Wow, thirty-five reviews! I'm impressed that there are that many reviews for a story with no action :-D So, here's a chapter on Tasha, as you all wished. I also had trouble with her because she's not a very well-developed character in the show, therefore her real fears were never revealed, similar to Leo. My rules for which characters I'm writing about are: they must appear in at least 8-10 episodes. However, I will be doing Douglas, because I have a feeling he'll be appearing in future shows and the Lab Rats Season 4 or 5 finale, a.k.a. the show's finale. Sorry for the blabber! Go on, begin reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.
Tasha Davenport, wife of Donald Davenport, mother/stepmother to four children (and three of them being superhuman), and struggling reporter. Outside, her mannerisms were cheery, ecstatic, and positive. She was known for her motherly, hovering ways and wanting to get involved more in her stepchildren/children's school life and general life. She couldn't always keep up the jocular, euphoric façade forever. She had her own veiled secrets, too.
Childhood memories were forgotten, as far back as she could remember, it had just been Leo and her, living contentedly in a cozy apartment building. That was when she and Leo were perfectly normal people, going along with the flow of life, just Leo and her… She knew, so far back, that she'd been happy.
But that was before everything—before Leo and she had moved in to the Davenport household, before Leo had almost gotten himself killed getting involved with Adam, Bree, and Chase, before the lab had been blown up. Every little miniscule problem that occurred in this strange family affected her, each and every thing.
Now what? It seemed as if everything had gone back to normal. But everything hadn't. After all of the family moments with Donald, Adam, Bree, and Chase, she still harbored her darkest thoughts. The thoughts of the truth.
She'd thought that Leo had finally realized that he needed to stop endangering his life so recklessly; she'd thought that Leo would stop spending so much time with the rats and start spending more time with her. She knew, no matter how clumsily Leo tried to hide it, that he didn't want her getting in associated with his life outside of the house, and it hurt. It really stung.
She'd thought that Bree would realize that she needed to spend more time with the only other female in the household. It had hurt when Bree and run away so soon after she'd moved upstairs, because she knew, no matter how unskillfully Bree had tried to cover it up, that Bree did not want to be with Tasha so much—what had she done wrong? She had given Bree plenty of privacy, her sewing room, all a girl could ask for…
But no, she was still the outcast in the household—never involved in anything, the worrywart that was scorned… it hurt, a lot. Whatever she tried to do, she was never told that she was a big help. No, it was first "the glare," and then she would say sheepishly, "I'm not helping, am I?" and then the former would say, "Nope."
"Donald, I think you should spend more time with Leo; he spends too much time playing video games! Last week, he tried to pause me. Twice!" she'd said indignantly. But instead of her siding with her, Donald made a short joke out of it.
"That would be cool," he'd said, twiddling with the video game controller.
It replayed itself, hour after hour, in her head.
Maybe today—today she'd show them that she wasn't just the ordinary mother in this whole mess of a family that had weird abilities. Maybe today, she'd finally be recognized for being somewhat involved in her family at all…
She climbed out of bed, thinking about how to do it. She definitely couldn't try to get involved in Leo, Adam, Bree, and Chase's school lives again—that had turned out to be a disaster. Then what? Ooh, they could have a family night of a movie and homemade popcorn and cookies! All thoughts of being the reject in the Davenport family dissolved when she began getting excited about her idea. It would be a movie based on the family genre; the popcorn would be caramel, maybe, with butter and salt, of course.
Eddy appeared on the screen. "Oh, no!" He said, in mock horror. "I found Bigfoot, everybody! I'm famous now! Look at this face! It matches the pictures EXACTLY!"
Tasha moaned. No matter how hard she could ever try, she would never get along with Eddy. Ever.
"Eddy, do I need to turn you off?"
Suddenly, Eddy began pleading in a pitiful voice. "No, no! You don't need to turn me off! I'll be good! I'll never make fun of you!"
"Too late," Tasha said, a smirk almost invisible on her face. She reached over by the nightstand and pushed the button that turned Eddy on and off, not that she ever used the "ON" button. Why would she? She would happily discard Eddy, not that Donald would ever allow it. Why he loved that smart home security system, she would never know.
Her thoughts of vengeance dissipated as she thought, I'll show them. I will. She just had no idea how to. Family moments came now and then, often at times when Donald, Adam, Bree, Chase, and Leo thankful for. What was she going to do?
Tasha walked into the kitchen for a glass of water when she noticed Donald, Adam, Bree, Chase, and Leo sitting on their large white couch. They seemed to be in a heated debate over something. What was it? She edge closer, trying to look disinterested, but all the same trying to listen in on their conversation.
"I'm telling you, there's no way that we can reach that plane in time! It's going too fast. The fuel plane exploded a while ago, and the monitor says that it will eventually run out of fuel." Donald said.
Bree said, "But… we can't give up hope! Not yet! Remember all those times where you thought we couldn't do it? The runaway train, the jet-wing, the neurotoxin, even the cytanium mission?"
Adam shrugged. "Whatever you guys are saying was lost on me after "in time." He smiled. "Who wants to go out for pizza? I call dibs on pepperoni!"
Leo said, "Oh, no you don't! That pepperoni is mine!"
Chase elbowed Adam and slapped Leo. "Stop it!" he said. "Look, maybe Bree has a point—that's it! Remember the runaway train? Remember how we solved it? We pulled hard enough. We yanked hard enough—"
Bree interrupted, "Okay! We get it! We did things hard enough! So what's your point?"
Chase glared at her. "I'm saying, if we can combine how we solved the runaway train problem, as in a vehicle going so fast, just like that self-driving car, the underwater submarine, an out of control, fast-moving vehicle, and the jet-wing incident, where an aerial vehicle was out of control—we can stop this super-speed jet!"*
Donald smiled genuinely. "That's it! Chase, you're a genius!"
"I know," Chase said nonchalantly.
Bree rolled her eyes. "We get it, okay?"
Chase said, "Alright! Okay, so I think the plan is this: Adam, we'll use one of Davenport's inventions to launch you up towards the plane. Pull on the plane as hard as you can, and then Bree will speed around to get a trampoline to break your fall. Then, throw one of my force field plasma balls as accurately as you can. I'll give you the coordinates for that, too."
Adam said, "Awesome! Falling out of the sky without a parachute! Sounds good to me."
Chase continued, "Okay, if the plane slows down, I'll calculate where and when it's going to fall and crash. Bree will speed herself and Adam to that point after I send you the GPS coordinates. Then, find a way to break the plane's fall, too."
Bree interrupted. "Like what?"
Chase shrugged. "Whatever sounds good—just don't use boxes. The pilot will mistake it for debris and try everything to avoid landing there.
"Anyway, I'll watch you on my sonar scan and then I'll give you directions through the com-set and then Adam, brace yourself on the point and try and stop the plane with your strength. Then, lower it and let it on the landing point. Sound good?"
Donald nodded. "Sounds like a plan."
Leo said angrily, "Where's my part in this?"
Chase softened. "You don't have one…"
Leo frowned.
"Okay, okay! Monitor us on Davenport's HD monitor. Let us know if anything, uh, unusual happens."
Leo smiled. "Okay!"
Tasha was shocked. They were going on one of the most dangerous and yet exhilarating missions of their lives and they weren't even telling her? Even Leo had a part in it!
She hurried over. "Can I do anything to help?"
Donald looked at her as if she was a mouse asking if she could help. Then he said blankly, "You can make dinner."
Tasha had hid behind cheery, bubbly, exuberant walls her whole life, but now, all she felt was sadness, being the outcast of the Davenport household. Why couldn't she be more involved with her kids/step kids without making them feel overprotected? ? The answer, she decided, would be found out when she found her security—her true security, not a façade security. And how exactly was she going to find her security? That remained, in it of itself, a mystery with the answer yet to be provided.
Did ya like it? R&R! The next POVs (that are already written out) will be:
Eddy
Douglas
Principal Perry
Feel free to suggest a character I've forgotten about-however, I have my own special plans about Marcus. So think of anyone else besides said characters. See y'all in a few days! (I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors.)
Okay, the footnote:
*For those of you not studying aerial vehicles, some super-fast jets that fly faster than the speed of sound (like nine hundred MPH, pardon me if I'm wrong) can run out of fuel very quickly. Therefore, they need to get fuel when in mid-flight. Some smaller but just as planes solely for the purpose of re-fueling other planes, well, re-fuel, uh, other super-fast planes! So they have to be careful when re-fueling-if they make one mistake or misjudging how to plug the nozzle in, etc. it could blow up.