Chase stood vertical in his capsule, eyes forcefully shut closed as he tried to succumb to sleep. Bree was texting on their white couch, fingers hitting the buttons too fast for the naked eye to catch. She, naturally, had more energy to burn than Chase. Adam and Leo were watching a video of a dog trying to catch a ball, laughing every time it barked and chased after it. Chase sighed heavily. He was exhausted, but in this family there was little time for rest. He must have missed his window for his siblings were insistent to not allow him to sleep. It was boring just standing there, like an idiot, but perhaps he'd luck out and fall out of consciousness because of it.
A loud, far distanced noise entered the room, bringing with it bright and blinding lights that shone into Chase's face. “Ugh!” He'd officially given up. He wasn't even tired anymore.
His siblings weren't far behind on the exclamations.
“I can't see! Bree, I'm blind!”
That last one was Leo's high pitched squeal. After all this time, he still managed his infamous girl cry.
The flash dimmed and the buzzing died off as Chase's eyes shot open. He reluctantly pushed past the door to his capsule, the short whoosh something he barely even heard now. His eyes immediately fell on his siblings. An armchair, pure white and very teched out sat in their living room, beside the couch Bree was standing up from. The chair was imprinted with three bold red circles interlocked together. Mr. Davenport's known logo for everything.
But that wasn't all that Chase noticed. A girl, perhaps a few years younger than himself, sat on the cushioned chair, arms placed almost robotically on the armrests beside her. The young bionic approached cautiously, throwing a confused glance Bree's way. He noticed she shared his expression.
Adam was on the opposite side of the room, behind the strange armchair, cradling Leo. He must have jumped in Adam's arms when the bright flashes started.
“Hello?” Lame, but the only thing Chase could think to say.
He wasn't exactly sure what to make of the intruder, or even if it was proper to call her that. She was sitting in an armchair plastered with Mr. Davenport's symbol after all.
Silence followed for a moment, the girl remained unmoving. Large, dark sunglasses perfectly hid her eyes, and nearly her whole face in the process. Light brown hair fell to her shoulders in gentle waves and a serious expression was protruded from her lips. A few more second ticked by before, unannounced, a shiver ran up the girl's spine -- almost like she had just been activated. She lifted one wary hand up to her face, and flipped the sunglasses to the top of her head. Her large, chocolate brown eyes blinked back the sudden change of shade, and she cocked her head to the side.
Chase's initial thought was that she was an android. She had to be, this strange girl was acting so inhuman.
“Hello?” Bree repeated what Chase had first said, but this girl had obviously not heard him then.
She responded now. After her eyes adjusted she noticed the four teens in the room, and smiled, looking rather accomplished. “Hello,” she echoed back. Her voice was soothing, but rough and unsure. Her eyebrows creased together for a brief moment, before fixing themselves again. An android would be more confident than this, perhaps this newcomer was human. As if she could hear his thoughts, the girl turned to look at Chase, studying him curiously before clumsily lifting herself out of the high tech sofa chair.
“Who are you?” Chase held himself back, hovering a little. No one was endangered, this girl did not seem like the type to pose as a threat. “What is that?”
“Yes, I was told you would not recognize this machine,” she murmured, mostly to herself. She paced a few steps, peering down at her odd commando boots. In fact, the girl's whole waredrobe was different. She was dressed in mainly all black, with a heavy-duty vest, long sleeve shirt, and grindy leather jeans. “I must brief you a tid bit on everything ... this-” The girl was back to looking at them, eyes swaying from one to the other. “is, as you know him as, Mr. Davenport's time machine and -”
“Are you from the future?” Adam asked, eyes widening. He half dropped Leo as he stepped closer to the girl. Leo screeched a little, but picked himself up and followed slightly.
“No, I'm from the past, a very 'ahead of its time' past,” she sighed, not appreciating being interrupted. Chase and Bree smiled. Their feelings towards this girl were already starting to weigh in her favour.
“Why are you here? Why does the time machine look so different?” Bree asked, wanting to say more before the girl slouched her shoulders, developing an impatient foot tap.
“Where is Mr. Davenport?” she questioned, peeking over her shoulder and to both sides.
“Bree,” Chase prompted, not needing to say more as his older sister took off, leaving a breeze, ruffled hair, and loose items flying around in her place.
No one had a chance to say anything else before the wind came back, Bree standing beside Chase once more with Mr. Davenport on her back. She lowered him to the ground.
“Bree, how many times do I have to tell you to never superspeed me away without a warning-” Mr. Davenport started, finger wagging at her. Bree moved his hand downwards and motioned with gestures to their guest. He turned, becoming pink in the face as he said, “Oh, hellooo.”
The girl waved awkwardly, glancing around the room with wide eyes. The others could feel the distance she was putting between them and her, as if her mind was elsewhere. Immediately, Davenport turned from embarrassed to mission oriented. “Who are you?”
“She's from the future, Mr. D,” Adam spoke up, waving at the girl enthusiastically. The future girl humoured him.
“I've been sent here to request ... demand, your help,” she spoke up, brushing Adam's finger off her cheek when he reached over to poke her.
“You think showing up in a machine with my logo on it initiates trust?” Mr. Davenport questioned, raising an eyebrow in response. He had a sort of smug look on, in his thoughts he obviously had the upper hand here.
“No,” the girl admitted, slapping away Adam's hand now, frustration peeking. She bit on her lip, and started to vibrate in place, impatience showing through again. “Let's start over. I'm Alexa, I've been sent here by you for help. Things happen in the future and certain people have travelled to the past to put a stop to a chain of events that must happen.”
Mr. Davenport crossed his arms, baring into the girl's eyes questioningly. “You're being really vague, Alexa.”
Alexa nodded, expecting this response. “Look, I have a message for you from you,” she reached into a pocket on the side of the time travelling armchair and held out a holophone for Mr. Davenport to take. He conceded, pressing the screen to reveal a pop-up of his future self.
“Hello again past me,” future Davenport greeted. “If you're watching this then you can probably tell that ... we are no longer fat and bald! Hah hah! Interdimensional high five!”
Mr. Davenport raised his hand to give himself, the holophone recording, an excited high five. “I just high fived my future self again,” his voice was giddy.
Lexi stared at him in annoyance, eyes straining from the holophone back to him again, indicating for silence.
“Oh, right!” Davenport turned back to the message.
“I'm sure you have your doubts about Alexa, but let me assure you, she is trustworthy and she does need your help, and fast,” future Davenport leaned in, “She is very important to us.” Davenport frowned, and took a glance at Lexi for a moment. “You're not my daughter, are you?” The girl shook her head, at the same time future Davenport said, “No, she's not your daughter. Don't get all fretty as we both know you're prone to do.” Davenport sighed meekly, smiling. “Alexa will explain everything else further-” the future Mr. Davenport jumped at the sound of gun shots in the background. “as I have little time left to explain everything.” Future Davenport turned to where Alexa was standing, as if he knew exactly where she was going to be. “Alexa, your father wanted me to tell you to be safe and to come back. Remember, the future is not stable, any knowledge other than what they need to know is too dangerous and could upset everything.” With a worried smile, future Davenport vanished as the pre-recorded video ended.
Lexi let out a breath of air, looking at the five with high hopes.
Davenport turned to her, stared at her for a minute, then preceded to say, “So what is it you need us to do?” Alexa smiled, relieved.
“Save the world.”