Chapter Two

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DONALD

Donald Davenport stared sadly at the clock. Trying not to fidget, he sat on a hard wooden stool. He glanced around. He was surrounded by hundreds of amazing inventions. And yet, he was not allowed to touch any of them. He wasn't even allowed to leave the uncomfortable seat he had been provided. He was forced to sit all day, gaping at the steel walls and astounding inventions. You see, Donald had the incredible misfortune, er, privilege, of being Tasha Dooley's lab assistant. She was a strict boss, and treated him more like a naughty child, or a bad pet. He was grateful for the opportunity to be near an inventor of her status, but at the same time, he hated his life. He was so pathetic he was excited by stoplights. The only time he actually came near actual sunlight was when he got to pick up Tasha's son, Leo, from school.

He turned to the elevator. It was so tempting to go up, but Tasha had strict rules. No leaving the lab when she wasn't home. If he were caught upstairs, she would take away his bathroom breaks. He didn't want to risk it. But at the same time, he knew Tasha wouldn't be home for three hours. So, going against his good judgment, he crept over to the elevator. Pressing the button, he waited patiently. He felt guilty for breaking her trust, but at the same time, he needed to get out of the lab.

The elevator reached the basement and let out a small ding. Donald jumped, not used to any sort of noise. He tiptoed into the elevator, feeling a slight adrenaline rush. Arriving at the first floor, he let out a giggle, like a school girl. He left the elevator and peered around.

He walked over to the window and stared outside. The sky was a cloudy gray, dark shadows present. He could tell it was going to rain soon, probably within ten minutes. Donald loved the rain. It was beautiful in such a different way then the sun. It looked so poetic. It wasn't bright and happy, showing him how wonderful everything he was missing was. It showed a darker side to the world he wanted to be a part of. It mirrored how he felt. The rain brought relief to the world, but was also a burden. That was how he felt about his job. He needed it, but at the same time was frequently inconvenienced by it.

He suddenly heard the crack of thunder ringing through the valley. He grinned as the rain began falling. After about four minutes of watching the rain, he sighed. It was time to pick Leo up. He snatched the keys off the counter and headed outside. He loved picking Leo up, but hated to interrupt one of the few minutes of serenity he got.

Getting into the only car Tasha would let him use, the mini-van, he began driving to the school that Leo attended. He was thrilled by every person he encountered, every traffic sign he came across. When he finally reached the school, he parked and left the safety of the car.

"Leo!" He beamed at the sight of the little teenager heading towards him.

"Hey, Donald." Leo greeted.

"What's wrong?" He noticed Leo's grim expression and knew something had happened. Leo shrugged.

"I had to use time warp again." He mumbled.

His eyes widened. "What happened?"

"They happened." Leo gestured towards three kids that were standing by their lockers. There was a snotty looking girl, a jock of a boy, and a boy that kept jotting things down in a little book.

"What'd they do?"

"The jock, Chase, almost hit me. And you know that would've caused me to go into self-defense mode, and I probably would've destroyed him." He said nonchalantly.

"But you time-warped before that could happen."

"Yeah, now come on, let's go. Before they come over here."

Donald nodded, and began ushering Leo out of the door, not wanting to get involved with those kids.

"Hey, it's the street light guy!" Chase yelled, a huge smile on his face.

Leo grimaced. "Here we go."

"Wow. I have never seen an outfit so hideous. Ever. He looks like he lives under a rock." Bree remarked, wrinkling her nose.

Leo chuckled a bit at that. "Try dark room." He said quietly.

Donald blushed a shade of bright red, embarrassed that even Leo found it funny. "Come on, Leo, we should be going."

"Leo... Oh, you're Principal Perry's pet!" Chase exclaimed, making the connection.

"Yeah, so?" Donald noticed how Leo tensed up a little, as if nervous that the time leap hadn't erased all memories.

"You're the reason I got detention last month." He growled, his gaze darkening.

"Oh yeah." He seemed to breathe a silent sigh of relief. "You told Terry that her roller-skating buddy was stupid." He recalled.

Chase nodded. "Yeah. Which, he was. Because he was you! Ha!"

Leo shook his head, seemingly embarrassed by the brute boy's attempt to insult him. "Wow." Was all he could say.

"You scared? Because you should be! I'm going to hit you so hard, your brains are going to come out your ears!"

Leo just raised his eyebrows. Though he obviously could've pointed out that that was physically impossible, he kept quiet.

Donald watched him for a second before something caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a very nervous looking boy. He stood a ways back, wringing his hands. He was rocking back and forth on his heels. He was wearing a argyle sweater-vest and black slacks. Donald turned to look directly at him. He seemed familiar somehow. Something about his face.

"Where have I seen him before..." Donald muttered.

Chase averted his attention from Leo to Donald. "What?" He followed the man's gaze to the trembling boy. "Oh looky here! Our favorite geek!"

The boy's eyes widened. "Oh no." He squeaked.

"Are you seriously still wearing sweater-vests? Those haven't been in for... Okay, those were NEVER in." Bree chimed in, a disgust in her expression.

Leo spotted the boy as well. Pity flashed across his face. He cleared his throat, doing his best to keep Chase from torturing the other boy. "So, I believe you were about to beat me up?" He tried.

"Yeah, well, now I'm not." Chase spun away from Leo and began walking towards his unlucky new victim. "Hey bud. Miss me?"

The boy's eyes widened. "H-Hi Chase..."

Adam and Bree also began advancing, but in a less threatening way. Adam was still writing things in his little book, and Bree was kind of skipping.

Donald stared at Leo. "I have to help him..." Leo whispered to his mom's lab assistant.

Donald shook his head. "But you can't use-"

"Relax. I'll be fine." Leo began walking towards the Hendersons. They had cornered the other nerdy boy.

"C-C-Come on, Chase... P-Please not the face!" The boy begged, throwing his arms in front of his face as a defense mechanism.

Leo stepped in right as Chase raised his fist. He grabbed the older boy's elbow, causing him to spin around.

"What are you doing? Back off."

"No." Leo cast his gaze to the other boy and mouthed, 'Run.' Donald watched as the boy quickly scampered over to where he was standing.

"Oh no..." He moaned. "They're going to destroy him..."

Donald laughed uneasily. "Trust me. Don't worry about him. Uh... What's your name?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm Marcus." He rubbed the back of his head anxiously. "And that's Leo, right? Tasha Dooley's son."

"Yeah, he-" They were interrupted by Chase.

"Listen, runt." He boomed at Leo. "Why don't you just back off?"

Leo shook his head. "How about I don't?" Then he took a deep breath and stomped his foot. All of a sudden, you could almost see a slight shiver in the ground. It quaked under the Hendersons' feet and before Donald could say a word, they fainted. Leo dusted off his hands and walked over to his waiting audience.

"Leo..." Donald hissed.

"W-What just happened?" Marcus stuttered.

Leo grinned and pulled a small item out of his pocket. "Stink bomb. Dropped it on the ground in front of them."

Donald narrowed his eyes, knowing that wasn't the truth. Leo had gotten Earthquake Boots last week. They could cause the ground to tremble just enough to make someone lose consciousness.

Of course, Marcus was none the wiser. He nodded, impressed. "Nice! I never could've stood up to them."

"Yeah, well. They're just bullies. Arrogant, snobby, philosophical bullies. They pick on kids to make themselves feel better. They're vicious." Marcus chuckled nervously and glanced away before sighing. "Yeah... They're my cousins."