Okay, so this is based on the Lab Rats abilities that affect their senses! Remember that old saying "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil?" Well, the first chapter is about Adam's heat vision. Enjoy See No Evil. (Oh, and let's pretend that whole thing in Quarantined when Davenport used some sort of laser pointer to fix Adam's vision never happened, okay?)


See No Evil

"Hey, come back here!"Adam yelled. "Give me back my ePod!"

"I'm only borrowing it because Mr. Davenport took mine!" Bree called, hurrying away from Adam. "I'll only have it for an hour tops!"

"Give me back my ePod!" Adam demanded again, ignoring Bree's explanation. He shot a beam of red heat at Bree, barely missing her. She whipped around, ready to protest, but froze when she saw that his eyes were still glowing red.

"Bree?" Adam started. "What's wrong?"

"Your eyes are still red," she told him. "Aren't you going to shoot?"

"Nah," Adam said with a grin. "I'm good."

"Adam, turn to your left," Bree commanded, an idea forming in her mind. "And then shoot your laser away from me."

Adam did what Bree said, burning a hole in Davenport's new chair. When he looked back at Bree, she was glad to see that his eyes were back to their normal brown.

"Bree? Bree!" Adam said, panicking.

"What's wrong?" Bree asked, exasperated. What could it possibly be this time?

"Oh, haha, very funny Bree," Adam taunted. "Turn the lights back on."

Bree frowned. "Um, Adam, I never turned them off."

Adam's eyes flickered around before he screamed. "HELP! I CAN'T SEE! BREE, HELP!"

Bree super-speeded out of the lab and found Mr. Davenport in the living room with Tasha. She didn't waste any time explaining the situation to him; she just grabbed his arm and super-speeded back to the lab. Adam had started to walk around, bumping into everything.

"Bree? Bree, where did you go? Where are you? Where am I?" Adam asked, hoping Bree was still in the lab.

"Adam?" Mr. Davenport asked. "Can you see?"

"No," Adam answered worriedly. "I know I'm not the smartest person in the room, but is it normal to lose your sight?"

Mr. Davenport sighed. "What were you doing right before you lost your vision?"

Adam grimaced. "I burned your chair because Bree said my eyes were red and she told me to face away and shoot a laser. Then everything went dark. Can you fix me? I can't see!"

"We've established that," Mr. Davenport stated. "I think I know what's wrong. Your heat vision burned the retinas and corneas in your eyes. It'll take me a day or two, but I should be able to fix it."

"So I'm going to be blind for a day or two?!" Adam demanded. "I can't see where I'm going. How can I find my way around?"

"Chase can show him around," Bree suggested. "He's trained in helping disabled people. Remember that course he finished in two days on disabilities? I think he knows like five different forms of sign language."

"That's a great idea, Bree," Mr. Davenport said. He instructed her to find Chase and bring him down to the lab. While she was gone, Mr. Davenport helped Adam into a chair.

"Whoa . . ." Chase grumbled as he and Bree came to a stop in the lab. "Next time, warn me before you super-speed me anywhere."

"That doesn't matter!" Adam said. "Bree said you could help me, so help!"

"Help with what?" Chase asked, walking over to his brother. "Wait, why aren't you looking at me? I'm right in front of you."

"I'm blinded by the light," Adam sang off key. "And Bree said you could help," he added in a normal voice.

"Can someone explain?" Chase asked. Mr. Davenport sighed.

"Adam's heat vision burned his retinas and corneas, and it will take about one-ish day for me to figure out how to fix it. Until then, you've got to take care of him."

"Okay," Chase said. "Does anyone have any duck tape?"

"Ha ha," Adam said sarcastically. "Hey, can someone help me to my capsule? I think I'll take a nap."

"Good idea, Adam," Mr. Davenport said. "Maybe if you rest your eyes they'll heal quicker."

"No I just wanted a nap," Adam stated stupidly. "Where's my capsule?"

Adam stood up and started stumbling over to the end of the lab with Chase's help. The smaller teen wasn't looking forward to taking care of his brother, but he was the only one qualified enough to take care of a blind person.

After everyone was sure Adam would be safe in his capsule, Chase was instructed to stay in the lab in case Adam woke up. Chase grumbled about it, but he figured he might as well take care of his brother. He couldn't let Bree or, god forbid, Leo take care of a blind teenage guy who had a habit of crashing into things.

Chase waved to Bree, Davenport, and Leo as they hopped into the elevator and left the lab. Now all Chase could do was wait for Adam to wake up. What fun.


The next day was Monday. It was just their luck that they would have to go to school the day after Adam lost his sight. Chase walked with Adam wherever he went, though he commented on the way to school that he felt like one of those Seeing Eye dogs or a "Seeing Eye Chase" as Leo had joked. But that was how Chase felt.

All during school, people kept asking what was wrong with Adam. They kept asking why he had on the darkest sunglasses anyone had ever seen and they asked why Chase had to stop him from running into the lockers. But every question that was asked was ignored.


When they got home that afternoon, Chase took Adam down into the lab where Davenport was hard at work. Adam was looking –figuratively, anyway –forward to getting his sight back, while Chase just wanted to get rid of his tag-along.

"Oh, you guys are here already," Davenport said, looking over his shoulder at his two sons.

"Have you figured it out yet?" Adam near-begged. Chase wanted to add onto it, but he didn't get the chance because Davenport told them what was going on.

"I haven't fixed it yet," he told Adam. "It should be done by tomorrow morning, though. Can you survive tonight without breaking anything?"

Adam nodded. Yeah, he was pretty sure he could survive until tonight without breaking anything. At least, he thought so. Chase, however, wasn't so sure. He knew how clumsy his brother could be when he could actual see, so add a disability to Adam and you'd end up with a mess.

After Davenport told Adam and Chase to go watch TV or something –to which Adam made a comment along the lines of "I can't see" –he turned back to his project. He had to get Adam his sight back.

Upstairs, after Chase had led Adam through the elevator and into the living room, Leo was waiting with a plate of gummy frogs topped with whipped cream, Adam's favorite.

"What's this?" Adam asked when Leo handed him the plate.

"You're favorite snack," Leo told him. "I figured since you've got a disability, I'd be nice."

Adam thanked Leo before digging in, making a mess of the whole thing. Leo stepped out of the splatter zone, leaving Chase to get covered with whipped cream and gummy frogs. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to give that to Adam after all.

"Thanks buddy!" Adam told Leo after he gulped down the last chewy frog. He reached out to where he thought Leo was and pulled him into a hug. Unfortunately, it wasn't Leo Adam hugged. It was the toaster.

"Um, Adam? I'm over here," Leo said from about two feet to the blind teen's left. "You're hugging a toaster."

Adam laughed at his own stupidity and let go of the toaster before grabbing Leo in a hug. "Thanks buddy."

Chase managed to pry Adam off of Leo –who Adam had nearly strangled –and made him go sit on the couch. Two out of the three boys watched TV for a while, whereas Adam just listened to the TV.

"This isn't fun," he complained about ten minutes into the show. "What can I do that I don't need to see to do it?"

Chase thought about it for a few seconds. "You could listen to music," he suggested.

"Ooh, good idea! Quick, someone get my Justin Bieber CD!" Adam said cheerfully. When nothing but silence followed he continued with "Hey, just because most people don't like him anymore doesn't mean I have to follow the crowd."

Chase just shook his head before making his way down to the lab and finding Adam's CD. Davenport looked up from the machine he was working on for Adam and asked why Chase wanted to listen to Justin Bieber, to which Chase replied "It's for Adam." That seemed to be enough answer for Mr. Davenport because he turned back to his project.

When Chase finally got back up to the living room, he froze in shock. The whole place was a mess. The table was broken, the couch was flipped, and the chandelier was on the floor. Leo was standing in the middle of the mess, hands covering his eyes. Chase strode across the room and shook Leo out of his state.

"What happened?" he asked, looking at the carnage around him. "And where's Adam?"

Leo shrugged. "Adam just freaked out and started destroying everything. I couldn't stop him."

Chase sighed. "I honestly hadn't expected him to do this. Now we've got to find him."

"Good luck with that," Leo told Chase before running out, heading far, far away. He really didn't want to find Adam when there was a possibility that he could get hurt.

Chase headed upstairs to find Adam wandering aimlessly through the hallway. He rushed over to his brother and managed to stop him from running into a table where a very delicate vase was sitting.

"Whoa!" Chase yelled when Adam tried to take a swing at him. "What was that for?"

"Sorry," Adam apologized, trying to find Chase by the sound of his voice. "I didn't know it was you. Where am I?"

"You're in the upstairs hallway," Chase told him. "Now come on, let's go back downstairs and clean up the living room before Tasha sees and has a freak out."

Too late, Chase thought as he led Adam into the living room. Tasha was standing in the middle of the wreckage, her jaw dropped.

"LEO!" she yelled. "What did you do?!"

Leo came rushing into the living room. "I didn't do it! Adam did!"

"I didn't mean to!" Adam protested. "Wait, do what?"

Tasha glared at Adam, a gesture that was lost on the blind teen. "What do you mean, do what? Adam, do you not see my living room? It looks like a tornado came through here!"

"I can't see," Adam stated simply.

"You can't see it? Are you blind? Adam, just look at this mess!"

"I can't," he tried again. "My heat vision blinded me. I can't see."

"It's true," Chase added before Tasha could say anything else. "He really can't see. I'm shocked the house is still standing."

Tasha was torn between yelling at Adam and pulling him into a comforting hug. What should she do? Tasha decided to do neither, instead asking for Chase and Leo to help her clean and telling Adam to go sit down at the counter. Chase had to guide him there, but once Adam was sitting down, the other three got to cleaning.


An hour later, Adam had started amusing himself by spinning on the bar stool. Who knew it was still so much fun when he couldn't see? But before Adam could spin for another rotation, Mr. Davenport came running into the kitchen and gave his signature 'I did it' cackle.

"I did it!" he said, throwing his arms up into the air. "I made a machine that will fix Adam's vision."

"Well what are we waiting for?" Chase asked, striding across the room and grabbing Adam's arm. "Let's fix his sight."

"Yeah I wanna see again," Adam added.

Everyone made their way to the lab –Adam stumbling the whole way –and once they were there Mr. Davenport told Adam what to do.

"Okay Adam, go get inside your capsule, Leo, help him get in there. Chase, come here and help me get this thing set up, and Tasha, you . . . just stay there."

Once everyone had gotten done what Davenport had told them to, he reached over and hit the button on the console. What he hadn't told anyone was that if he hadn't done it right, Adam would never see again. But besides that, he should be fine.

A bright light flashed from inside Adam's capsule, bright enough to blind anyone who looked at it dead on. But no one was looking at the capsule; everyone had enough sense to look away.

About twenty seconds later, the light died, revealing Adam standing calmly in his capsule. He stepped out, holding tightly onto the door. Everyone peered at him hopefully, wondering if he was okay.

Adam blinked slowly, looking around the lab. A huge smile broke out across his face.

"I can see!" he called cheerfully.

Everyone cheered, happy that the oldest teen had gotten his sight back. As everyone walked over and grabbed Adam in a group hug, they were all glad that Adam was okay and everything was back to normal.

It was one big happy family, but would it be happy for long?


And so ends part one of my Lab Rats three-shot! Okay, so since this was about Adam, next up will be about Chase! His is actually the one I'm looking forward to writing the most. Thanks for reading!

~C