Chapter One

Okay, my very first Lab Rats story! Hope it doesn't suck…

Anyway! I was stuck for a really long time, I finish writing this on like the 21st (though with editing and personal stuff it probably won't be up till like the 25th), and I started maybe the 15th, because I was just having a really hard time wording this beginning part, like the first third of this chapter, so I literally just cut it off and went to a later scene, you'll know what I mean when you read it. Sorry if it's bad. Also, I feel like they're all a little OOC in this chapter, so I'll try to bring them back into character in the next chapter. On a lighter note, I'm very excited for people to read my work, hope you like it! Without further ado, I give you Stranded.

I do not own Lab Rats or anything else you recognize. Please excuse any grammatical, spelling, and/or punctuation errors.

Chase's P.o.V.

The mission was simple. Fly in, put out the fire, fly out. Well apparently that's easier said than done.

Our mission was to put out a wildfire on a deserted island. Simple, right? When Mr. Davenport gave us the mission, we weren't concerned for anyone's safety, since we had successfully completed missions like it in the past with no problem. But after we had put out the fire, instead of having Bree speed us back to our helicopter, we walked back. Even though it was burned up, the island was breathtaking. Tall trees (though most were burnt down, some survived), vast mountain ranges, and endless rivers. Though when we got back to where we landed, we were not nearly as happy as we were a moment ago.

Adam's P.o.V.

"Alright, remain calm, it's just a normal day, and our helicopter it up in flames. Nothing to worry about. We're fine, we'll just call Mr. Davenport to come pick us up," I suggested.

"Um, Adam, our phones are in there," Chase said. Man, he just has to go and rain on my parade, doesn't he?

"What?!" Bree exclaimed. "My phone— is inside the burning helicopter?!" She almost fainted at that point. Yeah, that might be a problem.

Bree's P.o.V.

After we put out the fire in the helicopter, since it was getting dark we went scavenging for things to use to make a shelter. Chase went up a mountain, Adam is in the woods, and I'm currently searching the shorelines. Though all I've found so far is a few pieces of driftwood and a very cranky snapping turtle. Ow.

Being alone meant leaving me alone with my thoughts, which I usually enjoyed. The events of this day happened so quickly, I didn't have time to stop and process everything. I'm stranded on a deserted island with my two obnoxious brothers, with no way of getting home. Typical Tuesday.

My first concern wasn't how we would get home, I'll worry about that tomorrow. My first concern was how we would survive the night.

Maybe this seems crazy, but I sort of feel like this is my fault. If I had just sped my brothers and myself to the helicopter instead of walking, we could have gotten there in time to put out the fire in the helicopter. Then, we would have been able to repair it and we could go home. But no, I decided to take my time, and now we're stranded here.

"Ooh!" I exclaimed. I came across an abandoned sailboat. The wood was a little crumbly, but that meant it was easy for me to pull apart. I jumped back, on account of finding a large spider residing inside. I stepped back and let is crawl away, and watched it dig a hole in the sand. I shivered at thought of how many spiders could be down there. Well I guess it is nature.

I got back my work, pulling apart the boat. Eventually, I ended up with about twelve decent pieces of wood to use.

I took them back to our meeting place, which was a large rock (about half the size of a minivan) surrounded by trees and smaller rocks not too far from our helicopter. I leaned the wood against the rock and found a smooth place to sit, sheltering myself from the wind.

Satisfied with my work, I sat down and used a pumice stone to file my nails.

Adam's P.o.V.

Okay, I've got to stay focus- Hey look! A deer! No, stay focused. Stay focused…

I couldn't stay focused. All I could think about was how we got here. One minute we're putting out the fire, and the next we're on our own in the wild. When we got to our helicopter and found it on fire, I was about to freak. Though, I knew I couldn't for two reasons. One, I've worked up a reputation of being the positive one, so if I got upset, Bree and Chase would definitely freak out, and two, I'm the oldest. To me, being the oldest means that I have to stay strong for my younger siblings, because they look up to me and should be able to count on me for these types of situations. Not that we should get in situations like this too often.

This is my chance to show Chase and Bree that I am a responsible adult, and that I can handle things when I'm put in a tough position. I always knew I could prove myself, I just needed a moment.

After what felt like years of searching, I finally came across some slightly charred trees that had fallen over.

I went back to the helicopter to see if I could find anything sharp. Luckily, I found some tools that survived the fire: a screwdriver, a hammer, and an axe. I didn't think the screwdriver or the hammer would help me, so I left them, took the axe, and got to work.

I climbed up one of the skinnier trees and started hacking at it's limbs. I got five suitable branches and headed back to our meeting spot.

Chase's P.o.V

So in hindsight, volunteering to go up the mountain was probably a bad idea. The mountainside was an approximate forty degree slope, with trees and rocks to add to the problem. Maybe on my way down I could measure the slope in relation to the mountain's height to calculate the distance I traveled. Anything to keep my mind off the current situation. (A.N. I'm only in junior high, and I completely made that up, so does that make any sense to any skilled mathematicians out there?)

I know I can't avoid everything forever, but right now it's my best bet. I know a lot of facts, and some of those facts are about what happens to people who get stranded on desert islands. I don't want to think about any of us ever ending up there, so I'm choosing not to think about it. It's not a good way to handle this situation, but it'll do.

It was getting dark, and I'd searched most of the island with no luck. Hoping Adam and Bree found resources, I gave up. Considering I have a nearly photographic memory, finding my way to our meeting spot was easy. Now, finding a way back home, that will be a different story.

Okay, I know that was really short, and a little boring, and the ending was terrible, but that was sort of like a prologue but not really, and I just wanted to get the story set, so in the later chapters will make sense and I can actually get the story going. Also, I'm currently curled up in a blanket on my couch watching Zoey101 reruns (which I do not own), so I'm kind of on lazy mode, and I just want to get this up, I'll care more later I promise. I realize that I sound really lazy and I'm not making a good first impression of myself, but I promise the next chapters and others to come will be longer, and there will be more action and drama and comedy and whatever you want out of this. So I hope you stick around, it's going to get better. If you do stay, see ya soon!

-Meg❥