Hi guys :)

So...(does a calm lead up until...) OMG. WOW. 109? ONE HUNDRED AND NINE! I've got a theory that I'm actually in a coma right now (because I tripped over the couch or something, I don't know, with me it's possible) and my brain is making this all up, because stuff as FANTASTIC as this NEVER happens to me. Ever.

You're all the most UNBELIEVABLY MARVELOUS, WONDROUS people (or robots, because I don't judge) EVER! Seriously, you're all SENSATIONAL! WOW. Really, just...WOW.

I think my shock levels have hit a new level. A level I didn't even know they could hit until I casually turned on my phone thinking 'the last chapter was sorta short, it won't get that much of a response' GOSH, was I wrong. 15 reviews for 1 chapter. Just...THANK YOU!

Oh and all of the ideas you are sending me are all being added to this list thing I have on my desk- so don't worry, I'm recording and working on anything and everything you suggest. So feel free to keep suggesting stuff :)
(within reason though...I'm not going to write about Adam and Chase stealing a hotdog truck and running off to Mexico for a hippy music festival...actually, that's not a bad idea...[thoughtful face]...but you know what I mean. ACTUALLY, I don't even know what I mean, so go ahead and suggest anything! As long as it's still...you know 'T' or under...and I'll get around to writing and posting it eventually :) )

So this chapter is part 1 of the Leo VS Chase, because some people were wanting some parental fluff...which isn't exactly in this chapter, but will be in part 2. It also includes Leo's dad, (I had a whole other ending to this chapter planned with him having a major part, but then it got too long so I moved it to the start of part 2.)

I don't own lab rats, which is sort of a good thing, because if I had my way there would be no missions, just heaps and heaps of fluff. Or missions used just to injure someone to write something fluffy about...

Enjoy :)

OH AND CHASE STILL THINKS DONALD IS HIS DAD! (I know there are eventually going to be times when I go out of order with the episodes...I'm still trying to work out whether I should have a chapter with the lab rats dealing with Donald not being their dad or not... But for now they're all blissfully unaware until I specifically say so.)

Leo sitting on the carpet cross legged as he went through the materials Chase had laid out on the coffee table in a sort of childlike glee, murmuring his appreciation whenever he saw another bigger and shinier holograph board or data pad, before continuing on.

Chase was happy to allow Leo to look, the touching thing he wasn't so crazy about, but Leo was leaving soon to watch some sporting event, so Chase only had to fret over the idea of his step-brother breaking anything for a little bit longer.

"So what's all of this stuff for again?" Leo asked as he used one of the metal out rims as a mirror to check his face paint and make sure the blue could still be seen in his hair.

"Mr Davenport and I are going to build a set of phones that work via holographic communications, for my science project."

"Oh." Leo visibly lost his interest, "Wouldn't you rather build a laser? Or a remote controlled robot butler. Or a remote controlled butler that shoots lasers!"

"Errm, I'd rather stick with the phone idea," Chase muttered, scratching the back of his head.

Mr Davenport came and sat down beside Chase, "Okay, we can go through the logistics up here and then take everything down into the lab when we're creating the mainframe."

The youngest Davenport nodded, pulling out some of the sketches he had done before hand, "I made these, as a rough outline," he passed them over to his dad, who barely glanced down at them, "I mean they're not perfect, it's just maybe as a starting point or-"

Chase was cut off by the phone ringing, which Leo jumped up to answer, "I'll get it!"

"No really, I thought you were just running towards the phone for fun."

"Oooh, temper temper."

"Seriously. Why do you always have to appear whenever I specifically tell you to stay away?"

"Touchy too, it's alright- I was going anyway. I just found a box marked 'personal' up here, is there anything you want to say before I divulge in its contents, Chasey?"

"Stay out of my stuff!"

There was a dark chuckle before Chase felt Spike's presence move on to his frontal lobe to sift through his memories, because Spike rarely listened to Chase anyway.

During the seemingly short time the bionic had been conversing with his alter ego, Leo was just finishing up his phone call.

"-Yeah, I understand…maybe next time, right?...Uh huh…..oh no, it's okay…Yeah, I hadn't even gotten ready yet….okay…yep….you too. Bye."

Leo slouched back over, kicking over the foam finger he had propped up on the couch for when he was leaving.

"Hey, Buddy, what's wrong?" Mr Davenport asked, placing Chase's plans down on the table and moving over to where Leo was sitting -cough, sulking, cough- on the couch.

"My dad just called to cancel."

"Oh well," Chase bit his lip, "but hey, come on Mr Davenport, we've got work to do."

"Not now, Chase."

"Bu-"

"Why'd he cancel?"

"He forgot that he already had plans with Felicity. It's okay though, maybe I can help you guys instead?"

"N-"

"That sounds like a great idea, Leo," Mr Davenport clapped Leo on the back, cutting Chase off.

"This is my science project though, I'm barely allowed to ask you for help," Chase argued.

"I'm sure that it'll be fine," Mr Davenport replied, shooting Chase a very pointed look that told him that all arguments were futile and a waste of breath.

This was unfair. It was his project, his one on one time with his dad. It's not Chase's problem that Leo's dad couldn't take him out, how did that make it right that Leo could just cut into his Chase and Donald time?

Sooner or later Chase would never have any alone time with his father. Leo was already allowed in on 'The Call' which Chase was still getting over, because no matter what anyone said, it was unfair that Chase had to spend years on the sidelines begging his dad to let him help before he was even given a minor role, and Leo could walk in and be handed a job on par with Chase's.

"…Fine." Chase finally mumbled dejectedly.

"I'm sorry that you can't go to your soccer game…." Mr Davenport sighed to his step-son.

"Oh I could still go, I've got the tickets right here," Leo pointed down at his backpack, "It's just not the same going in by yourself. I mean sure they're court side, and they took weeks to save up for, but it just wouldn't be as fun by myself."

Chase could practically see the cogs turning inside Mr Davenport's head.

"Courtside? Interesting," Chase tried to speed up the conversation, "I suggest we start with basic coding, so we can save some time during later stages."

"How much do you want to go?" Donald questioned, ignoring his youngest.

"A lot."

"I could always take you…..I mean I don't really know that much about soccer, but I'm sure it'll be fun."

"Really?" Leo grinned, "That would be awesome Big D!"

"Really!" Chase practically shrieked, "Mr Davenport that is a terrible idea."

Chase couldn't believe it, he thought that he and Leo had an understanding. Ever since 'The Call' incident they had been especially careful to avoid stepping on each other's toes, but here Leo was practically dragging Mr Davenport out the door.

"But Mr Davenport, you were supposed to help me with my science project, remember?" Chase tried to calmly remind the older male, raising a screwdriver like it would help fix his father's skewed priorities.

But Donald was already by the door, pulling his coat on, "ahh, right. Well I'm sure you can handle it, it's not like you needed my help anyway."

"….But that's not the point," Chase mumbled miserably as the front door slammed shut.

He then, in a completely profession and not at all childish way, threw the screwdriver away and collapsed on the couch with his arms crossed. This was not sulking at all.

The door swung open again about half an hour later, and, the youngest bionic looked up hopefully, like maybe his dad changed his mind and had come back to help with the science project Chase had brought up about weeks ago- not minutes ago.

But it wasn't, "Oh, hi Rose," Chase attempted a smile.

Grandma Rose stood in the doorway clutching her oversized handbag, surveying the room with a look of distaste. Finally her sweeping gaze landed on Chase.

"Oh, hello sweetheart," she looked around once more, "Where is everyone?"

"Mrs Davenport's filling in for someone at work, Bree's at Caitlin's house, Adam's asleep and Mr Davenport and Leo just left to go see some team play some championship game."

"So I drag my sorry old self all the way over to visit my daughter and grandbabies and they're all busy? You know back in my day family used to do everything together and when Grandma visited we all came running."

Chase sat up straighter on the couch, "I'm sorry, Rose."

"Oh, it's not your fault dear. It just shows how much I'm needed here."

"Umm, I beg your pardon?"

"Well obviously I need to be here if they left a baby like you home alone-"

"But Adam's downstairs."

"To think, the doors unlocked-"

"And I'm old enough to take care of myself."

"A mad, crazy person could just waltz on in here-"

"There's a security gate."

This stopped Rose mid rant, "Oh no sweetheart, that gate isn't any better than the last one, I practically just drove on in."

Chase pondered this for a moment, it reminded him to never be a dividing force between Grandma Dooley and her family.

"And to think they left my favourite grandbaby by himself."

Wait, "Favourite?"

Rose sat down on the couch then opened up her bag and began shuffling through it, "Oh you bet your bottom dollar sugar, look at you sitting here with Grandma while everyone else is too busy with their fancy technology and sports."

"What about Leo?"

"Well….He's always been my grandson, he's had plenty of time being the favourite. Besides, he's got competition now, you don't just become Grandma's favourite by being the only child anymore, there are four of you now."

Chase smiled at this- Grandma Dooley really had accepted Adam, Bree and him as her grandchildren- and gestured towards the kitchen, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

She looked up from her bag, "Oh, I knew I picked right- that would be great baby, just be careful with the kettle." Chase nodded in affirmation as he jogged to the kitchen, "No running inside, baby."

"Sorry Grandma," Chase paused. Grandma? But Rose didn't correct him.

"Now when the tea's done I've got some hard candy for us, I know Leo likes the bran fruitcake so I'll save it for him, but if you want a slice or two I'm sure he wouldn't notice. Then maybe we can see if there's any board games around and have a couple rounds one-on-one, I don't want no TV rotting your brain."

"That sounds great Grandma," Chase beamed from by the kettle.

"What's all of this junk on the table?"

"I was going to use it for my science project."

"Oh, baby, let Grandma help you fix something up, you don't need such fancy equipment for a good ole' fashioned science project."

When Leo and Mr Davenport got home, they were obviously still used to the atmosphere that had surrounded them during the game because they came up to the front door laughing and hooting- basically being far too loud for that time of night….or morning. But when they walked inside they were immediately shushed.

Leo was the first to break out of his sudden trance, "Grandma!" he exclaimed excitedly as he rushed across to give her a hug.

"Oh, look at you," Rose murmured affectionately, clutching Leo's face in her hands, "You're getting cuter every day."

"Hi Rose," Donald grinned outwardly at his mother-in-law. (In his head he was mentally cringing).

"Mmhmm," she gave him a disapproving once over, "I've got to have a word with you. What were you thinking leaving a baby home alone?"

"Baby?" Mr Davenport questioned.

"Your nephew, Chase was practically scared stiff when I walked through the door- he must have thought I was an attacker or something- and what could a fifteen year old do to protect themselves against an intruder?"

"I'm sure Chase was fine, Adam's-"

"Downstairs, I know. Don't you talk like you think you know better than me, back when I was young I used to listen to my elders."

"Where is Chase anyway?" Leo interrupted after he escaped his grandmother's grip, noticing two empty cups and a game of Snakes and Ladders set up on the coffee table. All of the materials for Chase's science project were placed on the dining room table, practically untouched.

"Oh, he's a good boy, went to bed at a reasonable time. Unlike you, what are you still doing up young man?"

"We just got home."

Grandma Rose gave him an incredulous look, "That's no excuse, bed now!"

Leo made a tactical retreat (bolted out of the room).

"When Tasha gets home, we're having a serious discussion about taking care of children."

"I wouldn't really classify Chase as a child."

"Don't you contradict me, now come on and help me get my bags out of the car," Rose ushered Donald to the door.

"But aren't they those there?" He pointed to the two, rather large, suitcases in the corner of the room.

"Oh no, those are just my overnight bags, but by the looks of thing's I'll be needing to stay for much, much longer."

The next morning Chase went up to the kitchen and stuck his head in the fridge, "Grandma, it's not hardening!"

Rose stuck her head up from where she was knitting, because back in her day it was practically a rite of passage to know how to knit, and, she had already made plans to teach the youngest Davenport later.

"It'll take a few days, but don't worry, Grandma knows what she's doing- now come here and hold my string for me."

Chase obliged happily.

"Hey Chase, do you still need a hand with your science project, I've got an hour free that I could help you pull something together in."

Chase looked up from the book he was reading on knitting to Mr Davenport, "Oh, no thanks, Grandma Rose helped me last night- It's practically all finished."

Donald tried not to seem too upset that his mother-in-law had helped his son with his science project, even though it was supposed to be a father-son sort of thing, but anyways.

"Why are you reading a book on….knitting?"

"Oh, Grandma's planning to show me how to after she's finished shopping with Tasha, so I'm doing a bit of light reading before she comes back."

Donald exhaled almost silently (still loud enough for Chase to hear though) before turning away with a nod.

Leo wandered down the stairs and met the lovely sight of his grandma sitting beside Chase on the couch, with her hands over his on the knitting needles as she directed him through the process of knitting.

"Uh Grandma?" Leo questioned when he reached the bottom step.

"Oh, hi Leo," Grandma Dooley said without even looking up from the grinning Chase and his knitting progress.

"What are you doing?" he drawled in an almost sing song voice.

At this Rose looked up, "I was supposed to be teaching Chase how to knit, but it looks like he doesn't need that much help."

Chase looked up and grinned at Leo's grandma, "eyes on the knitting, baby," she lightly chided.

"Sorry Grandma."

"Uh, Chase?" Leo got a grunt in response, "Don't you have some studying you need to get done?"

Chase paused for a moment, thinking, "No."

"Any homework?"

"Nope."

"A word."

"No- wait, what?"

"Pardon."

"Sorry Grandma, pardon?"

"Can I have a word with you?"

Chase obliged, excusing himself before quickly standing up and following Leo down the hallway to his room. Then Leo rounded on him.

"What do you think you're doing with my Grandma?"

"Um, what are you talking about?"

"You. Spending time with my Grandma, why? What do you possibly get out of that?"

"You make it sound like spending time with her is more of a chore, I actually enjoy her company."

"I bet you're already Grandma's favourite then."

"As a matter of fact, I am," Chase smirked, puffing out his chest, "problem?"

There was a long silence where both boys just stared at each other.

"….No."

Then Leo spun on his heels and skulked off.

Whether he did it on purpose or not, Leo made his way to Mr Davenport and the two spent time together talking about sport and Big D's latest invention. Chase could hear everything they were saying, all the jokes and references that even Chase's vast amount of knowledge couldn't decipher. He'd just gritted his teeth and decided that he might as well spend a couple more hours with Grandma Rose.

Leo sat beside Donald, practically grinding his teeth together in anger. He couldn't believe Chase, he thought they had made an agreement after 'The Call' that they would try and keep everything nice and friendly. Apparently not though. Apparently backstabbing and stealing was something Leo should have added to the table while he had the chance.

How dare Chase do that? First he steals his mum, and there's no way Chase could deny that, he's heard him call her 'Mum' on numerous occasions. Now he's stealing his grandma from him? Sure he may not love her as much, but Grandma Rose is still his by blood.

Maybe Tasha doesn't love Chase as much as he knows she loves him, but regardless, Leo never signed up for sharing his parent.

If his dad hadn't cancelled, Mr Davenport could have been down in the lab with Chase, working on his stupid science project and away from Grandma Rose, she wouldn't be calling Chase her favourite.

"Maybe if you hadn't taken Donald with you….Adam was downstairs, you could have woken him," a voice whispered in the back of his head. But Leo quickly blocked it out, there was no way he was taking the blame for this.

"-and I said, 'no Your Honour' I'm awesome!" Mr Davenport finished another recount proving how spectacular and rich he was, laughing hysterically at the memory.

"Haha, Big D, you're hilarious."

"Really?"

"No."

Both males started laughing, though neither really knew why.

"Hey, so I've got a meeting this afternoon, I know, a meeting on a Sunday, right? Usually I'd see if Chase was free but-"

"He's busy knitting," Leo interjected.

"I know, which is why I'm asking you if you want to come out and check out Davenport Industries with me," then at Leo's enthusiasm he added a, "as long as you promise not to touch anything."

"This is going to be awesome!"

Donald didn't have the heart to take away from his enthusiasm, so he picked up his tablet and the two made their way to the front door.

"Hey, where're you going?" Chase called across in small voice, he was clutching the knitting needles waiting for Rose to get back from the bathroom.

"To Davenport Industries, I was going to sit in on a meeting and I was just going to set Leo up with some product testing," Donald supplied as he opened the front door.

"Oh."

Mr Davenport never let Chase go in and help out with product testing, the only few times he had been in he had sat through hour long meetings about shipping and tax. Why did his dad always do that? Always watch movies with Leo and take him to soccer games and let him play around with his inventions at his work.
He was obviously not interested in helping him with his science project and then when he had finished it, Mr Davenport had acted disappointing. There was no pleasing him. As juvenile as it made him sound, the only way he could describe the situation was as 'unfair'.

So, what did you think? I hope you liked it!(I've literally had this saved on my computer forever, it's so nice to finally post it...well half of it.)

Oh, if you guys aren't sure what a coffee table is, it's a small low table in a living room (the round table they have in front of their couch) I'm not sure if wherever you guys are from have a different word for it, so I decided I'd say what it was just in case.

Thank you once again for reviewing, seriously, it's so MIND BOGGLINGLY AMAZING! I never knew how happy a couple of sentences on my phone could make me...But now I do, I feel like I literally feed of reviews now...it's like my happy fix (I think I may have a problem :O )

Anyways, since I'm posting this at night, I'm planning on posting another chapter in the morning (when I wake up) but it won't be related to this one. I'll probably post the second half to this tomorrow night.

Thanks for reading, I can't wait to see you all tomorrow :)

P.S. I feel like I keep writing Spike...and I'm not sure why (but I really like it...)
P.P.S. You may or may not have noticed, but I always feel a tiny bit out of my comfort zone when writing Adam or Leo...because they have such BIG personalities that are hard to capture. But I think I'm getting better -which is a plus :) So, I'm sorry if they ever sound a bit off. (But then again, I have gotten some lovely reviews that tell me that you like Adam, which you can not believe how SUPER GREAT it is to hear/read!)

So that's all from me, bye bye! Thank you!