Saving Mr. Davenport ✗ Bree Davenport

Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

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"I shot him. With the gun he used to shoot Chase." I whispered. Mr. Davenport took in a deep breath before he leaned back in his chair, leaving me to let my elbows rest on my legs. I let my eyes close as I realized one very important matter.

"I'm still wearing my mission suit." I mumbled. Mr. Davenport smiled as I threw my head back in annoyance with myself.

"At least you don't have to make an all new one for Chase since they ripped his to shreds before they operated." Davenport teased. I laughed lightly at the thought of Davenport's face while watching his creation being cut up by doctors that, "paled in comparison to his genius". His words, not mine.

"I will help you. But you should make it the same so he can still match us. I like these new ones better." I added as I motioned to my mission suit. He nodded as he patted my shoulder reassuringly.

"Don't worry, I'm never letting the three of you find a reason to leave again. I made a mistake last time, and I can't let Chase get away again. I hadn't realized how much I missed him until I actually saw the two of you today. The thought of losing either one of you makes me sick to my stomach." He rambled. I sighed as one question still sat in the air between us.

"But what if we did leave." I spit out after a small silence. Mr. Davenport's eyes widened as he looked back to me, "What if Chase and I left."

"What do you mean, left?" He asked, sounding slightly worried. I shrugged, knowing exactly what I meant. Chase and I were each completely convinced that Mr. Davenport would never let us be together. So, our only option was to leave and start our lives together.

"I was just... I mean that Chase and I.... We kind of-"

"Okay, look. I know about you two, and I will start by saying that it wasn't exactly my first thought when I pictured you kids leaving to go and get married one day. But, seeing how you two have been since Chase left, and seeing how you were today, I know what's best for the family now." Mr. Davenport explained. A frown took over my face as I thought through what he had said.

"Does that mean that Chase and I can be together?" I asked, feeling as though I was stepping over some kind of boundary. He sighed and nodded slowly.

"It does. I'm going to have to do some work to make it seem like we adopted you, so when you two do her married we'll all have the same last name or I can make it so-"

"Thank you." I interrupted as I threw my arms around him. He laughed happily before his arms came around my back. I couldn't explain how happy I was that Chase and I didn't have to leave. We were going to be able to stay with everyone else. My eyes widened as I remembered the videos I had made last night. That, and the fact that Tasha, Adam, and also were probably on their way home.

"I have to go home and change. But I'm also going to call Tasha and catch her up to speed." I whispered as I stood up. He laughed and grabbed my hand before I was able to walk away.

"Use bionics if you have to, but I need them here right now." Davenport added before I nodded and walked away. I sighed as I walked calmly out of the hospital, waving to the receptionist before making my way to a safe spot in which I could use my speed to get home. I was there in seconds slamming the door behind me. I ran down stairs to the lab and picked up the four DVDs I had made two nights ago. I nodded to myself before using my fingerprint to open up the secret drawer under my capsule. Mr. Davenport had made these so we could have a few of our own things, despite the fact that Chase could break into them whenever he wanted. I closed it securely before hopping into my capsule and changing into shorts and a tank top. It was at least a hundred degrees outside. I glanced around before deciding to call Adam. He could pick up the car while I used my speed to bring them home. I would need a new phone after today. Douglas had smashed both mine, and Mr. Daenport's sometime this week. I picked up the landline as I walked into the kitchen, calling Adam's number by memory.