Thanks for your wonderful reviews! Personally, I don't really care about reviews, but I do care about the views. And here are the replies to your reviews-

tennisgirl77: Of course they aren't. xD Thanks! Here's your update.

RunIt'sPicasso: Thank you! That 'someday' will probably never come. But then again, sometimes Chase teases them too. :)

Lab Rats Fact: It was revealed, before the show aired, that our favorite bionic super humans are actually clones of other people. BAM! There you go! They were born out of cloning machines! They're clones of celebrities! But since they're now celebrities, what would Billy, Kelli and Spencer (from the LR world) think? :O Thoughts, thoughts.

Alright, now we have the star of the story, Chase, to do the disclaimer! -presses applaud button-

Chase: RissA15 doesn't own Lab Rats or any of its characters, including me. What she does own is the plot, and the OCs.

Venturing through an unknown island, which has probably went through an apocalypse, isn't as fun and adventurous as it sounds.

Spiky brambles and thrones scratch you, pebbles and stones dig into your shoes, humidity and leaves frizzle your hair, and the dusty atmosphere stings your eyes. Fortunately, the threesome were not your ordinary teenage explorers. They were bionic. Meant to withstand conditions the normal human can't. Okay, so their mission suits helped with the thrones and pebbles part, but they still have a much better chance of survival.

Not that anything was actually there that could possibly harm them. The island, as previously mentioned, as no life in sight. The only thing that could cause any damage is the debris, which hangs randomly on the trees and can fall on your head, crushing you. But that's where the use of bionics come in.

"Anything, Bree? Adam?" asked Chase.

"You mean besides the brambles, bushes, and nuts and bolts which keeps falling on me? Oh, just nothing." replied Bree, in a voice which hinted her annoyance.

"This is dumb. There's nothing here. The cyclone must have swept away everyone, now let's go!" answered Adam, boredom leaking his words.

"That isn't possible, Adam. There's no way the cyclone could have reached that mountain over there-" Chase pointed to the rather short mountain hidden in the mist. Or in this case, the dust. "And the people must have seen it coming, therefore they must have climbed up there. And that's where we're headed." he concluded.

"Ugh! We have to travel through this..." Bree's arms flew out to name the place by actions. "And climb all the way up there? That's totally gonna ruin my manicure!"

"Mine too!" Adam joined the protest. The others gave him a look. "What? Scratching dogs behind their ears totally ruins my nails!"

Chase stared at his siblings in utter astonishment. They were protesting against his orders, which could help find, and possibly save, the only life on this whole island. Not only that, but they were using selfish reasons as to why they couldn't!

Chase clenched his mouth shut, which he didn't realize was open. He pursed his lips before he opened them. And then he closed them again. He then scoffed, and continued walking forwards. He heard the complaining groans of his siblings, and held back the salty water which was threatening to burst out of his eyes.

No. They would only call him weak, and taunt him more. He couldn't take any more of that. A memory flashed into his mind.

These guys just have a lot of flash. You are the glue which holds them together... You're flashglue!

Mr. Davenport words echoed through his mind, giving him hope. Then he deciphered the negativity in them. And amusingly, it wasn't only for him this time.

First of all, Mr. Davenport kind of insulted his siblings by saying that they were just flashy, implying that they just had a couple of fancy powers, and possibly nothing beyond that. Second, he might also have attempted to say that the group would fall apart without him, meaning that Adam and Bree don't work well together. And lastly, he gave him a crappy nickname, which was used by his siblings to taunt him.

It was also the line which flashed through his mind when he was deciding whether or not to go on the mission alone.

"Chase... Are you crying?"

Chase couldn't analyze who the speaker was, and neither did he know he was quietly sobbing.

"No... I just... got a case of the hiccups," Chase tried to fake a hiccup. Keyword: tried. Instead, it came out more like he was choking. But they didn't question it. They never question it. Behind him, Bree raised an eyebrow and Adam grinned. His eyes had playful mischief in them.

"Boo!" came a voice from just behind Chase.

"Adam! What are you doing?!" asked an annoyed Chase.

"Scaring helps get rid of the hiccups."

Chase turned to face his brother. "Adam, I have super senses. It's almost impossible to scare me," he explained.

"Well, your hiccups are gone, aren't they?" pointed Adam.

"Yes. But my senses still detected your movements," argued Chase.

"Well, have your senses detected that we've reached the base of the mountain?" interrupted Bree, directing her gaze towards the end of the path. Chase rolled his eyes. "Come on," was all he said, holding back his smart-assed reply.

"Just like that? No safety gear?" questioned Bree. Chase rolled his eyes again.

"There's a path right there," he irritably gestured towards a path beginning at the corner of the hill. There was, in fact, a path there. It was barely visible with all the leaves, bushes and debris covering it. "We just have to move some of the debris off so we can walk on it."

Saying that, he raised his arm and began to clear some of the destroyed objects. Adam got his cue, and he began to lift and throw the debris around randomly.

"Watch it, Adam! You nearly threw my head off from my neck!" complained Bree, who was dodging Adam's boulder-throws.

Meanwhile, Chase discovered that they had cleared off most of wreckage enough to walk through it.

"Hey, you guys! Come on!" Chase called out to his siblings. Adam had made his way to the remains he had already thrown, and started tossing them away too. He halted once his brother had signaled them to come.

Bree took one glance up to the top of the mountain and her shoulders drooped down. "Coming," she finally said after hesitating.

The journey to the top was okay enough. The higher they went, the rubble lessened, and so did the foul dust and scent of... Ahem, death.

"Are we there yet?" came Bree's voice.

"No." was the reply, given irritably by her younger brother.

"Then when are we going to reach there? Can I super speed ahead?"

"Well, if you want-"

There was a gush of wind which interrupted his reply. He sighed.

"Are we there yet?" came his older brother's voice.

Chase was about to groan and tell him off in frustration, when he heard something.

"Do you hear that?" he asked his brother.

"Hear what?"

Chase took his reply as a negative answer, and he activated his super hearing by pushing his hair behind his ear. The sound was had a beat to it, reverberation ringing through his ears. Something instrumental...

Music, he concluded. It was music. And the more they walked, the louder it was. It was all very strange.

People. It had to be people. Only real, live people could create such a tune.

Theories and hope gathered up inside of Chase. By now, Adam had too heard the sound, and they were etching closer to it by every second that passed. Bree must have already reached there. All they had to do now was figure out what the music was, find Bree and rescue the people there.

It appeared to be easy enough. If they don't run into any trouble, they might reach home later this day, and be the first ones to discover life on this seemingly uninhabited island.

There you go- the second chapter! See you next time. :)