AN: So, I know that it's been a wait for this chapter, but all your patience had paid off because here it is! The Adam/Bree sister/brother chapter! Special thanks to Let It Shine, who is a guest reviewer, for giving me an idea for not only this chapter but the Leo/Bree chapter as well. I hope you guys like this chapter, and thanks for reading! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.
Adam's PoV:
I sat in English class, bored out of my mind. "Well," I thought, "At least it's almost time to go home." I looked over at my sister, who was in the seat next to me. She looked just as bored as I was; EVERYONE looked just as bored as I was. Which was to be expected, of course. Bree was looking at the sleeve of her shirt as she picked at it, seeming to not have a care in the world.
"Okay class," Mrs. Calderera announced, "For homework tonight, you will write a five hundred word essay on one member of your family and your favorite memories with the person you choose to write about. It will be due in two days, so you better start tonight. And before any of you ask, NO, you may not write about a pet or a friend who's 'practically family.' You may write about a parent, grandparent, sibling, cousin, aunt, or uncle. Best of luck to you all. Dismissed."
Everyone gathered their things and walked out of the classroom. Bree and I grabbed our backpacks and walked out of class together, talking. "Hey, do you mind if I write about you for the essay?" I asked Bree.
"Go ahead. Can I write about you?" Bree questioned.
"Sure." We continued to walk through the halls, only splitting when we reached Bree's locker. I put my books up and grabbed what I needed for tonight. Shutting my locker, I walked over to Bree and watched silently as she got her books for tonight and put up what she didn't need. Bree shut her locker, and we continued the conversation that we had been having. Once Chase and Leo showed up, we all walked home together. I glanced at Bree, who was laughing something that Leo had said. All I could think about was the paper and how I was going to write it.
*Three Hours Later*
(Still) Adam's PoV:
Three hours. I had been home for three hours. I had been sitting in front of a computer in the lab for three hours now, and all that I had typed was the heading for my paper. This had to be easier than I was making it. "Think Adam," I thought, "What are your favorite memories with your little sister?" I closed my eyes, and memories suddenly popped up.
*Moment #1:*
I was five and Bree was four. Chase and I had had the day off that day because it was Bree's special training day with Mr. Davenport. Which meant that Chase and I didn't have to train. We spent most of the day in the game room, playing video games and goofing around. Bree had started training at eight o' clock that morning with Mr. Davenport, and she didn't come back until eight o'clock in the evening. When she walked into the game room at eight o'clock, she looked seriously drained. Chase had fallen asleep about thirty minutes previously, and he lay in my arms, snoring softly.
I noticed that Bree looked like she wanted to talk, so I picked Chase up and carried him into the lab. I put him into his capsule carefully and closed the door quietly. Walking back into the game room, I began to grow worried. While Mr. Davenport was a great dad, sometimes he could be a little...insensitive. But only on special training days and sometimes during regular training. I noticed that Bree was still standing by the door, and she looked like she was about to burst into tears.
I ran over to her and brought her into a hug. She started to sob into my chest, and I effortlessly picked her up and carried her over to the couch. I held her in my arms as she cried, stroking her hair and murmuring soothing words.
"What happened, Breezy?" I whispered, not wanting to upset her even more.
"Daddy kept yelling at me Adee, and it really hurt my feelings. He, he said that I would never be fast enough, which is like telling you that you'd never be strong enough-it hurts. I know that he gets stressed sometimes, and he doesn't mean to hurt my feelings, but it makes me so sad, Adee. It's like I disappoint him. Like I'll never be good enough. And look at my arm, Adee!" Bree then pulled back her sleeve, revealing a large bruise as well as a large cut.
I gasped. Then I started to get really, really angry. "Did Daddy do that to you?!" I asked furiously.
"No, it happened during training."
I picked Bree up in a bridal hold once more, and she snuggled into my chest, silent tears still flowing down her cheeks. "Where are we going, Adee?" Bree questioned, looking up at me with big, innocent, tearful eyes.
"You'll see," I answered, carrying my small sister out of the game room. I carried her into the lab, where Mr. Davenport was working on a computer. I marched straight up to him and glared at him furiously. When he saw me carrying Bree, he knelt down quickly.
"Adam, what happened?" he asked frantically. I could see the worry in his eyes.
"You," I replied angrily, "You happened! You got obsessed with training and didn't even notice that Bree was hurt! Then you hurt her feelings by yelling at her and telling her that she wasn't fast enough!" My shouts had woken up Chase, who was now quietly watching. When he heard what I had said, his expression matched mine.
He marched over to Mr. Davenport, just as I had done, and shouted, "You meanie!" Then he kicked Mr. Davenport's shin rather forcefully for a three year old. He walked over to me and Bree. I had set Bree down, but I was still hugging her to my chest. Chase joined our hug, and we both glared at Mr. Davenport.
"I didn't know that she was hurt! Bree, show me where your hurt," Mr. Davenport said, starting off with a defensive tone but then switching over to a gentle one. Bree slowly broke away from us and rolled up her sleeve, showing her injuries to Mr. Davenport.
"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me? This cut could've gotten infected," Mr. Davenport told Bree, still using a soft tone with her.
"I-I already made you mad, and I didn't want to make you even madder," Bree answered nervously, looking at her shoes. Mr. Davenport placed a hand under her chin and made her look at him.
"Sweetie, I'm not mad at you. You were absolutely GREAT in training today, and I just got carried away. I promise you, you are PLENTY fast enough, and I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings. I love you," Mr. Davenport said.
Bree smiled at him and replied with, "I love you too, Daddy." They hugged, and Mr. Davenport placed a kiss on Bree's cheek. "Alright," Mr. Davenport started once he and Bree broke their hug, "I'm going to fix your arm. Would you two like to help?" He looked at Chase and I as he said the last part, and we nodded eagerly. Chase and I held Bree's hands as Mr. Davenport cleaned and bandaged her cut, hoping that she would feel alright tomorrow.
I placed Bree into her capsule once Mr. Davenport was done, placing a kiss on her forehead. Then I did the same with Chase. As I got into my own capsule, I promised myself something- I would make it my personal mission to make sure that Bree never cried again.
*Moment #2:*
My next moment with Bree was when I was twelve, Bree was eleven, and Chase was ten. It had been a long day of training, and we were all tired and irritable. So of course, a fight was going to break out between two of us. Chase was the mission leader; we all knew that. But sometimes, when we were younger, he would abuse that title. This just happened to be one of those times.
"Chase, I'm sorry! It's not that I MEANT to go against your orders, I just-" Bree said, but Chase cut her off.
"You just WHAT, Bree?! It might not have been a real mission, but had it been, you would've RUINED IT! YOU RUIN ALL OF OUR PLANS!"
"I do not!" Bree argued, now taking on the defensive.
"YES, you do! This is the second time this week that you ruined a simulation! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GET THINGS RIGHT! I'M THE MISSION LEADER! JUST. LISTEN. TO. ME. FOR ONCE, THAT'S ALL THAT I ASK!" Chase yelled. Bree had tears in her eyes that were threatening to spill over.
"I'm sorry Chase. I really am," she whispered in a quiet voice.
"YEAH, I BET YOU ARE. JUST-UGH!" Chase shouted, throwing his hands into the air and storming out of the room, going God knows where. It really hadn't been that bad; we were doing the simulation, and we were already extremely tired, seeing as it was the last one. Bree typed in the wrong code using her super speed, and alarms went off. Sure, we bombed the mission, but it wasn't that big of a deal. We had done really well with every other simulation perfectly. I think that, had he not been so tired, he wouldn't have blown up at Bree like that. Despite what Chase would tell you, he really admired Bree, and I did too. And I planned to tell her why.
I walked over to my crying sister and held her in my arms. "You know that he didn't mean it, right?" I asked.
"I know. But it still hurts. Adam, he's right-I ruined everything. If I had just payed attention, I wouldn't have wrecked the mission. It's all my fault, Adam."
I made Bree look at me as I stood in front of her, my hands placed firmly on her shoulders. "Breeana. Rose. Davenport. You listen to me right now. None of this is your fault. You made a mistake, and that's alright. I make them all the time. It's alright to make mistakes sometimes Bree. You're allowed to screw up sometimes. It's not the end of the world. Just let Chase blow off some steam. He'll be back soon enough begging for forgiveness."
"And I'll forgive him," Bree told me. I hugged her again and stroked her hair, trying to soothe her.
"You know, Chase really looks up to you," I told Bree.
"Really?" Bree questioned.
"Yep. And I do too," I admitted.
"Why?"
"Because, you're smart, funny, witty, nice, caring, loving, and you're a great fighter. You always know how to handle a situation, no matter how bad. And you're a great sister." I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her gently.
"Well, you're the best big brother that I could ask for. And Chase is the best little brother ever. I love you, Adam."
I smiled. "I love you too, Bree."
It turns out that I was right about Chase coming back soon enough, because ten minutes later he ran into the lab at a speed to match Bree's and begged for Bree to forgive him. Of course, she forgave him, just like she said that she would. As I watched my two baby siblings hug each other, I smiled. They would always care. And I would too.
*Moment #3:*
The next moment that I shared with Bree was when she was sixteen and I was seventeen. It was a Friday after school, and I could not be happier that it was the weekend. I was playing video games with Leo and Chase, Mr. Davenport was sitting at his desk near the kitchen looking at his Davenpad, and Bree and Tasha were upstairs doing who knows what.
Suddenly Tasha ran down the stairs, looking really excited. "Boys, may I have your attention please?" My brothers and I turned to look at Tasha and Mr. Davenport looked up at her. "Gentlemen, I would like to introduce a work of beauty that I have created. Bree, you can come down now," Tasha said, calling the last part up the stairs.
Bree came down the stairs, and we all gaped when we saw her. She was wearing an aqua blue, strapless dress that ended just above her knees. Her hair was in a half-up half-down style, and her makeup was light and natural but beautiful. She wore silver hoop earrings and silver stilletos. Wow. My little sister looked great, but she also looked so grown up, which I didn't necessarily love.
Bree reached the bottom of the stairs and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. "So," she said, sounding and looking really nervous, "Do I look alright?"
"You look great sweetie, don't worry," Tasha assured her.
"Yeah, maybe a little TOO great," Mr. Davenport said, getting up from his desk and walking over to Bree.
"Yeah," Chase agreed, standing up and walking over to Bree as well, Leo and I following suit. Chase folded his arms over his chest as he asked, "Who are you going out with anyway?"
"Well, it's this guy that I met two weeks ago. His name is Jake, and he's really sweet," Bree answered.
"Uh huh. And this 'Jake' fellow- what exactly is he like?" Leo questioned.
"Yeah, for all we know he could be some kind of serial killer!" I told Bree, crossing my arms over my chest like Chase had.
"Adam," Bree deadpanned, "He's not a serial killer. I'm surprised that you even know what a serial killer is!"
"Hey, I know a lot more than you give me credit for! And a guy who kills cereal is NOT dating my little sister!" I said. Bree rolled her eyes, Leo slapped a hand to his forehead, and Chase, Tasha, and Mr. Davenport just stared at me.
"Okay. Well, I assure you that my date does not kill cereal," Bree reassured me. "And he doesn't kill people, either," she added, looking at Chase.
"What is he like, Bree?" Mr. Davenport asked.
"He's really sweet, and nice too. Um, he's an 'A' and 'B' student, and he's kind of popular, but not obnoxiously so. Tasha, what do you think?" Bree questioned, looking even more nervous than before, if that was even possible.
"Well, um," Tasha tried, but she couldn't come up with anything. "Sorry Bree, you've only told me about him. He sounds great, but I've never met him, so I don't have an actual opinion of my own."
"It's okay Tasha. Thanks for trying," Bree replied.
"Well, maybe Jake should come inside and meet the family," Mr. Davenport "suggested." But Tasha quickly shot the idea down.
"Now Donald, I don't think that's necessary. Bree's a smart girl, and I trust her judgement. If she thinks that Jake is a good guy, then I believe her."
"I trust Bree," Mr. Davenport pointed out, "It's this 'Jake' that I don't trust."
"Don't worry Mr. Davenport," Bree soothed, "I'll be fine. I'm bionic; if Jake tries anything, which he won't, then I'll be able to protect myself."
Mr. Davenport didn't look very happy about this- none of us (save for Tasha) did. Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Bree speed walked over to the door. "Don't wait up!" she called as she walked out of the door. The door closed behind her, and we heard the engine of a car rumbling. I waited until I heard the sound dissipate, then grabbed my jacket.
"You're following them, aren't you?" Chase asked me, though by the look on his face, I could tell that he already knew.
"Yep. You don't have to come on this one. I'll text you a play-by-play," I responded, making sure that I had my phone with me. I walked out of the door and started walking to the restaurant that Bree told Tasha she and Jake were going to. I knew that I would get there after them, seeing as, number one, I was walking and they were driving, and number two, they had about a five to ten minute head start.
As I was walking by an alley on the way to the restaurant, (AN: we all know where this is going,) I heard a low moan coming from the alley. I stopped and cautiously looked down the length of the alley. That's when a saw something move-a person. I ran down the alley and dropped down next to the body, intaking a small breath when I saw who it was. Bree. She was conscious, but barely. She had a minor black eye, bruises and cuts everywhere, and a word carved into her arm: useless. So this was Jake's game: ask a girl out and pretend to be all sweet, then brutally injure them in an alley?! Who does that?!
"Bree! Bree!" I whispered urgently, not wanting to scare her.
Bree groaned again and answered with a confused, "Adam?"
"Yeah. What happened?" I asked. Bree started to answer, but instead winced in pain. Her hand moved down to her stomach, and while there was no wound, I suspected that her ribs were either bruised or broken. Probably the latter. "It's okay. I'm going to get you home, okay?" Bree nodded, tears racing down her face. I wiped them away gently and picked Bree up in a bridal hold after draping my jacket over her shivering body. I speed walked home, not daring to run in fear of hurting Bree. Bree just kept her face hidden in my chest and cried, breaking my heart. I was going to hunt Jake down and kill him. NO ONE messes with my baby sister. NO ONE.
The restaurant was about ten minutes away from home, and on foot it felt like longer. But my determination to help my little sister motivated me to keep going, no matter what. When I finally reached our house, I opened the door with one hand, trying not to drop Bree. Thankfully Bree remained in my hold. I stepped over the threshold and kicked the door closed with my foot. Chase and Leo, who had been playing video games when I came in, just sat frozen in their spots, staring at Bree.
"Move!" I barked, and they scrambled off of the couch. I laid Bree down on the couch gently, and I started to stroke her hair. Sometime during the walk home, she passed out, and she was still unconscious. Not yet dried tear tracks marked her cheeks, and I started to stroke her hair.
"Leo," I said, not taking my eyes off of Bree, "Go get Mr. Davenport. NOW!" I yelled the last part out of frustration. I felt a little bad about yelling at Leo like that, but I could and would apologize later. Right now, the only thing that mattered was my sister. Chase kneeled down beside me, taking Bree's hand in his own and rubbing a pattern soothingly on the back of Bree's hand with his thumb.
"What happened?" Chase whispered.
"I don't know," I whispered back, "I was walking to the restaurant, and I found her lying in an alley like this. Jake and his car were nowhere in sight."
"That son of a bitch," Chase whispered angrily.
"I know. Want to help me kill him?"
"Hell yes."
"I thought that you would." We sat in silence for a minute, and then the elevator gave a loud *bing!* Mr. Davenport, Tasha, and Leo ran into the living room, and while Tasha and Leo stayed back, Mr. Davenport was beside Bree in a heartbeat.
"What happened?!" Mr. Davenport cried.
"We don't know! I found her like this in an alley on my way to the restaurant. I didn't see Jake or his car. He did this. I know he did," I answered.
"Alright," Mr. Davenport murmured, "I'll have to scan her in her capsule to see what's wrong."
I started to pick Bree up, but Mr. Davenport stopped me. "I'll take her. You guys can come, but I'll carry her down." I stared at him for a moment, and he stared right back. I saw the unshed tears in his eyes, and I instantly understood: he needed to take care of her. He felt like this was his fault because he didn't stop her from going on that date. Seeing his only daughter like this must've been hard on him. He needed to hold her and make sure that she was alright; but so did I. Bree was my little sister, and I was the one at fault here. I should've gotten there sooner, I should've done more, I should've checked this guy out. But I didn't. I needed to hold her too; I needed to protect her. I needed to know that she was safe.
Reluctantly, I nodded my head in assent and watched as Mr. Davenport picked Bree up in a bridal hold just like I had. He held her close to his chest, I guess trying to protect her in any way possible. It seemed kind of stupid to me, but hey, whatever helped.
Mr. Davenport carried Bree into the elevator with Chase, Leo, Tasha, and I following closely behind. It was cramped in the elevator with all of us in there at once, but I was willing to be uncomfortable for a minute or two if it got Bree help. We finally reached the lab, and Mr. Davenport carried Bree over to her capsule. He sat her down inside of her capsule, closed the door, and walked back over to the cyber desk. He typed a few things into the cyber desk, and Bree's capsule scanned her.
A minute later, Mr. Davenport gave us the results. "Okay," Mr. Davenport told us, "She's got two broken ribs, a black eye, some cuts and bruises, and miraculously, no concussion. That word that he carved into her arm will be there forever though. It'll be a permanent scar."
Useless. That word would be scarred into her skin forever. It was a word that was the exact opposite of my little sister, and I could only hope that she would never believe the lie that was ingraved on her forearm.
It took about two weeks, but Bree finally got better. Her bionics helped her to heal faster than a normal human, of course. But even though the cuts and bruises faded, and the black eye and broken ribs healed, that word stayed on Bree's skin. We tried everything- creams, ointments, you name it. None of it worked. Sure, the scar would fade. But it would never go away.
My family and I made sure that Bree knew that she wasn't useless- and she knew. She believed us. There were times when she would start to doubt what we told her, and she had the occasional nightmare. But I was right there every time, reassuring her that she wasn't worthless or holding her at one in the morning. She kept getting better, until one day, I caught her in a short-sleeved shirt. She hadn't worn one of those in months because of her arm. But now, she walked around confidently, showing her arms off almost proudly.
Which just proved what we already knew: my sister was one of the strongest people in the world.
*Moment 4:* (based off of an idea by let it shine.)
Bree and I shared a good amount of moments, but my next favorite one was the time that Bree got her first 'F.' It was a bright, sunny Friday in Mission Creek, and everything was picture perfect. For me, at least. For Bree, not so much.
When Bree walked up to the lunch table, I could see that something was wrong. She pulled a chair out next to me and slumped down, folding her arms on the table. She put her head in her arms and sighed heavily. I put my sandwich down and rubbed her back soothingly.
"Okay. What's wrong?" I asked, curious as to what could make my sister so sad. She loved Fridays- everyone did! So I had to wonder what could ruin her favorite day of the week for her.
Bree sat up, and I slid my arm around her shoulders. Instead of answering verbally, Bree just reached down and pulled something out of her backpack- a paper. Upon further inspection, I discovered that it was a test. A failed test.
"Oh, I see. You got your first 'F.'" I nodded my head in understanding.
"Yeah. My first, and hopefully only, 'F.'" Bree sighed again and rubbed her eyes. "How am I supposed to tell Mr. Davenport?"
"It'll be okay," I assured her, "It's one bad grade. It won't ruin your life; Mr. Davenport will understand. Besides, it's Math. One of the hardest subjects known to man."
Bree gave me a weak smile. "Thanks Adam."
"No problem. Now, are you gonna eat anything?" I questioned.
"No," Bree told me, "I'm too upset to eat."
We sat in silence until I got up, grabbing my backpack and my tray. "Come on," I said, walking over to a trash can and dumping my tray. Bree got up and grabbed her test and her backpack. She slipped her test into her backpack and slung her bag over her shoulder. "Where are we going?" Bree asked.
"You'll see," I responded. I walked out of school, Bree following suit.
"Adam!" Bree chastised, "We can't just leave! We've got class, and what about Chase and Leo?!"
"They'll be fine," I replied, "And screw class. That's not important right now. What's important is that you feel better."
Bree smiled. "Well, that's sweet Adam, but-"
I cut her off. "But nothing. We're going to go get ice cream. My treat."
"Fine," Bree relented, still smiling. We walked to my car and got in, tossing our backpacks on to the back seat. I drove us to a nearby ice cream shop and parked. Climbing out of the car, I started to think about an old memory. I smiled, and Bree and I walked inside. After we ordered our ice cream and I paid, we took a seat, holding our ice cream cones.
"Okay," I said inbetween licks, "Tell me what happened with the test."
"I don't know. I've been studying like crazy for it- I studied two weeks ahead of time! And yet, somehow, I still managed to bomb it," Bree explained.
"Maybe Chase or Mr. Davenport could tutor you," I suggested, "I would, but we both know that I'm no good at Math either. Or any subject for that matter."
"Come on, I'm sure that you're good at ONE subject," Bree argued.
"Seriously," I told her, "I'm horrible at every subject. Well, I'm alright at art. But that's it."
"Whatever," Bree said, obviously not believing me. We sat in silence for a minute, and I started to smile again as the same memory from earlier entered my mind.
"What are you smiling about?" Bree asked.
"Hm? Oh, nothing really, I was just thinking about the last time we had ice cream together, just the two of us. I was five, so that means that you were four," I started, and Bree kept the story going for me.
"Oh yeah!" Bree exclaimed, "SO, Mr. Davenport and Chase were in the lab, and you and I decided to have ice cream. I had never had an ice cream sundae before, and you insisted that you make me one."
"So, I did, but somehow, we ended up messing around, and by the time Mr. Davenport found us in the kitchen, we had ice cream and whip cream in our hair and all over us."
"I remember that you had chocolate syrup all in your hair and all over your face, and it was the same with me, except instead of chocolate, in my case it was caramel."
"And Mr. Davenport had to spend the rest of the night de-caramelizing your hair," I finished. By now, we were both laughing like crazy. People looked at us weirdly, but we just ignored them. Who cares about what people think? I made my sister happy, and that was all that mattered.
*End Of Moments*
(Still) Adam's PoV:
I smiled to myself as I remembered some of the best moments that I shared with my sister. I broke out of my trance and looked at the computer screen again. At the cursor that was waiting for me to write that paper. Suddenly, this paper wasn't going to be so hard to write.
AN: The end. SO, was it alright? I know, I know. It took forever, so hopefully it was satisfactory. I hope you guys liked it, and next is going to be Leo/Bree brother/sister moments. So be on the lookout for that. Alright, well, thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! :D Later! :P