thank you," I told the woman, who nodded and hobbled off to a car that I assumed was her's. She got in the car and drove off in the opposite direction. I turned my attention back to the figure on the road. I ran over with my family close behind. I kneeled down next to the body, and I noticed that it was a girl.
Her hair was covering her face, and her chest was moving up and down, but it looked like she was struggling to survive. I swept the girls hair out of her face and felt my heart stop. It was Bree.
"Mr. Davenport! Who is it?" Chase called as he and Adam ran to me. They obviously outran Leo and Tasha because they were more fit than my wife and step-son.
They arrived next to me and saw Bree. I think it took them a moment to realize that this was their sister. But after a minute, they dropped down next to me and started sobbing. I wanted to sob myself, but I had to stay strong for my family. For Bree.
"Bree! Bree!" Chase yelled, grabbing her shoulders and trying to shake her awake. (AN: Heh, that rhymed. I'm a poet and didn't know it! Okay. Back to the story.)
"Chase, don't shake her. Adam, I want you to GENTLY pick Bree up and carry her inside. Chase, go with him. I'm going to take Leo and Tasha and get my equipment. We still might be able to save her, but we need to act quickly. GO!" I commanded.
Adam gently but quickly picked his sister up in a bridal hold and ran back inside, Chase keeping pace with Adam. I ran to Leo and Tasha and grabbed their arms, dragging them with me.
"I need you two to help me get equipment," I said as I dragged them upstairs to the room where I kept my medical supplies.
"Big D," Leo said, "Was that Bree?" His voice sounded choked up, and I could tell that he was trying really hard not to cry.
I glanced at him. "Yes."
Adam's PoV:
I looked down at the frail girl in my arms, and it took a moment for the fact of the matter to sink in: this was my sister. She was just hit by a car. And now, she might die. At the moment, I didn't care how this had happened. I just wanted my baby sister to be alright. I didn't bother to take the elevator, I just took the stairs. I was vaguely aware of my younger brother running behind me, and I knew by the odd sounds he was making that he was still sobbing while he was running.
We arrived in the lab, and I laid Bree down on the cyber desk. It was the first time that I got a good look at my sister, and I kind of wished that I hadn't gotten a look at all. Bree had bruises dotting her arms and I assumed her legs (she was wearing jeans.) She had a large bruise on her cheek, and a cut on her forehead that (thankfully) wasn't that deep. Her lip was split, and I could tell that she had a black eye by looking at the purplish skin under her right eye.
"Chase," I choked out, "She might die. We may never get to see her laugh or smile again, and we may never get to go on missions with her ever again. We may not ever prank her again, or hear her talk about her newest crush. She may never complete highschool and get her diploma. She may never grow up and get married, have kids. She can't die Chase. Not like this, not right now. This can't be happening."
"Adam," Chase said, "Don't talk like that. Bree's a fighter, and a strong one at that. Mr. Davenport will help her, and she'll live. We'll see her laugh and smile again, and we'll make sure that she does. We'll go on plenty of missions with her, and trust me, we'll prank her in a few weeks after she's recovered. By then, she'll probably have a new crush that she'll talk on and on and on about, most likely to us. She'll complete highschool and we'll get to see her receive her diploma. She'll grow up and find a great guy who'll she marry. She'll have kids, I know that she wants them, and we'll be Uncle Adam and Uncle Chase. We'll get to see her grow into a beautiful young woman. She's not dying today or tomorrow. And I'll be damned if she ever dies because she was hit by a truck. She'll be fine Adam. She'll be fine."
If anyone ever asked, this didn't happen. But at that moment, Chase and I shared a hug. And we knew in that moment that she would live.
Two Hours Later:
Chase's PoV:
I watched Bree sleep on the cyber desk, still unconscious from the accident and oblivious to the world. I smiled tiredly at her sleeping form. She would be fine. Mr. Davenport saved her, and he said that there was no chance that she'd have amnesia. Now, we just had to wait for her to wake up. While Mr. Davenport fixed Bree, Adam and I stayed right by her side, refusing to leave.
I looked over at Adam, who had fallen asleep in the chair next to me. I was surprised that he could fall asleep right now, but yet I wasn't. It was such an Adam thing to do. I smiled slightly. Despite anything that happened, Adam would always stay the same. And for that, I was thankful. I looked back at my sister. Now that she was okay, I had to wonder what exactly had happened. But Bree was the only one who could tell us, and God knows when she would wake up. Hopefully soon.
I took Bree's hand gently in my own, squeezing gently. "Bree," I whispered, "If you can hear me, please. Please wake up. We need you- I need you. Mr. Davenport hasn't talked since your accident, Tasha won't stop crying, Leo doesn't have any idea what to do with himself, and Adam is depressed, which is kind of strange for two reasons. One, he's Adam. Happy go lucky Adam, who's always smiling. Two, it's only been two hours. I didn't know that someone could become depressed in two hours, but I guess it could happen. Adam's living proof. And me, I don't even know. I'm sad, but not depressed. I cried a little- okay, a lot- but not as much as Tasha. I'm not just sitting here, staring at the wall like Leo, and I'm not sobbing in my bed. Well, we don't have beds, we have capsules, but it's the same difference. At least, to us it is."
I brushed some of Bree's hair behind her ear with my free hand before continuing. "You know, I never really thought that something like this could happen. I never thought that I might be in this situation, that you might be in this situation. But I obviously thought wrong. We need you Bree."
A tear slipped from my eye and ran down my cheek. "Please, come back to us. Wake up Bree. Please." I looked down at her hand in mine. I stared at our joined hands for awhile before something caused me to look up. A hand was wiping away the tear on my cheek. I looked at Bree once more and saw that her eyes were open and staring into mine.
"Bree?" I whispered.
"Chase," Bree breathed.
"Bree!" I stood up and gently grabbed Bree, bringing her into a hug. "Thank God. Thank God! Adam! Wake up!"
I saw Adam jolt awake. For a moment he was disoriented, looking around the room in confusion. But then he noticed that Bree was awake, and a huge smile broke out on his face.
"Bree!" Adam yelled, joining our hug. We hugged for a few minutes, Adam and I not wanting to let her go. But eventually, we had to let her see the rest of the family.
"You feel like going upstairs?" I asked Bree.
"Let's go," Bree replied, swinging her legs over the side of the cyber desk and pushing herself off. Unfortunately, Bree's legs were a bit weak at the moment, so she ended up falling.
Adam picked her up in a bridal hold and Bree groaned. "This is going to be a long week," she murmured, causing me and Adam to laugh.
"Come on," I said, smiling. Adam and I walked to the elevator and climbed in. I pressed the button for the living room and waited impatiently as we rode up, the elevator seeming to go slower than usual.
When we finally arrived in the living room, we saw Tasha and Leo sitting on the couch, hugging each other and crying softly. Adam and I snuck over to the couch and placed Bree down next to Leo.
Tasha and Leo didn't even look up, thinking it was either me, Adam, or Mr. Davenport. "How's Bree?" Leo asked, still not looking up.
We smirked at Bree and she smirked back. "Why don't you see for yourself?" Bree questioned.
Leo and Tasha's heads snapped up. "Bree!" Leo shouted, jumping on Bree and knocking her onto her back, thankfully still on the couch. He hugged Bree tightly, and she hugged him back, laughing.
When Leo finally got off of Bree and helped her sit back up, Bree said, "Well, someone's happy to see me."
Tasha hugged Bree, thankfully more gently than Leo. "I'm so glad that you're okay."
"Me too," Bree replied, making the four of us laugh. Once we stopped laughing, Bree turned more serious and asked, "Where's Mr. Davenport?"
"He's in our bedroom," Tasha answered, "Come on." Tasha helped Bree up from the couch, letting Bree lean on her while they walked.
Bree's PoV:
Tasha and I walked into Mr. Davenport's bedroom to see him lying on his bed with his back to us. I could hear him crying, and it broke my heart. Tasha helped me sit down behind him, but he didn't turn around. Tasha left the room quietly, and I placed a hand on Mr. Davenport's back.
"Tasha?" Mr. Davenport sniffled.
"Guess again," I said quietly.
Mr. Davenport whipped around, sitting up quickly. "Bree!" he sobbed, grabbing me into a hug. I hugged him back tightly, feeling bad that I was the reason that he was so upset. He started to rock me back and forth, still crying into my hair. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and said, "I'm so sorry! I'll do a lot more things with you, I'll give you more than ten seconds of my time, just don't ever leave without one of us again."
"Okay, I won't," I soothed, rubbing his back.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, my father crying and me trying to comfort him. Eventually, Mr. Davenport stopped crying and we pulled apart, though he took one of my hands in his own.
"Let me guess," I said, "Tasha told you everything."
"She told all of us everything," he replied.
"Oh."
"Yeah. Try not to be mad at her."
"I'm not. She meant well, and it's the thought that counts."
"I don't understand," Mr. Davenport stated, "If you felt neglected, then why didn't you just tell me?"
"I don't know," I answered, shrugging. "I guess I didn't want to look like I wanted all the attention, you know?"
"Yeah, I think I understand now," he responded, giving me a small smile.
"I'm glad to hear that," I said, squeezing his hand. He squeezed back.
"Come on. I know that I'm not the only one who wants to know what happened." With that, we stood up, Mr. Davenport letting me lean against him while we walked. He kept an arm around my waist as we walked so as to keep me steadied. We walked into the living room and saw our family sitting together on the couch, talking in low voices. When they heard us enter, they looked up and smiled. Mr. Davenport and I walked over to the couch and sat down, putting me next to Adam.
"Okay. SO, what happened? How did you get hit by a car?" Leo asked.
"Well," I started, looking down and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, "I was sitting on the roof, and I decided that I wanted to go for a run. So I jumped off of the roof and started to run. But I so gracefully tripped in the middle of the road because of one of the potholes that our roads are famous for. Anyway, I fell and got back up, but somehow, I didn't notice the white truck literally barreling towards me, and the next thing I knew, the truck hit me. The last thing that I remember is some old lady telling me to hold on. Speaking of which, any idea who that was?"
"We have no idea," Chase said, looking kind of baffled.
Two weeks later:
(Still) Bree's PoV:
I'm a girl, and that supposedly means that I don't spend a lot of time with my family, especially my dad. But that's not always how it works. You see, two weeks ago, I didn't get to spend much time with my dad. But that's changed. My dad and I always do something together at least once a week. Sometimes, it's just me and him, and other times, my brothers come along. But either way, we still have a great time.
Last Friday, Mr. Davenport, my brothers, and I went to play laser tag after school. Mr. Davenport said that he would have taken us out of school to go play, but Tasha was off that day and wouldn't let him. Mr. Davenport, Chase, and I were on a team together, and we totally dominated Adam and Leo's team.
"We would have creamed you guys if all the bad people hadn't been on our team," Leo had stated confidently, though we knew that it wasn't true.
I playfully shoved Leo, and he returned the favor. The car pulled into the garage, and we all climbed out. As we walked inside, I looked at my brothers and my dad, and I realized something. No matter what happened, these four people would always care, and they would always be here for me. And I would always care about them; I would always support them.
But most of all, I would always love them. And I knew that they loved me too.
AN: So, how was it? Hopefully not bad. Anyway, I hope you liked it. Thanks for reading, reviewing, following, and favoriting, if you do! Later! :P