A/N: Well, Leo's Jam is here. It was harder to do the episode than any of the previous ones because Leo is a shy guy in my story and he wouldn't be asking Danielle out off the bat. So yeah. That, and Leo is not planning on going with Danielle. Anyways, here it is.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats. I just own the plot and the various OCs which appear much much later in the story.


As I walked into the school, I ignored the orange stars that rapidly multiplied across the school. I ignored the boys asking the girls to the dance. I even ignored Adam's girlfriend, which was hard to do considering how she rocked the outfit she was wearing. But it was impossible to miss the giant banner that stretched across the front hallway, saying, "Homecoming Dance This Saturday!" Below the words, a painted couple danced.

I wanted to ask someone to the dance, but I knew that that was unlikely. I was just too shy! There was always the possibility of asking my sister or Adam, possibly even Chase how to do that, but I was shy, and shy people don't suddenly gain courage all of a sudden.

I had one person in mind, but if I asked said person, that would mean I would become the center of attention. The school would be talking about it from now until the end of my senior year! That girl was Caitlin Moore.

Yes, that Caitlin.

From the instant I learned no one wanted to be friends with Caitlin, I could tell that everyone had it wrong. My street smarts told me that forming a friendship with Caitlin would be a positive experience. Deep down in that possibly cold heart of Caitlin was a good, willing person. However, everyone else seemed to see Caitlin different, almost as if she was written off by the world. Deep down, I knew that that wasn't true. They say we only get one chance on our first impressions, but those first impressions aren't always right. In this case, they were anything but right. That was why I planned on asking Caitlin to the school dance.

You would think that doing something as absurd as asking Caitlin to the dance would make me nervous, but for whatever reason, I wasn't. In fact, I was actually looking forward to it. Now, if only I knew a creative way to ask her out. That would require some planning.

I paced to my locker and determinedly spun the combination. I needed answers on how to ask Caitlin out, and I needed them now. I'm pretty sure Bree or Adam would help me. I didn't want to ask Chase about it. Now don't get me wrong; Chase is a brilliant guy. It's just that the guy can give too long an answer and you eventually want him the shut up because he is so annoying. Apart from that, I was fine with Chase. He held himself with confidence and knew quite a lot, which would be helpful.

"Hey, Adam. Can you do me a favor?" I asked as Adam approached my locker.

"No, I cannot give you the good word for my girlfriend. And no, I will not help you ask out my girlfriend because she already agreed to go with me to the dance," Adam stated matter-of-factly, not even looking at me as he spun the combination on his locker.

I rolled my eyes. It was obvious to Adam, Bree, and possibly the entire school that I had the hots for Adam's girlfriend, Sarah. And honestly, how could I not? She rocked it. And anyone who didn't say otherwise clearly didn't either have eyes. Either that or they were jealous. Speaking of which, what was the story behind Sarah and Bree's hatred? Oh well. I could find that out later. "Actually, I need help figuring out how to ask a girl to the dance. And before you ask, it's not your girlfriend."

His interest piqued, Adam closed his locker and looked at me. "Who's the special girl?"

"I'd rather not say," I admitted.

"If you don't say who, how am I supposed to know who then?"

I smirked. "Oh, you know them. Well, later."

"Wait, who's the special girl? I thought we were going to brainstorm ideas. Leo? Leo?"

Too late. I was already entering the breakfast area. To my surprise, Adam caught up to me and asked if we wanted to brainstorm ideas.

"Fine," I commented unenthusiastically.

"Well, I don't know all the ideas off hand, but I know quite a few. Sarah—actually, Bree will fill you in on other ideas. Speaking of Bree…" Adam pointed to my sister who was making her way over here with her boyfriend.

"Hey, Leo. Are you still hitting on Sarah?" Bree questioned.

Again, I rolled my eyes. It was obvious to Adam, Bree, and possibly the entire school that I had the hots for Adam's girlfriend, Sarah. And honestly, how could I not? Oh, wait. I already told you that.

"I'll take that as a yes," Bree stated when I chose not to answer.

"I already told him I asked Sarah to the dance. He's interested in ways on how to ask his new date to the dance," Adam corrected.

Bree flashed her hair to the side as she looked at me in shock. "Really? Who's the girl?"

"He didn't say. Leo only said I knew her, which means we all likely do. Anyways, I was about to give a list of ways to ask his mystery girl out."

Uh oh. I had a bad feeling about this. Sure enough, Adam, Bree and Chase launched into a significant number of ways to ask her out. To be honest, I kind of zoned out after the first seven to ten ideas.

"Leo, are you even listening to what we are saying?" Chase questioned, snapping me out of my reverie and snapping Adam and Bree out of their list.

"I was earlier, but once I found a solution, I ignored everything else," I commented. It was true. Once Adam had told me how he had asked Sarah to the dance, I decided I would do the same with Caitlin. Of course, they didn't know it was Caitlin just yet.

"Oh, okay then. Care to tell us about the girl?"

I shook my head as I leaned back against the seat.

"Do you need our help with anything? I'm sure all of us would help, except for maybe Sarah," Chase mumbled the last part.

Unfortunately for him, Adam heard him and Adam challenged, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing!" Chase said a bit too quickly.

It was obvious that Adam didn't buy the response. "I'm not that dense, Chase. If you have something to say to my girlfriend, say it to her face!"

It became clear to me now that Adam was visibly angry at Chase over that remark. Not that I blame Adam. Chase looked evidently worried, but I knew that there was no need to. Having studied Adam's girlfriend thoroughly, I could tell that she didn't give a stinking hoot about being dissed. Words had little meaning to her; rather actions would cause emotion to occur, such as me flirting with her over breakfast. Surprisingly, I haven't flirted with Sarah since.

"He's saying that Sarah wouldn't help me because I flirted with her," I answered.

Everyone at the table looked at me in surprise. The stares were making me uncomfortable, but I didn't show it, instead taking the time to shovel Adam's food. Eventually, the silence was interrupted by the one person in the room who hadn't spoken yet that morning. "That's partly the reason. The other reason is because it doesn't benefit me whatsoever, and I hate romance."

"If you don't like romance, then why did you agree to go the dance with Adam?" I questioned.

Sarah shrugged. "Dancing is fun," she argued. Facing her boyfriend, Sarah stated, "I'll see you after first period. Later, Adam, Chase, Leo, Bree."

The way she said the names, it was clear who she appreciated and who she didn't. Apparently, Sarah liked me more than Bree. Wow. Once again, I wondered what the history behind Sarah and Bree was.

"What's the story between you two?" I asked Bree as she stood up to leave.

"I'll tell you later," Bree promised as she exited the cafeteria and headed to first.

"Can you do me a favor?" the football defensive end asked Chase.

"Sure." Chase stood up to leave. "I'll see you soon, Leo."

Once Chase left, it was just Adam and me. Neither of us said anything, the silence stretching on into eternity. When the bell rang for first period, Adam left the cafeteria without saying a word. Ignoring his behavior, I made my way to my first period math class.

IHL

School had ended about fifteen minutes ago. Right now, Bree was sitting on the couch, most likely debating about how she was going to tell the story and not thinking about her boyfriend. After all, she had promised me a story.

"So the story?" I stated, starting to grow impatient with my sister's lack of communication.

"Right, give me a minute." After about a minute, Bree sighed. "In middle school, I met Chase, Adam, and Sarah. At the time, Sarah had a crush on Chase and tried to ask him out, but he wasn't interested. However, he was interested in me. I fell hard for his spiky hair and his confidence. It also didn't hurt that was smart. At first we met twice a week, then three times, then every day. During the summer, right before ninth grade, Adam started to develop feelings for me. I wasn't aware of that until Adam told me about it after that football game."

"But how-?"

"Did he get with Sarah? Well, the story is that he and Sarah were doing some homework and then they got to kissing. Before Chase became my boyfriend, that is. Anyways, Sarah was in love with Chase, but I apparently asked him to the eighth grade dance before she did. That night, I confessed my feelings to him and the rest is history. Apparently, Sarah told me of his feelings later and things got pretty nasty. So nasty in fact that both of us were kicked out of the school dance and had to do a week of summer school each. Chase wasn't happy, but he helped me with my homework during that summer.

"What I never told Chase was that Sarah and I decided to end our friendship the night of the dance. I barely even acknowledged her all summer. That's probably why she hates my guts. And honestly, she's a waste of space in my opinion. The only reason we're friends is because I'm friends with Adam and Chase. Otherwise, I could care less about her."

"Wow."

"Indeed. Now if you excuse me, I should probably get caught up on my homework. Wouldn't want to do it over the weekend, you know?"

I nodded and grabbed my binder. In less than twenty hours, I would hopefully have a date to the homecoming dance.

Bree's POV

Having seen some spectacular dance proposals in Middle School, I can honestly say that nothing surprises me anymore. Well, that statement was shot right out of the bottom of the barrel. Of course, that would happen shortly before lunch. Anyways, I was in the cafeteria listening to Stephanie tell me how her boyfriend asked her to homecoming. Suddenly, I heard Trent scream, "Touchdown!"

Knowing that the homecoming football game wasn't for another two days, I excused myself and went to see what was going on. Apparently, Trent and some of the other football players, Adam included, were throwing the football around indoors.

Jay (no relation to Jaden Parker), Stephanie's boyfriend, called for the ball and received it from our star wide receiver. "Stephanie!"

As Jay handed the ball to his girlfriend, I spotted writing on the side. Rushing over to Stephanie, I read the writing and sprouted a huge smile.

"Let's tackle homecoming together," Stephanie read as he held the ball. She then looked at her boyfriend and an identical smile appeared on her face. "Sounds like a plan."

The cafeteria applauded at the clever idea. That was the first of clever ideas. Throughout the next few periods, more clever ideas came out. Skydiving, cookies, even singing barber quartets. Those were all clever and great. I was fairly certain that nothing over the top would happen. I was wrong.

It was shortly before lunch. Adam and I were talking about the clever dance proposals with each other and the rest of the popular students. I was surprised at the creativity this year. It seemed the only one not to care was Sarah, but that doesn't surprise me. Apparently she doesn't care about the student body. Speaking of the student body, where was Leo? Apart from seeing him when I left for first, I had not seen Leo at all.

"Hey, Adam. Where's Leo? Have you seen him today?"

"I have actually," Adam replied.

"Really? How—when was this?"

"Just now. Look."

I followed my friend's gaze and turned to see Leo weaving through the crowd towards… Caitlin? Adam's face showed the same expression as mine. At first, I thought Leo was approaching one of Caitlin's friends, but then Leo stopped in front of Caitlin. It seemed as if Leo was asking Caitlin to the dance. She must have said yes because Leo looked extremely happy about the matter when he left.

"Did that just-?" Adam started.

"I think so. Come on." Unconsciously, I grabbed Adam's hand and started to the cafeteria. "So you and Caitlin are the newest couple I take it?" I asked Leo.

"Not officially, but soon to be. So you and Adam the newest couple?" Leo asked.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

Instead of answering, Leo pointed in between both of us. I followed his gaze to see I was still holding Adam's hand. Both he and I quickly let go and refused to look at each other for a half minute. "No, of course not. Now do you mind explaining to me why you asked Caitlin the Psycho out?" I asked, taking out my seat.

"It isn't any of your business."

"Well it's going to be if she starts hanging out with us! People are going to demand answers, one I don't have."

Leo shook his hand from side to side in thought. "I see Caitlin differently than I do with Stephanie and the other cheerleaders. They are all too shallow. Caitlin is wild, beautiful, possibly reliable, I think I can trust her. I trust Sarah, too, even though that can't leave the room, Adam. Caitlin's got that aura of mystery surrounding her. She may be a crazed psycho or a hothead, probably both, but she's that way for a reason. She has a gift inside her that no one at this school seems to give a …. about. I can sense it, and I want to help her unleash it to the world.

"She may be a nobody here because she sends the impression that she is a psycho, but first impressions aren't always right. I should know. I grew up with an ass of a father. My mom's first impression of him was handsome and whatever else. Today she absolutely despises the man."

"Yes, but that's different!" I argued.

"Oh really? I beg to differ. Each and every single one of us gives off a first impression. People approach someone like you and Adam because they sense friendliness. People don't approach Caitlin because she doesn't look friendly. That doesn't mean we should exclude them from our lives. Some of the best people in life gave off negative first impressions, yet turned out to be some of the greatest in history. Caitlin might be one of those."

"Yeah, but-"

"But nothing! I sense it! If I can sense something in Caitlin that the school doesn't seem to give a …. about, that makes me great. The question for those who ignore it is, what does that make you?"

I had nothing to say. As much as I wanted to disagree with him, part of me knew he was right. First impressions weren't always true. However, I was too surprised to say otherwise. My mind was still reeling from the fact that Leo had just given us a short monologue about Caitlin. Today was the first time I actually heard Leo say more than two or three sentences at a time. If defending his date could get Leo that talkative, then perhaps he wasn't as shy as he let on. Perhaps he was selective with his words.

"What got you so worked up?" Sarah asked, snapping my train of thought.

"Leo," I answered. "Apparently, he asked Caitlin to the dance."

"He did?" Sarah questioned. She shrugged and picked up her fork. "I'm not surprised," she mumbled.

"Really? Why's that?"

"He knows his stuff. So do I. Unfortunately, that didn't stop the history teacher from giving us both detentions."

"Wait, both?" Adam questioned. "Does that mean that you agreed with Leo on something?"

Because Sarah was busy eating her hamburger, she simply nodded.

My eyes locked with Adam's eyes and we both shrugged. We weren't sure what this meant. On one hand, it seemed as if Leo and Sarah were getting along. On the other hand, was Leo just saying he knew that stuff to get closer to Sarah?

Adam faced his girlfriend. "What were the both of you agreeing with?" he asked.

"Leo was arguing that Hitler was a good person. Quite frankly, I agree with him."

"Hold the freaky-deaky phone! Hitler is not a good person. He's a sadist!" I argued.

"Says the person who said Voldemort was a good guy," Sarah countered.

I glared at Adam and then at Sarah. "Shut up!" I hissed.

Sarah shrugged and resumed her meal. Chase eventually joined me and a repeat of earlier came up: Leo asking Caitlin to the dance and Leo and Sarah agreeing that Hitler was a good person.

"I can see where Leo is coming from, but it's easier for me to believe Hitler was a sadist," Chase stated.

Eventually, lunch ended and we went our separate ways. As I headed to my next class, I felt a nervous bout in my stomach. Something was telling me this school year was going to be hell on Adam and me.


Leo's POV

Bree, Chase, Caitlin, and some of the cheerleaders were out dress shopping. I was alone in the house, say for the staff and Mr. Davenport who was probably working on some invention hidden from sight. I was just about to give in to my boredom when the sound of crying alerted me to investigate. I followed the noise into a guest bedroom and nearly gasped at the sight. Lying on the bed crying was our best butler, Eddy!

Cautiously, I approached the butler and tapped him on the shoulder. In a short bit, Eddy wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. I had no clue as to what Eddy was so upset about, but I didn't question it. Rather, I just let Eddy cry. I was about to ask Eddy what upset him when a newspaper caught my eye. Letting go of Eddy for a moment, I saw the obituary page. Immediately, I understood. Someone he cared for had died. "It's okay. They are in heaven now."

"Thanks. I guess I should get back to work. How did you know what I was upset about anyways?"

I held the obituary section up. Eddy nodded in understanding and quickly left the room. A grin escaped my lips as I headed back to my room. Once again, my keen awareness of detail had come in handy. If it continued, I would know what Caitlin hides and help bring it out.


"And it all comes down to this! Fourth and goal right outside the fifteen yard line. Three seconds left on the clock. Mission Creek is sending out the field goal unit. It's been a huge defensive battle, but Mission Creek looks like it's going to take it. All it takes is a thirty-two yard field goal."

Adam snapped the ball a bit too early and the ball sailed past the holder's hands. The kicker caught it and scrambled outside. He tried to set up a screen, but it was knocked down for an incomplete pass.

"Fake field goal is incomplete! There's a flag down on the play, which will likely be declined," the announcer stated.

"We've got two flags on the play. False start, number 72 offense. That penalty is declined. Holding, number 72 offense. That penalty is also declined. Game over," the referee stated and blew his whistle.

I felt sick to my stomach as the opposing team stormed the field. Poor Adam! As I departed the bleachers, I couldn't help but wonder what had happened on that last play. When Bree was finally ready to leave, we headed home to get ready for the dance.

I was nervous. So nervous in fact that I threw up. Fortunately, it landed in the toilet and not on the kitchen floor. After mouthwash, I put on the remainder of my clothes and I was ready to go!

Bree was already at the dance with a few of her friends, her boyfriend, and my date. I was eager to see an attractive bunch of school girls soon. Of course, the dance wasn't about them; no, it was about my friendship with Caitlin. And the dance number I set up with Aunt Janice and the book club. Yes, this dance was just getting interesting.

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Everyone but me headed onto the dance floor, Kavan, Owen and Jake headed outside to get some drinks. Adam had already arrived, which meant Sarah must be in the waste room. I could see Chase, the only guy wearing a tie, enter the premise.

"Still not here yet?" Chase asked.

"No," Adam informed him, his tone laced with worry. "I haven't seen her since the game. She promised she'd be here."

Curious, I headed over to see who they were talking about. I didn't have the chance to ask, however, because Bree stepped in and we all turned to look at her. The bottom half was dark blue while the top half was a light blue with a special pattern sewn in. It totally worked for her. Bree was beautiful in whatever she wore. "Hello, boys!" Bree greeted, walking in with Caitlin and one of her friends.

Caitlin was wearing a red strapless dress that went down to her knees. Her golden belt she wore went well with the gold outline from the bottom of her dress. Wow. I've been spending too much time with girls.

"Hey," a mopey Adam greeted.

"What's wrong with him?" Bree questioned, looking at her boyfriend.

"His girlfriend hasn't shown up yet. He hasn't seen her since the game," Chase responded.

Bree frowned, trying to show sympathy. I knew, however, on the inside that she was glad Sarah wasn't here, given their history together.

As the next song came up, Adam left to grab some punch while Chase and Bree headed onto the dance floor for this slow song. I looked to my date and held out my hand. Caitlin didn't say anything as she took my hand and followed me onto the dance floor. There wasn't really anything to say.

"Can I ask you something?" Caitlin asked as I twirled her around.

"Sure."

"Why did you ask me to the dance?" Caitlin asked. "Was it one of those-?"

"No it wasn't. I see something special in you, something that other people don't seem to want to see."

"And what might that be?" Caitlin inquired with a playful tone in her voice.

"Deep down, I sense you are a good, willing person. The other people don't seem to see that because you come across as unapproachable. As it is, my street smarts are hardly ever wrong. I'm guessing your negative attitude is caused by a parent. I have a feeling that it's your mother. Father daughter relationships are usually good, so that only leaves your mom. You feel the need to be accepted because there have been times in your life that you feel others look down upon you and you want to prove to others that you are someone not to mess with, so you put on this tough act. But the truth is you don't need the façade. I'd like to know the Caitlin inside, not the Caitlin that she puts on in front of the school."

"Leo, that was-"

At that moment, I heard Adam cry out in joy. In his hands was his phone, so whatever news he was receiving was pleasant to him. Looking up, Adam suddenly noticed that everyone was looking at him.

"Whoops. Sorry," Adam apologized. "Carry on!"

I could see Chase and my sister come over to talk to Adam. I think it had something to do with Sarah, seeing as how Bree forced yet another smile, but I could be wrong.

Caitlin and I shared a few more dances before I told her I would be right back. I had told her I would be doing a special performance. She understood and I briefly exited the gym, throwing on my pair of sunglasses. The time was now to impress. I waited until the present song ended and then the lights inside the gym dimmed. Everyone was confused. Suddenly, one of the girls swung open the door. I was the last one to reveal myself. Walking over to the center of the dance floor, I stood in position while the book club ladies, all of them wearing silver dresses, enclosed me.

"Cue it up, G!" I called. (Play Drop the Floor by… Lab Rats, I guess).

The music started up and everyone watched as I 'busted' my moves. At the end, everyone was clapping, including Chase. "Okay everybody! Give it up for my Aunt Janet and her book club!" I nodded at his backup dancers.

"That was awesome!" Adam said, walking over to Leo.

"It was just a little something for the kids," I replied modestly.

"AAAHHHH!" Danielle screamed.

"No way," Adam breathed, stunned at the sight in front of him. In fact, the entire gym fell silent, the DJ music turned off. She was at the door, looking like she had been through hell and back. "Sarah."

Blood was seeping from many cuts on Sarah's body and face. A bullet had lodged itself into her shoulder. The regular jacket was probably hiding some more injuries. What the f*** happened to her? And why on earth was she at the dance? She needed a hospital! "Hi," Sarah whispered. Her voice was so low, and her skin was so pale I had no idea how she was even conscious!

"Sarah!" Adam rushed over. "What are you doing here? You need a hospital!"

"I promised you I'd show up, so here I am."

My knees nearly buckled underneath me as the reason as to why she was here struck me. Sarah had promised Adam she'd show up – and she did, albeit numerous injuries. You did not come across loyalty like that every day! My body started to shake as a trail of tears found its way down my cheeks. Adam deserved Sarah. He truly did. So long as there wasn't some huge screw-up and they didn't fall out of love, the two were going to spend the rest of lives together.

"Come here," Bree whispered, gently taking my hand.

Too emotionally shocked to do anything, I watched Adam escort his girlfriend outside as Bree led me onto the dance floor. As I silently cried into my sister's shoulder, I looked to the spot where Adam had departed. The two of you deserve each other. Don't mess things up, Adam. Don't mess things up.


A/N: Leo's Jam is finished, which means the first four episodes are finished as well! All right! If you are curious as to the condition of Sarah (S-1)'s injuries, the answer will be received next chapter. Rats on a Train won't be ready for a while, I'm afraid. The opening part will be easy, however. The mission is going to be more challenging, but I think I can manage. Just need to think up names for the bad guys. Until next time. Peace!