Excuse my temporary absence as I have died after my first two AP exams. But luckily, my ghost has risen to put up this next chapter... and study for the next exam. Anyway,
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.
After all the family had been through this past week, Bree couldn't handle another intervention. So, instead of choosing sides, she super sped upstairs and barricaded herself Tasha's sewing room.
Once she had taken some time to breath, she still was unable to sort her thoughts out.
She looked up when she heard a knock at the door. "Bree?"
"C-Come in," Bree sniffled, sitting up straighter in hopes to recompose herself.
Douglas walked in and sat down on the floor beside her. "I am sorry if I upset you,"
"No, no. It's not you. I am just really confused about what to do," Bree murmured.
"It is okay to be," Douglas said, putting his arm around her. "I didn't come her to talk you in to coming back with me,"
"You didn't?" Bree asked, surprised, but slightly hurt.
"Not because I don't want you with me, but because I don't want you to be unhappy," Douglas added.
"Oh, Okay," Bree whispered.
"Because it is late, Adam and I were about to head out. He is waiting in the car. I came in to tell you good night, and that you will always have a home with us if you ever decide you want to come. And, I also wanted to give you this," Douglas said, pulling a small box out of his pocket.
"What is that?" his daughter asked.
Douglas smiled. "This, was your mother's," he explained, gently taking the shiny gold necklace out of the box.
"This was her's?" Bree asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, it was the only thing she had of her biological mothers. So I thought it would be fitting, if you wanted it..."
Bree wrapped her arms around her father and started to cry again.
"Oh, Bree, I am sorry. I really didn't want to upset you-"
"You didn't upset me. I just am really happy," Bree smiled.
Douglas grinned, hugging her back. "Your welcome. Goodnight honey," he said, kissing the top of her head.
"Good night D-" Bree stopped. "Good night,"
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After Douglas had left with Adam, Donald rushed upstairs.
"Bree?" he called. Not hearing a response, he searched until he found her in the sewing room. He found her staring into the mirror on the wall, playing with a necklace she was wearing.
"Are you okay?" Donald asked.
Bree nodded.
"I know that you are really upset, but I am already scared for Adam, and I want you to be safe to," he pleaded.
"It is not like we are toddlers and his house is full of poison and shards of glass," Bree snapped.
"I know, but Douglas has just been so off of his game lately, and I worry about him being alone," Donald said.
"You worry about Douglas?" Bree asked, surprised.
Donald nodded. "Of course, he is my little brother, and after everything he has been through, it is hard for him to stay on the right path,"
"That is what we can do," Bree said. "If we are they reason Douglas turned away from evil, then we can keep him with us,"
"Bree, please, don't leave," Donald begged.
"Mr. Davenport, I still love you, but I need some space to work on forgiving you for what you did. Plus I want to learn more about my mom, and even get to know Douglas," Bree super sped to the lab and then back up, a bag over her shoulder.
"Mr. Davenport, I think it is time I go stay with Douglas,"
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Before Donald had a chance to argue with her any more, Bree super sped out of the house. The only problem, she wasn't sure where the house was.
Eventually Bree stopped, sitting down to rest on a bench. Normally, being a bionic superhuman, the dark didn't scare her one bit. But after everything that had happened, she was terrified to be alone this late at night, outside in the cold. Bree pulled out her phone. She took a deep breath before quickly dialing the number.
Bree slowly put the phone up to her ear, each ring tearing at her insides.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Bree. Can you come get me? I am at the bus stop between Cyprus and Honeytree street,"
"Hang tight, I'll be there in a few minutes,"
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Chase stood in his capsule, trying to fall asleep.
But it was useless. He had always wondered what it would be like to have a peaceful night without his siblings, but now he was dreading it. Did they make the wrong choice? Was it him who chose the wrong father? Was there even a right choice?
Chase sighed, leaning back against the capsule wall. He thought back to when they were just kids, worry free, only one father messing with their lives. Or running it, he thought.
After seeing the world for himself, sometimes Chase felt cheated. Mr. Davenport had kept them down here the entire time. No covert trips to an amusement park, or even a quick trip the grocery store. They couldn't even call him Dad.
But now there was Douglas, who claimed that was what he wanted for them. A normal childhood, loving parents. the chance to at least try to be normal. Look at what all Douglas gave, and was willing to give Marcus. And them. Pizza night, Movie night, Family Game night, Lessons, the list goes on.
But he didn't get that. Neither did his siblings, but they were now taking their chance to get any reminisce of that life.
And maybe he should have taken it too.
And maybe I should have put C... eh. Chase's choice is more important, and it seems like Douglas would welcome him with open arms, if Chase wanted it.
Please Review! I am still planning out my end game for this story, and possibly a sequel sometime later. I am also in the stages of planning a new Douglas Story, with little Bree! Anyway, tell me what you thought about this chapter and what you want to see! I am still working on writing the one shots about the envelopes, but will get them done soon enough.
Thanks!