Bree stormed into the lab, yelling "Adam! Chase! What did you bozos do with my history project?" This was the fourth time the props for her project on Thomas Edison had gone missing, and she was sick of having to scour the mansion for them. "I mean it!" she shouted. "It's due tomo-"

Bree froze in place, falling silent midsentence. In front of her was her older brother Adam and a young man who looked to be in his twenties, the two of them appearing to be bickering. Her heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds; the stranger was gorgeous. He was tall and lean, with chiseled features and spikey brown hair, his eyes bright.

The stranger and Adam stopped squabbling and looked to her, the stranger saying "Bree! Perfect! Quick – who's taller?" before they were standing back to back.

Bree was struck dumb for a second, but when what he had said registered, she grew confused. "Who are you? And how do you know my name?" she asked shyly.

Adam and the stranger stepped away from each other, sharing a look before the young adult broke into laughter, followed by Adam.

"She doesn't recognize me!" the stranger wheezed.

Much to Bree's confusion and hurt, they kept laughing. But slowly Adam stopped laughing, his face growing serious. "Wait – I don't recognize you either."

The stranger also stopped laughing, shooting the oldest bionic a look. Turning to Bree, he asked "Are you serious? Come on – how could you not recognize me?"

"I've never seen you before in my life," she said, shifting uncomfortably. She studied him a little more to see if something would ring a bell. He did look mildly familiar – she wondered if she might have seen him modeling something in a magazine? She immediately discarded the idea; sure he was good looking, but he wasn't that handsome. She decided that she couldn't have seen him at school either, because surely she would have noticed him. That, and he looked too old to be in high school.

"Bree, we see each other every day," the stranger said, gesturing to himself to encourage her memory.

Bree only shook her head, at a loss for words.

The stranger just chuckled, saying "Here's a clue: guess what? Who are you calling a lady golfer now, huh? Ha!"

Bree's eyes grew wide, and her jaw dropped. "Chase? Chase Davenport? Chase Davenport, my little brother?!" she exclaimed.

"The one and only," he said with a mock bow. "And I'm not so little anymore!" he added with a silly grin.

Bree reexamined him, still wondering if this was a prank. But now that she knew this was her brother, she could see the Chase she knew in this new version as clear as day. He had the same semi-pointy nose, the same hair, the same eyes, the same posture (despite being at least five inches taller), the same nasally voice (though noticeably lower now), and most certainly the same nerdy, arrogant personality. She wondered how she could have ever thought he was attractive; she shuddered just at the thought.

"B-but, how?" she sputtered.

"Mr. Davenport has been working on an invention called the Transjuvenator, a device that will allow him to remain young for forever – it's in essence, a fountain of youth," Chase explained. "But even Mr. Davenport hasn't cracked the key to life yet, so the device only gives you the appearance of being young. I did a little tinkering with it, adding a second pathway through the frabrilitator, allowing the energy to have the reverse effect when you press the right button, making you look older rather than younger."

Bree just blinked, asking "Why?"

"Why do you think?" Chase asked with a scowl. "You guys are always making fun of me for my height –"

"And lady-like qualities," Adam pitched in.

Chase shot him a glare, continuing "and for being in the middle of puberty, and I figured that you wouldn't tease me once I was older, so I decided to be older."

Bree just groaned, turning away from the two of them. She needed to get away from this – it was freaking her out. Not to mention that she was completely humiliated by her initial reaction; she was certain that she'd be scarred for life.

"Wait! Bree, tell us who's taller!" Adam called, but Bree ignored him, speeding away upstairs. Adam and Chase looked at each other, Adam saying "I'm pretty sure I'm still taller than you."

"No way! You only wish you were still taller than me," Chase argued. His face brightened, and he said "As height increases, so does relative strength… I wonder how strong I am now."

"Let's find out," Adam said smugly, and they locked their arms to arm wrestle, and on the count of three, they began. But no sooner had they started, Adam slammed Chase's arm down, saying "Ha! I'm still a hundred times stronger than you!"

"I'm still a hundred times stronger than you," Chase mocked in a whiney voice. In his (now lower) normal voice, he said "Take the chip out, and I bet I could beat you then."

"Somehow, I highly doubt that," Adam said.

"Oh yeah? Are you sure about that?" Chase challenged.

"Yeah, pretty much," Adam said in all seriousness. "Guess what else I can still do with you?"

"What?" Chase asked warily.

"Bionic brother toss!"

"Ohhh no, stay away from me, Adam!" Chase cried out, but Adam had already caught hold of him.

"It's not as fun throwing you down here – let's go upstairs so I can see if I can still get you over the kitchen counter," Adam said, flipping Chase over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before walking out of the lab.


AN: Alright, Asori is back in (story-posting) action! Oh, by the way, hi everybody :)

I know there are a lot of stories out there playing with the age of the Lab Rats, but I think you all can see that already mine is a little different(ish). There are plenty of twists and turns, and I hope you all enjoy it!

A little more about the story: it is rated a low K, it's full to the brim with 'family fluff', it takes place in the third season before You Posted What?, and there are certainly more characters than listed. And despite what some of you may be thinking, there is no romance. Nada. The entire purpose of this story is to make you guys laugh to death - well, not literally. But it is my goal to make ya crack at least a smile every chapter, so feel free to laugh!

Also, I will continue using my posting schedule from Spiked Out - a new chapter will be posted every other day. Unless I go missing or mysteriously die, I will stick to this regime with all of my stories.

One last quick note: my newest Spike story is coming along great - I'm super excited to continue writing it, finish it, and share it! I have decided that Spike is the character that is the most fun for me to write - y'all should try it sometime, it's awesome :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats or any of the characters, just the plot.

Stay tuned for Chapter 2!