Hello there. As you can see from my username, I'm ShyMusic. Anyways, first Lab Rats story, here it is.

So, this takes place after the episode Avalanche, and I know the idea is a bit cliché, but I wanted to write it, so I did. If you would like a second part, just leave a review saying so, and I'll see what I can do. For now though, it's a one shot.

Enjoy, and remember, reviews makes an author's day :) See you all around!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats or its Characters.

Chase

Chase couldn't help it. He was once again, for the third time that week, standing in front of the bathroom mirror. He wasn't one who was overly concerned about how he looked, but yet, he couldn't help but stare at his reflection.

He also couldn't help but study his features. His skin shade, his hazel eyes, his spiked up hair… he swallowed. He then shook his head, but that didn't clear his thoughts. Chase couldn't help but think about how much he looked like Douglas. (He refused to acknowledge the man who created him as his father.)

In his mind, fathers don't kidnap their children, fathers don't hurt them, and fathers defiantly don't consider their children weapons.

Chase teared his eyes away from the mirror. He proceeded to stare at the marble tiles that made up the floor. He despised how clean the floor was; because he could still see his reflection.

Calm yourself Chase… there is nothing to worry about…

His words to himself didn't sound very reassuring.

Chase sat on the floor, not worrying about anyone busting in. His siblings were in the Lab, Adam and Bree training without him, and Leo probably watching them with awe and amazement. Mr. Davenport decided that today he would focus on the 'physical' abilities, leaving Chase an hour to himself. That also left him a lot of thinking to himself.

"Alright guys, today we will be focusing on super strength and speed." Mr. Davenport said grinning.

Chase frowned. "Then what will I be doing?"

"Oh… you can play with your molecular kinesis or something. Or you can go upstairs"

"Yeah, stand back flash glue. Hustle and Muscle are taking the simulator by storm today"

"See you later, lady golfer!"

"Awesome! I get to see real super heroes at work!"

Chase threw his head back, hitting his head on the cream colored wall with a small thump. Why couldn't he participate in training? He was helpful! He was mission leader! Chase sighed; apparently, that title meant nothing to his family, especially his siblings.

Chase's head lolled to the side, making his eyes meet a picture on top of the drawer where they kept extra toothpaste, toilet paper and soap. He meets the faces of his family members, as well as his own. The picture was taken the first day he meet Leo, during the party they threw. Adam and Bree in the back, him and his step brother in the front. He couldn't help but remember how close him, Adam and Bree were before that day; now all they seem to do is tease and hurt him. He also noticed the way his hair was before; long and parted at the sides.

Now… it looked just like Douglas'.

He couldn't help but cringe.

Chase bowed his head in shame. Even though there was no one with him, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Because whether or not he wanted to admit it, he was more like Douglas than everyone thought.

Chase groaned. See? This is why he should be in training! He wouldn't be having these thoughts if he was busy! But he knew he was wrong (something else that made him cringe); he would have thought about this either way, whether or not he was in training. The similarities between him and Douglas were uncanny; and to notice, it was inevitable.

Chase knew that they both had the same thoughts. Both have the same insecurities, the same desires. The craving to be respected, to be noticed, to be appreciated.

They both know how it feels to be ignored and used. To have an older sibling's shadow over them. To be teased in such a way where it wasn't just teasing anymore. They both feel the need to prove themselves, to prove that they're worth something.

That's the only reason he went to Antarctica by himself in the first place, after all.

Chase's heart increased mildly in speed remembering how it felt to be under the thick ice and snow. He remembered how he thought it was all over, dying because of his own stupidity, despite being the smartest human on earth. (That would have been incredibly ironic and embarrassing, it gave him shivers just thinking about it) He also remembered the shock of seeing his creator's face on the other side of a thin sleet of ice.

He winced, remembering the disappointment he felt not even two hours after the whole incident; and his siblings ignoring him once again, that is, until they went back to teasing him.

Anger coursed through his veins at the thought. If only his siblings considered how Chase could have accepted Douglas' offer. If they only knew what he had been offered; the ability to be Strong, Fast and Smart. How powerful he could have been; how mesmerizing.

That image in his brain instantly faltered. How could he think like that?! He scolded himself mentally. These were his siblings, his family! Flesh and blood over lapped any sense of power…

Right?

"Still though…" He thought, "I wonder-

He jumped at a sudden beeping noise coming from his wrist, and he darted his eyes towards his watch

5:00… training time is over. Might as well get up now

He only had time to get to his feet before he heard banging on the door.

"Hurry up, Dork! I need to use the washroom!"

"Chase! I have a date with Owen in half an hour! I left my nailpolish in there!"

"Ms. Davenport!"

Ignoring the bangs coming from the other side, he looked one last time in the mirror, and ran a hand through his hair.

His hazel orbs stared right back at him

Maybe you were onto something Douglas…maybe you were right…