Well hello guys! Look who finally decided to update. I told you that the chapters would be sporadic, but hopefully it was worth the wait.

Thank you for the eighteen reviews, guys! Wow! That's incredible! I appreciate it! Y'all wanted to see the kids get their powers. Don't worry, I planned that from the start! Two of the lab rats use abilities in this chapter. And we get cute brother-sister typical fighting stuff.

Also, I realized that this is my tenth story on fanfiction. Woo! Party time! XD

Enjoy everybody! I don't own Lab Rats.

* * * The Powers of the Children * * *

Donald Davenport sat hunched over his desk. He looked over the files again and again, a smile slowly overtaking his face. After nearly a year of work he was finally unlocking the mysteries of the bionics! Donald knew he could outsmart Douglas.

Crash.

"Uh oh," a child's voice whimpered.

Donald sighed and rubbed his temples. "Not again," he muttered to himself. "Bree!"

The tech mogul rushed around the corner into the main part of the lab. The sight awaiting him was no surprise. Three year old Bree stood in the center of the room, her fingers in her mouth and a guilty look on her face. Four year old Adam stood near the cyberdesk, his hands on his hips as he glared at his sister. Two year old Chase was in one of the chairs by the console. His was clutching his stuffed rabbit and he had a bored expression. By Bree's feet was a toy airplane; a completely demolished toy airplane. The wood and metal parts had broken into several pieces and were strewn across the lab.

"Davenport just got that for me!" Adam screeched, stomping his foot. "Bree-eeee!" Adam's voice became high-pitched as he wailed his sister's name.

"Sorry!" Bree sobbed. "Adee, I sorry!"

"Davenport, Bree broke it!" Adam cried. "Look, she broke it!" The four year old had tears in his eyes.

"Adam, Adam, shh!" Donald insisted. He dropped awkwardly to one knee and beckoned for the boy to come to him. Adam complied, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "I'll get you another one," Donald assured the boy.

"Y-you will?" Adam asked, his lip quivering. "B-but it doesn't matter. She will just break it again!"

"No Adee!" Bree cried. "I won't! I be careful! Please, I sorry! I sorry!"

"Bree, calm down," Donald said. "We'll get Adam another airplane and I'm sure you'll be more careful this time, right?"

"Yes," Bree sniffled.

"Good," Donald said. "Adam, Bree said she's sorry. I think that maybe you should forgive her."

"Do I havta?" Adam huffed, folding his arms across his chest and glowering.

"Yes," Donald said simply.

"Fine!" Adam groaned. "I forgive you, Bree."

"Yay!" Bree cheered, clapping her hands. She skipped off to play with the dolls Donald had bought her last week.

"But I'll still get revenge," Adam muttered, rubbing his hands together and grinning devilishly.

"What?" Donald asked sharply.

The four year old turned and gazed up at his surrogate father. "I'm gonna get her back," Adam said plainly.

"Adam, I don't think –"

"I got a bug!"

"A what?"

"A bug. Bree hates bugs. Last week she found a cockroach and she screamed. But I caught another cockroach yesterday and I'm gonna scare her with it."

Donald supposed that the correct thing to the do would be to tell Adam not to scare his sister. But somewhere deep inside his immature side really wanted to see the three year old's reaction. "Just be quiet," Donald said with a shrug.

Adam sneaked away, presumably to get his bug. Donald turned to go back to his work, but was suddenly reminded of the youngest child. The tech mogul turned to study Chase. The two year old had remained in the chair the whole time. His right thumb was in his mouth and he held his stuffed rabbit under his arm. He hadn't made a sound during all of the wailing of his siblings. Even now he was silent as he stared at Donald with a captivating gaze.

The man crouched down besides Chase and whispered, "According to my files, you have super-intelligence." Chase blinked once but otherwise didn't move. "It's a little hard to believe considering you haven't even talked yet. Should I be concerned about that? Anything, Chase?"

The young boy took his thumb out his mouth and grinned. But as he had for the entire year Donald had known him, he didn't say a word. It wasn't that Chase was completely silent; he still cried and screamed on occasion – though even those occurrences were becoming more and more infrequent. Chase simply didn't talk. No "dada," no "mama," no words whatsoever. Donald wondered if he should be worried about that at all.

Adam ran by, chuckling to himself. Donald drew his attention away from the youngest to observe the show. Adam's hands were cupped together as he walked up to his sister.

"Hey Bree," the oldest bionic said sweetly.

"Hi Adam!" Bree said. The three year old didn't look up from the doll whose hair she was brushing.

"I got something for you."

This got Bree's attention. The girl looked up at her older brother expectantly. Adam opened his hands and Bree let out a horror-movie scream. Then something completely unexpected happened.

Bree stood up and ran away from her brother. Only she didn't just run; one second Bree was on one side of the lab, the next second she was on the other. Her entire body was a blur as she rushed across the room. Donald gazed in amazement at this sudden display of super-human powers.

The female looked down at her legs and back up at Donald. "What was that?" Bree cried. "What I do?"

"You just used super-speed!" Donald said incredulously. "I just read about that!" The tech mogul bit his lip and tried to figure out how to explain it in toddler terms. "You can run really fast!"

"I can?" Bree asked, a smile on her face.

"Ooh, ooh!" Adam cried, waving his arms in the air. "What can I do?"

"You're super strong," Donald explained.

"I am?" Adam asked.

"I'm gonna try that again!" Bree exclaimed. She charged forward. But instead of becoming a blur, the girl ran at her normal pace. She paused and frowned before trying it again. "It's not working!" she screamed.

"Hmm," Donald said, rubbing his chin. "You did it when you got scared . . . maybe that means something."

"Then I'll make her scared again!" Adam shouted. He ran across the lab with his hand outstretched. The cockroach was sitting in his open palm. Bree saw it and screamed. She shot across the lab like a lightning bolt.

"Yeah!" the four year old called. Suddenly a laser shot across the lab and burned a hole in the wall. Everyone in the lab – with the exception of Chase – stared in amazement. Adam – the source of the laser – just grinned.

"That's new," Donald murmured. "Laser vision. Hmm."

"You 'hmm' a lot," Bree pointed out.

"It's how I think, Bree," Donald said absentmindedly. His mind was racing with the possibilities.

They did it when they got scared or excited, the tech mogul thought. I bet there's some connection there! If I only I could figure out what. Hmm, I guess I'll have to do testing on that.

"So what can Chase do?" Adam asked suddenly.

"He's supposed to be really smart," Donald said. The three other people in the lab turned to look at the silent two year old. Chase just gazed back at them with an expressionless face.

"Do we scare him to make him be smart?" Bree asked.

Donald chuckled. "I don't know, we might have to," he said.

"Maybe we can scare him into talking," Adam suggested. "I want to hear him talk. He never talks." Adam walked up to his younger brother. "Boo!" he screamed.

Chase didn't move. He just stuck his thumb in his mouth and stared at Adam. The youngest bionic blinked a few times before glancing around the lab.

"It didn't work," Adam muttered as he walked away in defeat.

"So how do we work?" Bree asked. "Can we only do those cool things if we're scared?"

"Maybe," Donald said slowly. "I've got a few theories."

"Theories?" Bree repeated. She stuck three fingers in her mouth and cocked her head.

"Ideas," Donald corrected.

"Like what?" Adam asked as he inspected one of the pieces of his broken airplane.

"Perhaps adrenaline," Donald muttered. "That wouldn't be a bad idea . . ." The tech mogul trailed off and began to mutter to himself.

Adam and Bree glanced at each other and shrugged. Bree began an attempt to convince her older brother to play dollies with her. Adam continually refused, saying he would rather try to put his airplane back together. Finally they compromised and began to play peek-a-boo with Chase, starting a competition to see who could make their baby brother laugh first.

Donald watched the children with amusement. He was excited that they were discovering their powers. He walked back over to his desk around the corner and studied the files some more. In his mind Donald began to concoct ideas for experiments. He would find out how the children's powers worked – one way or another.

Haha, wow, that's ending's a little ominous, isn't it? This is back when Donald thought of them as science experiments. So he's not exactly "World's Best Dad." XD So did you like it? I had fun writing it. Adam and Bree fighting was a blast to write. And I'll write more about the whole Chase-not-talking thing in the next chapter or two. I just came up with that idea earlier today, actually.

Random fact, but I've been getting my good friend into Lab Rats. Though she hasn't seen Bionic Showdown yet. So she doesn't know: a) Douglas is Donald's brother. b) Marcus is an android. c) Douglas is their father. At camp she was trying to convince me to give Marcus brain damage in one of my stories. I screamed into my friend's sleeping bag because I was freaking out. I can't give Marcus brain damage; he's a robot! But of course I can't tell her that. Gah! We're watching Bionic Showdown tomorrow. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HOW SHE'LL REACT!

Okay, I'm sorry about that, I needed to rant. :3 I feel better now. So anyway . . . what did you think of the chapter? Did you like it? What was your favorite part? Please review and let me know (but of course you don't have to). I'm still taking suggestions too. So if you have an idea for a chapter, don't be shy! Tell me in a review or PM. I'll see you all again whenever I update. Bye!