Lo, and behold! Another Chasey's Feels Fanfic! The fangirl army just begged me to do it :3 And at first I was at loss for ideas, but then I had a dream. Yep, an actual dream, based off Lab Rats. Don't be all 'whoa', I've had actual fanfiction dreams about Billy Unger, too! Don't judge. But be free to classify moi as a crazy fangirl!

A little head about this story, though- it's incredibly OOC. So you have been warned! Also, on a slightly lesser note, it has a LOT of OCs. But most of them have very brief roles. Entire family involved, takes place somewhere between the episodes 'Taken' to 'Three Minus Bree'. Douglas is still good, but Mr. Davenport hasn't come to his senses just yet. Yada, yada, yada, let' s get on with it! A random fangirl from my army pleaded to do the disclaimer, so here it is!

Random Fangirl: RissA15 doesn't own Lab Rats or any of its characters. She only owns the OCs in this story and the plot! Woo! I love Lab Rats! Especially Chase-

Okay, I'm just gonna cut her off and start to save you all a fangirl rant. They never stop once they start...


A strong wind decided to violently flow against the direction four teenagers were walking in. The boys, which alone made up seventy-five percent of the group, squinted their eyes and wrapped their arms around themselves. The lone girl, surprisingly, didn't even attempt to fix her hair, which wasn't needed anyway, and neither did she squint her eyes as much as the boys. One of the boys, though, rushed his hand to his hair in order to protect it from the wind.

"You can't protect what's already spoiled, Chase," laughed a dark haired boy, who was the tallest of them. Chase, the one being referred to, just shook his head and ignored the comment. Bree, the girl, and Leo, the rather destructive boy, grinned. Leo would laugh at any joke that wasn't targeted at him, which was rare, but not as rare as the ones directed at Chase, and Bree just took it as minor siblings teasing.

Chase, on the other hand, even though to others it appeared like he just shrugged it off, had taken the seemingly harmless joke as a direct shot into him. Even though this wasn't anything out of the blue, the frequency of it had clawed deeper and deeper into him, until he finally broke and started taking things to the heart. He didn't mean to start caring about the little insults, but they focused on his actions, personality, and appearance so much, that he actually got very self conscious, and his self esteem lowered by hundreds.

They used to make fun of his hair before, since it was longer and he kept it down. So he got a haircut and spiked up his hair. But it seemed to be even more ridiculed now. They pelted him with jabs, tormented him mentally, and didn't realize how much it actually hurt him. Just a little bit of sibling rivalry, they thought. Nothing more. Nothing meaningful.

They could find everything that was wrong with him at one glance. But the compliments were scarce. They never noticed his eyes, the twinkle in them when he smiled. How green and brown melted together in a perfect combination to create a lovely hazel glow in his irises. They say that the first thing a person notices when they see us is our eyes. But no, not with Chase. The first thing others notice with him was his short structure, his supposedly ridiculous spiked up hair, and his genuine interests, though others found them weird rather than unique.

A flash of hurt visibly crossed Chase's eyes, yet no one bothered to notice it, and they kept fighting the wind, which seemed to be leading an unfair battle.

"So is this how it feels like when you're super speeding?" A question was asked, but since it pointed towards his sister, he kept his head lowered, trying to look like he didn't care about the previous comment made by his elder brother. But he had to admit, we was glad when the only member of the family younger than him, Leo, changed the course of the conversation.

"Yep. You should know since you almost reshaped my back when you used me as your personal taxi." Bree glared at Leo at the last part.

"Are you still on that?"

"You brought it up."

Chase diverted his attention from the two bickering step siblings.

And then a ringing noise went off in Chase's ears. It caught him by surprise, and he was about to give out a yelp, but he contained his cool, and ignored the fact that he heard it many more times as loud than everyone else, and it caught him off guard. Luckily, he wasn't the only one who heard the noise, and everyone's eyes went to Chase's pocket. Everyone except Chase, whose mind was still contemplating what was going on, which was pretty much unusual for the most intelligent person in the world. Not to mention that he hears everything about five times louder than everyone else.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" came Adam, the mocker's voice.

Chase finally caught on to what the sound was- an urgent mission alert. "Urgent Mission Alert," he simply replied, and muted the sound. "we should probably hurry."

Saying no more, he quickened his pace, the action followed by all of his siblings, except for Bree who immediately super-sped off to avoid carrying her brothers there.


"What's the mission?" asked Bree, when she was sure that her voice was audible till the end of the tunnel. The four passed the threshold of the tunnel and entered the lab.

"Oh, you're right on time. I think this will explain it all," Their adoptive father/uncle, Mr. Davenport, said.

The buildings were either half smashed, vandalized, or even burnt. The remains were scattered on the ground, which was uneven and covered with shards of glass, pieces of concrete, and various other items. There was not a point in the whole island, which was seemingly small, that was safe from whatever disaster had struck there. But there was no life in sight of the destruction.

"...What are we looking at, again?" asked Bree. Chase would have explained it to her, if Mr. Davenport hadn't opened his mouth before he got a chance.

"This is an unknown island. There were no records of its existence. It was untraceable by all means, and no satellite had ever tracked it down. It's situated in the Pacific Ocean, and no knowledge of it was ever known until the sea cyclone yesterday," Mr. Davenport paused and glanced at Chase. Chase's eye had a twinkle in them, which was always a little brighter and bigger when somebody said something he possessed knowledge of. "The cyclone had attracted many scientists and explorers alike, and it lead them to the discovery of the island. But research showed that the damage was recent, and its cause was the cyclone. The area is still too dangerous for further exploration into the island, so I'm sending in you three. Any sign of extreme danger, and you come back immediately. I don't want you to take any chances."

"Then why are you sending them?" questioned Leo.

"Because, Leo. How awesome would it be to gain knowledge of a mysterious, dark island which nobody else knows about?" he replied, excitement shining in his voice.

Leo thought about it for about three seconds. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go, get changed into your armor!"

"Mission suits."

"Whatever!"

Leo urged them to their capsules, and they hurriedly got in to their respective ones. A light flashed through each of the glass tubes, and, almost as quick as Bree's running, they were changed into their mostly black protective gear, or as they like to call them- mission suits.

"Alright. I've sent the co-ordinates to Chase. You guys can take my high-speed helicopter. Just land it safely." A couple of eye rolls targeted at Donald's over-possessiveness were taken place, before the bionic superheroes exited the lab through the tunnel.


"Do you think the island has any mysterious secrets of some sort?" Adam's voice traveled through his siblings' ears.

"An island which had no record of its existence ever made was discovered because of a natural disaster, and according to reports it used to be a city. No, I don't think there's anything suspicious about it."

Chase rolled his eyes. Sarcasm directed towards the stupid questions of his siblings somehow made him feel a little better, knowing that he possessed more knowledge- and seemingly more common sense- than everyone else. Well, maybe that's how the world works. Being mean to others helps you overcome the sadness of someone being mean to you. It was an endless cycle, and not the most appreciated, but it wasn't going to stop anytime soon, so everyone might as well go with it.

The hazel-eyed boy put his focus back to the front, where the sight of a highly damaged island met his eyes. He scanned the area for a clearing, and found one that wasn't to near the shore, nor too high up. He carefully guided the helicopter and landed it.

"We're here."

They looked around. There was nothing much to see, except for destruction, and an island full of that.

Adam and Bree stepped out first. They briefly examined their surroundings.

"It's all clear," signaled Bree.

"Are you sure there aren't any animals? Davenport will kill us if any creatures come and make the helicopter their home," Chase replied. He could have used his heat signature detector, except that sometimes he just forgot he had it.

"Yes, I'm sure, Chase! Now get your smart ass down here!"

"Okay, okay! Hold your horses,"

Chase looked one last time around him, and stepped out of the copter. He stared at the sight in front of him. It looked highly disturbing from up in the air, but up close it was even more disturbing.

"See anything?" Chase asked his siblings, while doing a little spying on his own.

"Nothing but debris everywhere. So far, I haven't even seen a single insect or animal," replied Bree.

"There's no fresh water anywhere either," answered Adam.

"That's strange..." Chase started. His siblings followed his gaze, which was hard on the ground. Chase bent down to his knees, and examined at what looked like a footprint. "There's no life anywhere, but there are footprints,"

He followed the tracks, which lead to more footprints, each of different kinds. They were leading inland.

"Maybe we'll have more luck if we go deeper. Come on," he ushered the two other super humans to follow him.

"You know what else is strange? There are no bodies, blood, bones or any remains either," noted Bree.

Chase looked around to confirm it, and it was true. There were no remains, and they had no idea to support if anyone, or anything, actually lived on the island, except for the footprints and the destroyed city.

He then adjusted his com set to give his first mission report.

"Mr. Davenport. Come in. Mr. Davenport?" What the heck? His siblings noticed the look of confusion on his face.

"What's wrong?" asked Adam, frowning.

"Guys, check your ear pieces. Are you getting any signal?" The confused looks the other two had after they checked confirmed his suspicions.

"We're cut off from the lab. Should be go back? You know, for safety," offered Adam.

"No. Just because we don't have Davenport or Leo to guide us, doesn't mean that we can't still complete the mission. We are bionic super humans, after all," Chase shared his optimism through defiance. "Let's just keep walking. Enter any intelligence into your voice recorders." Chase clutched at the voice recorder on his fist with his other hand.

Adam and Bree nodded. Chase knew what he was doing. He is mission leader, after all, right? They'll be alright, as long as they stick together.


Sorry for the crappy ending. So, will they be alright? Yes? No? Well, not to spoil it or anything, but this story would be boring if they didn't get in trouble :P Later!