Hi everyone, it's Crescent Moon Dancer. :) I'm moving all my Lab Rats and Kickin' It fics to this account, (read my profile if you wanna know why,) so that's why you're seeing this story again. XD It's the same as before, ha ha. (Even the author's note at the bottom has not been touched. XD)

Bree walked up the driveway to the Davenport mansion, a very pronounced spring in her step. Cosmic Cosmetics had released a line of limited-edition lipsticks earlier that week - the cosmetic shop at the Mission Creek Mall had received a shipment that morning, with only a hundred tubes of each color. Bree and Caitlin had gone with some of the other girls from school at opening time and managed to snag some of their favorites before they were gone forever.

She meandered up to the front door, her eyes glued to the phone in her hand. She and Caitlin had been texting back and forth for over half an hour, discussing the merits of purple lipstick versus fuchsia or red, and she paused on the threshold to pull her tube of exclusive, scarlet lipstick out of her pocket. "Hello beautiful," she said with a beaming smile, then let herself into the house.

"Ah...ah...ah-CHOO!"

Chase ducked swiftly behind the cyberdesk, gritting his teeth as he whacked his forehead on the way down. "Adam!" he yelled. "Can't you stop shooting lasers for two minutes?!"

"Sorry Chase," his older brother said, his deep voice even deeper from his head cold. "I can't help it; when I sneeze, my heat vision activates. I guess it's a glitch." Chase sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Maybe you should get in your capsule," he suggested in a carefully controlled voice. Adam frowned.

"Why?" he demanded pettishly, blowing his nose.

"Because," Chase answered through gritted teeth, "you keep sneezing. And when you sneeze, you shoot your heat vision at me. So maybe you should get into your indestructible capsule, so that when you sneeze, I'm not in danger of being zapped!" The oldest bionic grinned at his irate brother.

"Sorry Chasey," he said flippantly. "I guess I'm one of those horrible guys that likes tormenting helpless little girls." His younger brother gave him his specialized "Chase-glare" before turning back to the cyberdesk.

"Well, Bree's not here, so why don't you get in your capsule?" he said pointedly.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about Bree," Adam replied, that infuriatingly vacant smile still on his face. "Bree's not helpless; I was talking about you." He shook his head in wonder. "And you say I'm the dumb one."

Chase propped his elbows on the desk, massaging his still-throbbing forehead. There was just no point in arguing with Adam; you could completely reverse his arguments and insults and throw them back in his face, but he was simply too dense to get it.

Resigning himself to several hours of laser-dodging, Chase turned his attention back to the atom scrambler he was constructing. "Hey, could you pass me the precision pliers?" he asked, his eyes firmly fixed on the sparking innards of the half-formed scrambler.

"Get them yourself, you're the one with the Force app," Adam responded. His eyes were firmly fixed on the cup of cocoa in his hand, and he was busy poking the marshmallows that were bobbing within - they just wouldn't sink!

His younger brother rolled his eyes, mentally praying for patience. "It's not a Force app, it's molecularkenisis," he said, for what he calculated to be the four-hundred and eighty-ninth time. He returned his attention to the atom scrambler with a silent sigh and lifted his right hand, still focused on the exposed tangle of wires in the incomplete device. On the other side of the room, the pliers rose into the air, hovering a moment before whizzing over to Chase - just as the lab doors hissed open and Bree walked in, an open tube of rare lipstick in her hand.

Bree stepped out the elevator, uncapping her new lipstick as she did so. She couldn't wait to show off her loot to her brothers - not that they'd be interested in girly stuff like that, but she needed to show someone.

As the lab doors slid open with their customary hiss, something came shooting at her from off on the left, and she let out an involuntary shriek as whatever it was struck her hand. The cosmetic tube went flying before hitting the wall and falling to the floor, scattering it's mushy, broken contents all over the floor.

Bree stared in shock at the mess, tears of disappointment and anger threatening to well up and spill over. She looked up at Chase, who was glancing between her, the pliers, and her ruined lipstick, putting two and two together.

"Oops," he said quietly. Adam was staring between them with the wide-eyed, slack-jawed expression that Chase liked to call his "surprised donkey look".

"Uhhhhh-ohhhhh," he drawled, clearly horrified. He pointed at the mess on the floor, still looking like a surprised donkey. "Chase just broke Bree's lip goop!" His youngest sibling shot him a brief, irritated glare before turning back to their speechless sister.

"Sorry," he said contritely. He couldn't understand why Bree would be looking so upset about a tube of lipstick, but then, who could fathom girls? Even if one was the smartest person on the planet? Anyway, he didn't mean to spoil it.

Bree mouthed for a moment like a landed fish, apparently unable to form coherent words. "Do you KNOW what you just did?" she finally exploded, her voice going shrill. "That was a limited edition Cosmic Cosmetic lipstick! There were only one hundred available, and now you've ruined it!" She raised furious brown eyes to her disgruntled brother. "Why do you have to ruin everything you come into contact with?" she yelled. Chase looked indignant.

"It was an accident!" he exclaimed. "And it's Leo and Adam who constantly mess things up!"

"Hey!" Adam scowled. "I do no...ah...aht...ah-CHOO!" Twin lasers shot from his eyes, frying Bree's phone where it lay unsuspecting on Leo's desk. He stared at the smoking device a minute, seeming to realize from the expression on his sister's face that he'd just committed a big no-no.

"Oooooops," he said, trying to match his tone to Chase's. He looked up at Bree, grimacing apologetically.

The only Davenport girl stood staring between the pieces of cosmetic on the floor and her wrecked phone, looking like she'd swallowed a jetpack. Chase barely had time to register his relief that she wasn't infected with the hard-drive virus that he'd gotten from fighting the Incapacitator before his sister lost it.

"Look what you've done!" She snatched up what was left of her phone, staring at it in disbelief before tossing it down and glaring furiously at her brothers. "I hate you - both of you!" she yelled furiously. "Why can't you ever let me have anything without wrecking it?" Adam and Chase both opened their mouths to reply, but their sister ranted on, oblivious. "Everything I care about - everything - you two or Leo have destroyed! If I keep living with you losers, there's going to be nothing left in the world that I care about!" Spinning on her heel, she stormed out of the lab, disappearing behind the steel doors of the elevator.

Adam stared after her, a wounded expression on his face. "That was a bit harsh," he remarked.

His younger brother didn't say anything. He didn't need to. The hurt in his eyes was enough.

Hiya, my awesome readers! :D I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of my latest fic. The idea came to me in the shower the other night - I get so tired of Bree treating her brothers like dirt, so I decided to punish her a bit. }:) Hopefully more will be coming soon, especially if I get reviews saying people liked it. (Hint hint)

And yes, I just now realized that I was envisioning them in the first lab here, but Chase didn't get incapacitated (see what I did there? XD) 'til the third season. (Eddy: AAAWWWWK-WAAARRRD! :D Me: *Smashes his screen*) So...I guess this could be considered slightly AU, because I really want that fluffy little bit about Chase being glad his sister is safe. XD It makes Bree seem even more evil. }:l