AN: SO, here's the chapter for Bree/Chase brother/sister moments! Thanks for reading, and I hope you like it! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats or "Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift and The Civil Wars.

Chase's PoV:

I sat in the lab, playing around with one of the computers in the lab. I was clicking on random files, bored out of my mind. I clicked on one file to discover that it was a file of pictures. There were, I realized, a lot of different picture files on this computer. One for me, one for Adam, and one for Bree. One of me and my siblings together, one of us individually and together with Mr. Davenport. Then there were three more files to look at. A picture file of me and Adam together, a picture file of Bree and Adam together, and a picture file of me and Bree. I decided that I should look at me and Bree's file, so I clicked on it. I felt a wave of nostalgia crash over me as I looked at the pictures.

*Moment #1:*

Bree was five and I was four; I was also sick. I had a horrible cold, and it really sucked. I sat in my capsule, wrapped in a blanket with a box of tissues beside me. Adam and Bree were playing in the toy room so they wouldn't bother me, but I really wanted to see them. Suddenly the lab doors opened, and Bree walked out. But Adam was nowhere to be seen.

"Hi Bee-bee," I croaked, "Where's Adee?"

"Hey Chasey," Bree replied, making sure to use a soft tone because of my sickness and my bionic hearing. "Adee's training privately with Daddy today. They'll be back later. How are you feeling?"

I considered lying, telling her that I was fine. But that wouldn't do anything good for either of us, so I went with the truth. "I feel really bad Bee."

"Do you want me to stay with you?" Bree asked, walking over to me. I nodded and pushed the door of my capsule open weakly, allowing Bree to come into the tiny space. If we hadn't been so small then we couldn't have both fit inside at the same time. I wrapped my blanket around myself tighter and leaned against Bree, my head on her chest. Bree stroked my hair in a successful attempt to soothe me, and her cool hand felt good against my hot forehead.

"Bee-bee?" I asked, breaking the silence that had settled over us.

"Yeah Chasey?"

"Will you sing to me?"

"Of course." I listened as Bree sang a song called "Safe and Sound," by Taylor Swift and The Civil Wars. (AN: I know that Safe and Sound was made in (I think) 2012 for The Hunger Games, but let's just pretend that it's an older song, okay? Thanks. Back to the story.) Her soft, melodic voice lulled me to sleep, and the last thing I heard before I drifted into sleep was Bree making one simple statement.

"I love you, Chasey."

"Love you too Bee," I mumbled. Then I fell asleep.

*Moment #2:*

The next moment that I had with Bree was about two years later, meaning that Bree was eleven and I was ten. We were training with Adam, on the simulator, and our mission was something that we often did: we had to fight ninjas. An interesting thing about the simulator was this: you could actually get injured. One time, Bree was punched by a ninja and had a black eye. I thought that her black eye would only exist in the simulator, but I was gravely mistaken. She had that black eye for about a week.

Anyway, Bree and I were fighting the ninjas with Adam, and the three of us were totally kicking butt. I turned my head for a fraction of a second to see how my siblings were doing, and a ninja attacked me while my head was turned. We fought for a few minutes until finally the ninja landed a punch to my temple, making my vision go a little fuzzy. I fell to the ground, and the ninja advanced on me. Suddenly, a blurry figure literally back-flipped into the picture, fighting the ninja vivaciously. Bree. I wanted to pass out, but I knew that I couldn't. This ninja was somehow different from the rest- he was more violent. More ruthless and merciless. I shook my head to clear my vision, and surprisingly, it worked. But my head was pounding, and I couldn't get up without feeling like I was dying. So I stayed down, keeping my eyes trained on my sister. I watched as Bree flipped like an Olympic gymnast and fought like a soldier, amazed by her strength. The ninja landed a few blows, but nothing too bad. Bree was the one in charge of this fight.

Eventually, the ninja fell down a few feet away from me, unconscious. Bree sped over to me and helped me up.

"Are you okay?" Bree asked me, looking worried.

"Fine. I just have a really bad headache. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Come on. That was the last ninja, the simulations over. Let's go." I started to nod, but that only caused me more pain. So I decided to just go with Bree. With my arm wrapped around Bree's shoulders and Bree's arm wrapped around my waist, we walked over to Adam. Mr. Davenport pulled us out of the simulation and we took off our glasses. Bree helped me over to the cyber desk and sat me down on a stool, sitting down next to me. Adam came to stand next to Bree, and Mr. Davenport checked us over, me first at Bree's insistence. Bree held my hand the entire time, not letting go until necessary. I knew that she didn't want to let go. And I didn't either.

*Moment #3:*

The next picture brought back another memory. Bree was sixteen and I was fifteen. Leo had discovered us a few weeks before, and we had just gotten back from school. Thank God that it was Friday, because I don't think that I could've handled anymore school. Wow. That was something that I never thought I'd say. It wasn't school itself, it was the people at school. I wasn't being bullied or anything, I was just tired of dealing with all the idiots at school.

Bree and I laid upside down on the couch, our legs dangling off of the back. We were having a bubble race, which we had always done. Basically, a bubble race works like this: two people each take a bottle of bubble liquid (is that what you call it?) and a bubble wand. You count down from three to one, and on one, both people blow a bubble. Whoever's bubble reaches the roof first wins. It might sound stupid, but that was just me and Bree's thing. Deal with it.

Anyway, Bree and I were both tired and a little frustrated with everyone at school, so, in order to relieve stress and just relax, we decided to talk and have a bubble race.

"Alright," Bree said, looking at me seriously. "Are you ready?"

"Call it," I responded confidently.

"Three, two, one," Bree counted. We both blew a bubble and watched as they floated up.

"I'm going to beat you," Bree whispered playfully, smiling.

"You wish," I whispered back, smiling as well.

"SO," I said, glancing at Bree, "You were telling me about Ethan?"

"Yeah," Bree replied, glancing at me.

We both watched our bubbles, which were still floating up. "What's up with him? Do you like him, does he like you, or...?"

"I don't know," Bree sighed. "I mean, I have a crush on him, but I don't think that he could ever like me that way."

"And why not?"

"He's...Ethan. He's so sweet, and handsome, and caring, and smart. He could never like me."

"I still don't see why he couldn't like you the same way that you like him."

"Because, Chase. He's too good for me."

"I don't think so."

"Well, I do."

"Well, you're wrong. Bree, you're sweet, and beautiful, and caring, and smart. If you like him so much, go for it. If anything, YOU'RE too good for HIM." I looked at Bree again, and she looked right back at me. We stared at each other for a minute, and finally Bree broke the silence.

"You really think that?"

"No. I know it."

Bree smiled, and I smiled in return. "Thanks Chase."

"Eh, don't mention it. You're my sister, and I want you to find a good guy."

"Well, I want you to find a good girlfriend. SO, any girls you have your eye on?" Bree asked me, looking back up at the bubbles, which still hadn't reached the roof. I had never realized how high our ceilings were until now. I looked at the bubbles, which were almost to the roof.

"No, not really. But I'll let you know if a girl comes along."

"You better." We were quiet for a minute before Bree continued speaking. "I'm so gonna beat you," she whispered.

I shoved her arm gently, chuckling. "Not a chance." Our bubbles reached the ceiling and popped. But obviously, we hadn't thought this through, because when the bubbles popped, the bubble liquid rained down on us and burned our eyes. We both squeezed our eyes shut in pain and covered our eyes with our hands.

"OH! OH, THAT BURNS!" Bree exclaimed.

"OH YEAH!" I responded. We both rolled off of the couch and stumbled over to the kitchen sink. We flushed our eyes with cold water from the sink, and after a minute of doing this, we could open our eyes again.

"Okay, we really should've thought that through," I stated.

"Yep," Bree agreed. "Thank God that I had on water proof eye makeup."

"Yeah, otherwise you would've looked like a raccoon," I told Bree, smirking.

"Wipe that smirk off your face," Bree responded, though she was smiling. I did as she instructed and replaced my smirk with a smile.

"Come on," I said, walking out of the kitchen with Bree trailing behind.

"Where are we going?" Bree asked.

"Well, do you still want to have a bubble race?" I questioned.

"Yeah."

"Then we're going to get some sunglasses."

Bree laughed. "Good idea."

*Moment 4:*

The final moment that Bree and I shared had been not too long ago. Now I was sixteen and Bree was seventeen, and though I hadn't really had any girl troubles, Bree had plenty of boy troubles. Her newest crush was a guy named Anthony, a guy with shaggy brown hair and peircing blue eyes. Bree was head over heels for him, though I knew that he was a player.

Yesterday, Bree came home all excited and started talking rapidly to Tasha about going on a date with Anthony that night. Yes, THE Anthony. I sighed internally and ran a hand through my hair, knowing that Bree was going to get hurt. So when she came home later that night, I didn't know what to expect. I was sitting on the couch and pretending to watch T.V., though I was secretly waiting up for Bree. I hoped that she had a good time and that Anthony wasn't that bad, but it didn't take super smarts to figure out that wasn't going to happen.

The door opened and Bree walked in, tears streaming down her face and her mascara running. I jumped up and walked over to her, enveloping her in a hug. I was surprised when Bree didn't attempt to stop her tears or push me off. She just sobbed into my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my waist. I kept my arms around her shoulders. I broke our hug but kept an arm around Bree's shoulders, leading her over to the couch and sitting her down. Grabbing a blanket that was conveniently draped across the back of the couch, I started to whisper soothing things to my sister as I wrapped the blanket around the two of us.

"Shh, it's alright. I'm here, I won't let him hurt you. You're safe, Bree. I'll protect you. What happened, Breezy? You can tell me," I soothed.

Bree sniffled a little before answering with, "I know. Chase, it was such a great date at first. We went to dinner and a movie, and he was sweet; he was such a gentleman. I had butterflies in the pit of my stomach and everything. But then, when he dropped me off, we sat in the car and talked for a minute or two. Then, he kissed me, and it was sweet at first, but then, he tried to do more. But Chase, I didn't want to go there. He kept trying to get me to do it with him, and I kept trying to get away, but I couldn't. Eventually I was able to get out of the car and run to the door, and when I turned around he was gone. Chase, I hate to admit it, but it scared me so badly. It still does." Bree started to cry again, silent tears running down her face.

I pulled Bree into my chest, holding her tightly (but not too tightly) in a protective embrace. "He won't hurt you," I told her confidently, "He won't come near you. I'll stay with you for as long as it's necessary, and I'll protect you. I promise." I kissed Bree's forehead, and she smiled, resting her head in the crook of my neck.

"Thanks Chasey. You're the best brother ever. I love you."

I smiled down at my sister. "I love you too."

*End Of Moments.*

I smiled at all of the memories. I heard the doors of the elevator open with a *bing,* and out came Bree.

"Hey Bree," I said.

"Hey Chase. Whatcha doing?" Bree asked, walking over to me.

"Looking through some old pictures. I just finished looking at the ones of me and you."

"Oh, can I see?" Bree questioned eagerly.

I smiled. "Yeah." So together we sat, looking at not only pictures of the two of us but pictures of our family as well. I glanced over at my sister, who was laughing with me at a picture of Adam, Bree, and I covered in flower and smiling. I knew that no matter what was said or done by either of us, and no matter what happened to us, I would always have my big sister. And she would always have me.

AN: SO, was it alright? I actually thought that it wasn't too shabby, but I don't know. I hope you guys liked it, and thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! :D Later! :P