The first, however many chapters, were originally in my Lab Rats oneshot book. I decided to make it its own thing. I somewhat rewrote the chapter I already posted on that. If you already read them, you don't have to reread them, but I tried to make...
It wasn't until almost 9 that Chelsea and Sam walked back up to the door of the Davenport residence after another date. It was their third one this month. Even though they've been going on dates every weekend neither has asked the other to be their girlfriend/enbyfriend.
"This was nice," Chelsea said.
Sam smiled, "would you maybe want to go out with me again next weekend?"
"Yes!" Chelsea cleared her throat. "I mean, yeah. Cool, whatever."
Sam chuckled a little. "Sounds good. See you Monday."
"See you Monday," Chelsea waved, opening the door as Sam left. Turning around as she opened the door all the way, Chelsea jumped seeing everyone standing there staring at her. "Uh, hey." She said, trying to go around them.
"Oh, no you don't," Bree said. "Adam grab her."
Chelsea trying to rush around them. Only to be stopped by Adam picking her up just off the floor. She pouted. "What?" She asked. Adam set her down on the couch.
"You've been gone for almost 7 hours," Davenport said. "And none of us knew where you were."
"I was with Sam," Chelsea said.
"That's not a place," Leo said.
"Yeah, as far as any of us knew Sam could have ended up being another bionic spy who kidnapped you," Adam said.
"First of all, Sam has been going to Mission Creek High since before we started there," Chelsea said, crossing her arms. "Second, if I was in danger I could have easily telepathically told Chase."
"Unless your bionics were disrupted," Chase said.
"Guys," Chelsea said, standing up. "I'm fine. Sam is a good person."
"Marcus seemed like a good person, too," Bree said. "And we all know how that went."
"All of you need to be careful about who you trust," Davenport said. "And answer your phones." He looked at Chelsea. "I texted and called you multiple times tonight."
"My phone died," Chelsea said. "I'm sorry. I'll make sure it's charged before my date with Sam next week."
"No," Davenport said. "No date with Sam next week. You're grounded."
"What? That's not fair!"
"Oh, I think it is," Davenport said. "What if I texted you about a mission alert? What if Sam isn't who you think they are?"
"But-"
"No buts. You're grounded. Give me your phone and go to your toob," Davenport put his hand out.
Chelsea let out an annoyed groan, pulling her phone out of her pocket, setting it in Davenport's hand, before stomping away. She went to her capsule, changing into pjs. She was asleep by the time her siblings came down.
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