Lennox POV

I sat on my bed with my back to the wall and my arms wrapped around my pulled up legs. I can never fully cry anymore; my tears just pool up and then stream down and it annoys me. It annoys me that I'm even crying, I hate it so much! I wish we hadn't come here, all we do is cause grief and misery wherever we go, now the entire Davenport family is in danger!

There was a small knock on my door and I quickly wiped my face and said, "Go away," while not being able to resist the urge to be polite, I added, "Please?"

"It's me, Emily; I need to talk to you."

"Fine, come in," I murmured, curious.

She walked in and sat down next to me after closing the door. "First, could you tell me what Don said to you to make you so upset," she asks. I widen my eyes in surprise and she says, "Oh please, Lennox. I've taken care of you for over nine years; I can tell when you've been crying. And I doubt it has anything to do with teen love," she replied with a slight smirk. Emily tucks some of her layered black hair behind her ear but some of the bright green highlights pop back. Emily has always been a mystery to me; I mean, she dresses like an emo rocker but she has the sweetest personality.

I give in and tell her everything we discussed while she sits there listening. Emily sits there for a moment before nodding and saying, "I've been talking to Breyson and we've decided that it's probably best it we leave. We didn't know how to tell you, but since you already want to go, then I guess we have no problem."

Wait, Breyson and Emily have been talking about leaving without me? Like my opinion doesn't matter, or something? And besides, I didn't want to go, I needed to.

"Who said that I wanted to leave? And why were you not including me in your little 'talks', huh?" I asked, putting finger quotes.

She looks taken aback and says, "We thought you wouldn't care so much. Anyway, we're packing up tonight and leaving in the morning, so get―"

"No," I simply stated.

Breyson then walked in and said, "Lennox, we need to… Oh, Emily beat me here."

Emily ignored him and said, "What," to me.

I took a deep breath, because for the first time, I was standing up to her and showing a little backbone for once. "I said no, Emily," I replied, nervously.

"Fine, we can leave tomorrow night, that will give you some time for your goodbyes or whatever," she answered.

"I'm not going, and you guys shouldn't either," I said a little louder.

"You just said that you wanted, no, needed to leave, though," Emily said with frustration.

"Oh, so now you pay attention to what I say?" Anger was beginning to snake through my tone. "You always make 'our' decisions without me! Well guess what? I'm not that six-year-old little girl that just lost her parents anymore! I'm fifteen now, and I happen to have a mind of my own, and mind you, it's a pretty full one!" I snapped at them.

Breyson looked hurt while Emily looked angry herself. "Do you want to know the real reasons why we're leaving?" she yelled at me.

"Emily…," Breyson warned.

"No, Breyson! You heard her, she wants to be included." She turns to me and says, "We're leaving because Don is using us." I start to protest, but she speaks first. "Don't even try to defend him. Four years ago, he didn't see three deathly ill kids that belonged to his dead friends; no he saw three golden opportunities to become even more rich and famous than he already was! Now he expects us to train, fight evil, and make him look good!" Emily fumed.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Reasons?"

Breyson leaned in and said quietly, "We think Mom and Dad are alive," his eyes shining with hope.

The idea was so absurd, that I couldn't even produce a coherent response. "Whatch-nick…ink mih―huh?"

"Well think about it. They were amazing scientists, even if they did screw up; it wouldn't result in the whole house blowing up. And, you remember that they couldn't find one bit of their DNA after they put out the fire. We want to go look for them," he finished.

A big part of me desperately wanted to believe that that was true, but the sane part of me knew better than to think like that. "You're both insane; you're blinded by your need for them to be alive and petty desperation. Why would they fake their deaths, they loved us," I said, whispering the last three words.

"Well, we haven't figured that part out yet, but we've already made up our minds. We're leaving tomorrow so remember to―"

"Do you have brain loss?" I cut her off. "I said that I wasn't going! You're wrong, about Don and Mom and Dad! After they died, the only real family we've had is the Davenports, and you're leaving to go where? To the streets again? Because I'm never going back to that, ever!" I yelled, tears filling my eyes again.

"Family?" Emily said in disbelief. "You call them family? We're your family, Lennox!"

I finally let the tears fall as I said, "Not anymore."

Emily's nostrils flared and she said, "You want to stay here with the monster that created us? Fine. Just remember that we're leaving tomorrow, with or without you."

"Why wait?! You don't deserve to tell them goodbye, leave tonight when they are all asleep, when I'm asleep."

Breyson put his hand on my shoulder and said, "You don't mean that, Lennox. You'll say goodbye to us, won't you?"

I shook my head and shrugged off his hand. I had a feeling that if they came to tell me goodbye, I would break down, apologize, and go with them.

He looked upset and said, "I promise we'll keep in touch and let you know where we are when we can."

I turned around so I couldn't see their faces, closed my eyes, and then said, "Don't, I don't want to know." When I heard the door close behind me, my heart broke.

xXx

I stayed in my room for hours. Bree came to tell me when lunch and dinner was ready, but I said I wasn't hungry and laid there on my bed. At around 9:30, I heard Bree outside of my door again and she said, "Everybody says good-night. We hope you feel better tomorrow."

"Thanks, me too. Good-night," I answered.

A few hours later, I heard my brother and sister packing up their suitcases. They quietly walked by my room, but Breyson crept back and whispered, almost silently, "Goodbye," into the door, knowing that I could hear and I would be listening. I longed to fling open my door and follow them like I have my entire life, but u was done with that. I held my breath in until I heard the front door open and close.

I wait until I can't hear them anymore to unlock my door and head downstairs to the living room. I sit down on the couch but quickly find that I cannot stay still. I stand up and start pacing back and forth, trying so hard not to cry anymore. Getting dizzy, I grab their home phone and sit down on the floor. I realize that I have nobody to call, wait, that's not true. There IS someone, but he's dead. I punch in the familiar number anyway and wait for the voicemail. "(all of us) You've reached Aaron, Emily, Breyson, and Lennox. (Aaron) We didn't answer your call because we're either not home, (Emily) we didn't hear it, (Breyson) we couldn't get to it in time, (Me) or we don't like you! (Aaron) Please leave your message and/or important life lesson after the beep and we'll try to get back to you and/or ponder that life lesson. (all of us) Bye now! ... BEEP!"

I cleared my throat and said, "Hey Aaron, I just called to say that I really miss you. We should get together and catch up sometime, okay? I really need to talk to you, like I used to. I just don't know what to do, I'm so lost and I feel so empty. And now I'm alone, too."

"You're not alone, Lennox."

I quickly pressed END CALL and turned my head to see Chase, in sleep pants and NO SHIRT! And may I just take a moment to say that he is most definitely easy on the eyes. I reluctantly tore my eyes from his abs and said, "How long have you been standing there?"

He slowly walked over to me and said, "Long enough to know that you're either insane or you really need someone to talk to." Chase sat down next to me on the floor and gently said, "Why would you think you were alone?"

I decided just to tell him, he would find out sooner or later. "Breyson and Emily left," I answered hollowly.

"What do you mean, they 'left'?" He asked, confused.

I told him everything, from Don and I talking to Breyson and Emily walking out the front door. It felt kind of good telling someone else all of this.

When I was done, he said, "Wow, I can't believe they would leave you, even if you didn't want to go… I'm glad you didn't," Chase said, blushing a little. He smiled at the thought of something and said, "You called us your family? Really?"

It was my turn to blush and say, "Well yeah, every single Davenport has been nothing but kind and welcoming to us our whole lives."

Chase smiled again, but that smile quickly became a frown. "You also said that you weren't going to live back in the streets, does that mean you did?" He asked, looking at me full of concern. I just nodded, not being able to speak. "Lennox, what happened to you after your parents died?"

It was an awful story, full of sadness, starvation, and deadly illnesses. But he asked, and I did sort of want to tell someone about it. "After my parents' funeral, we were sent straight to our Uncle Kenny, our mother's half-brother and out only living relative. Uncle Kenny was a horrible, vile man that we spent two dreadful years with. He drank, smoked, and he gambled pretty much every day. He made us get up at six every morning to clean up his messes from the night before and make his breakfast while he slept until 8 o'clock. We barely had any idea what we were doing, but we quickly learned. After breakfast, he'd leave for work at his job as a car salesman. He would come home for dinner at six then leave again to go 'party'. Which usually meant: bowling, smoking, strip club, drinking, and then to finish the night, a poker game. Going to school wasn't much better; we didn't have proper clothes or school supplies, and we were bullied terribly for that and for the fact that we always smelled like beer and smoke," I stopped to shudder at the memory.

I looked over to see Chase almost shaking with anger. "That low-life son of a bitch!" he growled, but his voice sounded deeper, I mean a LOT deeper. Wait a second; did he have a Commando App, too? I knew how to fix this.

"Chase? Listen to me, I know you think your alter ego is taking over control right now, but just push him out of the way, alright? It's your body, not his," I told him soothingly.

It took a few minutes, but I saw him relax a little and said, "How did you do that? No one can control Spike."

I let out a sigh of relief that he was back to normal. "Well, I felt like I could actually see my alter ego, Iracebeth, when she tried to take over, so I learned to shove her out of the way," I answered.

Chase looked thoughtful, then smirked and said, "Iracebeth? As in the Red Queen?"

I put up my hands in defense and said, "Hey, that's what Breyson named her because apparently she threatened to chop off his head several times and she has a British accent, which I don't fully understand." We both chuckled at that and then I said, "Anyway… One day, after two miserable years, Uncle Kenny didn't come home from work, or any time after that. We stayed there, foolishly, for a while week. Emily told us we couldn't call or go to anyone because we'd end up in a foster home, orphanage, or split up. So, we took to the Florida streets. Breyson was pretty good at chess so he taught us how and we would play people in the park for money. Emily used her money for our food and water, I used mine for used textbooks so we could sort of keep our education, and since Breyson was the best and won the most, he'd save up so we could stay in a hotel about once a week to shower and such," I paused to catch my breath a bit.

"A year and a half later, I started to get sick. At first, it wasn't that serious, but we soon discovered just how serious it was. After about seven months, I couldn't walk on my own, I would black out frequently, and I started throwing up blood and stomach fluids out of nowhere. Every day I woke up, I thought "This is the day I'm going to die," not exactly what most eleven-year-olds are thinking. I'd never been so scared in my life. I remember Emily and Breyson arguing about what to do with me. Breyson wanted to take me to the hospital, but Emily kept saying no, that we would get caught.

"On Emily's fourteenth birthday, we were walking to the park as usual, when I suddenly collapsed. I blacked out again, too, so Emily told me what happened. She said a man came rushing towards us and told them his name was Aaron and he recognized us because of our parents. He took me to the hospital, much to Emily's protest, and discovered that I had Agammaglobulinemia and it was too late to treat. They also discovered that I had unknowingly passed it to my siblings, who had a different silent case and it was too late for them, too. Since the hospital, couldn't do anything for us, Aaron decided to adopt us and take us home with him. He called his brother, Donald, to come see us, and… well, you know the rest. Don came, asked us if we were willing to deal with life being bionic, and inserted our chips. We lived with Aaron four years until… you know," I finished, looking down at my hands.

Chase scooted closer to me and timidly put his right arm around my shoulders. "I really had no idea what you've been through. You have had Emily and Breyson by your side through your entire life, and then they just leave. I understand why you feel alone, but you are far from that. I'll always―" he clears his throat quickly. "We'll always be here for you."

I weaved my left arm behind his bare back and set my head down on his smooth shoulder. "Thank you, Chase," I whispered with my eyes closed.

"Of course. Hey, why don't we watch a movie, or something? That'll help you clear your mind," he suggested to me.

I smiled and said, "On one condition."

"Name it."

"It has to be the most hilarious movie you've got. I don't care if it's even rated R, I need to laugh," I answered.

He gently lifted his arm and stood up. "I think I've got the perfect movie in mind. Wait here," he said, rushing towards the hallway. I stood up too and then sat down on the couch. As soon as my butt hit the cushion, he came running back in, holding up a movie: 21 Jump Street. "It has Jonah Hill, hilarious. It's rated R, and I kept in mind that you're a lady, so it's got Channing Tatum. IE, the PERFECT movie," he finished proudly. I nodded my approval and he popped it in.

He laid down on one wing of the couch while I lay on the other, bravely putting my head on a pillow in his lap. He grabbed two blankets from behind him and soon the movie started. Chase was the master of movie picking; it was perfect.

About an hour in (and several 'I'm gonna pee myself' moments later), Chase started to run his finger through my hair. I closed my eyed because it felt so impossibly good; I think I may have even let out a soft moan. Just then, trying to stay awake was about as an impossible feat as swimming on the Sun or getting my hair to look as good as Taylor Swift's. The last thing I remember before I drifted off was Chase kissing my forehead and saying, "Good-night, Lennox."

xXx

"Should we wake them up?"

"No, Leo! They look so cute together!"

"But I want to watch TV and they're hogging the entire couch!"

"Bree's right, Leo. Let them sleep."

I slowly lifted my eyelids to see Tasha, Leo, and Bree staring at us from the island, cereal bowls in hand. I groaned and turned my head to the right where, BAM! Chase's face was mere centimeters from mine. "Ahh!" I screamed as I bolted upright, causing and uproar of laughter from the peanut gallery. Apparently, sometime in the night, my pillow fell to the floor and Chase scooted down so I was lying on his chest, not that I had much of a problem with that.

Chase winced while covering his ears and said groggily, "Where's the fire?" I shivered a little at his husky morning voice.

When I stood up, Leo leapt off of his stool and said, "Finally!"

I trudged over to Leo's spot and said, "What time is it?"

Bree looked at her watch and said, "7:09, so you better get ready for school, Chase." The said person quickly untangles himself from his blanket and shot upstairs to his room. Bree turned to me with a devious smile and said, "So, you and my brother, huh?"

I spun around on the stool so she couldn't see my red face. "Wh-What? Psh! We were just, watching a movie…and we happened to fall asleep."

"Yeah, in each other's arms," she said, still smiling.

"I wasn't in his arms," I countered.

"Oh, that's right, you were on his chest, his BARE, TONED chest," Bree said, laughing again.

"Whatever," I muttered, completely mortified.

Tasha, trying (and failing) not to smile, turned to me and said, "What are you, Emily and Breyson going to do today while the others are at school?"

Oh yeah, them.

A/N: Lookie there! Over three thousand words, that's how we do! Hehe, so here lies Chapter 5, hope you like and hmm, possibly, review? :]

~Ordinary