A/N: Hello, readers. This is Maeph93 with an AU story that explains the events for Broken Glass. I watched Human Eddy today. If you have watched it, then you will like this Eddy better. In this story, there are no bionics, next to no missions, Bree is an only sibling, and Chase is Bree's boyfriend. No, they are not siblings. I will explain that later. You will find out what surprises I have in this story, but that is far down the road.

Summary: Being A Good Sister: Rich billionaire daughter, Bree Davenport, is excited when she learns she is getting a stepbrother. However, she quickly realizes how quiet and withdrawn he is. She decides to make it her mission to get him to open up, but first, she has to learn what it means to be a good sister. Multiple Pairings.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats or their characters. I merely own the plot and the information regarding a few of the character's pasts.

Notes: Eddy is a butler, not a security system. So Eddy will behave like a butler and not a snarky computer robot.

People say that love happens over a gradual amount of time. This is me telling you that the statement is absurd! Falling in love is sudden, like tripping over something. It's not voluntary, and often comes at the wrong time. I'll never forget my first love, not simply because it's next to impossible to forget, but because she was killed by someone who thought she was doing the right thing. That someone was Bree Davenport.

I first met Bree Davenport when I was only fourteen years old. Man, did she have her life going for her. She was attractive, managed high marks, was the daughter of a famous billionaire, her boyfriend was the hottest guy in school, and she owned a wicked red Ferrari convertible. Unfortunately, her knowledge of the outside world was as bad as her math skills, and that is why she thought she did the right thing by killing my first true love. I still haven't forgiven her for that.

"All right, Leo, we're here," Tasha commented, interrupting my light slumber as the car pulled up into the driveway. A man roughly six feet tall, dressed in a business suit and pants, waited by the door of a three story mansion. Growing up with a detested man such as my father, I knew there was more to my mother's new husband than met the eye. I found myself studying him as I did with almost everyone I came into contact with.

Mr. Davenport's posture was straight, which indicated that he was confident and held himself in a high position. With his muscular-toned body, I could tell that whatever he worked on involved a lot of lifting. His palms probably held the answer to his occupation. Unfortunately, they were both holding suitcases. Lastly, his dark brown eyes, almost black, seemed to hold a secret in them, one that I'm sure he wasn't going to spill easily. The question is what that secret was, and who knew what that secret was?

"Leo, get out of the car and start grabbing the suitcases," Tasha called.

I headed out of the car and went to go grab a suitcase, but Mr. Davenport waved his hand nonchalantly. "No need. That is why we have butlers. Eddy!" he called.

"Coming, sir," a voice called.

I knew the second the butler showed up that he was meant for greatness. It was in his walk, and his aura. His grey eyes indicated there was a gentle, creative, analytical leader somewhere in there.

"Bring the suitcases inside, please," Donald ordered.

The butler nodded and went to work, lifting three suitcases at once and walking back to the mansion door before heading back to the car. He seemed to take the rather dull job very seriously. Within a minute, all the suitcases were inside.

"Is there anything else you would like me to do, sir?" Eddy asked, bowing down to Mr. Davenport as if he was a king.

"Tell Bree to come down here. That'll be it, thanks."

Eddy nodded and briskly retreated inside. Where he was going, no one but him knew. A mansion had just about any room you could think of, ranging from trampoline house to an indoor restaurant that looked like a night club.

Walking inside, I gaped at what I saw. Fancy, elegant paintings from France, Germany, Japan, and possibly Indonesia filled the walls. Scanning the room, I spotted the Italian couches; a gigantic refrigerator; the biggest HD TV I had ever seen; a hot, teenage girl; a grand piano; a fake knight guarding a bookcase off to the far side; an automated soda mixer; a—wait. A hot teenage girl?

Shoulder length chestnut brown hair. Perfect figure. Chocolate brown eyes. Modern day Athena. I was too in shock to make any other conclusions about her. Turning away, I cursed myself for letting these emotions get the better of me. The last time I had tried to open up to someone, I ended up in the hospital. That someone was my old dad. It was while at the hospital that I decided not to open myself up to anyone, fearing that something like that might happen again. And with an attractive girl like her, it was going to be hard.

"I've seen you met your sister, Bree. Bree, would you please show Leo to his room?" Mr. Davenport asked, somehow missing the exchange.

I looked surprise for a bit. "Sister," I mumbled, the words feeling foreign to my tongue.

"Yup. Now let me show you to your room," Bree stated, grabbing my hand and pulling me upstairs.

I tried not to make a sound as I followed Bree up four flights of stairs, took a left, and turned around.

"Leo, this is your room."

I opened the door, walked in, and looked around. There was a huge king sized bed with a purple comforter covering it, a huge dresser and a mirror, a sliding glass door which led to my own balcony, a phone was on a small nightstand by my bed and on top of it all… I had my own bathroom!

I glanced back at my sister and gave her an approving nod.

She pointed to the phone. "You have your own line, feel free to call whoever you want. There are a couple of servants around that can bring you anything you want. There is an indoor swimming pool on the second level in case you feel like swimming. The game room is…well, I'm guessing you want to explore and figure out things for yourself, right?" Bree asked.

I nodded again. As you can tell, I wasn't much for words.

Bree looked suspiciously before her face resumed normalcy. "Very well…I'll let you get unpacked and settled in. Can I bring anything up for you?"

"No thanks," I politely informed.

"Well, I'm heading out with my boyfriend, Chase to catch a movie. I'll get you up tomorrow morning and drive you to your first day of school."

All I could do was nod. When Bree left, I decided it was time to explore the house, so I went downstairs to explore, but stopped at the soda machine. Maybe one drink wouldn't hurt. I opened what I thought would be the cabinet with the cups, but I found something else.

In the pantry, Oreos, Snickers, ice cream gallons of every flavor, chocolate pudding, Cheetos, you name it; it was there. Having never had any of that stuff before, I grabbed it all. Fifteen minutes later, my stomach could not take any more food. Stuffed, I let the spoon clatter to the floor and groaned.

"Leo! This is unacceptable!" Tasha belittled, hearing me groan and coming down to see what the noise is. "I am so sorry, Donald! I didn't mean for—"

"It's all right. I would have done the same thing, too," Donald confessed. "Although, you could have just gotten room service for all that," he added.

Before I could comment, I felt bile rise to my mouth and I almost vomited. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Second hallway to the left."

I dashed to the bathroom. You can guess what's after that.

Bree's POV

My mind was not on the movie that afternoon. Rather, it was on thoughts of my new stepbrother. He seemed quiet and withdrawn. He only spoke three words since I met him. What might have caused that?

"Bree, the movie is over," a voice interrupted.

I turned my head and saw that Chase. Looking up at the screen, I realized it was indeed over. What a shame; I didn't even pay attention to what the movie was about. Not that it was my fault; thoughts can be overwhelming at times.

"Sorry," I mumbled, rising from my seat and exiting the theater. Chase followed.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Chase asked.

I smirked. "Not unless you mind paying me five grand."

Chase stopped walking and looked at me quizzically. "What do you need five grand for?"

"I'm kidding. Remember that stepbrother I was so excited to meet? Well, he arrived today. He only said three words before I left. He didn't even comment on our one hundred inch TV!"

"Wow. He must be quiet and withdrawn."

"That's what I figured. Mr. Davenport said Leo's old dad abused him, so that's probably why he doesn't say much. Leo is too scared to trust people. Mr. Davenport wanted me to talk to him and try to dig the information out of him, but I don't think that's a good idea. What do you think?" I asked, regretting the question as soon as it came out of my mouth.

Usually Chase thinks things through for about ten minutes, so you can imagine my surprise when he immediately answered, "I don't either. Though, if I were in your position, I'd try to get him to talk to you. How? By being a good sister. Show him you care, and I'm sure he'll open up."

"Thanks, Chase. Shame I have to get home. I would so love to do something else."

"Why don't we?"

"It's a school night," I stated, giving him my famous 'duh' look.

"Who cares? Let's see if there's a dance club somewhere."

I smirked and looked Chase over. "Has my boyfriend grown a rebellious side?"

Chase smirked and threw a hand over my shoulder. "There are more surprises coming, Breezy," Chase whispered before he kissed my neck.

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I ended up getting back at my mansion around two in the morning. All the lights were off, so everyone was asleep, the butlers included. Pulling out my house key, I unlocked the door and made my way upstairs, but not before grabbing a drink for safety purposes. If I got caught, at least I had a legit reason for being up late. Fortunately, I didn't get caught.

Leo's POV

I woke up at five fifteen as I have for quite some time now. A small smile crossed my face as I headed into my bathroom to shower. While I was not thrilled about the first day of school, I knew there was a good chance to make some friends. I only had one back in middle school, and they died in a car accident.

I closed my eyes as the hot shower water threw shards of needles against my bare skin. This felt nice. After about five minutes of this, I started to speed my shower up. When I headed back into the room, I started yoga, letting my muscles breathe. Okay, I know what you're thinking. A guy? Yoga? Why would a person without a girlfriend do yoga? Yoga makes me feel less tense. It's also a great way to focus your mind. It's similar to meditation, only there's no moving in meditating.

I was in the middle of changing clothes when I heard a knock on the door. Quickly throwing on a shirt, I opened the door to find my sister, Bree. She was already dressed.

"Oh, you're up. We need to get out of here by six forty so I can pick up my boyfriend, Chase. You can order room service if you want," Bree informed before she left.

Room service? What is room service?

Just about forty minutes later, we left. Another ten minutes later, Bree's boyfriend was in the car.

"Is this your new brother you've been talking about?" Chase asked as he looked at me.

"Step-brother, yeah," Bree said before focusing her attention back on the road. "Leo, Chase. Chase, Leo."

"Nice to meet you," Chase said, holding out his hand.

Instead of shaking it right away, I got a good look at Chase. He had this kind of spiky hair that revealed him as somewhat cocky and arrogant. Despite that arrogant attitude, he had a friendly aura to him that convinced me I could trust him and that he knew how to take hold of a situation if trouble arose. Just my type of guy.

I shook Chase's hand finally. "Nice to meet you, too. I can tell we're going to have a lot of fun together."

When the car came to a stop, Bree said, "We're here. I'll take Leo to the principal's office, and meet up with you later today. See you then, boyfriend."

"Later, girlfriend."

I averted eyes when the two kissed. I could have gone without that. Romance: disgusting.

"So, Leo, what type of classes would you like to take here?" Bree asked when Chase had left.

I moved my way through the crowded halls and into the office. "Advanced history, advanced science, advanced math, German, and English. What else do I need?"

"Okay, so advanced history, math and science, regular English, gym is a must, so just an elective and you'll be good to go."

After the receptionist looked at my transcript, she asked what classes I wanted to take. Once I had chosen my schedule, I headed out of the office with my schedule. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone out in the halls.

As I walked toward math class, I couldn't help but wonder how my first day at high school would play out.

A/N: That is it for part one. I have to change a lot since there isn't a Lab Rats team. I plan to have the inventions, though. This should be fun! See you with part 2 in hopefully a week. Peace!