And I am back! I am really surprised at the great response I have gotten in just one night!
A big thank you to all who followed and favorited this story! And to ShyMusic, kelliburgles, and T. F. Crosby for their encouragement. And LoveShipper: What happened to their mother will be explained soon.
In truth, this story was not my original idea about their mom, (which I will write another story on later) but this was really emotional and felt needed to be let out of the closet.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats, only my wonderful cerebral cortex.
Chase sat uneasily on the living room couch. "What do we do now? Just sit around and wait?"
"I don't know about you, but I can't think on an empty stomach!" Adam piped up, jumping from his seat.
"Stop!" Leo yelled. "Big D said not to eat anything in the house in case it was poisoned, we are still not sure what did this to Douglas,"
Adam nodded. "Okay. I'll go order a pizza then,"
Chase sighed. "I feel so useless,"
Leo sat down next to him. "We can't do anything until the Doctors give a diagnosis. Big D will call us when he gets any updates,"
Chase didn't respond, he was lost in thought. Everything Douglas said ran through his mind over and over again. But one thing stood out, MOTHER. He didn't have one. Well, except for Tasha. But HE, Chase, was a genetically engineered human. It was possible, even then, to have one. Why had no one said anything about her before?
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Bree looked at her father, well, her creator, laying out cold on the hospital bed. Tasha and Donald were talking to the Doctor's, relaying the previous events leading up to, to, whatever really happened.
"Right now, he appears to be in stable condition. When he wakes up, we will talk to him to see what he remembers. Until then we need to keep him here," Bree overheard the Doctor say.
Donald nodded. "Tasha," he whispered. "I have to go look into something. Can you stay here with Bree for a little while?"
Tasha squeezed his arm. "Of course. I'll let you know if anything changes,"
After he left Tasha turned to Bree. "How are you holding up?"
Bree shrugged. "I don't really know. I am not sure how I am supposed to feel, or even how I actually do,"
Tasha wrapped her arm around Bree, "That's okay,"
After a few moments Bree looked up at Tasha. "Do you think it would be okay if I went in, and I don't know, tried to talk to him?" she asked.
"I think that is a great idea," Tasha smiled.
Bree walked through the door into Douglas' room. "Hey," she whispered.
For hat felt like an eternity, Bree stood next to the bed, unable to take her eyes away from all the machines and monitors hooked up to him. "So, Douglas, how are you feeling?" she asked akwardly.
"I bet not so great," she continued. "You scared us all pretty bad. You better wake up soon," she half-joked.
At that moment Douglas' eyes shot open. He grabbed Bree's arm. "Hope!" he yelled.
"I am so sorry," he cried.
"Douglas, Douglas it is okay," Bree responded.
"No, no it is not. I am so sorry Hope, I couldn't stop it," Douglas cringed, before falling back into unconsciousness.
"Tasha!" Bree yelled. "Come here!"
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Meanwhile, Donald had gone to bank on the other side of Mission Creek. He walked up to the front desk and pulled out a key, which he had swiped from Douglas' room.
"Safety Deposit Box B157," he said.
"Are you Mr. Nate D. Valporgodus?" asked the Teller.
"Actually I am his brother," Donald replied, smirking on the inside. What an Anagram his brother had come up with.
"Right this way," said the Teller, leading him to a back room.
Donald nodded in thanks, and when the Teller left, he unlocked the box to reveal it's contents. Donald opened up his briefcase, and began to fill it with papers he deemed important, including three birth certificates. He also grabbed three thick, bubble wrapped envelopes labeled A, B, and C.
After setting those aside, he began to rip up every other record in the box, until he stopped at one. An obituary for H. Davenport. Hand shaking, he could not bring himself to rip it up. Instead he put it in his jacket pocket and left the building.
The moment Donald opened the front door, he saw Chase starring at him.
"Mr. Davenport, you are going to tell me about my mother. right. now."
So, what do you think? In the next chapter, which I will start in a moment, will have give away some more of Donald's not so great actions and what happened to their mother.
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