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I don't own lab rats!

Okay, so this chapter basically has a bit of a then vs now (like a thing of them as kids, and then a thing of them now) I don't know...it's hard to explain...but it's got baby baby Chase, baby Bree and toddler Adam!

Also mentions of Douglas and yeah...

ENJOY!

Oh, since I don't want to italics it (sometimes I think that takes away from the story) I'm going to BOLD the first letter of the 'current/now' chapters for quick differentiation.


"Who's that, Adam?"

"Da bay-bay."

"That's right," Donald smiled down at his eldest bionic, picking him up so he could get a better look at the little infant inside the incubator.

"He gave us a big scare, huh?" The man continued, allowing Adam to lean forward and place his tiny hand against the outside of the incubator's clear plastic. It was an almost daily ritual for Donald now, to take the young brunette over to see that his little brother was still safe and sound, every time getting closer and staying longer to placate the boy.

"Sma'," Adam murmured thoughtfully, just like he always did.

"Yeah, he is a little small, but he'll grow."

"Stuck," the toddler added, drumming on the box with his fist, which immediately caused Mr Davenport to take a large step back and reel Project A back in. Perhaps it was a bad idea to allow him so close to the incubator, he may be bionic, but he was still a toddler first.

"No, we don't bang on the glass Adam. He's not stuck, that's his bed."

"Bed?" The dark haired tot repeated, before shaking his head and giggling out a prolonged, "Nooo."

"Yes, Adam, that's his bed."

The boy in his arm's response was to point over to the two enclosed cots in the corner of the lab, "Bed."

How would he explain this to a child? Especially one so young.

"That's Bree's and your bed, but not Project C's. Not yet."

"Why?"

"Inquisitive today, aren't we?" Donald smirked, but after realising that his words were lost on the bionic, he answered the child's question, "Project C isn't like Bree, he came out early, so he needs to stay here to keep warm and away from germs. He was out of there when you moved homes, but that was silly of me for taking him out. Silly and dangerous. He needs to stay in here for a few more weeks."

"Da-ee kee' C wi'h us," Adam muttered out in a bitter tone.

"Well I'm not your daddy," Donald snapped back before he could help himself, which ultimately caused the child in his arms to start crying.

He kept forgetting that they tended to do that –temperamental little buggers, children were- his inventions were far less prone to such sudden malfunctions, and they could be easily fixed with mindless coding….stopping a child crying required more thought.

"No, don't cry, please don't cry," Donald began bouncing the child, which only made his howls louder. "Come on, it's not that hard. Just stop."

Adam's eyes were leaking all over his new shirt, and his loud wails seemed to be disturbing Bree in the corner of the lab, who was clinging on to a lab stool with one hand, with her other clutching the four dollar dummy he'd bought her from the service station last Tuesday. Her eyes were visibly distressed as she scowered the room for the source of such a noise.

"You're upsetting your sister," he tried in a stern voice, hoping a tone of authority would be effective, it didn't. But then Donald noticed the expression of discomfort on Project's C's face, and his voice turned slightly desperate, "and you're brother, Adam, Please."

This seemed to calm the child down, who after a few deep breaths managed to make a commendable effort in swiftly stopping his sobs.

"Da bay-bay?" Adam sniffed.

"Yes," Donald breathed, sighing slightly as relief entered his blood stream, "Crying upsets the baby too."

Mr Davenport had come to terms with it a long while ago that maybe he hadn't thought his impulsive grab of the three bionics through very well. He wasn't the 'parental' type. He went through these horrible thoughts about whether the bionics were indeed better off with Douglas or not, he -at least- certainly seemed to know what he was doing.

Donald didn't even have a proper play pin, the majority of things he had bought were arriving by airmail from a catalogue he stole from his neighbour's letterbox sometime next week. He had no idea how to take care of one child, let alone three!

Then there was the fact that one was starting to show noticeable signs of responding to the data on his bionic chip, one loved to wander off and another being premature and at risk of dying due to undeveloped lungs. Well, Donald knew that if he would have failed, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if any of them died within the first month of him having them. He took them so they could have a better life and be trained for good, not taken away to die from negligence and the idiocy of a man who thought raising a child would be the same as taking care of his virtual hamster.


Adam and Chase were currently insulting each other across the living room, Chase casually sprawled across the couch next to his step brother, while Adam was in the kitchen holding an almost protective stance over the left over lasagne.

"Oh that was a good one," Adam taunted, condescending smirk playing at his lips, in reply to his brother's quick word play, "high five…..oh wait….low five, sorry."

"Really? I think someone needs some new material," Chase scoffed, "But then again, it's not like I was expecting much from someone so….you know?" He offered a faux smile.

Adam gritted his teeth and took a step forward, "I'd punch you, but Mr Davenport taught me not to hit little girls."

"I'd insult you, but I think you're intelligence makes you look stupid enough as it is," Chase straightened up on the couch.

Leo awkwardly stared at the game screen, remembering the time he ended up getting caught up in one of the infamous 'Bionic Bro Arguments'…..it was a terrifying, emotionally scarring ordeal that he never wanted to relive ever again.

"Whoa, did you see that guy? You should plan an elaborate strategy to eliminate him before he even thinks about becoming a potential threat," Leo nodded encouragingly at the screen, but Chase ignored him.

"You little, dorky -" Adam started.

Chase interrupted, standing up and stalking over to the kitchen island, "You big, dim-witted -"

"Okay! Well, this was lovely, but I'm just going to….." Leo quickly stood, raised a pillow up to protect his face and ran.

He came back five minutes later, phone in his hand ready to gather film evidence so that he couldn't be blamed for breaking anything. He stuck his head in to check if the coast was clear to discover Adam and Chase lying against the upturned couch, covered in flour and laughing their heads off. Adam patting Chase on the back good-naturedly while the youngest Davenport shook flour out of his hair. Both still in hysterics.

Leo backed away…..obviously they had lost their minds.


"Home?"

Donald had been in the middle of dressing Bree in a new jumpsuit when Adam had come up behind him.

"Pardon?" He tried, even though he knew exactly what the eldest child was asking.

"Go home?"

Adam wanted to know when he was going home, no matter how many times Donald had attempted to persuade him that Douglas was evil and he never really had a proper home there…..Adam was insistent.

So Donald had cowardly hid behind excuses and distractions, "Hey…..Do you want to see how Project C is going?"

"Home."

"Not yet. Brother."

Obviously Adam had agreed, but refused to take Donald's hand when they walked over to the incubator…..Bree did however, but she never seemed to be quite in the moment as much, so that was probably more to assist her. Keep her grounded. Project B's mind was always buzzing, he'd conducted a brain scan out of worry that something was wrong with her, only to find the opposite –her brain was functioning just like the rest of her- phenomenally fast.

They quickly reached the incubator, which Donald dragged a chair over to and placed Bree and Adam on his knees, no matter how much a certain toddler grumbled. But Adam's entire demeanour changed when he saw his brother.

Bree wasn't that interested in Project C, he just sort of lay there, Bree was all about movement and needed constant stimulus, which she didn't get from something that usually slept. Adam was more interested, he was fascinated by the tiny creature.

"Are you going to say 'hi'?"

"Hi bay-bay," Adam waved, while Bree just regarded Davenport with an almost 'are you serious?' look.

"…..Do you want to hold his hand?" Donald was too scared to take Project C out, but perhaps a simple hand hold could suffice for the small toddler who was slowly forgetting about thinking about 'home'.

"Uh huh."

And so Adam ended up delicately clutching Project C's hand through one of the flaps, smiling in wonderment when his baby brother curled his fingers around his own.

"Look, Project C likes you," Donald smiled.

"Chh-hase," Adam correct absentmindedly, "Da-ee say Chh-hase."

That was right, Douglas had named the project already….but Donald was hoping he could change it, he wasn't very impartial towards Chase. He was thinking more of a 'Collin' like his good friend from University, but Adam was very adamant about keeping 'Chase'. So it was 'Project C' until he could convince the eldest bionic about a name change.

"Collin."

"He wikes Chh-hase," Adam argued.

"Oh, and you know this how?"

The eldest bionic glanced down at his younger brother, "I ca' tell. I ask-ed 'im."

"You asked him?" The man scoffed, Project C was a baby, a baby who had decided to be born before Douglas induced the birth…..far earlier. He showed no signs of what his bionics were, and Douglas had kept tight lipped. Project C didn't like 'Chase' -he had no clue what was going on- Project A did.

But then Adam looked Donald dead in the eye with an almost proud look adorn his round face and said, "Ch-hasey's smar'."


The two Davenport boys were currently stuck down in the lab doing homework, not how most people wanted to spend their Friday night.

"What did you get for 7?"

"Adam, I'm not in your class –I'm creating a letter of application that suits the criteria."

"….Oh."

"Give it here," Chase snatched the piece of paper out of his older brother's hand, sparing a moment to glance down at the test, "It's 'E'. All of them are 'E'."

"All twenty-seven of them?" Adam questioned taking his sheet back, to which his younger brother nodded in affirmation. "Why?"

"Teacher's do it sometimes -see who goes with their gut and what they think is right," Chase shrugged.

"….Thanks," Adam smiled, circling all of the appropriate boxes. Silently wondering how his brother could just know so much.

"It's okay."

Adam was about to stand up and leave when he noticed the subtle way his brother was running his fingers through is hair, and thought better of it, "Trouble?"

"I've done all of the work, I just need a fake name but the best I can think of is Thomas, and I don't look like a Thomas."

"I don't know, you could, if you were blue and a train," oldest Davenport chuckled, before he shrugged, rolled his tongue around his mouth and then scrunched up his face, "What about Collin?"

Chase's head immediately flicked up, he knew that name, but he just couldn't place it, "Where'd that come from?"

"Dunno, but I think it sort of fits in a weird way."

"Yeah, thanks, you're right –it sort of does, doesn't it?"

"I just sa-"

"That was rhetorical Adam. But thanks," Chase ended the sentence with a small smile.

He stood up with his brother, glad he could now go and show Tasha his homework (who had had a major freak out about seeing them do their homework before they did anything else because of the documentary 'Teen Thug: A Life Story' she'd seen on TV which called not doing homework 'a gateway into hoodlum-ville.) Besides, he needed to help Leo hack into the mainframe for whatever reason his step-brother needed to. Chase gave up asking a long time ago, it made him look less guilty when dealing with the aftermath anyways.


Bree became far more interested in Chase (Donald was still bitter about losing the 'Collin' argument to a toddler) once he was older and could bop around next to her. In fact, Project C was one of the few things she could happily stay focused on for more than a minute.

Adam, after spending a year and a half with Donald had grown to accept the fact that this was his new home, and had almost forgotten about Douglas….which was admittedly bittersweet…..the child still occasionally woke up and in a hazy confusion asked for or about him, but it never went passed that.

"Chasey, hop hop," Bree clapped her hands together as she demonstrated how to jump 'really high' to her little brother, demanding his attention.

Donald had to hand it to Chase, he was a fast learner. In fact, Mr Davenport was almost certain that Adam had been right when he said that Project C was smart- Donald would go as far to say that he had superior intelligence.

"Like this?" The youngest bionic copied his sister precisely.

He may have started talking later, but he began in full sentences and with such clear enunciation that it was sometimes hard to believe that he was the youngest…..well from voice alone. Appearance wise he was still tiny. He'd grown and was remarkably strong, but he was still far too small and weak for both Donald and Adam's liking.

Since Chase was premature, he was more susceptible to sickness, which worried Mr Davenport slightly. Sure, he was positive that he could easily move on without Project C, he'd be sad, but these things happen. It was the other two Projects who were growing rather attached. Occasionally Donald thought about separating them, just in case, but that would make him just as bad as his brother, so he kept them together against his better judgement.

Adam wouldn't let him either. He knew that the bionic now looked at him like a father….but he would never be parted from his siblings. He wouldn't.

Even now the eldest bionic was watching them, carefully out of the corner of his eye, just to make sure they were okay and that if they fell over –he'd be the first there.


Bree was on her phone, she wasn't texting anyone or on the receiving end of a phone call, she was just playing around with her settings –and bored out of her mind. She just wished that someone would text her already. Sure Hailey had messaged her five minutes ago, but that felt like a lifetime ago…..especially for someone who was also on the move, like Bree.

Sometimes it just felt like life was in slow motion, why did people take so long to do things? It was strange, they should be doing it as fast as they could, not take their time.

"Hey Bree," even the way people spoke came out sloth like, lazy and paced.

"Chase," she acknowledged as her brother sat down next to her and began reading out of the mother of all books, "And what do I owe this….pleasure?"

"Adam and Leo took over the lab for 'Ultimate Soccer' I left before I became the ball," he explained, not even bothering to look up.

"Good call."

Chase confused her, he had so much potential, she could see how fast he read, could practically feel all of that potential energy surrounding him –practically begging to be used- and watch his brain work just as fast as hers when he wanted it to. It was just so frustrating sometimes.

"Mmhmm."

The only female Davenport checked her Facebook and Twitter, watched a few YouTube videos and even had a bit of fun with Google images…..but then she just got bored of the internet. Eventually she just flipped back across to Facebook and began mindlessly scrolling.

"My friend has that," Chase murmured.

"What, Facebook? You make it sound like you don't."

"….Because I don't."

Bree silently began her round of thank you's for finally having a project, but verbally she gave a long winded sigh and tutted at her brother, before, "You know, I suppose I could always help you create one?"

"No thanks, I don't really want one."

"You sure?"

"Yep. I don't see the need, you know?"

"Really sure?"

Chase blinked at her, before he pulled his face up into a thoughtful expression, "Why not? Okay."

And so Bree logged out of her account and opened up a new one, helping her brother fill out all of the 'must haves' that he thought were really weird and personal, but put in anyway. They stayed doing that for about half an hour, getting lost in multiple conversations –until Bree's phone rang and her lagging phone delivered all of the text messages she had missed in the past half hour: 57.

"Sorry about that," Bree declined the call and turned back to Facebook.

"What about your texts?"

"They'll be there when we're done, but we still haven't put in your shopping preferences –now tell me Chase, do you prefer-"

"The second one," Chase answered, having already read the names over her shoulder.

"Really?" She raised her eyebrow and shot her younger brother an unimpressed look.

"…Yeah?" It came out like a question.

"Are you sure you don't like- you know what, it's your Facebook page, whatever you want to like is your own business," Bree bit her lip and sighed….he was making a big mistake.

"Okay, 'like' the first one," he sighed.

"You do?" Bree misinterpreted what he said.

"No," Chase grumbled, "But obviously you want me to, so hit 'like'!"


It was almost fascinating for Donald, who could clearly remember everything from day one, how different things were now….yet how they were the same too.

Bree had, years ago, slowed down long enough to discover that you don't actually have to live life like you're always in a hurry. Occasionally, sure, her mind did jump around a lot. However, her siblings, full blood and half, seemed to always be able to capture her attention for longer periods of time than anyone else, even keep her away from her phone, which was no mean feat.

And Chase, well Chase had continually had Adam from day one, who had always taken a special interest in making sure his far weaker brother was okay, especially after learning that his bionic ability was super strength, which he could use to protect his siblings. He had him wrapped around his little finger even before he'd done it all of those years ago, even though now his older brother was far more discreet about it.

And gosh, had that little premature infantile with the dodgy lungs grown up and become so much stronger and better than Donald could have ever imagined. He still remembered being worried about training him, now look, his son was in charge, the brains of the operation.

The only thing that didn't go to plan, and Donald found incredibly heartbreaking, was that his eldest, the one who he used to have such heated debates with…had slowly lost the bulk of his thought processes as his bionic chip required more and more brain capacity to maintain. But he remained loyal and faithful, with his moral compass always pointing right, and he was always so blissfully happy. Which proves that maybe sometimes brains are a curse, not an advantage.

But he supposed that at the end of the day -no matter what- his kids were still the same little ones he had wheeled into the lab inside a shopping trolley. And nothing made him prouder. They'd grown so much, and always found new ways to make him honoured and so very thankful that he decided to do what he felt was the right thing and save those three little bionic humans. His two incredible sons and one brilliant daughter.

They were going to forever be heading upwards and onwards…and always, always together. He could tell. Because they were family, and that's what family does best.


So what did you think? Personally I didn't like the end (because I literally had no idea how to finish it off) but I hope you liked the chapter!It was fun writing the jump between past and present :)


Oh and Donald is a bit weird in this chapter...mainly because when he first got the lab rats (in my story at least) he didn't love them like his kids, didn't think of them as his niece and nephews and took the whole scientific 'these are still subjects, but they are now mine' thing and 'I'm doing this because I feel like it is morally right' instead of because he cares about them.

But then if you've read this far you've seen how much he grows to love them as is own :)

I don't really know why I wrote Adam getting dumber as he got older...It just sort of happened and I liked it so I kept it. Same with Bree, she's got a bit of...I don't know, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)? But then not at the same time...because she moves so fast that when really young I decided that it might be hard for her to focus on things for so long because she herself was moving so fast.

Then Chase is a premmi because it could make it make sense on why he is 'short' (I don't think he is, but anyways) and then why Adam can be a bit more protective, and Davenport has a soft spot for him (besides for the fact that they are so similar) because they remembers when he was this weak little thing. Also another reason why Adam calls Chase short, because he still remembers when he was so tiny.
Oh and the lung thing is just something a lot of premature babies have a problem with (because since they were early they might not have had a chance to fully develop) but you can be perfectly fine once you're older.

Oh and I'm not sure what you guys might have in your country, but in Australia -premature babies go in these 'incubators' which is basically like a cot (crib) with a plastic roof and walls to cut out sounds (but not sounds proof I don't think), keep them in a sterilized environment and in a place with regulated heat (because they're not very good at controlling that). They stay in them for varying amounts of time and yeah...


Thank you so much for reviewing and reading this far, it means a lot! Like seriously, so much :) You're all FANTASTICALLY MARVELOUS!

What type of chapter do you think I should do next? Parental, Leo and Chase, Bree and Chase, Adam and Chase, Spike and Chase (or any combination new or mashed up)?

Catch ya tomorrow, yeah? Bye!