Lab Rats- Dawn

You Posted What?! Pt 2

"Transport's on its way." Graham informed us as we sat on the couch. I was thinking about Leo and to be honest even Douglas. I can't believe we're not gonna say goodbye. "We're not even gonna get to say good-bye to Leo."

"I'm gonna miss him so much." I sighed, seeking solace by leaning my head on Bree's shoulder. She reciprocated the gesture by resting her head on mine. "Yeah, I mean, as far as friends go, he's definitely in my top 50." Adam remarked. "Don't worry, guys, we're gonna get through this." Tasha butted in.

"Yeah. Guys, I wanna give you something to remember me by. When times get tough, I hope this will get you through." Davenport said, taking out a cardboard version of himself. We stood up to look at it more closely.

"Hey, but we can't take that." Bree said to him, causing his brows to furrow in confusion. "Why?"

"Duh, cause it can't fit in the car." My siblings glared at me as if saying that wasn't really the reason why. "We can't take it because... it's broken." I came up with another answer causing them to exchange puzzled glances before I decided to demonstrate, punching right through the cardboard. Davenport gasped in offense and Chase put his hand on my shoulder.

"Now you're helping." Chase smiled at me.

...

The news of Leo being in the hospital had sent waves of worry crashing over us. The uncertainty surrounding his condition and the events leading up to it had our anxiety levels soaring. 

Basically, my best friend is in the hospital and I don't know a thing! "Agent Graham, you have to let us go to the hospital to see Leo." Chase begged as we followed Graham into the living room. "Yeah." I chimed in, my voice quivering with concern. "We don't even know what happened to him." "Yeah, he's injured and this isn't funny like all the times I hurt Chase." Adam added. "You're not going anywhere. Military transport will be here any second. You have seen the last of your friend... and each other." His words hung in the air as Davenport walked down the stairs, away from the two agents that were behind him.

"Agent Graham, please don't take them, take me. I'm obviously the brilliant mastermind, the brains behind the brawn, the smart behind the heart." he quipped, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction. "Even when he's begging, he finds a way to gloat." Bree muttered to us, unamused, making me nod in agreement. "Go ahead, ask me anything. I bet you're wondering how a 43-year-old continues to defy Father Time." Davenport continued, slapping his shoulder and pointing to himself with a chuckle. Agent Graham, unfazed by Davenport's attempts at humor, leaned in closer, his expression deadly serious. "This is happening, whether you like it or not." he declared, his words carrying an air of finality. As he began to turn away, he couldn't resist delivering one final blow to Davenport's ego. "And for the record, Father Time caught up with you long before we did." he stated, offending Davenport in the process. 

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The room was thick with tension as we sat on the worn-out couch, waiting anxiously for the transport to arrive. Our minds were racing with worry, each passing second amplifying our fears. The heavy silence was broken by the sudden entrance of Graham. "Transport's here." he declared. Adam sprang to his feet, his arm shooting up as he called out. "Shotgun!" But before anyone could react, two agents tackled him to the ground. Adam let out a surprised yell as he went down, and Chase couldn't hide his satisfaction as he witnessed his brother's abrupt tumble as he turned to Davenport, a smirk dancing on his lips, and remarked. "You know, every now and then life just gives you a little gift." "Hurry up and say your goodbyes." the leader urged. The agents made Adam stand up alongside us, and the reality of the situation began to sink in. "I can't believe this. We're never gonna see each other again!" Bree exclaimed. Donald tried to offer reassurance, his voice strained. "You guys are gonna be okay." "You don't know that." I replied bitterly.