Lab Rats- Dawn

You Posted What?! Pt 2

"Transport's on its way." Graham informed us as we sat quietly on the couch. I couldn't stop thinking about Leo—and even Douglas. It was hard to believe that we wouldn't even get the chance to say goodbye. "We're not even gonna get to say good-bye to Leo." I said softly, my heart heavy with the thought.

"I'm gonna miss him so much." I sighed, leaning my head on Bree's shoulder for comfort. 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 just as Tasha interjected, trying to lift our spirits. "Don't worry, guys, we're gonna get through this." 

"Yeah. Guys, I wanna give you something to remember me by. When times get tough, I hope this will get you through." He revealed a cardboard cutout of himself, holding it out proudly. We all stood, examining it with a mix of confusion and bemusement, standing up to look at it more closely. "Hey, but we can't take that." Bree said gently, trying to let him down easy. Davenport frowned, clearly not understanding. "Why?"

"'Cause it can't fit in the car." I blurted, earning pointed looks from my siblings that clearly said I wasn't doing much to let him down gently given the situation. "Actually, we can't take it because... it's torn." I quickly added, attempting to provide a more reasonable explanation. Before anyone could respond, I decided to demonstrate. With one swift motion, I punched right through the cardboard, with Davenport gasping in offense, staring at the now-damaged cutout. Chase stepped over, placing a hand on my shoulder with a small smile, his tone lightening the mood just a bit. 

"Now you're helping."  

...

The news of Leo being in the hospital had sent waves of worry crashing over us, leaving an unsettling weight in the air. The uncertainty about his condition and what had led to it gnawed at our nerves, pushing our anxiety to its peak.

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 pleaded as we followed him into the living room, desperation evident in his voice. "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 chimed in, earning a glare from Chase for the comparison. "You're not going anywhere." Graham replied coldly. "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 descended the stairs, away from the two agents that were behind him.

"Agent Graham, please don't take them, take me." Davenport declared, puffing up with exaggerated bravado. "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 under her breath, earning an agreeing nod from me. "Go ahead, ask me anything." Davenport continued, oblivious to our collective irritation. "I bet you're wondering how a 43-year-old continues to defy Father Time." he added with a smirk, patting his shoulder and pointing to himself with a self-satisfied chuckle.

Agent Graham, unimpressed by the performance, leaned in closer, his face a mask of unyielding seriousness. "This is happening, whether you like it or not." he declared, his tone final and unwavering, 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, offending him in the process. "And for the record, Father Time caught up with you long before we did."

...

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."