Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats. (If I did, they would've gotten the new mission suits a looong time ago)

A/N: This is my first story so I hope you enjoy it! And just so you know, my writing's probably not gonna follow the series very well. (For example, this is gonna be a lot less humorous than the show.)

Chapter 1: Prologue

I looked down at my baby girl. Our baby girl, thinking of the man to whom I'd pledged myself to not even six months ago. If anyone had told me three years ago that I'd be married at 18 to the Bionic of my dreams, living on the property of the house that gave me nightmares, and never having to see my birth mom again, I'd have used my-at that time- non-bionic strength to knock them cold.

Chase walked in at that time and wrapped his arms around my waist. "She's so beautiful," he whispered as we watched little Emma sleep, "just like her Mama."

"Adoptive Mama." I corrected as I started to drift back to my thoughts. "Tell me the story again," I begged, turning around to wrap my arms around his neck.

He smiled that 'I have no idea what you mean' smile and leaned down to kiss me.

"Which story?" He murmured, stopping playfully just inches from my face.

I closed the distance and whispered against his mouth, "Our story. From the beginning."

"As you wish, Bright Eyes." He complied, using the nickname that referred to my second favorite Bionic ability of mine. "But only if you come back to bed. Pretty please?"

I laughed softly so as not to disturb Emma. "You had me at 'Bright Eyes,' C.D." I turned to check on our little angel and headed for the door as my husband checked the baby monitor. "I still can't believe you talked me into keeping that monitor," he stated as we walked to the room just down the hall. "I can hear her breathing, crying, heck, I can even hear her heartbeat from here!"

I simply just got under the covers and sat against the head board of the bed. "Just shut up and start the story," I demanded as he crawled over to his side and stole a kiss on the way. He grinned and wrapped his feet in mine under the comforter that my foster brother, Marcus, (now married to Bree and therefore considered our brother-in-law) gave us as a wedding present.

"Very well mon chere."

"It's ma chere, ma chere."

"Ignoring that jab at my intellect and starting now..."

"Long ago in the kingdom of Davenportia, like two and a half years really, the evil genius Douglas plotted to take over..."

I drifted into my memories as the Cutie of a Super Computer I'd fallen so hard for wove the tale of how I came into the world of bionic teens and- more importantly- the Davenports.

A/N: So this is just the Prologue. (duh) If you have any comments, or helpful criticism let me know! I'm gonna wait to see if this story gets any good in your opinions before I continue. Please review cuz I have practically the whole story mapped out. Thanks! CUS!