AN: Hey guys! So, I don't have a lot to say right now. Here's the chapter for Bree/Donald moments! I hope you like it, and thanks for reading! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

AN: This takes place after Which Father Knows Best.

Donald's PoV:

As I sat at my desk near the kitchen table, I started to think. Mostly about my (bionic) kids, Adam, Bree, and Chase. But then I started to think about all of the moments I shared with Bree. Despite all of our differences, one thing that my brother and I could agree on was this: we both wanted a daughter. We didn't quite know why; all we knew was that, when we were married and old enough to have kids, we both wanted a daughter.

*Moment #1:*

I didn't have any memorable moments with Bree until she was three years old. Mainly because, for the first three years of her life, she lived with Douglas. Once I saved Adam, Bree, and Chase from Douglas, I had PLENTY of memorable moments with all three of them. I had so many with Bree that I had a few favorites.

My first happy, memorable moment with my niece (who I considered a daughter,) was when she was three. I had rescued them from Douglas that day, and I was exhausted. It had been a long, hard fight, and the kids were just as tired as I was. I already had the lab built before I saved them, so that's where they were sleeping. As I slept soundly into the night, I suddenly heard a small noise. It sounded like the creaking of a door. I opened my eyes and sat up alertly, thinking that it was Douglas. But as the door opened a little more, I saw Bree standing there in my doorway, bathed by the moonlight coming in from the windows.

"Bree?" I said, getting up out of my bed and walking over to the small girl. I had noticed before how small and (somewhat) frail she was, and it still surprised me. I knelt down in front of the little girl, and upon further inspection, I saw that tears were streaming out of her eyes. I enveloped her in a hug and stroked her hair. Bree started to cry into my shoulder, and I wondered what could be wrong. "Honey, what's wrong? Are you hurt or something?" I asked worriedly.

"Daddy," Bree cried, "I'm s'ared to sleep by myself. I 'ad a bad dream. Can I sleep wit' you t'night?" At first, I was surprised that Bree called me "daddy," because I knew that she referred to Douglas as her "daddy." But then I remembered how I had erased any memory of Douglas from Adam, Bree, and Chase's minds. I knew that they would grow up and ask questions, that they would ask questions even now. Questions that I couldn't answer. They thought that I was their dad, and I was okay with that. From now on, I WAS their dad, and I would do whatever it took to protect them.

"Daddy?" Bree sniffled, pulling me out of my thoughts. Bree pulled back to look me in the eyes, and my heart broke when I saw her big, brown, teary eyes.

"Of course, sweetheart. You can sleep with me tonight." Bree gave me a small smile, and I gave her a smile in return. I picked Bree up and carried her to my bed. I laid Bree down gently and climbed in beside her. Laying down, I pulled the covers over both of us. Bree snuggled into me, her tears now gone. I kissed Bree's forehead and put an arm around her. I listened to her soft, slow breathing for awhile before sleep overcame me once again. Closing my eyes, my last thought was how much I hated to see Bree cry.

*Moment #2:*

My second favorite moment with Bree was when she was four. It had been a long day of continuous hard work, and I was ready for the day to be over. I replied to the last email that I had received and shut down my computer, sighing in relief. I rubbed a hand over my face and looked around the room. I was the only one upstairs, even though I allowed the kids to come upstairs.

I was just thinking about going down to the lab to see what my kids were up to when suddenly, the elevator doors opened with a *bing!* I looked over to see Bree walking out of the elevator, looking around aimlessly. I got up quietly and quickly. I sneaked up behind her and picked her up. Bree gave a squeal of surprise and delight, and then she started to giggle. A cute, small, completely adorable sound.

"Daddy!" Bree giggled, and I walked over to the couch and layed down. I layed Bree down on top of me, and I smiled as she giggled some more.

"Hey Bree-Boo," I said, pushing some of her hair behind her ear. Her hair was now just barely below her shoulders, and today she was wearing it down.

"Hey Daddy!" Bree responded, smiling at me and kissing my nose. That was something that she did a lot, I noticed. But it was sweet and cute, and I wasn't objecting.

I kissed her nose in return and asked, "How's my favorite little bionic girl today?"

"Daddy," Bree replied, rolling her eyes. I raised my eyebrows. "I'm your ONLY bionic girl!"

"Well," I told her, "Even if I had a million billion little bionic girls, you'd still be my favorite."

"Well," Bree copied, "If I had a million billion daddies, you'd still be my favorite." This caused me to smile bigger than I already was.

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart." I kissed her forehead, which made her smile. "So," I continued, "What HAVE you been doing today?"

"Not much. I was just playing with Adee and Chasey, but they both takin' naps right now, so I though' I would come see you!"

"Well, I'm glad that you did, sweetie."

"You sure are glad a lot," Bree noted, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I'm always glad with you, Bree-Boo."

"Well, that makes ME glad!" Bree exclaimed, throwing her hands up a little to make a point.

"Do you want to watch T.V. with me, Bree?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay. Let's see what's on." I grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned the T.V. on, flipping through channels. After a few minutes of channel surfing, I found a show that was appropriate for Bree. I looked down at Bree for approval of the show to find her fast asleep. Hm. Guess her brothers weren't the only ones who needed a nap. I stroked some hair away from Bree's face and stared at my daughter. I loved her so much.

*Moment #3:*

The next really memorable moment that I had with Bree was years later, when she was sixteen. I had just started letting Adam, Bree, and Chase go to school, and I had to say, it made me a nervous wreck. I was worried that they would expose their bionics, of course. But I was also worried about their self-esteem. And then I realized something. My sixteen year old daughter was going to highschool. Which meant that she would see boys, and they would see her. Now, I was no idiot. Anyone could see that Bree was beautiful inside and out, and boys would notice that too. But they would mainly notice her physical beauty. My only assurance was that Adam, Chase, and Leo were there to protect her; but I was still nervous.

I was a teenage boy once-I knew how their minds worked. And in their horrible little minds, Bree would be a target. I knew that she could defend herself, I just wanted to defend her also. I wanted to make sure that my little girl was safe. But most importantly, I wanted to make sure that she didn't change.

So when Bree came home after her first day at school, talking to Tasha about clothes, hair, boys, and MAKEUP, I wanted to faint. I almost did. It was happening so fast. I just needed time to process everything. Then, before I knew it, Bree was doing her hair differently, she was wearing makeup, doing her nails, wearing jewelry, and so much more. I was afraid that highschool was changing Bree for the worse.

But then when Tasha told me that Bree needed to get to know girls her age so that she would stop challenging strangers to lugi contests, I acted outwardly grossed out. But on the inside, I was smiling and happy. Yep. My little princess would never be fully changed. Thank God.

*Moment #4:*

My next moment with Bree was when she was seventeen. She wanted to go on a semester-abroad program, but I wouldn't let her. I knew that it was unfair, but I'd rather be unfair and know that she's safe than be fair and have her in possible danger. Then she took out her chip, and I almost had a seizure. I knew that she was upset, but I didn't expect for her to be THAT upset. I wanted to be mad at her, but I just couldn't be.

As much as I tried, I couldn't fix her chip properly. I noticed how, over the period of time when Bree didn't have her chip, she seemed weaker. Her movements were almost lethargic, and she was never exactly focused. She always seemed tired, and she was pale. She would be fine one second, then short of breath the next. I had my suspicions that Douglas had made things such as blood-pressure, breathing patterns, nutrients, and other things around their chips. If that was true, and I hoped and prayed that it wasn't, Bree was in serious danger. She could even die.

I hated the fact that I had to work with my brother on Bree's chip. But if that's what it took to save Bree, then so be it. Eventually, Douglas and I successfully fixed Bree's chip, and she was fine. I, of course, gave her a second chance. But then she reminded me, by using my own words, that everyone deserves a second chance. So now, my brother was living with us. But even if my brother and I didn't always get along, he was one less threat that I had to worry about. And as long as my kids were safe, I was happy.

*End of Moments.*

I was brought out of my thoughts by Bree walking into the living room. She had been upstairs with Tasha, but I didn't know what they were doing. I was stunned, to say the least. Bree had on a royal blue strapless dress that ended just below her knees. Her hair was pulled back in an elegant bun, a few stray curls framing her face. She wore silver hoops and silver, strappy sandals (like the Greek goddessess wore,) and her makeup was simple yet beautiful: eyeshadow, mascara, and pink lip gloss.

"So," Bree said nervously, walking over to me, "How do I look?"

"Absolutely beautiful," I responded, getting up and walking over to her. "And a little too grown up for my taste."

Bree rolled her eyes playfully, and her lips were turned upwards in a smile. A picture of Bree as a little girl flashed through my mind, and I sighed.

"What?" Bree asked, looking a little worried.

"Oh, it's nothing sweetheart. You just...grew up so fast."

Bree smiled again, which caused me to smile. "I'll always be your little girl, daddy," she told me.

I kissed her forehead and rested my hands on the tops of her arms. "I know, Bree-Boo. I know."

"How do you still remember that nickname?" Bree questioned.

"I never forgot. SO, what are you all dressed up for tonight?"

"A date."

"Oh. With who?"

"Oh, it's this boy named Mark. He should be here soon."

"Oh, okay."

"Do you want to meet him?" Bree asked hesitantly. I considered it, but then I smiled at her.

"No, I trust your judgement. But if he hurts you, I'll set Adam and Spike on him at the same time without a warning. I promise."

"What happened to trusting my judgement?"

"I trust you and your judgement with my life. It's this 'Mark' that I don't trust."

Bree laughed, and I smiled even wider. Her laugh was still one of the most beautiful things that I had ever heard. "Don't worry," Bree told me, kissing my cheek. "If he hurts me, I'll tell you. And we'll kick his butt as a family."

"That," I said, "Is the best plan that I have ever heard." Just then, the doorbell rang.

"That's Mark," Bree told me, looking nervous. I kissed Bree's forehead again.

"Don't be nervous. You'll be fine," I assured her.

Bree kissed my nose. "Thanks Daddy. For everything."

Bree opened the door and waved goodbye to me, promising to be back at 10:00. I waved back at her, and as she walked out the door, I whispered, "You're welcome, Bree-Boo."

AN: How was it? I thought it was actually pretty good, but maybe that's just me. I don't know. I hope you liked this, sorry if you didn't. Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! :D Later! :P