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Disclaimer: I have no claim over the intellectual property of Lab Rats.

Some negative psychological stuff goes on, so...ugh...Degradation? Self-bullying? Abuse? Not sure...I won't tag this on the tumblr post, which I may have forgotten...So I'll add that.

A/N: This is a side-along story to Bree's Boys so…I hope you like it!

Adam felt tears begin to come to his eyes. Bree and Chase were fighting.

Again. That wasn't even the worst of it. He was once sought by one or the other to stop the bickering (and when had they started this full-out war through bickering anyways?) but now…Now he was nobody. He was dumb Adam who could only throw Mr. Davenport across the room and shoot lasers.

Just stupid, stupid Adam. Adam suddenly straightened. Bree and Chase stomped away from each and left Adam alone in the lab. This gave him the time to go over and do his plan.

If he were to truly become dumb, then they couldn't ignore him! Adam grinned as he wiped at the tears. The stupid ones were the ones you always had to watch out for. Or that's what Mr. Davenport said, Adam thought, but he pushed the thought away. Mr. Davenport wouldn't lie to them.

He sat down at Mr. Davenport's desk, feeling important about what he must do, and began to think.

And think. And think a little more. And then…It came to him.

Adam would not force himself to become dumb…He would just let it happen. Adam popped back up and went to Mr. Davenport's underground gym, ignoring the fact that today there was a history lesson.

Nearly two hours later, Davenport came into the gym with a worried look on his face. Adam was bench-pressing the machine as his creator exited the elevator. Adam didn't notice him. Davenport cleared his throat several times before Adam moved and let the thing crash onto the ground.

Davenport winced, but said, "Adam…Why did you skip today's lesson?" Adam looked at him.

"What lesson?" he had completely forgotten about it after he got here and now had no memory of it.

"Adam…," Mr. Davenport said, using a warning tone.

"But Mr. Davenport," Adam started, sounding like his usual self, "I really did forget…Did we have math today?" Mr. Davenport just stared at the slightly sweaty boy, wondering how on earth this immediate transformation had occurred.

"No Adam…It was history…I thought you enjoyed it a bit…" Adam had to fight the urge to face palm at his forgetfulness, especially since he now remembered he ignored it in the first place.

"Oh…oops…," Adam replied feebly. Davenport nearly groaned, but turned to the pre-teen boy in front of him.

"Adam…We need to discuss some things…Now." Davenport quickly turned and made his way to the elevator and Adam hastily followed. There was an awkward silence as Mr. Davenport pressed the button and they made their way back down to the lab. Adam started to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet, but stopped when Davenport glared at him.

Maybe this was a mistake… Adam thought right before the elevator doors opened. Mr. Davenport entered the lab and Adam followed him. Davenport spun around quickly again and Adam fell backwards when he tried to not run into his creator.

"Adam…Are you going to make this a habit?" Mr. Davenport started. Adam shrugged in answer, though this was the wrong thing to do. Mr. Davenport's face reddened, but he fought to control his tongue. "Adam…"

"I dunno…I was just…"

"Just what, if you don't mind me asking?" Davenport asked, on the verge of losing his temper.

Actually, I do mind, Adam thought, but he didn't dare voice the thought out loud.

"I…I feel left out…"

"You…wait…what?" Davenport gave him an odd look, having not expected that. Davenport could handle any problem…Except social ones. And this was a social problem.

"Bree and Chase always argue or work together, and argue, during training," Adam said, crossing his arms and frowning. Davenport sighed and went to touch the boy's shoulder. His hand hovered a moment before he dropped it, and then Davenport spoke again.

"Adam…Look, they'll get over it. They're younger than you, and you just need to man up and be more responsible, okay?" Davenport asked, and Adam reluctantly nodded.

"Yeah, I get it…"

"Good," Davenport said with a smile, "Now I need to recalibrate the…" And then he went off into a tangent about something as he walked away, but most of it went over Adam's head. Adam saw Bree and Chase coming back in, and perked up. Maybe this was his chance to reintegrate himself.

"Hey Chase, Bree-" Adam found himself forcibly cut off.

"Oh shut up! The answer was 1985! Not 1935!" Bree shouted in Chase's face as they stopped. Their faces were already red, and Chase's turned even redder.

"No! It's…" Adam ran off, not wanting to hear any more of the argument. He came to the old nursery and buried his face into a pillow and screamed.

All they do is bicker! They don't care about me! And Davenport doesn't care enough to do anything… Adam threw the pillow with a frustrated yell, where it exploded into feathers on the wall.

"Why me…Why me!?" Adam shouted, trying to gain control of his emotions. It worked, and he realized his plan would have to work.

It had too…Because what other choice did he have?

Adam found himself trapped in his capsule…for the second time that day.

"Adam…," Chase whined as he saw him, and went up to free his brother. Adam was pressed against the glass, making dumb faces and rubbing his saliva all over the glass. When the door opened, he predictably fell on his face.

"…Ow…," Adam moaned as he pushed himself back up. Chase was looking down at him. "What?"

"Adam…Stop, please," Chase begged, though Adam had no idea what he was referring too.

"Stop what? This?" He grabbed Chase's hand and before Chase could stop him Adam spit on it. Chase's face went from concerned to disgust to angry.

"ADAM!" he screamed before he hurriedly wiped his hand on his suit. Adam just rolled on the floor, laughing at his brother's misfortune.

Hahaha…You can't ignore me now…Hahaha…DUST! Adam kept laughing and blew at the dust bunnies near his face. Bree walked in and took in the scene before walking back out. Chase finally stalked off to sanitize his hand and Adam just continued laughing before he went into a coughing fit and made two new burn marks on the wall.

"Oopsie," Adam said roughly, his throat sore and having a hard time breathing from his laughing fit. He was smiling all the same though, because the little escapade had been fun while it lasted.