a short script fic about what i think is a missing scene in canon . where the davenports talk about marcus a bit.
any comments r appreciated ! this is my first script-ish writing project that hasn't been for school work, so i let myself take some liberties with the formula i got taught.
featuring: Chase, Bree, Adam, Leo, Tasha, Donald + Mentions of Douglas and Marcus. Possibly OOC since it’s been awhile since i’ve re-watched s2
(Marcus is referred to with they/them)
INT BASEMENT LAB, NIGHTTIME
Adam is sitting on a chair in the corner of the lab, applying bandages shabbily to his own wrist. Donald is tending to Chase and Bree’s wounds, while Tasha is taking care of Leo.
TASHA: I just, can’t believe it...
CHASE: About the fact we aren’t Mr. Davenport’s children?
TASHA: Yeah, well it... Everything. Everything is unbelievable. I thought Donald didn’t have any other family.
DONALD: I thought I didn’t too.
TASHA: I can’t believe... Marcus too. They’re... the kids brother.
CHASE: (Pause) What?
TASHA: You said that Marcus and ... Douglas, right? (She looks over at at Donald, who nods) Right, was father and son? And if the kids are actually Douglas’s biological children, that would’ve made Marcus their brother.
Chase seems shocked. He pauses for a second, taking in the information.
CHASE: Huh. Right. Marcus was our... Brother.
LEO: Well, sucks to be related to that psychopath.
Tasha kisses Leo’s forehead.
TASHA: I’m sorry I didn’t believe you before, honey. I guess I just didn’t want to think that someone would want to kill you.
LEO: (Hopefully) You could make it up to me by letting me see Monster Truckers 8?
TASHA: ... I’ll think about it.
Leo pumps his fist discreetly. Adam looks his bandages in confusion. Bree notices.
BREE: Did you want help with that, Adam?
ADAM: No it’s just... uhm, Marcus isn’t related to us though, really.
TASHA: Huh? What do you mean, they were... (Uncertain) Douglas’s kid, weren’t they?
ADAM: But Douglas said that Marcus was an android.
Tasha looks over at Donald in surprise and slight annoyance.
TASHA: What? Were you... going to say anything about that?
DONALD: Well, didn’t seem that important... considering Marcus got crushed.
BREE: It’s... kinda weird. On a technicality, Marcus is and isn’t our brother.
Everybody pauses for a moment.
LEO: Weird. Makes everything Marcus did to me feel off...
CHASE: Do you think... Could Marcus have been sentient?
Chase looks over at Donald, who hesitates, then shrugs.
DONALD: I hate to say it, but Douglas designed the androids first. He never let me look at the blueprints, so I have no clue how he designed Marcus.
BREE: So... Was Marcus the equivalent of like... a weapon?
DONALD: Probably. Wouldn’t make much sense if Douglas gave Marcus the ability to feel things. Would’ve made missions much harder.
ADAM: But, when we had our band and stuff... Marcus seemed like they enjoyed playing with us.
LEO: They definitely looked like they had fun torturing me for months.
DONALD: Maybe Douglas gave them artificial personality traits? He’d probably get lonely and start talking to himself if Marcus wasn’t a little entertaining.
Donald pauses, thinking over something.
DONALD: Douglas did mention that Marcus was apart of the Drama club.
BREE: ... None of us were in the Drama club, though. Did Marcus just... join a club for no reason?
CHASE: So, either Marcus was a cold, unfeeling machine designed with artificial traits to be entertaining... or...
DONALD: ... Or, was an android Douglas gave human feelings too and raised by himself. (Pause) Yikes.
Donald shudders.
DONALD: If that’s what happened, I feel a little bad for Marcus. (Chuckles) Douglas is not the ‘caring father’ type.
ADAM: Neither are you, yet we turned out great.
BREE: Ehh...
LEO: You know, let’s just stop thinking about this at 1am. I’m tired as hell, my bones ache, and I have a movie to catch in the afternoon.
Leo stands up from his chair, Tasha patting his shoulders.
LEO: Maybe in the morning we can continue this moral crisis, or whatever.
He begins to leave the lab.
TASHA: Leo.
Leo turns on his heels and kisses Tasha’s cheek.
DONALD: Leo’s... He’s right. It’s too late to be thinking of this right now.
ADAM: Too bad, I’m going to have nightmares about Marcus for awhile now.
BREE: What are they going to be about?
ADAM: I dunno. I haven’t had them yet.
CHASE: Goodnight, Mr. Davenport. Uhm. Goodnight... (Hesitant) M-Mom?
Tasha gives Chase a smile.
TASHA: Goodnight Chase. Goodnight to you two as well. Love you. (Blows kiss)
Tasha and Donald exit the lab, conversing quietly to themselves, with Donald pointedly being upset at not being called ‘dad’.
As Bree and Adam enter their capsules for the night, Chase looks over the lab. His eyes land on an old invention of Donald’s, a robot prosthetic. He seems sad for a moment, but pushes it down and goes to his capsule.
