A New Hero ~Mighty Med and Lab Rats Elite Force Fanfiction~

Chapter 3

“This is taking forever,” I groaned, sick and tired of waiting behind a stupid hologram. Okay it was cool but my legs were sore. And taking all the heat.
    “I agree I say since we have about 2 or 3 more hours till they get here that we sit down. Relax and watch some mess free TV,” Kaz indulged before removing himself from the position we were upholding and making his way toward the couch.
    “Wait if we use the TV he will know so we should use our phones instead,” Oliver added.
    “Guys I don’t know if this is such a good idea. I mean what if they just show up now. Out of the blue,” Skylar pestered bringing us back to reality.
    “Skylar really we have been here for over 5 hours. And we even had to practice how to stand. And talk. That's just madness,” Kaz concluded.
    “At least in this position I can smell Skylar’s fruity shampoo,” said Oliver. As he leaned over to smell Skylar’s hair.”
    I stood stoned faced as I plopped down on the couch laying down sideways so my legs were up. “Lets play a game or something. Or we can see what beats what. And Skylar can laugh while I beat your asses with my awesome skills,” I spoke while flipping my hair in a confident way that didn’t seem bad. Unlike when girly girls giggle and flip their hair. Flirting as they call it.
Two and a Half Hours Later...
Skylar had made the right decision in deciding to move from her standing position. I pulled out my voice recorder,
“Around two hours later or so and so. Kaz is snoring along with Oliver. Who was drooling on Skyal. Who’s replacement is an umbrella. Skylar and I have taken the liberty of going out and buying and/or decorating part of our room. We each took one of the big room’s (its square so its equal) corners. And decorated it in our own special way that represents us and who we are. I have to say mine rocks.

Our Mostly Finished Room AKA Our Corners (finished product)
There is also a small lounge area with a flat screen in the fourth corner. Its nicely decorated and has three comfy chairs
Halfway through their Conversation...
    “It’s nice to see you guys!” Then Chase leans toward Mr. Davenport and says,
“What are they doing here?!”
“Mighty Med hospital was destroyed,” Skylar exclaimed. Kaz walked over to the two bionic siblings.
    “What?” Bree said, concern marked in her voice.
“This is all that's left of it,” Kaz sadly said. Showing them the damage and huge mountain of rubble that Mighty Med Has become. They stood there still as a statue. Chase’s mouth hung slightly open. Until Chase muttered out,
    “Who would do something like that?!”
“We don’t know. But, we lost some superheroes we really cared about and friends,” Oliver continued. Then went up to Kaz and patted his back as his gaze found the ground.
“I tried to help them but I couldn’t in time,” A tear escaped my hold as I remembered. Me usuring them out and making. Sure my confidence and bravery stood out above all the other emotions swimming throughout my head. “I thought I checked the whole building. I guess I forgot, I’m so sorry,” Skylar hugged me and rubbed my back in a soothing way. I wiped the tear from my eye.
“You saved as many people as you could. Alan almost died,” Skylar continued, “Hey on the bright side you lived and you are an expert in first aid,”
“Thank you, Skylar” I quietly yet silently chuckled at her comment, after giving my own response.
“Wait, who’s Alan? And second of all we don’t even know you?!” Chase practically screamed at my face.
I regained my confidence and courage. “And thanks for the great introduction Chase, I’ll make sure that yours is just as great,” I said sarcastically.
“Oh boy,” Kaz and Oliver said in unison as they watched the scene play out. Kaz stroked his chin part of the time.
“Here ye! Here ye!” I said like those people with the trumpets said in Victorian times. With a booming voice. I motioned my arms as I did the trumpet. “Your highness, King of the monkey gym and the cereal aisle at the market, Chase Humorless Davenport!” I continued. Then and then mimicked the ending trumped the sound with my mouth as well as the movement.
“I wish there was a way we could have stopped it,” Skylar said with a frown on her face.
Oliver used this time to hug Skylar, because normally she wouldn’t allow him too. Skylar sent a glare look to Oliver telling him to let go.
    “It doesn’t matter now, all that matters is that we find whoever is responsible,” Kaz exclaimed a little aggravated at the moment.
“They wanted to use some of my technology to track them down but I had a better idea. Why not combine a group of bionic heroes and superheroes. To make one elite force,” Mr. Davenport explained. His face showing his self-esteem. However, I doubt that this is anything. Compared to his ego. I don’t know how I can, I just can feel it somehow. Sense it, in a way.
“So, where are the superheroes?” Bree asked, confused.
“You’re looking at them,” Oliver continued, “When we were trying to capture my mother AKA the supervillain Mr. Terror…” Kaz cut him off.
“We made indirect contact with the space Actorian. And boom we have super powers.”
“Well, some know how to use them better than others.” I motioned to the boys and then did a head cut gesture.
“Hey, we have more experience,” Kaz whined.
“Yeah only because you were in a hospital. I don’t get hurt like that so I haven’t really been in one.Except for when I was born because I had to be,” I explained.
“True that, sister,” Skylar said like a whot, whot. And did the handshake we came up with. Regular clap, backwards hand clap, grab underneath criss cross, bump hips slightly, hand grasp pull in, and then finally put the arm up and say, “Peace!” Like as a rapper said it.
“Oh I forgot. I’m Jordan. I was friends with Kaz, Skylar, and Oliver from school. Best friends actually. Kaz and Oliver grew up with me and Skylar and I bonded over violence and horseplay,” I enunciated.
“As much as I enjoy getting made fun of, everywhere I go. We should get settled and make a mental map of the place,” Chase interrupted.
“What Chase is trying to say is he is kinda jealous and upset that he is teased. But, he wants to stop being a joke and check out the place,” Bree said.
“So Mr. Davenport where’s all the technology you promised us?” Skylar asked him.
“Ah yes follow me,” Davenport urges us, “hyper-lift open.” Some sort of elevator appears in front of us. “It’s a voice activated secret passage… isn’t it cool?” He continues over excited.
We all waited until he talked. As if he were waiting for us to agree. To be honest the level of excitement he was giving me. Took all the cool out of it. It also made me very uncomfortable with him leading our operation.
“And just like that we're back in the basement again,” Bree exclaimed.“So, what type of mystical powers do you have,” Chase asked, flopping his hands around awkwardly.
“No…” Mr. Davenport mumbled. “Here step aside, let me show you,” he called out. We all took a step forward. To go inside when Mr. Davenport. Stopped us all, mid-step. “Oh, Oh, wait… me first!” He practically squealed like a teenage hybrid of an orca whale. And a girl who loved designer, whose clothes got covered in chocolate.
Once we were in the elevator passage AKA hyper-lift. We were falling really fast. It seemed like in the blink of an eye. We were in the basement. Except for how your stomach reacts after the drop. We all exited the hyper-lift safely. When Chase said,
“So, let me guess, the shiny wish pebble was brought in by… a hundred mini green men in bow-ties.” Chase looked satisfied after his comment. Until Kaz and Oliver laughed like preschoolers.
“Little green men, really Chase I thought for the smartest man in the world you would for sure make up a better comeback,” Oliver spoke after recovering from the laughing fit. He and Kaz had just had.
“So, Mr. Davenport where are we?” Bree asked the man who was walking around touching the walls. As if analysing the texture.
“Kaz, Oliver, Skylar, Bree, Chase, and…” Mr. Davenport tried to remember my name. Then raised a brow at me for an answer.
“It’s Jordon,” I said with a slightly annoyed tone. But, I disguised it well from everyone. Keeping it from taking over my voice completely and making a fool of myself.
“Anyway, welcome to Mission Command. This is where you will find your information, invent things, use gadgets, analyse information, find your weapons, and supplies for missions, find your alerts, etc.” Davenport announced, “And most importantly…” Mr. Davenport paused for a few seconds, “Learn what things are and how to use them before touching them,” Right when Mr. Davenport said, touching. He hit Kaz’s hand off the glowing table. “I call it the cyber-desk”.
“Cool so this is my new favorite place!” Chase said with so much excitement it scared me thinking about his future. Him teaching his cats how to write and read. Some with glasses, 45 of them to be exact. I shook my head at the thought.
Skylar who had barely said anything since we had got here spoke up and asked,
“Jordan are you okay?” She tilted her head looking at me.
“Yeah, just some flashbacks about Mighty Med,” I lied, “I’m okay, now. Don’t worry,” That was truthful though. Not the Mighty Med part. But, when I said I was feeling better.
When I turned around I noticed. That Mr. Davenport had gone upstairs, while I was sidetracked. We heard beeps. Chase went over to check what the noise was. Mr. Davenport was video calling us. He told us he heard a strange noise and he saw something fly by the window fast. He asked us to come up in order to check it out. When we got up and out of the hyper-lift. Mr. Davenport’s panicked and worried face greeted us, Along with a creepy painting of himself in a suit with money flying all around him. Along with a white backdrop.
“Woah!” Skylar announced in astonishment. As if she had seen something weird, pop out of nowhere, “you’re right that is strange,” She said placing her hand over her heart listening to the heart beat.
“Not that! Outside! Something flew by the window,” Mr. Davenport spoke his voice a little louder than usual. He tried to point but noticed. It was gone from sight.
Bree headed toward Donald’s painting that Skylar had referred to earlier.
“Well, I know something that’s gonna fly out the window…” Bree retorts grabbing the painting from its spot on the wall. And dangling it in her arms.
“I’m serious there is something out there!” Donald practically yells. His volume was boosting like a hundred percent. The worry in his voice is rising higher and higher.
Bree turns toward the window about to get rid of the disturbing painting. When, suddenly out of the blue Chase yells,
“Get down!” Chase screams at the top of his lungs, that got him hurt. Skylar flips back fat into the elevator housing Mr Davenport as well. Bree, uses her agility to swing herself over the counter. In a gymnastic matter seeking shelter behind the kitchen island. Chase flipps to the side but not as epic as Skylar and Bree and covers his head like the other two. Oliver ran beside Bree. Seeking shelter behind the kitchen island as well. Which luckily worked because of its size.
Kaz was distracted when Chase said get down. So he stood, paralysed when the glass came flashing down at him. Then he looked down and noticed that I had done a triple flip and tackled him behind the couch. Flipping him as if it was a wrestling match. So I was on top holding his shoulders down.
I let go of him, slid him more into the back of the couch. And started picking the pieces of ice out of my hair. I had a little scar by the end of the day. On the back of my ankle. But, that just proves how brave I was. And that I basically saved Kaz’s life. However, I owed it to him. He saved my life before. My stuffed bunny Mr. Bunnywere ripped by his but. And was losing stuffing. I yelled for help , it's an emergency. Mr. Bunny was one of my best friends. I was never anywhere without him by my side. Except the bathroom. But, I would leave him with someone I trust not to lose or hurt him.
Kaz had taken me to his house after school that day. With Oliver as well. His mom stitched up Mr. Bunny while we read comic books and debated which superheroes were better. Sure Kaz had many siblings. But, his mom was off work early that day, luckily. She was nice enough to help me put my bunny back together. Mr. Bunny had some other holes because kids were stepping on him and stuff. To make fun of me and hurt my feelings. We gave my stuffed bunny, some stretched/soft cotton balls. And we made little cute stitch patches to sew on. From that day I swore to return the favor of saving my life to him. He saved my life because I would have most likely become a human doormat. And be sad twenty-four-seven. Plus on the bright side I earned some awesome best friends- human best friends to be specific.