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So, crazy me, I named Bree's kids after family members of mine. Because why not? If you're curious as to which family members:
Laura: My dad's sister Laura, who I haven't seen in 5 years.
Thomas Alexander: My dad, Thomas Alexander Summers. He's on the Cave Without A Name wikipedia page.
PLEA TO ALL READERS: Please leave a review, as this is the last fic in my saga -NOT TWILIGHT NO- so final ending and all. Plus, stay tuned for the many Lab Rats fics I plan on writing.
THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING AND ALL THE SUPPORT!
Life went on. It always does, and
always will. The Davenports experienced that for themselves. Some were affected deeper than others, but all were affected. Those hurt deeper healed slower, but they healed. As much as one can heal after a death. Time does not heal wounds, but it can numb the pain.
Donald and Douglas once more directed Davenport Industries down the road to success, not as partners, but as brothers. After Tasha died at the ripe age of 78, Donald left the company and lived out his remaining two years at his home. Douglas survived his brother by one year.
Adam began a prosperous construction company, and unlike many C.E.O.s, he did physical labor with his men. He even went overseas and built homes for those in need. He married his college sweetheart named Marie, and had one son: Chase Alexander Davenport, named after the uncle he never knew. At least under his name. Adam would tell his son tales of a hero who fought until he was betrayed by those he loved most.
Bree lived on to go into the fashion and cosmetics industry, and like her other family members, she thrived in industry. She married John Williams, and was blessed with a pair of twin girls and a son: Laura and Alexandra, and Thomas.
Leo inherited Davenport Industries, though he dared not change the name. He married Janelle and had a daughter, Danielle. In his older years, however, after his wife died of cancer, he became obsessed with finding a cure, and became a recluse. Though he never did find his cure, his family never visited him much anyways. He was colder than they remembered him as.
So the line of Davenports and Dooleys continued, the bionics and the secrets of them to remain in the past. Along with the tales that stemmed off the bionics.
