Author Note:Most of this story is from Chase's PoV. If it not, it will be stated otherwise. I don't own Lab Rats. Justin also doesn't exist.

I woke up to the sound of an obnoxious alarm going off in the Lab. Oh crap. I needed to get ready for school. I programmed the pod to do what I wanted to do. Shower, dress, hair, all the stuff to make me look like a normal teenager.

After getting ready, I got out of the pod to find my brothers, Adam and Leo, and my sister, Bred, already getting ready to leave for school. Breakfast had been eaten, hair done, although Bred still had an annoying one that always stuck up on the back of her head. I don't tell her about it because it's funny.

"Oh Chase, there you are," Adam said. "We thought you'd died in your sleep."

I walked over to the table and started eating my bowl of cereal. At least they'd brought down the good kind I like. Those Sugary Donut-O's were my favorite.

"Adam," I said, "statistics show that it's unlikely to die in your sleep."

"Can it, brainhead. Eat, we're gonna be late for school if you don't hurry," Bred said. "And no, I'm NOT superspeeding us to school because you didn't want to get out of the pod."

Bree's superspeed was only one of the methods we could have used to get to school. Right around that time, Mr. Davenport walked into the Lab. "Kids, come on. You're gonna be late for school." Grabbing my backpack, I ran towards the door so I didn't get stuck next to Adam. Something told me he forgot to program his pod for a shower again...

School was one of my favorite places to be. Ever since Leo had convinced Mr. Davenport to let us come, it was the best thing ever. Even though I never really learned anything. My bionics made me the smartest thing on the planet. Not to brag, of course.

Health class was my favorite class, because I could learn how to take care of something. Plus, it was the only class I didn't have any of my siblings in. Today, though, something seemed different about the room. But it wasn't until a boy walked in that I realized what it was.

"Hi, um, are you my health teacher?" He asked Mrs. Watkins.

"I am. And you must be our new student. Justin, is it?" The boy nodded.

"Class, please say bellow to our new student, Justin Hawkins. He moved here frooooom..."

"Idaho, ma'am. I moved from Idaho," he filled in.

"Well isn't that something. Please, take the empty desk next to Chase and we'll start with our lessons for today."

Justin started walking towards me. He had brown hair, blue eyes, about 5' 10". He walked kind of timidly, as if he still didn't quite know what he was doing. That was probably true, if he just moved here. And it was even truer after he tripped and fell, scattering his books all over the floor.

I reached down and helped him get his things back together. When there was one book on the ground, we both reached for it and our hands briefly brushed each other's, but it was long enough for us to get each other's attention. I looked up to find Justin looking at me, and I looked him straight in the eye before handing him his book.

"Thanks," he said.

"Its no problem. You're new, and you need somebody who's got your back," I said, extending a friendly hand. "I'm Chase."

He took my hand and gave me a firm handshake. "I'm Justin. It's nice to meet you."

After health, Justin and I went to my locker. He was a really nice guy. Told me how he had moved from Nampa, Idaho down here because his mom wanted to be close to his grandma. We ended up talking until my siblings showed up.

"Chase, we need to go straight home after- Who's this guy?" Bree asked me.

"This is Justin. He's the new kid and I'm showing him around," I replied.

That was when the mission alert began going off on my phone. I looked at Adam and Bree and they instantly knew what was up. I rapidly threw my school stuff in my locker, and Justin looked at me funny.

"I'm sorry Justin, I just got a text from our dad and we need to go home," I explained.

"Yeah we have a-" Bree elbowed Adam. "-aauh pipe leak. And our dad needs us to run home. Saved it," Adam said putting his hand in front of his mouth. I've offered a few of my brain cells to Adam to close the intelligence gap, but Mr. Davenport always says no.

"It's cool. I understand. Emergency situation," Justin said.

I smiled and prepared to leave. Then an afterthought occurred, and I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to Justin.

"Here's my number. Text me anytime." And with that, Adam, Bree, and I left for home.