Hey Everyone! So I have decided that instead of writing a sequel, I will just continue on in this story as it follows so closely off the previous chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Hope sat at her computer desk, mindlessly typing away at this ridiculous excuse for coding.

She quickly glanced around to ensure that there was no one else in viewing range of her little cubicle. It took Hope merely seconds to bypass the securities walls of both the agency and Davenport's home.

Once she had, video feed of the Davenport's living room appeared on the screen. Due to increased security measures she had not had the chance to destroy yet, she didn't get any audio feed. But just seeing them all alive and well was good enough for her. For now.

"Whattca watching?" An annoying voice popped up behind her.

With fast-ish reflexes, she closed the window and turn around in her chair. "What do you want Jake?"

Jake, aka Agent Fellows, shrugged. "I don't know. The work Graham has me doing is soooo boring. I wanted to see what you were working on, but I see that you aren't working at all," he grinned, pulling the window back up on her screen.

"Well, I-"

"Found the bionic kids?" Jake asked with a eager smile.

Hope panicked. "No, of course not!"

Jake laughed. "Relax I am just teasing you. I won't tell Graham. I am not even in this department anyway. Graham is just borrowing me for the next few days,"

Hope let out a deep breath.

"If, you tell me why you were spying and them and don't want Graham to know," Jake grinned.

"Your impossible, you know that," Hope sighed.

"Come on, you know you can tell me," Jake insisted.

"Fine. Those people, were my family. And I am not allowed to make contact with them. If Graham finds them, we are all goners," Hope snapped at him.

Jake leaned back. "Whoa. Heavy stuff. Almost sorry I asked,"

"Almost sorry isn't sorry," Hope muttered.

"So, if Graham is out to get these guys, why are you working for him?" Jake asked.

"If you must know," Hope groaned inwardly. "I don't have much of a choice in the matter,"

"How so?" Jake asked.

"Will you stop distracting both of us from our work?" Hope snapped.

"Fine," Jake said. "Touchy subject. But you better fill me in on the rest later,"

Hope threw a tissue box at him. "Keep it down. Oh, and if you tell anyone any of what I just told you, you will wake up underwater tomorrow morning in Cuba," she threatened.

"I hear you," Jake nodded, raising his hands and slowly moving out of her cubicle.

"Men," Hope muttered to herself, turning back to her computer to get one last peek at the kids before returning to her work.

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Douglas walked back through the front door of the house before collapsing down on the couch. "Ugh," he groaned.

Bree sat at the kitchen counter, eating a pop tart. "So, how did your date go?"

"Don't want to talk about it," Douglas moaned into the couch cushion.

"It couldn't have been that bad. Just chill out and watch some TV, then get back on the horse tomorrow," Bree shrugged.

Douglas, surprisingly, heeded her advise. He sat up and turned on a rerun of his favorite show- funeral mishaps.

"Why do you even watch this?" Bree asked.

"Because I have sick, twisted sense of humor and you know it," Douglas smirked.

"What ever," Bree smiled, taking her phone from her pocket and awarding it with her undivided attention.

As Douglas got lost in his favorite television program, he began to drift off to sleep.

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It was almost over. This day, the day of Hope's funeral, could not end soon enough. Everything around him was a constant reminder to what he had lost.

"So Douglas, where are the kids?" Jessie, Hope's sister had asked him gently.

"There are with my brother, Donnie right now," He had answered sharply.

"Well, okay," She sighed. "Let me know when they get back. I would love to get to see them again,"

"Me too," Douglas muttered, turning quickly and walking away, leaving his sister-in-law in confusion.

Douglas carefully stepped into the vehicle, ready to head over to the cemetery. He sat back in the black leather seats, slowly closing his eyes.

"You going to fall asleep on me?" A voice giggled from beside him.

Douglas turned to face the voice, clearly shocked at who he saw. "Hope, wh-what are-"

"I didn't want you to be alone today," Hope smiled sadly.

"But you are dead," Douglas said through his gasps for air.

"We both know that," Hope said sadly, looking down towards the floor of the vehicle.

"Then how-?"

Hope looked at Douglas, biting her lip. "You know that I am really not here. That this isn't real. I would never leave you Douglas," she said, taking his hand. "But I am already gone,"

"I miss you so much," Douglas cried, his voice breaking.

"I know," Hope whispered.

Douglas struggled to stop his eyelids from shutting. "Hope, wait!"

As he slumped back, closing his eyes, Hope leaned over him and kissed him on the forehead. "I love you Douglas,"

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"Douglas, are you okay?" Chase asked, loud enough to wake his father up.

Douglas jolted upwards. "Y-Yeah. I'm fine,"

"Sounds like you were having quite the nightmare. Sure you are okay?" Chase asked again. "Want to talk about it?"

Douglas raised an eyebrow. "I'm fine. Forget about it,"

He saw his son holding an empty box of pop tarts. "Why do you have that?"

Chase sighed. "I found it at the bottom of the pantry. Bree got into my s'mores pop tarts again. She knows they are my favorite, but she always finds them anyway,"

Douglas smirked with a twinge of sadness. S'mores pop tarts were Hope's favorite.

"What?" Chase asked.

Douglas shrugged. "It just sounds like we have both had a rough day,"

Chase nodded in agreement. "Well then, how about we make it a not as rough day," he suggested.

"And how would we do that?" Douglas asked, amused.

"We could order some pizza," Chase said hopefully.

Douglas pulled out his cell phone. "Sure, why not?"

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I really need to be more careful, Hope sighed to herself. She can't keep watching her family like this, it was putting them in too much danger. But is she didn't keep an eye on them, it could result in them being in even more danger.

That is when she froze. After all these years, Hope finally realized what she had to do next.

So, what does everyone think? The next chapter will involved Jake, the annoying coworker, asking her more personal questions, so if you have any of your own for him to pester her with, let me know! We will also latter see in the next chapter or two more of the events that went down on the day of Hope's funeral. Thanks! ~AzulaTano