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...
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Chelsea immediately felt bad about what she said. She didn't mean it. Not one bit. She didn't know why she said it. It just slipped out. Sure, they found out that Douglas was technically their biological father, but Mr. Davenport made them who they are. He was their father.
Chelsea thought about it the whole time while she walked to school. She'd have to apologize when she got home. Davenport was right, she was being childish. It's already been two weeks and she was still holding a grudge.
Chase walked with her. They walked mostly in silence. He tried making conversation a few times, but it died instantly.
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Mr. Davenport was in the lab working on an invention, it had been a few hours since he dropped the teens off at school. He couldn't fully concentrate on what he was doing, though. He was thinking about Chelsea. Did she mean it? Probably not, but he couldn't be fully sure at the moment.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He looked over as Chelsea geo-leaped into the lab. She should be at school. It's only been a couple of hours since school started. That's when he noticed she was crying.
Davenport stood up and walked over to his youngest. "Chelsea?" He asked in a soft voice. Chelsea turned and saw him. She instantly hugged him super tight, crying into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay," Davenport said, rubbing Chelsea's back comfortingly. When Chelsea calmed down enough, she pulled away. Davenport kept his hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah," Chelsea whipped off her face. "I, uh, sniff I didn't mean what I said this morning."
"I know," Davenport said. "It's okay. What else happened?"
"What?"
"I can tell something else happened. You can tell me."
"I, uh... I saw Sam kiss someone in the hallway," Chelsea said as she felt more tears building up in her eyes. "I know I told Sam that we can't hang out anymore, but it's been barely two weeks. They moved on so fast. I didn't think Sam was that kind of person."
Chelsea started sobbing again. Davenport pulled her back into a comforting hug. He rubbed her back and she eventually calmed down again.
"I don't want to go back to school today," Chelsea sniffed.
"Okay," Davenport said. "You can stay home." He felt Chelsea's forehead. "You feel kinda warm anyways."
Chelsea yawned.
"Take a nap," Davenport said. "I'll let Adam, Bree, Chase, and Leo know that you're home. Maybe when you wake up you and I can do something together."
Chelsea nodded. "Okay," she smiled. "That sounds nice. I'm sorry I was being childish."
"It's okay, Chelsea," Davenport smiled. "You're a teenager, you could be much worse."
Chelsea laughed a little.
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Chelsea woke up with a yawn. She looked around and saw Mr. Davenport sitting at his workstation. She stepped out of her capsule and stretched, with another yawn. Davenport looked over at her.
"How was your nap?" Davenport asked.
"Good," Chelsea said, rubbing her eyes a little.
"I have a few things to finish up with this," Davenport gestured to the project in front of him. "It's around lunchtime, so if you're hungry you can go upstairs and make something to eat."
"Alright," Chelsea nodded.
She walked through the lab to the elevator. After the elevator opened, she took it upstairs, soon opening again to the kitchen/living room. She walked into the kitchen and looked in the fridge.
Tasha walked down the stairs and saw Chelsea. Donald had told her about what happened earlier. She walked to the kitchen. "Hi, Chelsea," she greeted. "Want me to make you something?"
"Uh, sure," Chelsea said.
"What would you like?"
"I'm okay with whatever."
"Okay," Tasha said, looking in the fridge. She pulled out the stuff to make Chelsea's favorite sandwich. "How are you feeling?" She asked as she made the sandwich.
"I'm okay," Chelsea shrugged as she grabbed a cup, before walking to the sink. "My head hurts a little, but I'm sure some water and food will help."
"Here you go," Tasha held out a plate with a sandwich out to Chelsea, who drank from her cup. Chelsea grabbed the plate.
"Thanks, Tasha."
"Of course, sweetie."
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Chelsea was in the lab with Mr. Davenport. They were starting a project they talked about starting a long time ago, but never had the time to start it until now. They were trying to make a robot that could withstand any temperature, so it can do jobs that normal people can't do. That was the plan at least.
Chelsea reached for a screwdriver, but it slipped through her hand. She looked at the screwdriver and her hand. She didn't drop it, it went through her hand.
"Did you see that?" Chelsea asked, turning to Mr. Davenport. He looked over.
"See what?" Davenport asked.
"The screwdriver fell through my hand," Chelsea explained. "I didn't just drop it, it went through my hand."
"What? How?" Davenport questioned.
"I- I don't know," Chelsea said. "Maybe it's another new ability?"
"Maybe," Davenport said. "Let's check." The two walked over to the cyber-desk and did some typy typy.
"Intangibility?" Chelsea said questioningly. "So I can go through things?"
"It seems so," Davenport said.
"Cool." She smiles. She had gotten a second new ability just like Chase. He had gotten the spinny levitate thing and she got intangibility.
(908 words. Whatcha think? Also, sorry for not updating this story often, but if you haven't feel free to check out my other stories.)
