Lab Rats: The New Addition 2: Lost

The Plan Part 3: Getting Him Back

  After Oliver kissed me, he left without a word, leaving me stranded and confused. I don't know what to feel now. I barely know Oliver, yet I feel like I've known him my whole life. But when Oliver kissed me, I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel anything when I kissed him back either. It was just...a kiss. I decide to take a walk outside and clear my head. The air is cold, but not colder than it is in the hospital. My head is swirling with questions: What is it with Oliver? Do I possibly love him? If so, in what way? What if Chase finds out about what happened between Oliver and I? What if he never forgives me? Or worse...what if he never comes back? "No," I tell myself. "Don't think like that. He's gonna come back. It's just gonna take some time." I let out a short breath that I just realized I've been holding in for awhile as I walk around the hospital building, letting out breath vapor due to the cold weather. The wait is unbearable. I wish Chase would just answer already. Maybe something bad happened to him. Maybe...maybe he's dead. Maybe it would be best if he's dead. I don't know how things would be between us if he came back, but I do know that, no matter how hard I try to convince myself otherwise, I can't live without him. If Chase is dead, God only knows what I'll do to myself. That's when I realize...I can't wait any longer. I have to get him back. I have to find Chase, whether my family and friends want me to or not. I know they'll try to stop me and comfort me, but I won't listen. It's time for me to start thinking for myself.

  I walk back into the hospital, avoiding eye contact with Oliver, and gather my things. "I'm leaving," I announce. There is complete silence, but Bree breaks it. "What," she asks. "What do you mean?" "I mean I'm going to find Chase, whether you like it or not," I say, zipping up my backpack. "He's out there somewhere, and I am not just gonna sit here and wait for him to reply to the cyber message that may or may not have gone through anyway." "Sweetie, that's crazy talk," Ash and Douglas say in unison. My adoptive father and birth father glare at each other. "Yes, Dads," I say to them. "I know. I'm crazy. We established that a long time ago, so I expect you to already know that there's no stopping me." Dead silence. Nobody says anything because they know that there really is no stopping me. Everyone knows that. Except, apparently, Oliver. He grabs my arm and spins me around to face him. "Lyrica, it's too dangerous," he says. "I don't care," I spat. "I'm going to find Chase. There's no stopping me, so I suggest that you either give up, or come with me and help me find him." I glare at him, and he gives me a sad look. I turn my back to everyone and walk out of the hospital without another word. I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around and see Oliver bolting toward me. I run. And run. As fast as my legs can possibly take me. Times like these make me really wish that I had super speed. "Lyrica," Oliver calls. "Lyrica, wait!" "You can't stop me, Oliver," I yell. "I'm not trying to stop you," he yells back. "I'm trying to help you find Chase." I slow down, stunned, and allow Oliver to catch up with me. "You're gonna help me," I ask. He nods. I bite my lip nervously, "But doesn't it make you feel uncomfortable that I'm hell-bent on finding my boyfriend when you're still madly in love with me?" His cheeks turn a bright shade of red. "I'm not exactly sure how I feel about you or anyone for that matter. To be honest, I'm still trying to figure out the whole Skylar thing." I growl, suddenly becoming jealous, "Well, why are you wasting your time with me? Shouldn't you be chasing Skylar around like a love-sick puppy right now!?" No reply. No comebacks. I can tell that I've hurt his feelings. I'm sure I'll feel bad about it later, but right now, I don't care.

  "Come back, Lyrica," Oliver begs. "We'll find Chase, I promise. We just have to wait." He grabs my wrist, but I twist out of his grasp. "I care about you, Oliver," I cry. "But I barely know you! The only reason that I let you in is because you remind me of Chase!" My hands clench into fists. I grab a stick on the ground and throw it in Oliver's direction. He ducks. "I used to be strong," I scream. I throw a pinecone at him, "Now I'm weak and pathetic! I can't fend for myself!" Oliver catches the pinecone in his hand. "He's gone," I shriek, tearing a lose branch off a tree and hurling it at Oliver, who dodges it. "Chase is gone! AND HE'S NEVER COMING BACK!" Tears are streaming down my cheeks now. I'm sobbing like crazy, and Oliver is looking at me with sheer pity in his eyes. "Never," I sob. "He's never coming back! He's never coming back! I'm never gonna see him again! I-I'm never gonna-" I can't finish my sentence. My words turn into meaningless sobs. Oliver walks slowly toward me and wraps his arms around me. I bury my face in his chest and sob harder. "He's never coming back," I sob. "He's never coming back." Oliver hugs me tighter and strokes my hair. "It'll be okay," he whispers. "It'll all be okay. We'll find Chase, I promise. We'll find him." I just keep sobbing. I don't believe a word that Oliver is saying. "I miss him, Oliver," I cry. "I miss him so much." "I know you do," he says, softly, still stroking my hair. "I know." I'm faded. Now that Chase is gone, I feel so vulnerable. And I hate feeling vulnerable.

  After crying in Oliver's arms for a few minutes, I eventually get ahold of myself. I watch the sunset outside Mighty Med and fall fast asleep in Oliver's arms. I am unpleasantly awoken in a few hours when I hear a crash. Oliver and I jolt awake. "What was that," Oliver asks, startled. "I have no idea," I reply, honestly. "It sounds like it came from Mighty Med. We should go see what's going on." Oliver helps me up and we run hand in hand back into Mighty Med. Everything is frantic and chaotic. Sirens are going off. Doctors are rushing patients out of the hospital. My family and friends, including Skylar and Kaz, all run to Oliver and I, panicking. "Guys, we're under attack," Uncle Donny says. "We have to get out of here now." "What," I ask, stunned. "What's going on," Oliver asks. "Who's attacking us?" "It must be Tanya," I suddenly realize. "We have a plan. We can defeat her now!" "Yes," Leo exclaims. "Finally! Let's kick Tanya's sorry butt!" "Wait a minute, wait a minute," says Daddy Douglas. "We can't just run out there. We need to flaw-check our plan and make sure that we're prepared to do it right." "There is no time for a flaw check, we're being attacked by an evil lunatic," Leo screams. "Nobody panic," I say. "We have a plan, we shall commence it. I'm sorry, Daddy, but Leo's right. Time is just too precious to us right now." Douglas groans. I grab his hand and tighten my grip on Oliver's hand. "All right, everyone, we need to evacuate," I announce. "Bree can super speed us out." I turn to Bree, "You got this?" She nods. "Good," I say. And so, she super speeds us out, one by one, and we leave the hospital as quickly as possible before Tanya can find us.

  Tasha, of course, being the wonderful, kind person she is, immediately insists that the superheroes stay at her house. Donald, of course, flips out, but Tasha eventually convinces him to let the superheroes stay at the house until they know that Mighty Med is completely safe to go back to. After settling, Bree, Skylar, and I, end up chatting. It's so nice to have friends whom I know will always have my back. The three of us have a lot in common, and the more I talk to Skylar, the more I realize that she is becoming like a sister to me, just like Bree. The only difference between Bree and I is that I've come to realize she's kind of boy crazy. I'm not boy crazy. I'm Chase Davenport crazy. I tell ya. That boy is gonna be the death of me. After a few hours, I decide to take a stroll around the neighborhood. It's still cold outside, so I make sure to bring my coat. As I walk, I keep hearing what I think is the sound of my own feet crushing the fallen leaves on the concrete, but I soon come to realize that it is something far worse. "Hello, Lyrica," says a menacing voice. My heart jumps into my throat. I swallow hard. "Tanya," I growl. As soon as I turn around to face her, she attacks, catching me off guard. I fight, and I fight hard, but I eventually find myself pinned down under her. "Where's pretty little  lover boy," she asks, menacingly. I glare at her, my eyes welling up with tears. I knee her in the stomach. She groans and I jump up from under her. I do a tornado kick, catching her off guard and causing her to fly back-first into a tree. "Yeah," I say, suddenly becoming confident. "Mess with me again and you'll see how it all ends." I turn my back to her and continue walking, satisfied, when suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my back and I realize that Tanya must have kicked me, causing me to fall face first onto the ground. She jumps on top of me and turns me over. "This is the end of you," she growls.

  I  close my eyes and let out an ear-splitting shriek as she whips out a green blade, bracing myself for the feeling of death. But then, someone else screams, and his voice is painfully distinct. I open my eyes to see who my rescuer is, but my vision is blurred with tears. "I'll be back," I hear Tanya scream. "This will be the last time that you get the best of me!" I hear footsteps and then she's gone. Suddenly, I feel a pair of strong arms around me. My rescuer brings me close and strokes my hair. "Hey, Princess," he says, softly. And then I know that this isn't another hallucination. I know that I'm not going crazy. I look up, and my heart flutters in my chest. It's him. His beautiful brown eyes, his gorgeous spikey brown hair. It's him. I swallow the lump in my throat and my eyes fill with tears of joy. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair and he wipes my tears away with his thumbs. "Chase," I whisper. "It really is you."