A/N OK then! Here's the sequel to my Star Trek 2009 fanfic! This is set before the end of season 2, so Perry doesn't know about their bionics and Leo still doesn't have any. Reviews appreciated! Give me suggestions!
Chapter 1
You hear the doors open and a teenage girl and a shorter teenage boy step in. When they see you, they stop short. "Who are you and how did you get in here?!" The boy asks. The girl goes at super-speed back into the elevator. When she gets back a few seconds later, she is toting a taller teen boy along. "Don't do anything yet Adam." The girl says. "OK," You say carefully. "I'm (y/n) and I came from another Universe. I know that sounds kind of crazy, but it's true. And come on, it's the same kind of crazy as kids with bionics, so yeah, lots of fun." "Wait you know we're bionic? How?!" The short boy asks. You know from the Lab Rats TV show that his name is Chase. "Because in my Universe, you're all characters in a fictional television show called Lab Rats. I know all your names too." "Say them." The girl named Bree challenged. You point to the correct person when you state each name.
"OK, so what's the name of our step brother?" Bree asks. "His name is Leo Dooley and you all go to Mission Creek High School, where a mean principal named Teresa Perry reigns supreme. Your known parent is Douglas Davenport and he's an evil genius. Your uncle/ adopted father is Donald Davenport and his wife is Tasha Davenport." You state this all very matter of factly. They stare at you stunned and then Adam suddenly pipes up with, "Wow! I had no idea that alien invaders would know us all by name! How do you keep the names of all the people of Earth in your brain anyway?"
Everyone just stares at him. "Adam," You say, trying to carefully explain to him. "I'm not an alien invader. I'm a normal Human and I'm just an accidental explorer from another Universe." You slowly walk forward towards the group of teens. Adam realizes only a small extent of what you're trying to say and he looks about ready to cry. "Oh man! I was hoping you could introduce me to your little fluffy panda puppies!" He says. "I have an idea Adam. How about instead of panda puppies, I show you a little trick?" You say. You talk to him in a mix of I'm older and trying to teach you and I'm trying to be friends tones. You figure you're about his age, maybe a year younger, but he has a gifted mind that doesn't always stay fixed on reality. You know what you're about to do could scare them into using their bionics on you, but you figure that to blend in a little better, you can act more like a teenager and use your abilities. Adam agrees to see.
You pick up a tool from a table near you that resembles a screwdriver with your telekinesis. Then you use it to tighten a loose bolt you found on Eddy's electrical box. "Thanks! That feels a lot better!" He pipes up from the wall. "Wait a second! How did you do that? Any bionic people that weren't us three have so far been evil! Are you going to try to lure us to Douglas?" Chase asks suspiciously. "No. I'm not evil and I'm not bionic. At least, not anymore. You want to hear about it?" Before any of them can answer, Donald enters the room. "Guys, who's this?" He asks. You can feel his apprehension. You quickly step forward to explain. "Sir, my name is (y/n) and I have come from another Universe. It was an accident and I've been trying to get back home for the last few months. I'm sorry to have landed in your residence, that was accidental as well. I'm not bionic, but I have abilities that are similar to your kids'. I was just about to tell them how I got my abilities. Would you care to listen in?" You've already changed your personality from that of a teenage slang talking friend of gifted child minded teens to that of a respectful adult. "I believe that I would." He says in a challenging tone. You can understand his general standoffishness. His brother betrayed him years ago and had just used an android disguised as a teen boy to lure his kids into a trap. No way was he trusting any old stranger with similar abilities to his kids without a very good reason! "But before we begin, I want you to go upstairs and meet my wife Tasha and my stepson Leo. If they seem to think you're OK to be around, then we'll call it fine." Donald says.
After the unnecessary introductions, you tell them of the officers from the FBI who said that you were bionic and that they'd been using you for an experiment. You explain about the abilities you have and how you control them, and how the chip is still in your mind, but the powers you get are now coming at random. You don't tell them much more than that. By the time you're finished, Tasha is gaping in horror about your situation and Leo seems to think that you're the coolest person to walk the Earth since Buzz Aldrin. The bionic teens think that you'll make a great addition to the team, and even Eddy has taken a liking to you. Only Donald remained suspicious. "I think he/she should stay here until you invent a way for him/her to go home. Sweetie, are you hungry at all?" Tasha says. You shake your head. "I'm not very hungry at the moment Ma'am. Thank you anyway." You smile your sweet twelve year old smile. "Oh Donald isn't he/she adorable!" "Nice kid, but Tasha I really don't think it's a good idea to let him/her stay here..." "Donald!" She interrupts in her warning tone. "OK OK! Maybe a few days won't hurt. But if he/she goes to school, I want you kids to keep an eye on him/her!"
he next day, it's a scramble to get ready for school. You have to borrow some clothes from the bionic kids, and since you're shorter than Leo, that doesn't really work out too well. "We can go clothes shopping for you after school." Tasha says. "I just need to know the molecular and atomic structure of cotton. Then I can form my own. They'll be white until I can get some dye, but I'll have clothing. I might need some new sneakers though." You say. "OK! Then we'll go shopping for sneakers then!" You think of rolling your eyes, since shopping isn't your thing, but you restrain yourself and give her a cheerful smile as you reply in the affirmative.