I was looking through some of my old notes a few days ago and realized that it has been a full ten months since I first started on this idea. Wow. Whoops. Well, after changing quite a few things (including making it a three-shot instead of a full multi-chaptered story), it's finally here.

Rated T for death and tragedy. If you've ever lost someone you love, please read this with care. It's going to get a little deep at times (especially the third part). Also, this story probably takes place somewhere around the end of season one. Just so you know.

One other thing: As I said, I started this a long time. And while I did some editing, a lot of this first part is from my original document. I apologize if it sucks. I know it's not the best, but to be honest, I wasn't sure quite how to rewrite it. Just keep that in mind if it looks a little different from my current writing style.

After months and months and months of waiting, I present to you: First Love, First Loss. I don't own Lab Rats or Frozen (by the way, there may be some Frozen spoilers in this chapter), and please enjoy.

* * * Part One: Late * * *

Tasha descended the stairs in the living room and cleared her throat. The males of the Davenport family all glanced up at her. "Presenting Miss Bree Davenport," Tasha said dramatically as Bree walked down the stairs.

Bree had on a light purple dress that went just below her knees. Her wavy brown hair was pushed back with a flowery pink headband. Her lips were redder than usual and her cheeks were rosier.

"Whoa," Chase said as he caught a good look at his sister.

"You look so girly, Bree," Adam commented.

Mr. Davenport had come over from his workspace and had an arm wrapped around his wife. "My baby girl's growing up," he said with tears in his eyes.

Bree spun around, causing the frilly ends of her dress to swirl around her knees. "Do you think Ethan will like it?" Bree asked, the smile never leaving her lips.

"Of course!" Leo assured her. "Who wouldn't?"

Bree grinned broadly. "I'm so excited," she gushed. "This will be my third date with Ethan, and by far our most romantic yet."

"Where are you two going again?" Chase asked.

"This really fancy restaurant downtown. He made reservations and everything!"

"And you'll be home by nine thirty, right, young lady?" Mr. Davenport asked.

"Of course, Daddy," Bree said, rolling her eyes. "We're just going to meet there and eat. Then I'll come straight home, I promise."

"How are you going to get there? You can't drive yet," Adam pointed out.

"I figured I'd super-speed," Bree said. "When I go fast enough no one can see me."

Mr. Davenport started to refuse. "Bree, I don't think that's such—"

"Unless of course you want to take a break from all your inventions and drive me down there," Bree cut her father off.

"Well, I guess it's alright," Mr. Davenport said slowly. "But make absolutely sure no one sees."

"Of course!" Bree promised.

"You'd better get going, sweetheart!" Tasha said, shepherding her step-daughter to the door. "You don't want to be late."

"Bye everyone!" Bree said before charging out the door. She heard a chorus of goodbyes echoing behind her as she raced away from the Davenport mansion.

Bree arrived at the restaurant and glanced down at her watch. 6:58. Their reservation was at seven. Bree looked around the front of the restaurant and didn't see Ethan yet. Oh well.

Two minutes later Bree decided she might as well go sit at the table. She went up to the hostess and said, "I have a reservation. It should be under 'Ethan Harper.'"

"Ah, yes," the hostess said. "Table for two?"

"Please," Bree replied.

"Right this way."

Bree followed the hostess to the tables in the restaurant. Bree took a seat and picked up one of the menus. She bit her lip a little and wondered where Ethan could be. She pulled out her phone.

Hey where r u? – Bree

Bree sighed and settled into her seat to wait.

Ethan's phone buzzed beside him. He bit his lip. He knew how dangerous it was to text and drive, but he also wanted to know what Bree had said—because he was sure it was her. After contemplating it for a bit, he snuck a quick peek at his phone. He wouldn't answer; he would just read it.

Hey where r u? – Bree

Almost there, Ethan mentally answered. He chuckled a bit to himself as he thought about how impatient girls could be. Especially Bree. But Ethan loved her all the same.

A smile slipped across Ethan's face as he thought about Bree. Her gorgeous brown locks, her sweet smile, the way she could disappear from sight in just a matter of seconds when she got flustered—Ethan still didn't understand how she did that, but it was adorable all the same.

A honking horn, flashing lights, and the sound of skidding tires broke Ethan out of his trance. In his mirror the teenager could see an out-of-control car skidding around the road. And it was headed straight for Ethan's car. He spun the steering wheel frantically. A cry escaped his lips and adrenaline flooded his veins.

Ethan's body jerked forward as something collided with the back of his car. Everything happened so fast. The trees mere feet away from his windshield; the sound of shattering glass; the taste of blood filling his mouth.

I might be a little late, Bree.

A cold, desolate darkness wrapped around Ethan. The world was ripped from his grasp as he slipped into oblivion. For a second he tried to hold on to the light, for Bree's sake, at least. But it was too much for him. With one final, labored breath, Ethan gave into the darkness.

Bree sighed and glanced down at her watch again. He was supposed to be here half an hour ago! she thought bitterly. Where is he? She sighed again and pulled out her phone. No new messages. She punched in his number and put the phone to her ear.

"Hi! You've reached Ethan Harper! Sorry I can't take your call right now. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you." The phone beeped harshly in Bree's ear and she turned it off. That was the third time in a row!

Fifteen more minutes passed. Finally Bree couldn't take it anymore. Ethan obviously wasn't coming. Bree felt a lump rise in her throat. She thought things had been going so well! Why would he stand her up like that?

Bree walked out of the restaurant. "I guess I should head home," she muttered. The sky rumbled in response. The next thing Bree knew, she was being drenched in rain. "Oh, come on!" she shouted angrily at the heavens.

Bree glanced around, making sure no one was nearby. When she saw that there weren't any people, she super-sped home. Although she always wished she was normal, Bree did enjoy her bionics sometimes.

The door swung open as Bree entered the house. Mr. Davenport was working on something at his desk and Chase, Adam, and Leo were at the kitchen table doing homework. Well, Chase and Leo were doing homework. Adam was building a mini-fort out of pencils.

"Hi Bree," Mr. Davenport said absentmindedly as his daughter entered. "I thought you weren't going to be home until later."

"Ethan stood me up," Bree muttered between clenched teeth. She heard a chuckle come from the kitchen table. "Oh, who are you kidding!" she shouted at Chase. "You couldn't even get a date if you wanted to!"

"All right, Bree!" Chase said defensively. "Sheesh, I was just joking around!"

"Well it's not funny!" Bree yelled before dropping onto the couch.

"Maybe he's got a good reason," Leo said.

"Maybe," Bree muttered. "He won't answer my phone calls or my text messages."

"Oh, I know!" Adam shouted excitedly. "Maybe on the way to meet you he ran into a bear and it ate his cell phone! Then he had to climb up a tree to get away from it. So he spent the whole evening in a tree hiding from a bear instead of going on a date with you."

In spite of herself, Bree began to laugh. "That is the most ridiculous theory I've ever heard!"

"No, no, wait, I've got a better story," Adam continued. "I bet when he was walking out to his car, a bird snatched his phone. Then when Ethan was chasing the bird, he fell into a swimming pool. When he finally managed to get out, a family of squirrels attacked him. So he jumped back into the pool and swam away from them. But he still didn't have his phone, so he drove over to his grandma's house to borrow hers. When he got there she baked him cookies and then told him that she didn't have a phone. But when he went back to his car, he realized that he had locked the keys inside. So he started to run, but he tripped and fell into a portal! Then he wound up in another dimension where everyone has purple skin and eats raspberries all day. And by the time he got out it was too late to go on a date with you."

By this time Bree was rolling around on the floor, hardly breathing due to the forceful laughter escaping her lips. Finally she sat up and gasped for air, chuckles still making their way out of her throat.

"You know, since you're home now anyway, why don't I make some popcorn and we can watch a movie together?" Chase suggested.

"That sounds great!" Bree agreed. She liked the thought of having something to take her mind off this night. "I'll go get changed."

Everyone headed off to do different things. Adam gathered up blankets to throw onto the couch, Bree changed into her pajamas, Chase started on the popcorn, and Leo gathered up the movies. They all met back in the living room fifteen minutes later.

"Big D, you want to watch a movie with us?" Leo called up to his step-dad, who was sitting at his desk up by the window.

"You know, I've got a lot of work to do tonight, Leo," Mr. Davenport said. "But you guys feel free to watch it. I'll be down in the lab."

The kids said their various farewells as their father headed back downstairs. That's when Bree realized something.

"Hey, where's Tasha?" she asked.

"The studio called her down for some big news assignment," Leo explained as he laid out the movie choices on the coffee table. "She said she'd probably be back late, but she didn't want to miss this opportunity."

Bree nodded in understanding as she tossed a piece of popcorn into her mouth. "So what movie are we watching?" she asked once she had swallowed.

Adam and Leo looked at each other with big grins. "Frozen!" they both shouted at the same time.

Chase and Bree groaned. "Again?" Chase asked.

"Yes, again," Adam insisted. "It's great!"

The two youngest bionics rolled their eyes, but they finally mumbled their consent. Leo popped in the movie and the siblings snuggled up together on the couch. Chase continually leaned over and whispered some fallacy regarding the movie into Bree's ear. Every time a song came on, Adam and Leo would begin to sing along so horribly out-of-key that it made Bree cringe. But still she loved it. For the next hour and a half Bree enjoyed being with her brothers. Anger at Ethan was washed away as she laughed and gasped and sang with her brothers.

When Hans betrayed Anna, all Bree could think was how horrible the princess must have felt. To have someone you thought was your true love squish your heart so easily . . . but Ana didn't mope about it. She stood up for herself and gave Hans what he deserved. Bree decided to be like Ana and take a stand for herself —perhaps even punching Ethan in the nose.

At school on Monday Ethan would get an earful from Bree! But for now Bree was content to curl up into the couch—Adam and Chase on either side of her and Leo and her feet—and watch a movie. Her cares disappeared and she smiled as she buried her face in Chase's shoulder.

I know, I know, it was pretty suckish. Like I said, most of it is actually pretty old. The next parts I wrote more recently, and I promise they'll be better.

I have an explanation for Adam's stories. Really, I do! So, I've always loved making up random and crazy stories for my younger brothers to make them laugh. Usually I did it at the dinner table. But I would just say the weirdest things to pop into my head and make a funny story. I thought that maybe Adam—as the eldest—would do the same thing. Plus, it's Adam.

We all know that Bree shouldn't blame Ethan, but remember, from her point of view, she got stood up. She'll learn the truth soon. Also, anyone wanna take a guess about that big news story Tasha is covering?

Thanks for reading, even if it wasn't my best. Part Two will be posted on Wednesday and Part Three on Friday. Sound good? Reviews are much appreciated, of course. See you all on Wednesday! Bye!