Kihonne: Hey folks, sorry for such a long delay between chapters. Between Christmas being busy, and then me getting the flu, writing hasn't been on the top of my list of priorities. However, I'm mostly feeling better now, and I'm back to writing.

Unfortunately, all I have for you right now is Adam's chapter, but I hope to have Leo's up either later tonight or sometime tomorrow. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!

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Algernon23: I'm so glad that you liked it so much! Rani's always been one of my favorite characters to write, so I'd been really excited to write her scenes. Nyssa will be a fun addition to the New League of Heroes too – she won't be a main character, unfortunately, but she will guest star in one chapter, so you can look forward to that. And yes, I've finally put a date for Legacies! It's going to be a cool series, I can tell you that! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter (and Leo's, if it's out by time you see this).

LabGirl2001: I'm so glad you liked it! And I always figured Liam would be protective when it came to boys – he knows how he was when he was that age, after all. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Amazingchichi741: Thanks! As for the main characters, they are: Ben VanOver, Naomi Davenport, Noah Parker, Emily Davenport, Kira and Kameron Broadman, and Seraphina Storm. There will be others who appear in every chapter, and some of them will be main characters, but I can't reveal their names without giving away some stuff I've got planned.

SzymonS: Me too. It's been fun writing for these guys for the past few years, and I am going to miss some of these characters.

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Adam: Kihonne doesn't own Mighty Med, Lab Rats, or the Elite Force. She just owns this series, any OCs in the chapter, and anything else you don't recognize.

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2013

"Give it back, Chase!" I shouted angrily. He and Bree were always stealing my things, and I was sick of it. Not to mention, the last time he took my IPod, he filled it with a bunch of lame audio books and screwed up my playlists.

Chase managed to get behind the closing doors to the main part of the lab before I could get to him, the door sliding shut seconds before I could grab the back of his shirt. "Good luck getting in!" I heard him yell, his voice muffled by the door. "That steel door is thicker than your head!"

'Oh yeah?' I thought to myself before balling my fist and slamming it into the doors with all my might. I smirked triumphantly as the doors came unhinged, and with a single push, they both fell to the ground. Chase stared at me, eyes wide as I smirked back. It was always so fun when I managed to surprise him.

"Well, that's another way to get in." He joked weakly, backing up. I lunged at him, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and lifting him off the ground before he could escape.

"Give me back my IPod!" I snapped, losing my patience with him.

"I don't have it!" Chase protested, struggling in my grip. He stopped struggling suddenly, and I looked behind me to see Bree walk into the middle of our fight, my IPod in her hands and my earbuds in her ears.

"Oh, hey." She grinned. I gasped, dropping Chase.

"You took my IPod!" I accused, pointing at my sister. She looked at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Taylor Swift mega-mix? Really?" She judged me.

"I find her soothing." I reasoned, reaching for the IPod. Bree tried to walk away with it, so I shot a blast of my heat vision just over her shoulder. She stopped in her steps, then turned around to glare at me.

"Oh, I know you didn't shoot that laser at me." She said, giving me a look.

"Oh, sorry. It was a terrible mistake, just like your face." I retorted. She glowered at me, then sped forward and pushed me into Mr. Davenport's empty yellow barrels. I stumbled into them. Before I could retaliate, though, something caught my eye. Or rather, someone.

There was a strange, small, dark-skinned kid behind the barrels, staring at us with wide eyes. The four of us all stared at each other before screaming, too confused by the situation to do anything else.

The kid went running deeper into the lab after letting out a high-pitched scream, and I looked at Chase and Bree to see if they knew what to do. Calla and Mr. Davenport were the only people to ever be in the lab, and Mr. Davenport had made sure to introduce Calla to us so we'd know who the strange girl walking around the lab would be. This kid, on the other hand, we had no idea who he was or where he came from.

"C'mon." Chase told us, following the kid into the lab, brow furrowed in confusion. I followed suit, still wondering how he'd gotten down here.

2014

"Are they gone?" Bree hissed as we all hid behind a crate. Chase muttered a reassurance a moment later, having made sure that he was right about the boat's crew being below deck before climbing out from behind the crate.

As far as boats went, this wasn't the worst one we could have ended up on. Sure, it was smelly and icky and about as far as one could get from a luxury ocean liner, but it was better than some dingy, right? And it would be impossible to trace, which was supposed to be the point.

"Well, after the last six hours, I can confidently say there is no ladylike way to sit on an anchor." Bree announced, breaking the silence.

"What are you complaining about? I had a seagull using my head as a nest." Chase argued with her, pulling a few feathers out of his hair and tossing it into the ocean.

"Where are we headed anyway?" Bree questioned.

"No idea. I can't pinpoint our locations without our GPS locators." Chase replied, sounding frustrated. I smiled sympathetically, knowing how much he would miss using certain aspects of his bionics. Bree and I could use ours just fine, but connecting to our GPS, or even the mini computer he had in his head, could make it easier for the FBI to find us.

"I bet we're going to Acapulco. That's where all the cruise ships go." I forced a grin onto my face. Someone had to keep us optimistic around here, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be either of them.

"Adam, this isn't a cruise ship. It's a cargo freighter." Chase explained to me, his tone giving away his annoyance. I rolled my eyes and sat down on a pile of ropes, trying to get comfortable in them as if they were a beach chair.

"Well, whatever it is, we're on vacation, okay?" I was fully aware that this wasn't some kind of vacation, but I figured, if we could pretend it was for a little while, it might get Bree and Chase to calm down a little.

"This is not a vacation! We're hiding from the FBI!" Unfortunately, not even Bree seemed willing to play along, not even for a minute.

"And if they find out about us, we'll become government guinea pigs and Mr. Davenport will go to jail." Chase added, saying the truth I was trying to avoid out loud. It wasn't that I didn't know all that – I may not have been the most focused during training, but if I learned anything from Mr. Davenport, it was why we had to keep our bionics a secret.

"Oh, will you relax? Nice to get away every once in a while, isn't it? And where is that waiter?" I asked, playing dumb. It was easier to pretend sometimes. Chase worried enough for all three of us most days.

I didn't really blame him. I hated this situation too. I knew what this all meant – that we would probably never go home again. We'd probably never see Mr. Davenport, Leo, or Tasha again, ever. We were giving up our family. Chase was giving up Calla (he'd probably never get a girl again, let alone someone like her), Bree was giving up Jaden (I didn't entirely buy the fact that they were 'just friends'), and I was giving up Jessica (I should have asked her while I'd had the chance. Now she would always be a 'what if', and that fact sat uncomfortably with me). We were giving up the only lives we'd ever had.

I wasn't oblivious to all that, despite what he and Bree clearly thought. But…I don't know. Maybe focusing on the good was just better than focusing on the bad. And if that meant I had to make up the good by acting stupid and pretending things were alright when they weren't, so be it.

2015

I stretched, opening the fridge in search of something to eat. It was well past one in the morning, and I knew everyone in the house was asleep – hell, I could hear Douglas snoring from his room down the hall. I should probably be asleep too, but after the day we'd had, I just couldn't close my eyes. It was irrational, I knew that Mr. Davenport and Officer Parker were handling the situation, but I half expected government goons to just charge in here at any moment and try to take us away again.

I sighed, knowing there was no way in hell I was going to get some shut eye, no matter how heavy a meal I had this late. Instead, I grabbed a bag of popcorn and shoved it in the microwave, before snatching Leo's Oreo container out of a different cupboard. It was pretty late, so I doubted there was going to be much on TV, but there had to be something.

The popcorn was almost done when I heard a sound. It didn't take Chase's super-hearing to tell that it was coming from the backdoor. I waited a moment, thinking that maybe Henry (the raccoon that Chase, Bree, and Tasha refused to let me officially adopt) had come back, but when I heard the door slowly open, I made my way towards the source. It couldn't have been any of the others – everyone was asleep in their bedrooms, I was sure of that, so it must be an intruder. I stayed close to the wall, hoping to take advantage of the fact that the intruder thought everyone would be asleep, and didn't act until I saw the outline of a dark figure coming from the shadows. I reached out at the last second and flipped the intruder over my shoulder, smirking when they let out a surprised cry as they hit the ground. I quickly flipped on the lights, wanting to see the face of the person stupid enough to break into my home and come after my family.

Calla stared up at me from the ground, shaking hands clutching her plasma gun and eyes blown wide with fear and shock. I dropped my hands right away, confused but relaxed now that I knew it was only her. Calla, on the other hand, took a little longer to recognize that I wasn't a threat, but when she did, she dropped her weapon and covered her face with her hands, still lying flat on her back.

"Why?" Her entire body shook as she half-cried, half-laughed into her hands out of pure shock. "Why?"

"Are you okay?" I demanded, remembering that she'd already had a concussion before I'd flipped her. I offered her my hands and pulled her to her feet. She seemed steady enough on them, albeit still a little shaken.

"Oh my God, I think you gave me a heart attack." She whispered to herself, one hand over her heart. She looked at me, eyes still wide. "Why would you do that?"

"Why would I…Calla, you broke into our house at one in the morning." I pointed out. She took another moment to catch her breath before shoving one hand in her pocket.

"It's not breaking in if you have a key." She pointed out, pulling out her keys. "But…yeah, fair point."

We stood there in awkward silence for a minute before I finally decided to break it. "Are you going to tell me why you didn't technically, but totally broke into our house, or is this one of those I have to guess things?" I asked when she offered no explanation for her presence. She looked away, one hand rubbing her arm. "Calla?"

"I uh…I couldn't sleep. After today, I just…I couldn't stop thinking about…you know…" She muttered, trailing off in slight embarrassment. She looked at me sharply. "Don't laugh."

I stared at her, realizing that she was probably just as freaked out as the rest of us. Calla was basically family, but she wasn't technically (though, given a few years, I had no doubt that Chase would change that) and that sometimes made it easy to forget that she went through some of the same stuff that we did. And even though she wasn't in danger of being taken away by the government, she had certainly nearly lost three of her best friends and nearly died at least twice today.

Neither of us said anything, though neither of us cared about the silence until the beeping of the microwave caught our attention. Calla jumped slightly at the noise, spare hand twitching towards the plasma gun briefly. "Uh, you want to eat snacks and watch reruns of Friends with me?" I asked, thinking of the only show that would definitely be on at this time of night.

"Sure." Calla nodded, heading towards the couch. By time I came back to the living room, carrying a bowl of popcorn and the now open package of Oreos, she'd settled herself on the couch, using a jacket Chase had left out as a pillow.

"Aren't these Leo's?" She questioned, glancing at the Oreos with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah?" I replied, confused by why she'd care. She shrugged in response, reaching forward to grab a handful of them out of the bowl. I grabbed a remote and started flicking through the channels, trying to find the right channel.

"Hey, Adam?" Calla said softly after a moment. I glanced at her and she gave me a tired smile. "You know Chase wasn't the only one I was worried about, right?"

I smiled back at her. "Please, you shouldn't have worried at all. You can't get rid of us that easily." I joked. Her smile widened as she settled back in the couch.

2016

"About time. Try these on." The moment Chase, Bree, and I walked through the door, Calla was shoving bundles of clothes into our arms, an impatient look on her face.

"What are they?" Chase asked, holding up the outfit. It was bright white, with black stripes along the sides and across the shoulder blades.

"Your new suits." Calla told him, smiling proudly to herself. I looked at my and Bree's outfits – they were all identical.

"They're bright white." Bree commented, hesitating. Calla looked at her, a little confused.

"Yeah, so?" She asked. She crossed her arms and gave my sister a look. "Please don't tell me this is some 'no white after labor day' crap."

"No. Well…" Bree trailed off, smirking a bit at Calla's annoyed reaction. "Kidding. But, I know you probably put a lot of work into these, but is white really a good color for our mission suits? It kinda makes us strand out."

"Oh!" Calla laughed a little, realization crossing her face. "No, no, no. These aren't your mission suits – I literally just broke out the new ones like two weeks ago, I'm not ready to scrap them just yet – these are your mentor suits."

"Mentor suits?" I repeated, confused. I glanced at my siblings, wondering if I'd just tuned Davenport out at the wrong moment again, but they looked just as confused as me. Calla shook her head.

"Of course he forgot to tell you." She muttered to herself. She smirked. "Alright, you know how Davenport said the soldiers are now going to be students? Who do you guys think is going to be teaching them?"

"I figured it would be you and Mr. Davenport." Bree replied. Calla raised an eyebrow.

"There's like a hundred of them." She pointed out. "And I don't think my mom is going to let me drop out of school to teach a bunch of ex-soldiers how to be superheroes."

"Well not with that attitude she isn't." I replied. Calla rolled her eyes a little.

"Anyway, these are your mentor outfits, and I want to make sure they fit and stuff before we open the doors. Go, change." She waved her hands. Bree shrugged and immediately sped off in the direction of the lab. Chase and I hung back a minute, wanting to see how the uniform looked on Bree first.

"So, we're going to be teaching the students?" I asked, still a little surprised. Chase frowned.

"Is that really a good idea?" Chase questioned. "I mean…" He glanced at me. "Adam's not exactly…"

"Not exactly what?" I questioned, crossing my arms.

"Academically-inclined?" Chase tried. I glared at him, annoyed, even though I knew he had a point. What exactly was I supposed to teach the students? Well, I had a few ideas, but I didn't think that Mr. Davenport would be too happy about me spending class time teaching the students how to race guinea pigs and how to annoy Chase into leaving the room.

"We have specific classes for everyone that play to everyone's strengths. Don't worry – all the science stuff is assigned to you and Davenport." She assured him. He nodded, looking relieved. "Now, change. Go."

Chase rolled his eyes at her insistence, but did as he was told, heading towards the lab. Calla turned to me. "You waiting for an invitation?" She asked, a little confused why I was still standing.

"You guys really want me teaching?" I asked instead. She rolled her eyes.

"Ignore Chase. Not all teachers have to be geniuses." She assured me. I frowned. "I mean it – it'll be fine, Adam."

"What will I be teaching, anyway?" I questioned. Calla thought about it.

"Self-defense, hand to hand combat, social stuff…you did really well in the first aid stuff Davenport taught you guys, so I think you're teaching a couple of classes like that." She shrugged. "Don't worry – it won't be anything that you'll hate to teach."

I considered it – it did sound like they wouldn't be horrible classes to teach. And it didn't sound like Mr. Davenport was just giving me classes to keep the students busy either, so that was good. "Can I add things to what I can teach them?"

"You can't teach them how to race guinea pigs." Calla told me with a sigh. I looked at her. "I know you well enough by now, Adam. The answer is no."

"Can I at least teach them how to arm wrestle?" I requested. Calla smirked a little.

"Okay." She agreed. I grinned – this teaching thing was going to be fun.

2016

I glanced at my phone, checking the time. It read 9:59 in bright white numbers. I rubbed my hands together, a little nervous. It had been a while since I'd planned something like this – the few girls I'd gone out with after Jessica had always been the dinner-and-a-movie types of girls – so I was a little worried that she wouldn't like it. Was it too cliché? Kinda silly?

"Adam?" I turned around at the sound of Rio's voice, grinning at the sight of her in that pretty blue blouse and white skirt. Bree or Calla had clearly helped her get ready, even if she didn't exactly know what this was.

"Wow." I grinned at her as she walked over. "You look great."

"Thanks." She ducked her head a little, blushing, as she sat down next to me on the picnic basket. She glanced at the tray of food I'd set out. "Strawberries?"

"Kieran said it was your favorite." I explained as she picked one out of the pile.

"I love them." She told me with a smile, playing with it in her hands. She looked at me, a suddenly thoughtful look on her face. "So, what is this exactly?"

Her tone told me that she already had a good idea, and since she looked like she was already enjoying herself, I grinned. "Our first date." I told her. Her smile widened and so did mine.

"Hey, check it out." I nodded at the sky as a bright streak flew across the starry night, the shooting star appearing almost as if this were some romance movie.

"Make a wish." Rio murmured. I smirked, leaning in.

"I've already got what I want." I replied before going in for the kiss. She leaned into the kiss, one hand moving on top of mine as she kissed me back, wanting this all just as badly as I did.

2021

"When can I open my eyes?" Rio questioned, her tone patient as I carefully guided her forwards. My hands were over her eyes, preventing her from getting a quick sneak peek before she was in the right position.

"Hold on." I told her, gently moving her towards the center of the roof before settling her down on the blanket. Glancing at my watch to make sure I still had a few seconds, I then removed my hands. Rio looked at me, a confused smile on her face.

"As much as I love a midnight picnic, what's this all about?" She asked me. I grinned.

"Look up." I told her. She rolled her eyes, amused, but did as I asked, raising her face to the night sky. The stars glittered above us, the horizon thankfully cloud-free.

"Okay…?" She asked, not looking back down. I smiled and sent a quick prayer that Calla and Chase had managed to get the timing perfect on their projector.

"Three…two…one." I finished in a breathy whisper as the projector came to life. Above us, white, holographic lines began to form between the stars, appearing like constellations. Rio gasped in surprise, watching as the device wrote words in the stars. The words weren't perfectly etched – they were messy and blotchy with some letters massive compared to others, but they lined up with the stars perfectly, just as I'd hope.

"Adam…" Rio whispered as the words 'Will you marry me' shined down on her. One hand was hovering close to her mouth. I smiled a little, pulling the tiny box out from behind the picnic basket. I opened it up so she could see the ring inside, and looked at her hopefully. "I…Yes." She finally turned me, eyes glancing at the ring before looking back at her. "Yes, I…I'll marry you, yes."

2023

"Hey, guess who went to Cinnabon?" I called, walking into my and Rio's quarters at the Academy. I dropped my mission bag by the door, careful not to drop the box of delicious pastries when I did. "Rio?"

"Hey." Turning my head, I caught sight of my wife, sitting at the bottom of my capsule. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach, even though her smile was pain-free.

"Hey, your stomach still feeling weird?" I asked, placing the box on the coffee table and walking over to her. She shook her head.

"No, I'm feeling better." She assured me. "How was the mission?"

"Boring." I announced, dropping to my knees and crawling into the capsule next to her. She let out a surprised giggle as I pulled her onto my lap, but it was the only way the two of us could fit comfortable sitting in the capsule like that. I rubbed her lower back carefully, knowing that even if whatever it was that was messing up her stomach earlier was really gone, the back rub would still help. "I didn't get to blow anything up."

"Well, that's a shame." Rio replied. I looked at her, noticing something off in her tone. She didn't seem upset or anything, but there was something there.

"It is. What's up?" I asked. She bit the inside of her cheek, then grinned at me. She unwrapped her arms from around her waist until one arm was around my shoulder. The other hand held a small, thermometer-shaped item.

"Adam…" She smiled, ducking her head into my neck. Her lips brushed by my ear. "I'm pregnant."

I paused, my hand stalling on her back as those words washed over me. "You're pregnant."

"I'm pregnant." She confirmed. I turned to her, grinning.

"We're having a baby." I whispered. She nodded and I beamed, standing up with her in my arms. She cried out in surprise at the sudden movement, both hands suddenly gripping my neck as I hefted her upwards. "We're having a baby." I whispered again, leaning in to kiss her.

2027

"Alright buddy, you've got this." I encouraged, holding my hands out for Frankie to reach for. He was standing at the other end of the pool (Rio had made it very clear that he wasn't allowed to be in the ocean until he really learned how to swim, unless it was right on the beach), looking at me nervously. "C'mon Frankie, it's just a few feet."

"Don't want to." He refused, gripping the wall. He was standing in the kiddie side of the pool, the water barely making it up to his waist.

"I'll make you a deal. You swim to me, and I'll buy you ice cream." I offered, giving him a grin. His ears perked up at the sound of the treat.

"Chocolate ice cream?" He asked hopefully.

"Any kind you want." I promised. He inched away from the edge of the kiddie zone, but stopped when he felt the ground dip beneath his feet. "Frank, buddy, I'm right here. Alright?"

He bit his lip once, then pushed forwards into the water, kicking his legs the moment his feet left the ground. I grinned triumphantly as he swam before me, kicking up water behind him. "Yes!" I exclaimed as he grabbed one of my hands, the other reaching around his back to support him so he wouldn't have to put as much effort into staying afloat in the deeper water. "Way to go, buddy!"

I gave him a small high-five as Rio walked over, a towel wrapped around her waist. "How's it going guys?" She asked, kneeling down at the edge of the pool.

"We're having ice cream!" Frank beamed. She frowned a little at that, but didn't argue.

"And whose idea was that?" She asked. Frank and I both looked at each other briefly before pointing at the other, earning a laugh from Rio.

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Kihonne: Anyway guys, I'll be back soon with Leo. Hopefully it'll be tonight, but if not, I'll see you all tomorrow!