This is for you, Shani! :) Disclaimer: I DON'T own Lab Rats or Big Time Rush, just the idea of this slight AU crossover! Again, enjoy!


Lucy clasped her son's still surprisingly tiny hand in hers firmly yet gently, his brown speckled green eyes taking in the beach goers a few feet away sunbathing or surfing and those strolling about the boardwalk. The two were eating ice cream, Lucy a rocky road cone while Hilbert a soft chocolate chip mint green, and doing some window-shopping, a perfect sunny Florida day to be off from work.

Being a teacher was fun and all, the pay wasn't all that great but totally worth teaching some moody teenage brats some real music, but there was nothing she loved more than to spend time with her little man; Hilbert was the apple of her eye.

'Something James will never know.' She thought sourly, smirking at the flashback of seeing her ex-best friend and his way too young husband on this very beach all those months ago. Those two, however "happy" they may be, will never get the chance to be parents; they had a ten-year gap between them, and even though she normally had no problem with same-sex couples, she didn't think James deserved to have a child, not with the way he met his husband.

A teacher, falling for a student; he was a disgrace to the rest of his colleagues and the years of work he put through to get his teaching degree.

Well four years have passed; James was getting older and older, the deadline to have kids has long since passed him.

"Aw James, Edrik and Faye are getting themselves all sandy!" Lucy froze, dark brown eyes going wide while her fourteen year old boy looked at her oddly.

"Mama, what's wrong?" He asked, his inky black hair framing his sharp cheekbones. Lucy shook her head and gave her son a quick smile before she snapped her head to where she heard the voice, this time though her heart nearly exploding in her chest at what soon jumped in front of her eyes.

It was that little squirt Chase Davenport, or as he was called…Chase Diamond-Davenport; he was shaking his head in a fake annoyed fashion, dressed in a light blue V-neck and black swim shorts. He was sitting on one of the four towels spread under a large rainbow beach umbrella, his tall, smiling husband James laying down across from him with dark shades over his hazel-green eyes. He was dressed for some in the sun too, in a black tank and blue swim shorts, sitting up and taking the shorter man's hand in his; Lucy could see a faint blush brush across the kid's (to her, he was still the nerdy know-it-all he was at seventeen) pale cheeks at the touch, he pouting when James played with his hair.

"Oh let the boys have fun, Chasey; it's not every day we get to have a family outing on the beach." Lucy could hear the older brunette say, she dragging her son along in a speed walk down the boardwalk to catch more of the conversation.

Chase rolled his eyes, pouting still. "But then Faye will get a rash from sand in his shorts and Edrik will no doubt try to bury himself again; I swear, sometimes they're so much like Adam." James sighed and wrapped an arm around his still bickering lover, rubbing his shoulder.

"Well, he is their uncle and they can be sneaky just like their Aunt Bree too; tell you what, I'll do the laundry for the rest of the month for you, okay? You just sit back, relax and watch as they try to out-do each other with their developing bionics." James teased, pressing a kiss to Chase's left cheek; the younger man's blush darkened at this.

"I still can't believe they have bionics too. I mean I didn't expect any of our abilities to be genetic, especially since you're not bionic at all; I'm still talking this over with Mr. Davenport but so far, he's got no answer." Bionics, what the hell was that?

And why was Chase calling his father by his last name?

"Well maybe because your bionics have formed a part of who you are over the years, it could have formed part of your DNA; I'm not a genius with technology or Science in general, but anything can happen. At least they got more easy-to-control bionic abilities like super intelligence and super strength, with a little of your molecular kinesis and Bree's super speed in the mix." James pointed out, that gaining him a smile from Chase.

"Yeah, our little Edrik and Faye Diamond-Davenport; the family's little bionic terrors, Tasha would have killed us for bringing in more crazy into the family if she didn't love them to death."

"Daddy, Papa look what we found!" Lucy switched her gaze from the married couple to the two little kids running over to them, still unable to believe what she was seeing.

Two little boys, four year old twins; the one in the lead, holding a giant seashell, was probably the oldest of the two, with deeply tanned skin, short and shaggy brown hair and big, wide eyes that were more of a green than hazel. He was small and very skinny, though he was pretty tall for his age and wearing green swim shorts with red flames on it. He was smiling from ear-to-ear, skin shining like gold in the sun with faint freckles dotting his button nose; he looked like the more out-going, loud twin.

His brother wasn't far behind, hair wet from the waves; he too had shaggy and short hair and big, wide eyes though they were a light brown and his hair was almost black. His skin was paler than his twin's, freckles more visible along his nose but he was small and very skinny and pretty tall like his brother, blue goggles strapped behind his ears and a plastic bucket and pale in one hand. He was wearing swim shorts with sharks and orcas in a deep navy blue, pulling on his shirt when he and his brother plopped down on their parents' laps. He seemed more shy than his twin, happy but quiet when he wanted to be.

Chase smiled and ruffled his sons' hair as James asked, "What is it Edrik, what is it Faye? Did you two find buried treasure?" The two boys giggled and shook their heads, sending saltwater flying.

"No Daddy, we found shells!" The boy with the large shell exclaimed cheerfully, probably Edrik; his brother Faye held up the bucket to Chase who took it without a second's pause, digging out shells in pretty pinks and blues covered with dripping, wet sand.

"Wow, looks like our boys hit the mother load, dear! Look at these, all in one piece and pretty!"

"Do you think Auntie Bree and Granma Tasha will like them?" Faye asked, yanking his goggles back over his eyes as he and Edrik wrapped themselves in their fluffy, soft towels while James reached into their picnic basket for some sandwiches and ice cold water bottles.

"Oh I'm sure they'll love them and Granma Brooke too, Uncle Donald told us she's flying in for your birthday this weekend." James answered, the boys' eyes soon sparkling with glee.

"Really, yay Granma Brooke is coming! We haven't seen her in like ages!" Faye said.

"And Uncle Adam and Uncle Carlos, they're coming too?" Edrik asked through a mouth of cheese and turkey; Chase chuckled and wiped his son's mouth, Faye too busy chugging down his water to echo his twin.

James smiled. "They wouldn't miss you two's birthday for the world."

"Yay!" It wasn't long before the four were in a laughing fit, the twins cracking jokes while their fathers played along, trying to keep up when their sons would show off a little of their bionics.

"Faye Francis Diamond-Davenport, don't use your super speed on your brother!"

"Edrik Spencer Diamond-Davenport, no using molecular kinesis on that sea star!"

"Mama, who are they?" Hilbert asked his mom, Lucy soon snapping out of it and shaking her head.

"They're nobodies, dear; I was just lost in thought is all." She said, blinking sand out of her eyes kicked up by the breeze as she led her son away from the boardwalk, away from the beach.

She tried with an angry flare to ignore the carefree, happy laughs at her back.