AN: Hey! Here's chapter six! Thanks for reading, and I hope you like it! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats or "The Little Mermaid."

AN: This takes place after "Which Father Knows Best."

Douglas's PoV:

As I sat at the kitchen table, looking at a Davenpad, I started to think about my kids. Adam, Bree, and Chase. But then my thoughts singled in on Bree. While I loved all of my kids, I knew that if I had to pick a favorite, it would be Bree. Everyone thought that I would pick Chase because we both share a similar hair style or because we're both genuises. But that wasn't the case. Bree was my baby girl, my little angel. Even though she was older now, I still considered her those things. I thought back on all of the moments we shared.

*Moment #1:*

Bree was just a year old, and she was seriously adorable. She had light brown, curly hair that made her look like Curly Top or Shirley Temple. She had chubby little cheeks, and she almost always smiled. She was so small though; she looked almost frail. Even at a year old, her little hand only fit around one of my fingers. She was just learning how to walk, and Adam absolutely adored her. He loved being a big brother; he had told me so himself. He would always play with Bree when I was busy, and he was very careful with her. He was also very over-protective of the girl, which I thought was really sweet.

Anyway, it was the middle of the night. I was in my bed, fast asleep, when a cry rang out through the baby moniter in my bedroom. I rubbed my eyes and sighed, climbing groggily out of bed. It wasn't that I minded checking on Bree, I was just so tired.

I shuffled my way into the lab, taking notice of my son standing next to Bree's crib and looking worried. He was stroking Bree's hair, trying to calm her down.

"What happened, Adam?" I asked, walking over to them.

"I don't know. I was asleep, and all of a sudden, Bee started crying. I want her to stop; she sounds so sad," Adam told me in a sad voice.

"Okay. It's alright buddy, she's fine. I'll take care of her, you go back to bed." Adam nodded, pressed a kiss to Bree's forehead and walked back to his capsule. He climbed into his capsule and shut the door, and within two seconds he was back asleep. I chuckled. Typical Adam.

It was then that I remembered my little girl, and I picked Bree up and held her. I sat down on a nearby chair and rocked Bree back and forth.

"Shh, it's okay. Daddy's here, you're okay. You're safe, baby girl, stop crying," I soothed, rubbing her back as I rocked her. Bree quickly quieted down, and I stopped rocking her to pull back and look at her face. Her big brown eyes bore into mine, and suddenly she smiled.

"Da- dadda." I was shocked. This was the first time ever that Bree had spoken, and I was suddenly ecstatic.

I smiled like an idiot as I said, "That's right. I'm your dadda."

Bree gurgled, and I laughed. "Good job, baby." I kissed Bree's cheek. "You are going to be just as smart as me. Well, maybe."

I rocked Bree back to sleep, and when I saw that her little eyes were closed, I placed her gently back in her crib. I pulled a little blanket over her and smiled down at my little angel.

"I love you so much," I whispered, careful not to wake her. Tears started to leak out of my eyes, and I brushed them away. I had always wanted a daughter, and I had one. I knew in that moment that I would always love her, no matter what.

*Moment #2:*

Bree was now three years old, and still adorable. She had her bionics already; I implanted her chip when she was two. I watched as she sped around the lab, laughing and just being generally happy. I smiled. I continued to work on my computer, not really doing anything of importance. I looked away from my computer when I couldn't hear the sound of Bree speeding around anymore. I looked down to see Bree standing next to my chair, looking up at me inquisitively.

I picked her up and placed her on my lap. He hair, which was down to the tops of her shoulders by now, was done in two little braids. She wore a little pink shirt and a pair of little blue jean shorts. I kissed her cheek and said, "Hey Breezy."

"Hi daddy!" Bree responded, leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek. I smiled.

"And what are you doing today?" I asked my daughter, tapping her nose when I said "you."

She giggled and replied, "Nothin' really. Wha' you doin' daddy?"

"Nothing really. You want to do something?"

"Sure! Wha' you wanna do?"

"Hmmm. You wanna watch a movie, baby doll?"

"Yeah! Can we watch 'The Little Mermaid?'"

"Of course we can. It IS the best one after all!"

Bree smiled at me. "I tink so too. Let's go watch it daddy!" Bree jumped down from my lap and grabbed my hand, trying to drag me into the living room of our house.

I chuckled. "One second sweetie." Bree nodded and waited patiently and quietly while I shut down my computer. I closed the lid of my laptop and stood up. I swooped down and grabbed Bree, making her giggle again.

"And now," I told her, looking into her eyes, "We watch 'The Little Mermaid.'" I kissed her nose and she kissed mine. I smiled and carried Bree into the living room. I sat Bree down on the couch and told her, "You sit here, and I'll put the movie in." Bree nodded, and I walked over to the movie rack. I found "The Little Mermaid" and put it in, pressing play. As the advertisements played, I popped some popcorn in the kitchen. I poured the popcorn into a bowl and carried it over to the couch. I sat beside Bree and put the popcorn bowl on my lap.

For the next hour and twenty-two minutes, I sat with Bree and watched 'The Little Mermaid.' During the parts that featured Ursula, Bree would snuggle into my side, and I would hold her, knowing how much the sea-witch scared my daughter. When the movie was over, I looked down to see Bree fast asleep, snuggled into my side. Just like I protected her from Ursula, I would protect her from other things too. I would make sure of that.

*Moment #3:*

Because my kids were taken away from me a few weeks after Bree and I watched 'The Little Mermaid,' the next moment that I had with her was when she was sixteen. Sure, she was trapped in a cage in my lair, and she was mad at me for capturing her and her family, but it was still a moment. When I saw my daughter, my heart stopped out of shock. Sure, I had seen her in the video footage we had of them in their lab, but seeing her in person was different. She looked so different; so mature. A picture of the little girl that I raised for the first three years of her life flashed across my mind. Because she was older, she was obviously taller. But compared to her brothers and Donald, she was still small and somewhat frail.

We didn't really have a moment that day. When I saw her use a belt buckle and a granola bar wrapper to deflect the laser beams of the cage and fry the circuits that kept the cage running, I felt a surge of pride. Even though she had evaded me and ruined my plan, I still had to admire the way she took control of the situation and got done what needed to be done. I was proud of my daughter.

*Moment #4:*

When Leo came to me and told me about Bree taking out her chip, I almost had a heart attack right then and there. Once I got over the initial shock, I felt a rush of pure hatred for Donnie. He had driven my baby girl to remove her chip, jeporadizing her health. What my dear brother didn't know was that their chips controlled things like blood pressure, breathing patterns, and vitamins that toughened their skin. Without her chip, she would be in serious danger, and soon. I agreed to help fix her chip, and when I saw my little girl, she looked weak.

I gave her the chip and told her to get in her capsule, and she obeyed. Then Donald came in and accused me of potentially trying to hurt and/or kill my daughter. We gave Bree her bionics back, and when she tried them and it was successful, I couldn't help it- I hugged her. And what surprised me even more was that she hugged back.

"Thank you so much," Bree whispered in my ear.

"You're welcome," I whispered back into her ear.

Then she embraced my brother, and I have a feeling she said 'thank you' to him to. But they had a longer embrace than Bree and I did, and I had a feeling she said more to him than she did to me. I wasn't jealous or anything. It was just an observation. I didn't really care about what Bree said to Donnie. I was just happy that my little angel was safe.

*End of Memories.*

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of someone walking into the kitchen. Today was the first official day of me living with Donnie and the kids, and so far, I was the only one who was up. I looked up from the Davenpad I was holding to see Bree in the kitchen, dressed and ready for the day. Today was Saturday, so she obviously didn't have school. So why did she have makeup on and why was her hair done to perfection? I thought that she only did that for school. I guess not.

"Morning Bree," I greeted, taking a sip of my coffee and looking at her.

Bree jumped, apparently surprised, and turned to face me. "Oh, hey Douglas. You startled me. I'm just not used to having you here, you know?"

I nodded in understanding. "Bree, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why did you convince Donald to give me another chance?"

"Well, you saved me and my brother's lives once. You aren't working with Krane anymore. You fixed my chip. But mostly because everyone deserves a second chance."

I smiled. "Thank you."

Bree smiled back. "You're welcome."

We were silent for a minute before I said, "You know that I love you, right?"

Bree stared me straight in the eyes as she answered me. "I know."

AN: And there's chapter six! I'm actually really happy with the way this turned out. I'm thinking about doing a chapter about moments between Donald and Bree next, and then maybe the chapter after that could be Adam/Bree moments, then Bree/Chase moments, then Bree/Leo moments, and then Bree/Tasha moments. What do you think? Anyway, thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! :D Later! :P