Hey guys! Wow, it's been a while since I updated. Sorry about that. My life has been crazy busy. Honestly, I hate stressing out about updating new chapters, but it happens a lot. So I would appreciate it if you guys could understand when I need to take a break from writing for a bit. Not saying you don't, because you are truthfully the best readers a girl could ask for, but I'm just asking for a bit of understanding while I work on this. Thanks! :D

Okay, I'll admit, this one-shot is not my best. To be honest, I just wrote it because I thought the title sounded cool. XD It's short, and I'm not super proud of how I ended it, but I thought I've kept you guys waiting for long enough.

There is a mention of blood in this chapter (just a bit), but if you're squeamish about that kind of thing, feel free to skip.

I don't own Lab Rats. Enjoy! :D


* * * The Liquid Has a Name * * *


"I'm bored," Bree moaned. When that got no reaction, she repeated, louder this time, "I'm bored!"

"Alright, well, have fun with that," Chase mumbled. He was entirely focused on the book that was lying open right in front of him. He was on his stomach, thoroughly engrossed in what he was reading. That made Bree mad.

"But I'm bored!" Bree whined even louder, dragging out the word.

"How is that my problem?" Chase shot back, finally lifting his eyes from the pages of his book.

"Because I need someone to entertain me."

"Bree, I'm not a monkey to do tricks for you. Now, shush up. I'm reading here!"

"I wish you were a monkey," Adam said, coming out from the lab doors. Bree jumped, but smiled when realized it was just her brother. "Then we could go on adventures and explore the world!"

Chase's mouth opened a little bit and one of his eyebrows rose. Then he shook his head silently and went back to reading.

"Adee, I'm bored," Bree moaned, deciding to take up her plight with her other and, in her opinion, more interesting brother.

"I think I got just the thing," Adam said. He pulled his arms out from behind his back and proudly displayed a small metal object in his hands.

"What is it?" the five-year-old female asked, scooting closer to her brother.

"I dunno," Adam said, cocking his head a bit. "I just found it. I think it's one of Mr. Davenport's new inventions or something. But doesn't it look cool?"

"Guys, that could be dangerous," Chase warned without looking up.

"You're such a tree in the dirt!" Adam said.

"Stick in the mud," Chase corrected.

"Whatever."

"Hey, I'm just making a point. Do what you want. But if something goes wrong and you blow your eyebrows off, I have the right to say, 'I told you so!'"

"Blow our eyebrows off?" Bree scoffed.

"I saw it on TV!"

"Whatever," Bree said, waving off her brother's warnings. "It looks like fun. Let's try it, Adee!"

Bree and Adam settled down on the floor and started to poke at the strange invention. They saw no buttons or switches, only a long, metal, stick-like object with small ridges on it. The two siblings played around with it, trying to figure out how it worked.

"Maybe it's like a bracelet," Bree suggested. She held it up against her wrist.

"Bree, it's flat," Adam pointed out. "Even I can see that."

Bree just scowled. She started to move it away, but suddenly she felt a sharp pain shooting through her hand and up her arm. Bree yelped and instinctively drew back the device. That action only caused the pain to spread. Bree threw the small object across the room, narrowly missing the top of Chase's head. The youngest looked up and frowned.

"What happened?" Adam asked

"I-I don't know," Bree mumbled. She gripped her arm and looked down at it. A red line was starting to form across the back of her wrist. "What is that?"

By this time Chase had crawled over to investigate, his book forgotten. He gulped as he looked at the line on Bree's hand. "That would be blood, Bee-Bee," he said quietly, his voice shaky.

"Do I need it?" she whispered.

"Um, yeah, it only keeps you alive!" Chase snapped sarcastically. But his face had turned a bit pale and his bottom lip was trembling.

"It's getting bigger," Adam observed.

"It hurts," Bree murmured. The pain was spreading across her arm. Tears leapt into her eyes and Bree bit her lip. "Guys, it hurts!"

"Alright, okay, nobody panic!" Chase said.

"You're the only one panicking," Adam pointed out.

"Yeah, are you okay, Chasey?" Bree asked, feeling like taking the attention away from her wounded arm would somehow make it feel better. "Your face is turning white."

"I'm fine," Chase said, though Bree could tell he was lying at least a little bit. "It's just kinda . . . I mean . . . whatever, we just need to treat it right. Adam, go get a wet washcloth. I'll get the band-aids."

Adam nodded and rushed off to the bathroom. Chase ran across the lab and started digging through one of the desk drawers. Bree cradled her arm against her chest. Despite her best effort, tears were beginning to flow out of her eyes. She quickly wiped them away with her good hand, but they continued to come.

The oldest bionic came back with the wet washcloth. He helped Bree press it against her hand. Chase returned with a small square sheet.

"Good job, Adee," Chase commended his brother.

Adam nodded and lifted the cloth. Most of the blood had left Bree's hand. It had been transported onto the cloth.

"L-Look," Bree said with a sniffle, "the w-washcloth got hurt too." She managed to crack a half-hearted smile.

"Here, let's get this on you," Chase said, kneeling beside his sister. He peeled off two white flaps from the back of the sheet and pressed in onto Bree's wrist.

"A sticker?" Bree asked incredulously.

Chase looked like he was about to say something, but he changed his mind and said instead, "Yes, a special sticker that will make you feel better. See, it even has a bunny on the back of it!"

"Ooh!" Bree squealed. "That's a cute bunny. Hi bunny! He'll help me feel better! Is he magical?"

"You bet!" Adam said. "Bunnies are the most magical-est of creatures. Behind unicorns, zebras, and turkeys, of course!"

"Why turkeys?" Chase asked.

"They're so magical they get their own holiday!" Adam insisted. "You know, Turkey-giving Day?"

"Thanksgiving Day?" Chase corrected.

"Tomato, tomato," Adam said, waving his hand.

The lab doors whooshed open behind the kids and they turned to see who was coming in. Although considering only four people in the world ever came into the lab, and three of them never left, it was, of course, Mr. Davenport.

"What's going on, guys?" he asked, sitting down in the desk chair.

"Bree hurt herself," Adam said matter-of-factly.

"What?" Mr. Davenport yelped, jumping right back up from his chair. "Where? How? What?"

"You're funny," Adam giggled.

"Just my hand, Mr. Davenport," Bree said sheepishly.

"They were messing around with your invention," Chase said, pointing to the small metal stick that was still on the other side of the lab.

"Snitch," Bree hissed.

"You what?" Mr. Davenport asked again. He sighed and gripped the bridge of his nose. "Okay, okay, first things first: can I see your hand, sweetie?"

Bree obediently held up her hand. "Adee and Chasey helped me put that on," she said, pointing to the band-aid. "The magical bunny will help me feel better."

"Magical bunny?" Mr. Davenport repeated quietly. He shook his head, but he didn't say anything else. "You guys did a good job taking care of this."

"On TV they always kiss the boo-boo," Bree said softly. She lifted her hand a bit higher.

Mr. Davenport pursed his lips. "Uh, Bree, I don't know . . ."

"Please Mr. Davenport?"

"Oh, fine." Mr. Davenport got down on one knee. He gently took Bree's hand and kissed the band-aid on her wrist. "There, all better?"

Bree giggled. "Much."

"My turn next!" Adam said. He took Bree's hand and kissed the injury as well. "Now it's Chasey's turn!" Everyone turned to look at the youngest bionic.

"Um, no way," Chase said, shaking his head furiously.

"Oh, come on, Chasey!" Bree said with a laugh. "Kiss my wrist!"

"No!" Chase shouted, backing up.

"Kiss it!" Bree squealed. She advanced towards her brother.

"No! No!" Chase shouted, but he was still smiling. He turned around and began to run around the lab.

Bree laughed and began to chase her brother. Adam joined in as well. Mr. Davenport just settled down to do more work. Bree continued to run after Chase, shouting dare upon dare that he kiss her injured wrist.


So, yeah . . . was it alright? Hopefully it wasn't confusing. So Bree accidently found some kind of pressure point on the invention, and that caused something sharp to stick out from it and prick her wrist. When she tried to pull it away, she just dragged it across her hand and made the scratch bigger. Then Chase was a little freaked out by the blood. Does that make sense?

'Tomato, tomato' doesn't look/sound as good in writing. XD But you know the saying, right? 'Tow-may-tow' and 'tow-mah-tow.' You know what I meant! Also, I don't find it unlikely that they knew about Thanksgiving. I mean, in Commando App it was shown that they celebrated Christmas. :/

I also slipped in a slight "Bolt" reference, if anyone caught it.

So, let me know what you thought! I appreciate every single review I get. Wow, you guys really like this story! Thank you so much! I hope this satisfied you. If you have any suggestions for future one-shots, review or PM them to me. See you soon! Bye! :D