Welcome to Chapter Six.

Remember how the last one was filler?

A lot of this one is, too. But not all of it.

So there you go. Good things come to those who wait.

So thanks to all my readers and reviewers who are sticking around through all this filler. I know, filler isn't fun. But it leads to fun things, so yay!

AllAmericanSlurp: Okay, here's the deal: Mr. Davenport tried to make a ray gun that restored Chase to his normal size, but it didn't work. It only took the ability to grow a quarter-inch from reviews away. So Douglas hit him over the head with a brick so hard that he shrunk down again….

It took him a couple of hours to wake up…

Moonlit: "Yes, it can get the fuck out!"

RissA15: "Sweety, your army had us locked in the same room for weeks now. Zara, take her out!"

DisneyXDGirl: "Oh, you wanna go? Let's go! I'll kick you so hard that –"

"Oly, quit your shit!"

"You're lucky Master likes you."

Gg180000: What a douche! Who would stand someone up for bowling?! He truly is evil!

DarkestKing: Krane might. Krane might.

Mia-Teresa-Davenport: "I wasn't…you were in my...What the hell?!"

"Chase, women are always right. Just drop it."

"But Douglas, she's –"

"Right. Let it go."

So, who wants to read this? Mr. Davenport?

"Zara doesn't own Lab Rats or anything you recognize. If you don't recognize it, it's probably hers."

"Mishaps are like knives that either serve us or cut us as we grasp them by the blade or the handle."

James Russell Lowell

"I'm the master of distractions. A couple of hand gestures and BAM! I'll pull the underwear clean off your butt."

Si Robertson

Chapter Six - Who The Hell?!

Leo

Mr. Davenport and Douglas were flipping out.

Lots of frantic typing and running around the Lab had filled the last four hours as they tried to locate the bane of their existence: Krane. It was stressful just watching them work. Leo was watching them with Ysthry perched on his shoulder, trying to stay calm, since he had been banned from helping after he spilled water on the keyboard. Chase and Yahn were staring at each other with their tails twitching, adding an uncomfortable vibe to the situation. Adam and Leo were playing blackjack, keeping an eye on the two while Oly was trying to start the fight by pushing Chase's leg, encouraging him to move closer to Adam. Tasha and Bree had escaped the tension by moving upstairs to make snacks.

Hey, it was midnight, they had missed dinner, and everyone was obviously going to be awake for several more hours. The household was too worked up to actually sleep. Krane could crash through the house with another golem or call up Joraed again. Who knew what the psycho would do next?

Yahn growled as Oly successfully shoved Chase a few inches closer to Adam. Mr. Davenport – who was passing behind Chase – thumped Oly behind her ears without stopping. She rubbed behind her ear and growled. "Your brother is an ass, Master."

"Shut the hell up, Oly," Douglas drawled absently.

Tasha – who was carrying a tray of sandwiches through the tunnel with Bree carrying glasses of lemonade behind her – popped Douglas behind the head. "Language."

Douglas glared at her. "Donnie, your wife is abusive," he whined.

"I didn't see a thing," Mr. Davenport answered, smiling mischievously.

Douglas muttered something undoubtedly obscene, but he returned his attention to the cyber desk.

Tasha and Bree set their respective trays on the table between Leo and Adam. Yahn gave Chase a pointed look before leaping onto the table next to Adam, who had taken a sandwich from the tray with a smile. Adam tore off a piece – an ordeal to watch, since Adam could only do it with one hand – and handed it to Yahn, who happily stuffed it into his beak. In the course of a few seconds, everyone had taken a sandwich and drink except for Chase, who actually couldn't get near the table without Yahn growling. Finally, just as Leo got up to take the snacks to Chase, said half-demon suddenly hissed, "This is ridiculous." He marched over to the table with his ears pinned. When Yahn snarled at him, Chase picked the imp up by the tail and growled, "I'm stronger than you, runt. Try me." He then dropped Yahn on the floor and victoriously took his prize: A sandwich and lemonade.

Across the room, Douglas started laughing. "I was wondering when you would get around to doing that."

Chase grinned triumphantly as he bit into the sandwich.

After a moment, Tasha asked, "Any luck?"

The mood turned tense again as everyone frowned. "He's gone," Mr. Davenport answered.

Leo sighed. "So…all we can do is wait for him to show up?"

Douglas nodded and rubbed his eyes. "Like a bunch of fangirls waiting outside of Alanis Morissette's hotel."

"Who?" Bree asked. Leo nodded and pointed at Bree in silent agreement. Who the hell was Alanis Morissette?

"Singer from the nineties," Mr. Davenport answered.

"Remind me to make you guys listen to everything she ever sang," Douglas said.

Tasha crossed her arms. "I don't really like her songs."

"Old people music doesn't sound fun, anyways," Adam added.

Leo nodded again, laying out a couple of cards on the table. An ace and a ten. He grinned and jumped to his feet excitedly. "Woohoo, twenty-one! Blackjack!"

Adam sighed laid down his cards. A five and a six. He drew another one – a seven – and another one – a five. He sighed again. "Twenty – three."

"Yay! I win!" Leo cheered, scooping up his cards as Adam gathered his.

Bree took the deck and started shuffling. "Want a dealer so that you aren't playing against each other?"

Adam shrugged. "Why not?"

In the background, Mr. Davenport shut the cyber desk down. "Glad someone is having fun tonight."

Oly jumped onto the table, rolling her eyes. "Please. This is a distraction. I bet they're screaming on the inside. See, you two fight –" here, she pointed at Mr. Davenport and Douglas – "she cooks-" she pointed at Tasha – "these two are busy doing their own thing-" she gestured at Yahn and Chase – "and these three distract themselves with pointless gambling." She swept her tail around to indicate Adam, Bree, and Leo himself.

While she was technically right, Leo didn't want to admit it out loud.

"We don't fight," Mr. Davenport protested.

"Oh, yes, we do," Douglas corrected.

Mr. Davenport glared at Douglas. "No, we don't."

"Are you really going to fight about fighting?" Bree asked, rolling her eyes.

"No," Mr. Davenport growled.

"Really? Because we were about to," Douglas pointed out irritably.

"Okay, let's everyone tone it the fuck down," Chase growled loudly, earning a stern word from Tasha. "Now listen: Krane is out there, and we can't do anything about it. Until he shows himself again, we won't know where he is. Therefore, since it's late, we can't accomplish anything at the moment, and a couple of fights are obviously going to break out if this keeps up –" he pointedly avoided looking at Yahn, who was glaring at Chase – "I kind of think we should just go to bed and start again in the morning. Anyone else think this is a good idea?"

Leo wondered briefly when Chase's leader senses kicked in. Think about it: A teenager, being able to read the room and determine the most prudent move? It was strange. But he had been trained for it throughout his entire life, so Chase being able to take charge in a crisis wasn't so unusual. It wasn't the first time, actually.

Wait; why was this strange again?

Leo rubbed his eyes. He needed to sleep. It was effecting his cognitive abilities.

Across the room, everyone started to nod. "Tomorrow," Mr. Davenport agreed quietly.

"Sleep is such a luxury, which I can't afford."

Robin Sikarwar

"I like to think that I've got determination, and I'm fiercely protective of the people I love."

Andrew Lincoln

Chase

Oly had decided to guard me for some reason.

Douglas didn't order it, but that was probably because she had taken it upon herself before he could.

It was kind of comforting, even if I didn't want to admit it. With Krane out there, being alone in a dark room at night wasn't exactly my idea of a peaceful night. So when Oly decided to curl up beside me like a cat, I was relieved. Nothing like an imp to bite whoever decided to take me in the night, right?

Because I was a great kidnapping target. Why? I rocked. That was why. I mean, how many of you would kidnap me, right?

Well, guess who else would try to kidnap me?

Krane.

Well, not quite true. I imagined that he would just cut my throat in my sleep.

With that in mind, I didn't sleep well. Even with Oly, I couldn't turn off my thoughts.

Sometimes being a super-genius wasn't that great.

So, after a while of trying to sleep, I finally gave up any false hope of sleeping. I sat up with a sigh, glancing at the full moon through my window. How anyone else in the house was sleeping was beyond me. I sure as hell couldn't. I pinned my ears and got out of bed, my tail flicking back and forth repeatedly. It was crazy that I couldn't relax. Krane wouldn't try anything immediately. He would wait until we weren't expecting it. At least, that was what I would do. But Krane and I didn't think on the same tangent.

Wait! Wait, wait, wait! Hold the fuck up. Did something just dart across the yard?!

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the yard, my eyes darting between shadows and light. Were my eyes just playing tricks on me? Was I just paranoid? Minutes passed, and I still saw nothing. Did I just see a stray cat or an owl or something?

Yeah. That was probably it.

"What are you staring at, Half-Breed?"

I jumped and whipped around, half-expecting to be jumped when Oly spoke. She stretched a bit before jumping off of the bed and scurrying over to me, climbing onto the windowsill. "Is something fun going on out there?"

I returned my attention to the yard, patting Oly on the head. "It's nothing," I answered, frowning. It had to be nothing, right? There was nothing else going on out there.

"Then who's that?" Oly pointed.

I looked where she was indicating. It was just a tree's shadow. Nothing important, really. I pinned my ears. "I don't see anything."

"Check the planes, dumbass," she growled.

Oh, right. I could do that. Duh. I shook my head hard to clear it and let my vision shift through the nine planes I could see.

There it was, on plane two.

It looked like a person, but…not. Much too small to be Krane, though, so definitely not as alarming as it should have been. However, I hesitated to call it a shadow. It was dark and all, but the outline seemed to glow. In fact, it glowed more predominantly as each plane passed.

What the hell was going on?

Oh well. If it wasn't Krane, it was a common thief. The oddness of that shadow was the least of my concerns. "It's not Krane, so Eddy will get rid of him."

"Get rid of who?" Eddy asked, popping up on the screen in my room.

"The random shadow guy down there," I answered, pointing at the window.

"Is the kitty scared of a little shadow?" Eddy asked in a mocking voice.

I pinned my ears and hissed. "Just get rid of him before I deactivate you."

A sudden spray of water caught both Oly and I by surprise, drenching us. "Bad kitty!" However, Eddy popped off of the screen. Seconds later, the shadow was sent flying across the yard by a stunning laser. However, instead of being…well, stunned, the guy just got up and dusted himself off.

Damn it. "Think we should help him, Oly?" I asked with a sigh.

"You should," she answered. "I'll go get Master. Maybe he still has that gun laying around."

As Oly jumped to the floor and scurried out the door. I sighed and opened the window, climbing onto the frame before jumping out, my wings flapping wildly as I plummeted. About ten feet from the ground, I caught a draft and started ascending instead, my wings beating as I rose high above the yard. When I was over the shadow, I growled, my fingers glowing white as I shot a bolt of energy at it.

And let me tell you, I hit that fucker. I mean, I just nailed him. Dust and grass went flying as the bolt tore into the ground, engulfing the glowing shadow. I was uncomfortably aware that I had just killed someone, but I would worry about that later. At that moment, the dust was clearing and lights were coming on in the mansion.

And the shadow was just fine. He was just getting up casually!

What in the flying fuck?!

Confused, I shot a few more at him. How rude of him not to just be incinerated!

When the dust cleared the second time, I discovered that I had made a crater.

And that asshole shadow was climbing out of it!

I started flying circles over his head, evaluating my next move. Meanwhile, he started running towards the fence at an inhuman speed. It made no sense. Was he a demon? Because demons would survive my attack. But, were he a demon, his real form would show on the planes.

Did some humans have a natural resilience to demonic attacks?

Like hell they do, my voice hissed. You should try harder.

I pinned my ears and growled as the guy climbed the fence and vanished into the neighborhood. Sighing, I angled my wings and arced back towards the house just as the front door opened.

Way to be late to the party, douchnozzles.

I pulled my wings in a bit and dropped down, spreading them out and flapping rapidly to land in front of the door.

Mr. Davenport and Douglas slid to a stop in front of me, their eyes wild and protective. Behind them, Oly and Yahn were watching as tigers, looking ready to claw something up.

Guard tigers. Nice touch.

Douglas cocked his .9mm pistol. "What's going on?"

I perked my ears at them, eyeing Mr. Davenport's weapon of choice – a random lamp – and answered, "He's gone. It wasn't Krane, but it was very strange."

Douglas and Mr. Davenport lowered their weapons, Douglas actually opening the action and sliding the clip out of his pistol.

Oly nudged her way between them, her striped tail lashing. "Strange how?"

"I would feel better discussing this inside," I answered. "Oh, and Mr. Davenport? The yard has a crater in it now."

Mr. Davenport's eyes widened. "A crater?"

Sensing impending lectures, I decided to save myself. "Is this the time to worry about your landscaping?" I declared as dramatically as I could. I pointed at my chest. "I drove off a kidnapping-rapist-murderer. I think I deserve a medal, good sir."

The incredulous look Mr. Davenport gave me was priceless. Douglas, on the other hand, grinned. "Where's an Oscar when you need one?" He nudged Mr. Davenport. "This kid has talent."

I purred proudly before Mr. Davenport found his voice. "Get in the house," he hissed between clenched teeth. "Now."

Great. I saved the family, and I still got in trouble for it.

You were welcome. Ingrate.

What in the hell was up with that?!

Who decided to glow in the Davenport's yard?

Guess you'll have to keep reading.

:D

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And enjoy.

*Bows and exits*