Title: "Sticky Situations and How to Survive In a Bionic World"

Rating: T

Genre: Adventure, Family

Character(s): Leo, Donald, Tasha, Douglas – and the rest would have to be under wraps

Summary: Vengeful villains always on their tail? Check. Bionic parents and uncle? Check. Crazy life? Absolutely. Really, though, he wouldn't have it any other way. AU. Crosses over with multiple fandom.)

Notes: To put how this idea came up in an honest but complicated way, this stemmed from an original story material that was repurposed into fanfic then reworked back into the original novel and is now being used as an inspiration for this. Yep. My head's swimming, too.

Anyways, as noted this will be a one-shot for now, but further 'drabbles' may come later. (Hey, the line's open for any prompts compliant to this universe if you're later inspired to submit one!) Because of that, this will be kept open for now.

Please enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: Anything associated with and recognizable from Lab Rats does not belong to me. No, siree, they do not. However, there are particular elements here that I will claim. :)

Heartbreaks and How to Survive Kidnappings

Falling in love is embarrassing. At seventeen, Leo thought he would have associated that normal yet still spectacular part of human life with a better adjective, but he hadn't. He couldn't. Tied and gagged on a rickety chair, hands and feet bound behind and below him, he couldn't help but feel stupid and maybe a little sorry for himself. He should have known better. His family had made a lot of enemies, and she was too beautiful to be paying attention to a guy like him.

He sighed. He really should've known better.

He guessed he didn't because he didn't want to. Janelle was so gorgeous and kind. There was something in the way she spoke that made his heart flutter, and there was something really captivating in the way she smiled. Her laugh mesmerized him. Whenever she chuckled at the weak jokes he made, it felt like he was floating somewhere in space. The attempt to ask her out two years ago had been a wild shot. When she said okay, though, it was like he won all the riches in the world.

Then, today, when he thought she was just inviting him to meet up to celebrate their two year anniversary, he ended up being kidnapped, again—but with her, the person he trusted with his heart, betraying him. All the time he thought she was spending with him she was actually using to gather information for her father. Every date was a subtle interrogation, every visit a recon mission, and every text and call a way to keep a close eye on his family.

He just had to fall head over heels for the daughter of the leader of the Russian mob, of the man who held a deep-seated personal vendetta against his family, hadn't he?

It was all so pathetic. And sad. At this rate, he would never find love, especially if those bad men and women relentlessly continue on to seek revenge through him. Maybe he would just grow old alone, with a house full of dogs and cats and a litany of death threats that people want him to relay to the world renowned Bionic Three.

Soft but proud footsteps echoed from behind him until the person came into view. Towering over him and partially blocking the admittedly blinding lights of the wide, dingy warehouse, Ras Sokolov grinned down at him predatorily. "Little Mr. Davenport," he said, the warm fog of his breath reeking of menthol cigarette. "I didn't think it would be easy to get to you. I'm a little surprised you were so open for the taking. We thought the only heir to a billion dollar company would have been better guarded."

Leo glared at him. The wrinkles in Sokolov's eyes when he sneered, his salt and pepper hair and mustache, the arrogance in his every movement – Leo was beginning to see why they despised him so. You're going back to jail. You and your daughter and all of your Old Spice smelling goons, he thought.

Reading that aptly, Solokov's grin only increased. "What, you think I'm going to jail? You think I'm not prepared?" He drew out a remote control from his pocket then waved it for the teenager to see. "I did my homework this time, malyutka. They are not going to bring me down again."

Leo looked at the control then at him then at the control again.

Sokolov responded with a guttural chuckle. Glancing at one of his men, he was handed a syringe filled with red liquid. "And if not, I have this. I heard it's bound to hurt whichever of them gets it? All my men are equipped with one in case the usual specials don't work," he said.

Leo struggled against his restraints, determined not to let the man get away with his scheme.

Sokolov only looked on in amusement.

Their attention was suddenly taken by the commotion outside the warehouse. Industrial, very weighty items were evidently tossed around, a few of them even periodically clashing against the gate. There were men yelling, shouting angrily in Russian for a moment until soon, they were silenced by the unstoppable force they were dealing with.

Sokolov and his men tried their best not to appear fearful at the absence of those noises, but by the half-step they took back, it was evident they dreaded what was coming.

Leo looked at the leader of the mob, a smirk pulling on his lips.

The men jumped as a loud bang went off after the person on the other side hit the gate with his bare fist. They slightly cowered back, but before they could prepare for it the second hit came, the large, metallic doors ripping open then falling apart like malleable foil.

There was no time to react. As the men were raising their weapons, a gray and silver blur swept past them, disarming them one by one and knocking them out. Before the mob leader could register what had taken place, all of his people were down, leaving him as the only one left standing.

The gray and silver blur skidded to a halt, materializing into a man with spiky hair and a cocky smile that the criminal leader had learned to hate a long time ago. "Ten years in the pen, and you're still a loser, Sokolov," Douglas said, his arms crossed.

"You've got some nerve showing up again," Donald seethed as he walked in, his fist still balled from bringing down the large, reinforced steel doors. "Last I remembered, I gave you a strong warning against coming anywhere near my son."

Sokolov took a few steps back, but only to give himself more room. He raised the remote defiantly, and then he pressed down hard on it. Nothing happened. He clicked on it again a few more times. Still, nothing.

"What's that supposed to be, a…remote for shutting down our bionics?" Douglas mocked.

"I don't…" the mob leader said, aghast. "He said it will work."

A scorching flare suddenly collided with the device. Sokolov screamed, letting go of the control on fire.

"Now it won't." The four men turned to the source of the voice, and there they found Tasha crossing her arms, scornfully staring at Sokolov.

Douglas winced teasingly at him as his sister-in-law and teammate came closer. Donald, meanwhile, only turned his eyes back to their enemy.

As the three stood before him, all garbed in those darker mission suits, Sokolov was forced to admit the possibility of a second defeat in their hands.

"It's over, Ras," Donald said. "You should have run the other direction when you escaped from prison."

"So, how about untying the kid now?" Douglas added.

Leo watched with pride as he saw all hope in the mob leader's eyes sink into oblivion. However, before he could begin thinking that everything had gone perfectly well, he noticed a shadow from behind his parents and uncle stagger to its feet. Staring at it, he saw that it was one of Sokolov's men—and he was gripping a syringe with the red liquid. Watch out!, he tried to yell, but only his muffled shouts came through.

It was enough to alert the three. Tasha moved out of the way just as the syringe was coming down towards her. Afterwards, Douglas tackled the man, and the brunt contact knocked him out.

However, the distraction availed Sokolov the chance he needed. In an attempt to take their attention away from him, he stuck the syringe in his hostage's neck and emptied its contents halfway before jetting.

"Leo!"

Tasha held a hand out, forming a force field to block Sokolov's path to the exit.

Leo didn't know what happened next. His neck was burning, and the warehouse was spinning out of control. He was aware of someone pulling out the syringe then loosening his binds. He was lowered down to the floor, he guessed, probably by his father and uncle. In a frame of the ever rotating images in front of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of his mother, worry in her features.

"Leo. Leo, can you hear me?"

Yes, he wanted to tell his mother even if her words were coming in like echoes in a tunnel. "I feel…I feel sick," he said instead as disorientation turned his stomach.

"Alright, bud. We're taking you home now," his father told him.

Everything blended into a blur. However, even if he was losing grip with what was around him, Leo was confident that the next time he opened his eyes, he would be safe and back where he should be.

Because even if falling in love was embarrassing, and being held hostage for the nth time in his life was humiliating, having the strongest man and the smartest woman on the planet as his parents, the fastest man in the world as his uncle, and all three as the people he could count on definitely was not.

Additional details of this AU: (1)As hinted, Leo is Donald and Tasha's only child. Donald adopted him when he was born, after he and Tasha got married; (2) Donald, Douglas, and Tasha had all been bionic since childhood; (3)Leo isn't bionic; (4) This universe have a number of superheroes known, each of which have their own respective villains or bad guys to keep in check; (5)The red liquid was just a drug meant to stun Donald, Tasha, and/or Douglas. The effects are magnified on someone who doesn't have increased metabolism like them, but Leo should live.

As always, reviews and constructive crits are appreciated. :)