Donald sighed as he watched his three now teenage children asleep in their biologically atmospheric chambers, or tubes. They were all wearing their matching pajama's, sleeping helmets secure on their heads. It had been such a big change, and they were so different now. They were still in their sweet little angel stage, the stage that every child went through, right when they were perfect, obedient children, and then turned into demonic little monsters that made you want to remove your brain so you couldn't think about all the stress they were putting you through almost overnight.

But now… Bree had attained the expected 'teenager attitude'. She was still her nice self that cared about her brothers and creator/father, but she was definitely different. And Chase… he still had his insanely high level of intelligence, but he could tell he truly enjoyed being able to put it to work at school.

That's what he'd been thinking about for so long, the fact that he'd let them go to school. It made him feel like a bad father, denying something that was obviously so… needed, so important in their lives until they were nearly sixteen. But why did he let them in the future? That question nagged at him constantly.

He really didn't keep them down in the lab because he was worried about their bionics. Ok, he did, but that was a minor reason. Another reason, the true and actual reason, was because… he didn't want to see them grow up. He didn't want them to leave and experience new things, because when they did, they'd only want more.

He wanted them to stay with him forever, he was afraid of losing them to the wonders of life. He'd never admit it, but he thought of them as his actual children, not just science experiments. But he'd never let them know, he'd never told them, never let them actually call him dad, forcing them to call him Davenport… because he was afraid of becoming too attached. If he did, and something were to happen to them on one of their missions… he'd never be able to forgive himself. He wouldn't as it was, but still, the grief and regret would kill him, slowly eating away at his soul until there was nothing left, physically and mentally.

However, despite all this, one thing stuck out in his mind above everything else. The name they'd mentioned earlier, Tasha. It was nice, sounding gentle and sweet, but also was bold and strong. He liked it, it appealed to him, sounding like harmonic music to his ears. He found himself smiling absent mindedly as he ran the elegant name through his head. "Mmm… Tasha." He said softly.

Almost instantly, Chase stirred in his sleep, eyes opening. He loved having super bionic hearing, it came in really helpful, but he hated that it made him a light sleeper. And because Davenport didn't get around to making his tube sound proof so he could get some decent, undisturbed sleep, until they were six, he could hear everything crystal clear.

Removing his helmet silently, he opened the door and stepped out, curious. Something had woken him, some noise, some sound… but he hadn't caught what. He saw his father/creator sitting on his computer chair, staring in the direction of his sleeping siblings, but his eyes were blank. He must've been deep in thought.

"Mr. Davenport?" Donald jumped so hard it was a miracle he wasn't sent flying out of his chair.

"Chase? What are you doing up?" he asked, recovering from his almost-spill.

He shrugged. "Something woke me. Don't know what it was, but it was some kinda sound." He tapped his ear, like someone would to a hearing aid. "Gotta love super hearing. But it's impossible to get peaceful sleep unless everything's absolutely silent." After a moment, he smirked questioningly. "So why are you up? I know you liked to watch us sleep when we were little, but we're not little anymore…" he glanced at the clock on the wall. "And it's two thirty eight a.m."

He sighed in defeat, he knew there was no (successful) lying to his youngest son/creation. "I was just thinking about that person you mentioned earlier. Tasha…"

"Oh…" he smirked knowingly. He was already attracted to her. Well, her name, but still. "Well, you already know I can't tell you much, but she plays a major part in the future. She's pretty important."

"Friend of yours?"

"You could say that." It wasn't technically a lie. She and he and his siblings were pretty close, but had more of a mother/son and mother/daughter relationship. But still, they were close friends as well. She was their stepmother, sure, but still.

Eddy suddenly switched on. "She isn't another annoying super brat, is she?"

"No, Eddy. She's just important. That's all I can say." He said, rolling his eyes. The computer seemed above and beyond determined to annoy them, and he was succeeding. He wasn't really surprised though, Eddy had loved torturing them when they were little, which was the present to Donald, but the past to him.

He could remember Eddy once turning on the emergency sirens, cranking them so loud that Chase had literally been deaf for a week, he couldn't hear a thing. Davenport had unplugged him for a month as punishment, but it took half a year for his hearing to return to normal.

And he could also remembering him telling Bree she was useless and that her family would be better off without her so much she locked herself in her tube (they locked from the inside at the time), and cried until she was literally almost drowning in her own tears, which got all the way up to her neck before she noticed (she was that upset), because they were absolutely leak proof.

And he'd somehow infected Chase's food with some kind of… sleeping medicine, that had him passed out cold for three days when Mr. Davenport went on a business trip. And somehow, he'd managed to make Adam and Bree believe they'd somehow caused it, and that he was going to die, just stay asleep forever. They'd been absolutely devastated.

And then- you know what, I'm getting off topic, but you should've gotten the point by now. He loved causing them pain and misery.

"Well… can you tell me anything about her?" he pleaded.

"Besides the fact that she's important? Mmm, I guess you could say she doesn't like heights, has brown eyes, and she has a son." He revealed. He couldn't give away much more information. There were lots of women who didn't like high places, had brown eyes, and had a male child… right?

"Well, if you don't mind, I'm going back to bed." Chase announced. "You should get some sleep too, you look ready to pass out right there." He stepped into his tube. Grinning, he said "And stop watching us while we sleep! It's kinda creepy." Then, fastening his helmet, closed the door and his eyes.

Donald, smiling a proud, soft smile, rose from his seat and headed for the elevator, turning out the lights and whispering "Goodnight kids."

Unknown to him, however, Chase opened one eye. "Goodnight, Davenport…"

I know, I know, not much action. But I wanted to cover Donald's thoughts on all this, and add in father/son moment. Just thought it would make a good addition. Please review. Oh, and I keep forgetting to mention, I don't own Lab Rats. Never have, never will, never could… at least, I don't think so. Hope you liked it.