"You're such a joy to be around."-
"Well, you're a pain in the arse."
Jordyn had no idea that befriending the lovely idiot who broke her locker would turn her life upside down. But here she was, amidst bionics, secrets and life-threatening dangers...
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It was a week into the new chapter of the Davenport family. Their lab was destroyed, but their hopes prevailed. Even without the necessary money, they didn't give up. Their focus was on the positives; they were all together and alive, with their secret mostly intact.
Currently, Leo and Adam observed Mr. Davenport working on an invention that had survived the explosion in the lab. He was focused on tightening a screw, not realizing the exposed wire. As a result of his inattentiveness, he got electrocuted. He hissed and dropped the screwdriver as the boys flinched and distanced themselves. Mr. Davenport's short outcry of pain pulled the attention of Chase and Bree.
"Great! Everything in the lab is officially useless, and I don't have enough money to repair it," Mr. Davenport exclaimed, hitting the counter and knocking the device down.
As much as he wanted to stay optimistic, the situation grew more frustrating with each passing day. He wanted to provide for his family, keep them safe and take their worries away. But he failed, in every sense. It didn't help that it was his own blood, his own brother, that caused them all the pain and made their life one big pit of chaos.
"I know my mom didn't marry you for your money, but I haven't been putting up with your antics for nothing," Leo attempted to ease the mood, unsuccessfully.
Bree chose this moment to come forward, sitting down at the kitchen counter, "Mr. Davenport, take your time with the lab. I don't mind staying up here. Of course it won't make up for living in a basement for sixteen years, but it's a start."
The girl was excited to feel like a normal teenager for once and hoped it could last. She saw no hurry in building a new lab. Adam nodded as well, not seeing any problem with their labless life. Chase, on the other hand, shook his hand and leaned on the counter.
"We don't have time. Your capsules have regenerative capabilities. They're crucial to your bionic infrastructures," Mr. Davenport explained and rounded the counter to stand in front of his kids.
Adam frowned, "Huh?"
"Let me help you." Chase leaned down toward Adam and continued in an exaggerated deep voice, "Capsule good!" Adam made a sound of understanding and nodded in appreciation. Chase rolled his eyes at his brother. He couldn't believe how stupid he was.
"But I haven't been in my capsule all week, and I feel fine," Bree argued.
"Well, it's only a matter of time before your bionics go haywire."
"Do you know when exactly? Because I have a haircut on Tuesday and if I glitch in the chair, I'm just gonna end up like that trainwreck," Adam gestured to Chase, looking back at Mr. Davenport for an answer.
Chase had an offended look on his face, uncrossing his arms as he complained, "Look, I get it! I'm short, I look like a lady golfer, and I have a terrible haircut! What else you got?"
