Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats.


"LEO!" Adam wailed.

Marcus stood and watched as the strongest of the Davenports mourned for his baby brother... and he enjoyed every moment.


"Well Donnie, how does it feel to know that you can't even protect your own kids!" Douglas gloated.

Mr. Davenport just glared daggers at his sick and twisted brother; too heartbroken to say anything, as he wrapped his arms around Bree tighter and watched Adam breakdown in front of him.

Then he looked at Chase. He opened one arm and his son walked right to him and joined his sisters sobs.

"Ah, not that I haven't enjoyed all this misery over something I caused; but we do have plans to move on with." Douglas said. "Once I reactivate your Trident Apps, you'll do what ever I want."

He brought a remote out of his pocket and rapidly pressed the button in the center.

"What!?" Douglas exclaimed, as nothing happened to the 3 bionic kids.

"You lose Douglas." Mr. Davenport exclaimed triumphantly. "I went into their chips and put a block on your stupid app years ago."

Douglas twisted his face in anger. "Very clever Donnie; but I've always been a better programer than you." He said as he walked over to his computer; typing furiously.

"There!" Douglas exclaimed jumping up from the desk chair. "Only 8 minutes until my cypher key decrypts your armature block." He laughed evilly. "I'll leave you to your final free thoughts."


"Guys we need to do something." Mr. Davenport said, hoping to find a way to save his remaining children from becoming his brothers' slaves.

"What are we suppose to do?" Bree asked with a scratchy voice.

"Ok, umm." Chase exclaimed taking in a deep breath to steady himself. "We need to deflect one of the laser beams into that console." He explained pointing at the monitor that was counting down.

"Good idea Chase, does anybody have a mirror on them?" Mr. Davenport asked.

They all felt through their pockets to see what they had on them.

"All I have is a granola bar." Adam said miserably.

"Open it!" Mr. Davenport exclaimed.

The eldest of his bionic kids stood up and quickly did as he was told. Relief flooded through all of them when they saw the reflective inside of the wrapping.

"Ok, but it'll never withstand the intensity of the beams. We need something strong to support it." Chase pointed out.

"Here." Mr. Davenport called out as he undid the belt from his hips. "Use my belt buckle."

Bree quickly grabbed the wrapper and fit it tightly over the belt buckle.

"One shot." She breathed to herself, as she tried to aim the homemade mirror at the console. "Here goes nothing." She said as she pushed the mirror under the beam.

The beam shot out and hit the console directly. The device exploded and the cage was deactivated.

"I have my strength back!" Adam exclaimed.

Bree quickly zoomed around the room. "I have my speed back!"

Chase listened intently. "Our bionics are back!" However, their joy was short lived.

"Leo!" Adam said sadly, kneeling beside his baby brother and gathering him up in his arms. The rest of the family gathered around him as he held Leo's upper body in his lap.

"Well, well, well."

They looked up to see Douglas and Marcus strut into the room. "Look who got out of their cage."

"Douglas. You're not getting these kids." Mr. Davenport said sternly.

"Wrong again Donnie." Douglas said, bringing the remote to activate the Trident App out of his pocket. "The decryption is complete, now I'll have total control of their..."

He never finished his sentence, because Mr. Davenport kicked the remote out of his hand and up onto the catwalk above them.

Douglas ran at his brother, shoving him back to where the cage had been.

"Guys, RUN!" Mr. Davenport yelled. "Get Leo out of here!"

"We're not leaving without you." Bree shouted back.

"Just go!" He yelled.

"Marcus! Stop them!" Douglas shouted.

Chase, and Bree stood, protectively in front of Adam and Leo. None of them noticed the youngest Davenport stir slightly.

"Why do you still want that?" Marcus asked with a grin as he gestured to Leo's body.

"We want HIM, because he's family!" Chase snapped.

"Get 'em." Douglas ordered. Marcus obeyed and stepped forwards, taking up a fighting stance.

Chase and Bree took a fighting stance of their own; while Adam held Leo tighter.


Douglas and his brother fought, Donald suddenly backed away and ran up the stairs that led to the catwalk.


Meanwhile; Chase, Bree, and Marcus started their fight.

Marcus lunged for Adam, but Chase knocked him back.

"Stay away from them!" Chase growled.

"And who's going to make me?" Marcus retorted.

Chase and Bree lunged for Marcus, but he used his telekinesis to throw them on the other side of the room.

Adam quickly placed Leo back on the ground and went to punch the android. However, Marcus caught his fist, twisted his arm behind him; then proceeded to pick him up and throw him onto the concrete steps near his pod. Adams head hit the edge of the step with a resounding crack.

"Adam!" Bree shouted, concerned that he was seriously hurt. She ran to his side and checked the back of his head for any injury. Her concern intensified when her glove came away with some blood.

"Chase!" She screamed, showing him the blood on her glove.

"No one touches my brothers, you freak!" Chase said venomously.

He lunged at Marcus and tried to punch him, but Marcus whipped around and hit him in the back. Then he grabbed Chase by his collar and belt, and threw him near his brother and sister.

Luckily, Chase managed to land on his feet; and scrambled over to his siblings.

"Adam, how do you feel?" Chase asked.

"Chase?" Adam said with a dazed look in his eyes. "My head hurt."

"I know buddy, we're going to get you and Leo out of here. Can you stand up for me?" Chase asked his injured sibling.

"I don't know." Came the unfocused response.

Chase and Bree quickly looked at each other, dread pooling inside of them.


Donald clambered towards the remote. He quickly grabbed it up and turned to face his brother.

"Give me the remote Donnie." Douglas seethed.

"No, your not going to hurt my kids!" Donald shouted.

Douglas looked down off of the catwalk and a sick grim spread across his face. "Looks like you're a little late to be making that statement Donnie."

Donald looked down and saw Adam laying on the ground near one of the concrete steps to Marcus's pod. Bree and Chase knelt beside him, and as he looked closer he noticed the dazed look in his sons eyes; he also noticed the blood on Bree's glove.

He felt concern and worry drop in his stomach like a rock.

"No, Adam!" He breathed to himself.