Forever || Chase Davenport

23

The five teens were hanging out in the newly built mentors' headquarters. Leo and Adam were playing foosball, Bree was on her phone, Harley and Chase sat on the couch, watching a show on their tablet, Harley resting her head on his shoulder.

Davenport walks in with a smile. "Good news, guys. I am totally free this weekend. No meetings, no conferences. Just two fun-filled days with me."

"So no conferences at all?" Bree questions. "You know, if we looked really hard, I bet we could find you one." 

Davenport gives her a look. "Are you saying you don't want to hang out with me?"

"Well, if she's not, I am," Adam spoke before continuing his game of foosball. 

"What about you, Leo?" He asks his stepson. 

Leo gives him an uneasy look. "Uh, Big D, I'd love to, but I just really don't want to." Davenport gives him a look before looking at Harley.

"Harley?"

The girl raises her head from Chase's shoulder and looks over at the man. "Last time I hung out with you, all you did was show me cow videos. I promised to never hang out with you again." From beside her, Chase stands from the couch.

"Don't worry, Mr. Davenport. I'll hang out with you." He pats his arm and Davenport sighs. "You know what? I've got a lot of work." 

The doors open and Douglas walks in with an expression Harley has hardly seen in her life.

"Hey, dad." She greets. "Everything okay?"

"I just got a phone call from Daniel." He replies, and everyone looks at him confused.

"Who's Daniel?" Bree asks.

"Your brother."

Harley immediately stands from the couch. "What?!"

"We have another brother?" Chase asks the man who took a seat on the couch.

"I never told anyone," Douglas says before taking a deep breath. "I actually created four bionic superheroes. Adam, Bree, Chase, and Daniel."

"What is with you naming your kids in alphabetical order?" Leo asks him.

"Well, thank gosh I'm not your biological kid." Harley comments and Douglas glares at her before saying, "It's better than their original names. Big Boy, Little Boy, and Not a Boy."

Bree annoyingly sighs. "Another brother. Well, would it kill you to throw some lip gloss and long hair into one of your test tubes?"

"I can't believe you never told me," Davenport says to his brother. "Of all the rotten things you've done, this has got to be the worst."

"I had to keep it a secret so Daniel would be safe." Douglas defends, standing from the couch. "He was just a baby the day you stole these guys from me."

"Rescued."

"Stole."

"Rescued!"

"Stole!"

"Okay, we get it," Harley interjects the two men. "You're both terrible people. Get to the point."

Douglas sighs. "After Donny ratted me out, I knew I'd be living on the run, so I found Daniel a nice family that was looking to adopt. That way, he could have a safe, normal life away from all my chaos." 

"How old is he?" Chase questions. 

"Thirteen," Douglas answers. "He found some old records that listed me as his biological father, and found my phone number, and here we are."