A/N: Welcome to the rewrite of Doing it Better. Given the large number of chapters I invested in Doing it Better, I decided to upload this as a new story. As I mentioned in Amazing Sister, I will not be using any of Kihonne's characters. I will be using my own, possibly Ocean and Maddie.

Before I begin, I realize Krane is OOC. Let me remind me of the fact that I originally published the story in 2014, back before season 3 was even finished. Without further ado, let's get this new and improved Doing It Better underway.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except Leo's future. 'Thoughts are like this.'

Year: 2019

A twenty-four year old Leo Dooley, his mind unable to process the sight in front of him, blinked. Laying on the ground, unmoving, stood Victor Krane. Victor Krane had been the Lab Rat's greatest threat for the past seven years. Now that Victor Krane was defeated, courtesy of a rogue assistant, Leo could spend the rest of his life not worrying about Krane. He could even enjoy the rest of his life with Bree.

Wait, no he couldn't. Krane used his pyrokinesis and killed his wife, Bree. Even though Bree and Leo were stepsiblings, because of Victor Krane, Bree married Leo. He could have chosen anyone, but Bree chose Leo. Whether it was because Leo was the only Bree trusted or if it was because Bree didn't want both him and Chase to end up in foster care, Leo didn't know. As the years passed, Leo's relationship with Bree grew to the point where he fell head over heels in love with her.

Now, Bree was dead, as was Janelle, the first love of his life. The rage that Leo felt towards Krane was gone, as now Leo was feeling as hollow and alone, just like a burned-out building. Just like Mission Creek High.

Leo's stomach did belly flops. He remembered that night so clearly, the anger of his emotions as stark as the fire that lined the sky the afternoon of Janelle's death. Several other students had died as well, but Leo only saw Janelle.

"Leo?"

Leo jumped, as he forgot he was not alone. No, there was Douglas Davenport, the second of the Davenport brothers and much more of a pain in the behind to Leo than Mr. Davenport was. Although, given the events that transpired when Leo lived with Mr. Davenport, one could argue that they were both pain in the behinds. And Leo would agree.

Leo turned to Douglas Davenport with fists clenched, envisioning his fist sinking into Douglas's face, chest, anything. Before Douglas could say anything more, Leo jumped at him. The fight didn't last very long. As Leo was not bionic in this timeline, Douglas pinned him and stared down at his adversary. "Leo, listen to me."

Leo attempted to spit in Douglas's eye, but Douglas managed to get his hand up and stop it from hitting its intended target. "Why should I? You're the one that made our lives a living hell ever since you and Krane joined forces. Why did you wait until now to join our side? All of your kids are dead!"

"I don't know," Douglas admitted. "I should have come to my senses when he started implanting himself with bionics, but I didn't. Instead, I salvaged parts. It may be too late to fix my mistake, but maybe you can."

Leo accepted Douglas's hand up, ignoring his decision to punch the older man in the ribs. "What on earth are you talking about? And why me? Why not you?"

"Leo, you are the bravest person I know. Me, I'm a coward. It takes a lot for me to say that. Also, I'd rather show you. That is, if you trust me." Before Leo could open his mouth, Douglas said, "I know I haven't given you a reason to trust me, I know, but I helped kill Victor Krane. You owe me."

Leo couldn't argue with Douglas's reasoning. Making their way past the prone bodies, Chase Davenport's ashes, and several miles of barren wasteland – courtesy of Victor Krane choosing a location in the middle of nowhere – the two arrived at an apartment.

From the looks of things, nobody had entered in years. What once might have been a garden was now a bush overrun with thorns and weeds. A keypad stood bolted to the door. Once Douglas entered the passcode, the door gave a groan and opened.

Leo walked towards the front door. The structure appeared huge, but upon entering, Leo received a disappointment. Apart from a basement, which had to have been locked, there was a couch, a table, and a kitchen. There was no TV, Playstation, or phone. Leo wondered how anyone could live this kind of life.

"The guy who lived in the apartment prior to me gave away his TV and Playstation as you can see. Truth be told, if I hadn't met the guy in jail, I would have thought he was a total kook," Douglas admitted. "He still might be. That safe over there, I never did figure out the code."

Leo looked to where Douglas was pointing and indeed, there was a safe. Its condition was a far cry from the rest of the house, which was covered in cobwebs, spiders, and rats. Oh, and graffiti. The couch was home to rats. The house was a total horror scene.

"Why are we here?" Leo inquired, desperate not to focus on the horrible stench emanating throughout the entire house. If he did, Leo was certain he would throw up.

"Follow me."

Douglas approached the basement and instructed Leo to turn around so he could enter the passcode. Rolling his eyes, but doing so, Leo turned around. As soon as the door clicked open, Douglas informed Leo he could turn around and follow him. They walked down the stairs and turned a corner where a bookcase was blocking what appeared to be a door. At first, Leo thought they had reached a dead end.

"It's behind here. I would hold my nose if I were you," Douglas advised.

Leo shielded his face as a bookcase fell to the ground, which sent a pile of dust swirling around the room. His only remaining friend, Douglas Davenport, shoved the bookcase to the side and pointed excitedly at something that Leo had not seen in ages: a time machine. Leo smiled, as he knew this meant he could travel back in time to help train the Lab Rats for their biggest mission yet: to fight Victor Krane.

Leo made his way over to the time machine and placed a hand on it in admiration. "Is it done?"

Douglas shrugged. "I have no idea."

Leo shot a glance at the last remaining Davenport. "You built a time machine and you have no idea if it's finished? What the heck?"

"I didn't build it."

"Then how did you know the passcode and everything? How did you know there was a time machine?" Leo screamed, enraged at what he believed to be Douglas's stupidity.

"I didn't know! My friend just said it was done one day and that was it. I haven't heard from him since then. This was all just a hunch! A lucky one I might add."

Leo muttered something unintelligibly before he walked back to Douglas. "Suppose it is done. Why me?"

"Because one, I'm supposed to be dead. Two, I can't do anything if I'm in jail. I couldn't do anything when I arrived back, but you can. So, are you going to give it a chance? It's better you than me?"

Leo thought it over. He could die on his journey back to save the Lab Rats, but he could save many lives, including the love of his life who had tragically bled to death at Mission Creek High. With the thought in his mind that he could save Janelle, Leo knew there was only one answer to Douglas's proposition. "I'll do it."

"Good. Now read me the instructions."

Leo went over to the desk that was covered with papers showing complicated problems, diagrams, and finally found the instructions. The cursive writing looked so familiar, but Leo couldn't put his finger on whose writing it was. Hearing Douglas clear his throat brought Leo out of his train of thought. Leo read the instructions to Douglas who started to press the buttons that charged the time machine up to its proper function. Leo then lay in the machine where Douglas connected wires to Leo's body.

Right before Douglas pressed enter, Leo turned his head towards Douglas and cried out, "Wait! I just thought of something. What am I supposed to do when I run into my old-self?"

"Hold on." Shuffling through papers and stuff, Douglas found what he was looking for and grimaced. "Well, theoretically, you won't have to. That's the good news. The bad news is that in order for your soul to transported back, it needs to leave your body. From there, instead of having to meet up with Leo, you will actually become Leo. Does that make sense?"

Leo paled inside the machine when he realized what Douglas meant. "How am I going to die?"

"Without having blood all over the time machine, you'll die by electricity. The shockwave I am going to enter into your system will stop your heart. The entire process is only going to last a second. You won't even feel a thing."

"And if it doesn't work?"

"You feel the electricity all throughout your body, shocking your brain and heart into unconsciousness. Maybe. I don't know. You're the first test subject."

"Lucky me."

Douglas nodded, choosing to ignore the sarcasm. "All right, before you go: type in the date you want on that keyboard over there. Second, when you meet Marcus, get on his good side so we can hook up earlier. Third, if you can avoid it, don't tell this to anyone. Lastly, good luck. Don't screw this up! You only have one chance."

His fingers shaking, Leo typed in the date: September 13, 2012, the day before he met Adam, Bree, and Chase. "See you later, Dad."

"I'm not your dad!"

"Whatever!" Leo smirked. 'Ha! Got the last word in. God, let this work.'

There was a bright flash of yellow light…

… and Leo Dooley's body stood motionless in the time machine.

A/N: Prologue finished. I thought about adding on to the ending a couple of times, but I decided not to. Instead, I will save it for an LREF story I may or may not write. I have too many ideas that it's hard to tell at this point. Wow, I can't believe I finished. There will be only so many more chapters to go. The next chapter is part 1 of Crush, Chop, and Burn. Since I'm busy with writing other stories, I will try to spread those stories out.

Until next time!