Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats.
Marcus stumbled to the lab, now his vision changing from seeing double to seeing triple. Marcus stumbled to his capsule, he climbed in and closed the door. With that he closed his eyes, waiting for the heat to lessen.
The officer stepped into the house. He went in looking for a glass of water. Patrolling all day made him thirsty. "Hello?" Officer Carson called. No one answered. As he walked through the living room, he caught sight of the closet door, wide open. Officer Carson walked over, about to close the door when the stairway that led down a dark corridor caught his eye. His brow furrowed and Officer Carson grabbed his gun. He held the gun to the front and began walking down the dark corridor.
AS he entered the secret lair, he was awestruck. He inspected everything, looking at the face of the supposedly bionic kids. But something confused him. Why was his son, Marcus in some sort of gate? He couldn't understand it. Officer Carson left the lab, and ran up the stairs. When he made it to the first step, he closed the closet door and headed outside. After exiting the house, Officer Carson headed to his squad car, "Hey Carson where you going?" his partner asked form the front porch. Officer Carson didn't answer, just opened the car door and went in. In a few minutes he headed to the police headquarters.
As Chase walked pass Mr. Davenport's bedroom, he heard a lot of bickering. Chase stopped in his tracks and listened closely to the conversation behind the door. He was surprised to find out who he was fighting with.
"No, don't try to change my decision Tasha"
"Donald you can't just take them and move them to some random place"
"This is the best decision. I'm not thinking about myself, I'm thinking about you and keeping the family together"
Keeping the family together? Chase was confused, but continued to listen.
"Please Donald, think about this again"
"Tasha we don't have anymore time to think and rethink. We have to start packing now"
"Stop...At least just ask them what they would think about it first."
The conversation on the other side stopped. No more was said, no more was heard. Chase began walking back to the lab. There were too many questions but he could sum up, that something was causing Mr. Davenport to be very upset. And he is deciding to move the family somewhere far away. But the why? Why is he doing this? Why?
"Unbelievable" Douglas mumbled under his breath. "Dad, don't worry. I'm fine now" Bonnie said. "I'm just glad you're safe" Douglas told her, bringing her close. She hugged him. It was the afternoon, around four when Marcus finally awoke from his long nap. He stumbled in a daze up the stairs and into the living room. With that he flopped onto the chair. At least he was not longing sweating. It was odd. Something was wrong with him, he knew that was true. He just couldn't figure out what though. His thoughts were interrupted by Bonnie and Douglas entering the room. Bonnie walked into the kitchen and began to make dinner.
Donald sat at the dinner table, picking at his food. Tasha tried to eat, but everyone knew there was something going on between the two. Tasha looked up from her plate and gave Donald a look. With that Mr. Davenport asked, "So kids...If we were to say move to somewhere far away like in Europe would you choose to go or stay here?". The teens looked at each other, a little confused on why the question was brought up at the table. "It depends on where we go; is it Paris, France?" Bree asked "Bree we're not going to stay in Paris, France" Mr. Davenport told her. "Oh, then I don't want to leave" Bree said and then returned to finishing her dinner. "Big D, why would you leave such an awesome mansion. I'm not going anywhere" Leo said. "I really don't know. As long as the place as plenty of food then I'm happy" Adam said. Chase thought about the question before asking a question of his own, "Why are you suddenly asking us about this?". Mr. Davenport didn't answer, just sighed. Something bubbled inside him, and the words came out before he could stop himself, "Mr. Davenport we all know that you're hiding something from us. The way you talk and look at us shows that something is upseting you. Mr. Davenport why won't you tell us? Do you think that we can't handle it". Mr. Davenport continued to stay silent. "Mr. Davenport, Chase is right. You ave been acting strange. What are you keeping from us" Bree agreed. Leo and Adam stared at their father. "Donald, just tell them. They deserve to know" Tasha told her husband. Mr. Davenport sighed, "I was planning on moving the family to somewhere in Europe. To start from scratch again because I was afraid that Douglas would blow our cover." The table was silent, no one made a sound. The four teens were too busy taking in all that they had just heard.
Douglas, Marcus and Bonnie finished dinner. Marcus once again was overwhelmed by a large headache, so retreated downstairs to the lab. Bonnie was beginning to worry. "Is Marcus okay Dad?" Bonnie asked. "I think he's fine" Douglas said. "Oh" Bonnie answer and returned to washing the dishes. Douglas walked away, fearing the worst for Marcus. He shouldn't be overheating now. It wasn't to happen til after his sixteen birthday. Douglas needed to fix this. With that thought in mind he walked down to the lab.
Hi! I know I haven't updated in a while. I'm just recovering from a horrible case of writer's block. Love PBL.
