Hi everyone! So, erm, I kinda lied about Spike being in the next one. Okay, in all fairness, I had no idea that I was going to do this! I wasn't planning to! But it just . . . happened!

It's New Years Eve, and where I live it's only a few minutes away from 2015. For almost everyone else, it already it. The New Year comes a bit late here. XD Anyway, to celebrate, I thought I'd do a one-shot with the young Lab Rats celebrating the new year.

This chapter isn't very good, and I only edited it once, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes! Eh, it's short, it's funny, and it was fun to write. Whatever. I liked it, even if it wasn't the best. :3

So, I don't own Lab Rats. I hope you all enjoy!

* * * Say Hello to a Brand New Year * * *

"But Mr. Davenport!" Chase whined. Adam looked up from his toy car to see what all the fuss was about. Chase and Mr. Davenport had been arguing for several minutes, but it had finally reached a volume that caught Adam's attention.

"Chase," Mr. Davenport said exasperatedly, his head resting in his hands, "I already told you no!"

"But I'm five years old!" Chase insisted. "I'm a big boy!"

Bree walked up and joined Adam. "What are they talking about?" she asked.

"I dunno," Adam said. He rolled his car back and released it, letting it roll several inches forward. How it did that was still beyond him, but he didn't really care. It was just fun to watch.

Chase jumped up and down, his face twisted into a pout. "But it's December 31st! It's a tradition in many parts of the world to stay up late and welcome in the New Year with great celebration."

"Yes, if you're an adult."

"What do you plan to do to welcome in the New Year?"

"Sit on my couch—upstairs—and watch fireworks. While you three are sleeping—down here."

"That's boring!"

"That's how I've done it for the past five years, Chase."

"I say we start a new tradition. Let's stay up till midnight and do what everyone else does. C'mon, Mr. Davenport, I just wanna be normal for just a little while."

"I don't know any normal five year olds who can stay up until midnight."

"Please!" Chase had restored to screaming now.

"Mr. Davenport," Bree said, walking over. "What's going on?" Adam moved to join her.

"It's New Years Eve," Mr. Davenport told them.

"What's that mean?" Adam asked.

"It's means that right now the year is 2003," the scientist told them. "But tomorrow it will 2004. It's turns from December to January, and January is the first month of the year."

"So what's Chase rambling on about?" Adam asked. Chase shot him a look.

"Your brother wants to stay up until midnight. At midnight, the year will officially change."

"Ooh, sounds fun!" Bree said, clapping her hands together.

"It is," Chase said. "It's an excuse to stay up late."

"Sounds great," Adam said. "Can we, Mr. Davenport?"

"Yeah!" Bree added. "I wanna stay up and see the New Year!"

Soon all three of them were pestering Mr. Davenport. He tried covering his ears and pushing them away, but no matter how many times he said "No," they continued begging.

"All right!" Mr. Davenport finally roared. "If you guys can stay up until midnight, then you can welcome in the New Year with whatever celebration you'd like. Okay?"

Adam and his siblings looked at each. One thing Adam loved about being with his siblings was the fact that they could speak with their eyes. Maybe it was something they had developed when Chase still hadn't talked. Whatever the reason, the three of them could carry on an entire conversation simply by looking at each other. And in this particular conversation, they all agreed.

"Deal," Chase said.

"We will stay up," Bree added. Her face was determined.

"I want to see what happens when the year changes," Adam said excitedly.

"Fine, then," Mr. Davenport said, a slight smirk sliding up his face. "But I seriously bet you guys can't stay up all the way to midnight."

"A week with no training says we can," Chase said quickly.

Mr. Davenport looked down at the three kids. "Who taught you to bet?"

Adam saw the mischievous gleam in his younger brother's eye. "You're the only one who's taught us anything," Chase pointed out. "So that would be you."

"Oh," Mr. Davenport said slowly. "Fine. If you can stay up all the way until midnight, you won't have to train for the first week of the year."

"Yes!" Adam said.

"You have yourself a deal," Chase said smugly.

Adam looked at the clock on the bottom of Mr. Davenport's computer. It was only six right now. They could do this, easy.

7:00 P.M. PST

"I've never stayed up past eight thirty," Bree said.

"Me neither," Adam added. "What if we can't do this?"

"We can," Chase said. "Come on, Adam, let's race our cars."

8:00 P.M. PST

Bree rubbed her eyes and yawned. "This is usually when we get ready for bed," she pointed out. Adam moved closer to his younger sister and wrapped an arm around her.

"Not tonight, Bree," he said. "Tonight we're staying up. Chasey, do you think you can handle it?"

"Why're you asking me?" Chase asked with a frown.

"Because you're the youngest of us," Adam replied matter-of-factly.

"But this was my idea," Chase said. "And I'm the smartest! Trust me, I can stay up just as long as you can."

9:00 P.M. PST

"Getting tired yet?" Mr Davenport asked.

Adam shook his head. He noticed Bree's head began to droop and he poked her in the ribcage. She shot up, looking around wildly. "What happened?" she yelled.

"You didn't fall asleep, did you?" Mr. Davenport asked.

"No, of course not!" Bree replied. "Just a little power nap. I'm still awake, trust me. I'll do anything for a week with no training."

"You know, if we lived on the east coast, we'd already be in the New Year," Chase piped up.

"Ooh!" Adam exclaimed. "Can you call them and ask what 2004 is like? I want to be prepared."

10:00 P.M. PST

Chase was staring at the book in front of him, but Adam could tell that he wasn't really reading. The younger boy was blinking a lot, and he would yawn every few seconds.

"You're only five, Chasey," Adam pointed out.

"Stop calling me that," Chase growled. "And I told you: I can stay up!"

"If you need to sleep . . ."

"No, I'm fine."

A blur ran past the boys. Bree had resorted to using her super-speed to stay awake. Whenever she got too tired, she ran into things. Whenever she ran into things, it woke her up—according to her.

There was a sudden clanging sound, followed by a sharp moan.

"She'll be good to go for another ten minutes," Chase said as he turned a page in his book.

11:00 P.M. PST

Bree walked up to Mr. Davenport with Teddy in her hands. Adam sat cross-legged on the floor and listened. "Mr. Davenport," she said firmly, "Teddy fell asleep. But since he hasn't activated his bionics yet and he doesn't train, I don't think he should count. Does he count?"

Mr. Davenport looked slightly confused. Adam grinned, wondering what his response would be. Come on! Adam thought. There's no way that Teddy counts. He's still to young to understand how bionics work. And I would know, because I tried to explain it to him. That bear is rude . . .

"Well," Mr. Davenport said slowly, "no, don't worry about it, Bree. Teddy is exempt from our deal."

"Huh?" Bree asked, cocking her head.

"It means free from an obligation or liability imposed on others," Chase answered from across the room.

As Bree walked over to question her genius brother about what those words meant, Adam heard Mr. Davenport mutter, "That kid is too smart."

11:58 P.M. PST

"Well, I'm impressed," Mr. Davenport said. "You guys stayed up all the way until midnight."

"We . . . we have . . . two minutes left," Chase said with a yawn.

"Not midnight yet," Adam mumbled.

"So close," Bree muttered.

All three of the kids were lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Adam had his blanket, Bree had her bear, and Chase had his rabbit. They had long since gotten into their pajamas.

"I'm a man of my word," Mr. Davenport told them. "You won't have to do any training this week. I'm pretty busy with meetings and stuff anyway."

Adam was too tired to even be happy. He just ran his fingers along the stitching of his blanket and rubbed it against his face.

After two more minutes—but what felt like forever—Mr. Davenport announced, "Happy New Year!"

"Yay," Bree mumbled quietly. Her eyes closed all the way and her breathing soon fell into the rhythmic pattern of sleep.

"It doesn't feel any different," Adam observed.

"It's not supposed to," Chase said. "I mean, all it is is that we'll have to write a new date. And it'll be different in history books and stuff. But nothing monumental is going to happen because the year changed. In fact, why do people celebrate? It's just . . . exhausting." Chase rolled over with Albert clutched in his hands, and Adam knew that he had fallen asleep too.

Adam let his own eyes close and his brain relax. After a few minutes, he felt himself being carried and placed into his capsule. The door clicked shut and Adam was left standing there. He draped his blanket over his head and started to drift off to sleep, but not before whispering, "Welcome, 2004."

And welcome, 2015.

Not too proud of how I did Chase. Do you know how hard it is to write a super genius who's still a kid? I think I did okay with Bree, and I actually liked the way I wrote Adam. He's still Adam, at any age.

Bree thinking her teddy bear is bionic . . . well . . . why wouldn't she think that? She's six! And bionic! Just live with it! XD

I'm posting this just before midnight my time, so that makes it the last thing I'm doing in 2014. I find that fitting. Fanfiction is where I spent most of my time this year, even if I joined in April. XD How about you guys? How has 2014 been for you? Are you excited for the new year?

Don't forget that I'll start my Song of the Day tomorrow morning. I hope you guys will participate in that and listen to the songs and read my little notes. :)

Thanks to you all for reading! I promise that the next chapter will actually have Spike in it. Reviews are appreciated, as usual. See you all next year! ;) Bye!