Welcome to Chapter 23! Sorry it took so long, but here it is!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats
"Whattcha working on now?"
Hope cringed when she heard the irritating voice behind her. "What do you want now Jake?" she snapped.
"Jeez, I was just checking up on you, you seemed kind of off yesterday," Jake replied.
"Yeah, yesterday, when I told you one of my deepest darkest secrets, of course I was a little off," Hope huffed.
Jake rolled his eyes. "Well know your just cranky,"
Hope pinched the bridge of her nose. "I wonder why that is," she murmured.
Jake pulled up a chair and took a seat next to her. "So, I have been listening around, and this Graham boss of yours sure is highly unpopular,"
"You're telling me," Hope smirked. "That guy is a piece of work,"
"If he is a piece of work, how come you are working for him," Jake prodded.
"You know why," Hope replied. "I don't have much of a choice, I have to protect my family,"
"Aren't there other ways of doing that? What are you protecting them from?" Jake asked innocently.
"I am protecting them from Graham!" Hope snapped.
Jake leaned in, intrigued. "Why would you need to protect them from him?"
"It doesn't concern you," Hope murmured, leaning back in her chair.
"Oh come on, from the sound of it, I am the only one in on your little secret, why not let me be a listening ear?" Jake stated.
"Because your annoying," Hope replied.
"That doesn't answer my question. Of all places, how is working here the best way to protect them?" Jake asked.
"Because here I can watch out for them against Graham's spies," Hope replied.
"Why not just take Graham out?" Jake suggested. "You are a top secret agent,"
"Don't you think I know that? The issue is that if I take Graham out, then I am out as well," Hope said.
Jake raised his eyebrows, confused. "How so?"
"Because I am dying, I have been for over 15 years. The "treatments" Graham has been giving me are the only things standing between me and the Grim reaper. If he dies, so do I,"
"Why don't you just give the treatments to yourself?" Jake asked.
"Because I don't know how he does it! And to keep me as an asset, he keeps it well guarded," Hope sighed.
"What is well guarded?" Agent Graham asked, entering the room.
Hope turned around and went back to typing on her computer. "The Pentagon," she replied simply.
"Agent Collins, any progress your currentproject?" Graham asked.
Hope sighed. "Not much,"
"That is unfortunate. Anyways, I need you to come with me Agent Collins. I need your assistance on our other undertaking," Graham grinned.
"What are you guys doing?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow.
"None of your concern Agent Fellows," Graham snapped, leading Hope away.
A few hours later,
Hope finally returned to her desk, exhausted and weary.
"What's up with you?" Jake asked nosily from his desk.
Hope rolled her eyes. "Forget about it Jake,"
"How can I just forget about it when you look like death?" Jake half-joked.
Hope opened her mouth to reply, but instead of speaking she doubled over, vomiting into her trash can.
"Wow! Are you okay?" Jake asked, serious now.
"I'm fine," Hope insisted, collecting herself.
"What happened back there?" Jake asked in his quietest voice possible.
"I went through another treatment, okay?" Hope hissed. "It doesn't matter, I'm fine, and I am alive!"
"You don't seem fine to me," Jake muttered, leaning back in his chair.
Hope looked at him with narrowed eyes.
Jake flashed her back a smart-alec smile. "But I know what we need to do to get you to be fine,"
"And what could that be?" Hope asked.
Jake leaned in with a grin plastered on his face. "We need to take Graham down,"
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"I did it! I did it!" Adam yelled with excitement, running in through the front door.
"Adam, what happened? You stayed after school to talk to your teacher and you are an hour late," Mr. Davenport scolded.
The rest of the family looked over at the commotion, his three siblings sitting on the couch while Douglas and Tasha debating what should be for dinner in the kitchen.
Adam extended his arm, his hand tightly gripping a piece of paper.
"What is that Adam?" Chase asked.
"A B!" Adam squealed. "I got a B on my History Test!"
Everyone immediately crowded around Adam.
"Is this real?" Bree gasped.
"How is this possible?" Chase questioned.
"You didn't bribe Mrs. Holland, did you?" Leo asked, raising an eyebrow.
Douglas smiled at his son. "Good job Adam,"
"Thanks," Adam grinned, radiating excitement from his accomplishment.
Tasha took off her oven mitt and let it fall onto the counter. "Well, I say that settles it for dinner than. We should order take out to celebrate, Adam, what would you like?"
"Do you really have to ask that question?" Adam grinned.
Donald smiled and picked up his cell phone. "Pizza it is then,"
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Hope watched them selfishly on the computer screen. It killed her inside to watch them, wanting to be with them, celebrating her son's major success.
She sighed. None of that matter though. She was doing what she had to do. But soon it would all be over. Hope was going to end all of this. "I'll be there soon," she whispered towards the screen, although no one could hear her.
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