Wooh. Finally they are going to meet each other. *squeals*

can you just get on with the chapter so you can help me find the cookie jar?

Ugh, fine. You keep looking, And I'll be right there.

Okay

And he calls himself a genius *holds up cookie jar*

Hey where did you find that?

Uh oh *starts running away with cookie jar*

If you have to chase me, can you at least do the disclaimer while your doing it?

Disclaimer - PrincessSparkleKitty does not own Lab Rats. Now get back here with that cookie jar!

Please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes. *eats cookie while running for life*

Bree's POV

They all immediately start to stare at me when I say that. I motion for them to move away from the boy especially #27 and #32. Although #27 is cute I no longer have a crush on him.

When I see the boy it looks like this is not the first time something like this has happened. Which makes me kinda mad. Especially since he looks alot like #27, so that's probably his older brother. Which makes me even more mad, but I don't show it. He has bruises and scrapes all over him. , and a couple cuts on his left arm. I look up and one of the football players is holding a pocket knife with some blood on it, and I send the boy a glare. I then turn back to the boy As I'm looking at him I realize that he is really cute, and he looks more around my age than #27. When I see him smiling at me I can't help but smile back. Then I walk over to him.

Marcus's POV

"WOW!" I think when I see who saved me. Standing before me is the one and only Bree Henderson, my favorite popstar ever. I can't help but smile when I see her, and I get even happier when I see her smile back at me.

Then she walks over to me. "Hey, are you okay?" she asks me "possibly" I say still trying to stay awake. "Hey, try to stay awake for me. Okay?" she tells me, and I just nod.

"MARCUS!" I turn my head to see my aunt running towards me. Since she's coming It's safe for me to say yes to the sleep that's tugging at me. She kneels down next to me, and I close me eyes.

Bree's POV Again

The boy looks like he's struggling to stay awake. I'm thinking about what I should say to those jerks that call themselves football players when I hear something.

"MARCUS!" I hear someone yell. I turn my head to see a woman running towards us. She kneels down beside the boy, who I guess is named Marcus, and checks him over. She is wearing a stethoscope so she must be a doctor. "Is he going to be okay?" I ask the woman "He should be. Unfortunately this is not the first time something like this has happened" she says frowning.

She then stands up and looks at #27 and the other darker skinned boy. I stay next to Marcus, and pull him into my lap. "And you two" she says pointing at them. "Why would you do this to your own brother?" she asks him "Why not, it's not like we hurt him too badly" #27 says smiling the whole time. "Yea, we were just havin' a little fun." the other boy, I guess Marcus's other brother, tells her also smiling like nothing's wrong.

How is it that they just beat up their own brother to the point where he passed out, and he just stands there smiling like he didn't do anything. I just sit here stroking Marcus's hair and listening to them.

"It doesn't matter how badly you hurt him. That doesn't change the fact that you did hurt him. Now I know that you guys don't like him very much, and I wish I knew why, but that doesn't mean that you guys can just hurt him whenever you want."

By the time she's done she is yelling, and I can tell she is starting to get fed up with Marcus's brothers. She then kneels down beside Marcus and checks him over again. "When will those two learn?" she says while trying to stop Marcus's arm from bleeding.

"What's his name?" I ask the lady, even though I'm pretty sure I know the answer.

"His name is Marcus Davis" she tells me

"Oh, are you his mom?" I ask her sounding curious.

"No, I'm his aunt Gina Parker. You can just call me Gina," she tells me. I nod and continue stroking Marcus's hair.

"What did that girl mean when she yelled "code 3"?" I ask Gina hoping she knew the answer

Gina sighed "That girl's name is Stephany Wilson, and code 3 is some weird code she made up for whenever she wants her boyfriend Trent to come over and beat up Marcus" she tells me frowning.

"Who would make a special code for that?" I ask her

"I don't know" she says still trying to get Marcus's arm to stop bleeding

Time Skip

By now Marcus's parents had joined us, and were hovering over him, and Adam and Leo had gone somewhere to do who knows what. Me, Caitlyn, Marcus, Gina, and his parents, who's names are Douglas Davis and Anna Davis, are the only people here. I laid Marcus back down on the ground so that his aunt could fix his arm.

As Gina was finishing up with Marcus's arm, which had completely stopped bleeding by now, Marcus was starting to wake up. His eyes fluttered open, and I saw his beautiful brown eyes- "WAIT WHAT AM I SAYING!" I think to myself. I just met the kid, and I already think that he's cute.

Marcus's POV

I wake up and see my aunt, my mom, my dad, and two girls starring at me all with concerned looks on their faces. Suddenly all of the pain whooshes back over me all at once, and I groan and try to forget about it.

I feel kinda dizzy, but I ask "What happened?"

Everyone looks at each other, and my aunt says "The football team happened. Don't you remember?"

I groan again "I'd rather not try to."

Then I remember who one of the girl is. The girl currently holding my hand with concern written all over her face is the one and only Bree Henderson.

Just then Adam and Leo come. Leo carrying my burnt up solar system. "Hey little buddy" Adam says

"Since when am I your buddy?" I ask him raising my eyebrow (AN: I had to make him do that at some point)

"Since you let me use you science project as a new football." Leo then gives my project to Adam who then sets it down on the grown and begins to kick it over and over again.

"ADAM NO!" I was going to try and fix that after you ruined it for the second time." I say as I try to sit up. But my stomach hurts so much I just can't.

"We'll be right back sweetie" my mom says before her and my dad walk over to my brothers.

Then my mom and dad start talking to them. I could use my bionic hearing to listen to their conversation, but if I did that it would probably put too much stress on my system, and I would pass out again. So instead I just pay attention to what's going on over here.

I then feel someone pulling me over to them and resting my head on their chest.

I look around and see everyone but Bree, so I guess Bree is the one holding me. She starts stroking my hair, and continues to hold my hand.

Normally I wouldn't let someone I don't know do this, but I do know who she is and I know some stuff about her. So I just lay here and let her while my parents are with my brothers. Besides my aunt is here so at least I have someone here that I actually know.

My parents are still talking (more like yelling) to my brothers, Bree is still holding me, my aunt is still sitting next to me watching me, and the other girl is on the phone with someone. I think I heard her say something about a Mr. Henderson so I'm guessing she is on the phone with Bree's dad.

I try my best to stay awake, but that is starting to - for the third time today - become really hard. After a couple of minutes I finally let the darkness take over.

Bree's POV

I see Gina get a worried expression on her face, and realize that Marcus just passed out again. "Is he okay?!" I ask her starting to get panicked. "He should be"she says, but checks his heart rate just to be sure.

His parents finally come back over after a while of talking (more like yelling in my opinion) to his brothers. "Okay, I think it's time to head home now." His dad says as he picks Marcus up and walks away, leaving me, Caitlyn, Gina, and Marcus's mom. Gina and I also get up.

Gina looks at me "I wanted to say thank you for stopping them" she tells me "No problem. I couldn't just stand there while he was getting beat up" I say. "Unfortunately this is not the first time his brothers have ganged up against him" His mom tells me. "Don't any of his friends help him with it?" I ask her, and she frowns "He doesn't really have any friends. he had one really great friend named Ethan, but he moved a couple of years ago." she says "No one really talks to him at school anymore, unless it's to yell at him." Gina says.

"Yeah" his mom says "I feel kinda bad for him, because I know he is a big fan of you" she says taking my hands "And he was unconscious most of the time." she tells me laughing a little bit

"Bree your dad is gonna be mad if you're late again" Caitlyn says "Okay. You go on out to the car, and I'll meet you there. "Tell Marcus I hope he feels better" Caitlyn says as she leaves

"Can I ask you something?" I ask his Mrs. Davis

"Of coarse you can" she says

"Could you bring Marcus to the White House when he is feeling better?That's where my family is staying while we're here, and I want to make sure he's okay." I ask her hoping it would be a yes

"Sure, it would be nice for him to finally be able to talk to someone his age without being afraid they're going to beat him up." she tells me. I feel kinda bad for Marcus, but again I don't show it.

"Great!" I say sounding a little too excited. I get a piece of paper out of my bag, and write my mom's number on it, and give it to her along with some concert tickets and backstage passes to my concert.

"Here's my mom's number so you can call her and set things up when he's feeling better, and some tickets and backstage passes to my concert next Friday. Since you said he's a big fan." I say

"Also, could you give me your phone number, because my mom won't answer it if she doesn't know the number?" I ask, and she pulls out a piece of paper and writes her number on it.

They walk me to my car, and we say our goodbyes.

"Tell Marcus I hope he feels better soon" I say before I get in

We drive off with me thinking about Marcus the entire time.

So Bree just met Marcus, and she's already starting to like him.

And Marcus just met his favorite popstar and he was unsconcious most of the time. (can you say unlucky)

Do you even know how cheesy that Bree thing is?

Who cares this is my story. Now I already gave you the cookie jar, so what do you want now?

I can't reach the milk

UGH! If you'll excuse me I have to go help a short forty year old man reach the milk for his cookies. Bye Bye.