I DO NOT OWN LAB RATS.

Feeling Fuzzy

Adam, Bree, Chase and Leo were at the round glass table in the lab playing cards. Adam was the first to complain. "Ugh! I hate being grounded! Are the three weeks over yet?"

Bree replied, "It hasn't even been a day."

"Wow, I've never seen Big D come down so hard on us before. I mean, sure, we erased twenty-four years of his memory, but–"

Chase said, "Excuse me! We? Who was the one that said, 'I accidentally erased twenty-four years! He's fifteen!'?"

"Okay... I'll admit that one was my fault, but who erased his memory so that he was a four year old? Not me. That was all on you."

"Okay, fine. We're all to blame. Happy?" Chase's siblings glared at him. "Not the answer you were all hoping for, I assume."

Bree replied sarcastically, "No. You're doing great. We were all hoping you would say that."

Donald came running in. "Guys! I did it! I did it! I finally did it!"

Bree asked, "What'd you break or blow up this time?"

Donald glared at his daughter and she shrank down in her seat. "Anyway, I re-fixed my Neural Scrambler. Ever since I got better, I've been wanting to do extra stuff... one of which was fixing my Neural Scrambler that you guys broke."

Adam said, "Wow, grounding us and now blaming us for breaking your toys. You're just not making any friends today, are you?"

Donald sighed. "I hope you guys learned a lesson from what happened."

Bree said, "Yeah. Having to deal with you as an adult is hard enough than having to deal with you as a little kid and teenager. That's something I do not want to go through again."

"Was I really that bad?"

"YES!" they all replied.

Adam then said, "Well, to be fair, he was hilarious and cracking me up."

Chase said, "Whatever. It's over with now and the point is..." He looked up at Davenport. "We'll never disobey you again, Mr. Davenport."

"Thanks kids."

Leo asked full of hope, "Does this mean we're off the hook?"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha! No! You're still grounded." He then walked to the elevator and rode up to the living room.

As soon as he exited the elevator, he was greeted by Tasha and jumped. "Ahh!"

"Donald!"

"What?" Tasha put a thermometer in his ear and he flinched. "What are you doing?"

"Taking your temperature." She took it out when it beeped.

He walked out of the elevator and into the living room. "Why? I feel fine. Except being a little bit..." He placed his hand on his stomach. "Queasy." He then took it off. "Other than that, I'm fine."

"The doctor told me to take your temperature for a few more days just as a precaution. According to this, your fever's back and besides..." She placed the back of her hand on his forehead and cheek. "You're really warm."

"Come on, honey. I'm tired of having my temperature taken constantly."

"Well, I'm just looking out for you, that's all. I love you so much."

"I love you too." Donald put his hands on her waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and they kissed.

They were deep into the kiss when the kids came in. "Ew!" said Adam.

Chase shielded his eyes and Bree said, "Awww!"

Leo covered his eyes. "Please! Make it stop!" The two adults stopped and turned to face the kids.

Donald blushed and asked, "H-how much of that did you see?"

Bree crossed her arms and said, "Oh, not much. Just the whole kiss."

"Big D, you all right? You don't look so good."

"I'm fine."

Chase asked, "Are you sure? You don't look it."

Something inside of Donald made him snap right then. "I'm fine! I'm fine! Stop saying that I don't look so good! I'm good, all right?! Good! Now, leave me alone!" He then ran out of the house.

They all stood there in shock and Bree asked, "What just happened? What was that all about?"

"I don't know, honey. I don't know."

"Do you want me to go after him, Mom?"

"Yes." Adam, Bree and Chase were about to follow him when Tasha stopped them. "Guys, Leo needs to do this himself. You can help me make dinner."

Adam said, "Wow. He's usually this fun, annoying man. Well, I can tell you right now, that was definitely not fun."

"You're right, Adam. Donald's not usually like this. Something's wrong."

Leo was running and then he spotted Donald under a tree. When he got closer, Leo noticed that he was curled in a ball and crying. Leo ran up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, which made Donald jump. "Big D, you okay?"

"Go away!"

"Big D, what happened back there?"

"I said go away! I wanna be alone!"

Leo sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug. "Come on, Big D. Talk to me. What happened? What's wrong?"

Donald just let go and backed away from Leo, hugging his knees to his chest. "Go away! Just go away! Go!"

Leo put his hands up in defense. "All right, all right. I'm going." He started walking away, stopped to look back at Donald, and then started walking again. What was going on with his step-father?