AN: Here you go! The Tasha/Bree mother/daughter moments chapter! I hope you like it, and thanks for reading! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Tasha's PoV:

As I helped my daughter get ready for prom, I started to think about how much Bree had grown since the day I met her.

*Moment #1:*

When I first met Bree, I wasn't sure what to think. Adam and Chase were simple enough to figure out; Adam was the protective older sibling who could be quite dim at times, and Chase was the smart younger sibling. But Bree was different. While the boys didn't necessarily want anything and everything to do with the outside world, it was all that Bree dreamed and talked about. She just wanted to be a normal girl.

One thing that I noticed that struck me as strange was the fact that Bree spent an abnormal amount of time with her brothers. She wasn't very feminine, and my new husband and sons claimed that Bree was the champ in lugi contests. While I thought that it was great that Bree spent a lot of time with her brothers, I found it slightly strange. She was also close to Donald, I noticed. But it also made sense; I mean, she had spent the first sixteen years with them in an isolated environment. They were the only friends she had in that lab.

I noticed how Bree seemed very secure and confident, not only in her abilities but also in her appearance. She was happy with herself. And that was one of the most refreshing things that I had ever seen. So many girl nowadays only cared about what others thought, and they only did what made others happy. But, in terms of herself, Bree only cared about what she thought of herself, and she only did what made her happy.

So, when I encouraged Leo's idea of taking the kids to school, I had to deal with a very worried Donald.

"But Tasha," Donald argued, "High school is grueling, and that's when you've been going to school for your whole life! Sure, I taught them everything that they needed to know, but that's like going to public school after home schooling your whole life!"

"They'll be fine, Donald. They'll watch out for each other, I know it. Chase is smart, and he'll watch Adam. Bree's a smart, self-assured girl. She can stand her ground, and she's got Leo."

"That's like saying that Bree's got a chihuahua in the Vietnam War!" Donald exclaimed. Then his shoulders slumped and I gave him a hug. "It's Bree that I'm mainly worried about. When I was in highschool, I saw girl change drastically because they wanted to fit in. Everything about them changed. Some girls developed an eating disorder, or resulted to cutting, and in a few girls' cases, they resulted to suicide. I don't want that to be Bree. And then there's the boys in highschool; I mean, Bree's smart, yes, but she's also young, naive, and beautiful."

"I know. I understand what you're scared about, but I doubt that Bree would harm herself in any way, JUST to impress people. You're her dad; do you really think that Bree would result to those things?"

"No. But no one thought that those girls I went to school with would result to those things either."

"Donald. Why are you so worried about this?"

"She's my little girl, Tasha! My only daughter! I can't stand the mere thought of Bree being hurt. I just want to protect her, Tasha. I don't want her to grow up and leave."

"Mr. Davenport?" a voice asked. My husband and I turned to see none other than Bree standing in the doorway of our bedroom.

"Hey Bree," Donald greeted, walking up to her and kissing her head.

"Mr. Davenport, don't worry. I'll be fine. And I promise you- no matter how old I get, I'll always be your little girl."

Donald smiled, and Bree smiled back. I watched with joy as my daughter and husband embraced, and Donald placed a kiss on the top of Bree's head. "I love you, Breezy."

Bree pulled back from their hug and kissed Donald's nose. "I love you too, daddy."

And it was then that I became truly assured that my new daughter wouldn't change for anyone else but herself.

*Moment #2:*

A few weeks after Adam, Bree, and Chase started going to school, Bree came home practically glowing with happiness. "Hey Bree," I greeted, "Why so happy?"

"Because, this guy at school, Ethan, asked me on a date! Eek!" Bree squealed.

"Oh my God, sweetie, this is amazing! Can I help you get ready?"

"I was going to beg you to help me!"

"Okay. When and where is this date?" I asked.

"Um, tonight, he's picking me up at 7:00, and we're going to a restaurant!"

"Great! Come on, let's go get you ready!" I exclaimed. We ran into me and Donald's bathroom and slammed the door behind us, extremely excited.

Three makeup, hair, and dress filled hours later, it was 6:55 and Bree was ready for her date.

"Thank you so much, Tasha," Bree said sincerely, giving me a hug, "I look great."

"You're welcome, sweetie," I replied, returning her hug, "Ethan will be knocked off of his feet! Come on, let's go show your brothers and father."

We broke apart and walked out of the bathroom, Bree being careful because of her heels. One hour out of three had been spent teaching Bree to walk in heels, and thankfully, she was a fast learner.

Bree really did look gorgeous, with her red, satiny, strapless dress. The dress ended right above her knees, and I had paired the dress with black stilletos, a black bangle, and black earrings. She wore her hair down, and I had curled her hair for the occasion. Her makeup was simple yet stunning- red lip gloss, black mascara and eyeliner, and a nude color eyeshadow.

I had Bree wait, hidden from the boys' view, while I announced her. "Boys, may I have your attention?" My husband, who was drinking coffee in the kitchen, looked up from his mug. My sons, who were on the couch, playing video games, paused their game and turned to look at me. "Thank you. Now, may I introduce, the now date ready Bree Davenport!"

Bree, right on cue, walked into the living room rather gracefully, not stumbling once due to her heels. The boys' jaws dropped when they saw her, probably amazed that tomboy Bree looked the way she did.

The boys had been silent for a minute or so now, and Bree looked nervous. "Guys? Doesn't she look wonderful?" I piped up, telling them through my eyes to say something.

"You look great, sweetheart," Donald said, which caused Bree to smile.

"Yeah," Leo agreed.

"Tasha did a really great job," Adam assured Bree, and Chase nodded.

"Ethan's a lucky guy," Chase told Bree, who didn't look nervous anymore. But when the doorbell rang, signaling that Ethan had arrived, the nervous look possessed Bree's face again.

"Just relax, sweetie," I instructed, "Take a deep breath. In and out. Good." I walked with Bree to the door. "Now, be back by eleven, and if you need anything, call me."

Bree nodded and gave me another smile. "Seriously, Tasha. Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me."

"It's my pleasure. As much as I love Leo, I've always wanted a daughter, and this was one of the reasons why. Now, relax and open that door." I backed away and stood by Donald in the kitchen as Bree opened the door and revealed Ethan. He really was a handsome young man; Bree had chosen well.

"Hi Ethan," Bree greeted nervously.

"Hey. You look amazing, Bree," Ethan said.

Bree blushed, and I couldn't help but smile. They were so cute.

"I'll be back by eleven," Bree called over her shoulder as she walked out.

"Have a good time," I called back.

"Yeah, but not too good of a time," Donald added. The door closed, and I turned to face my husband. His face held a worried look, and I knew what he was worried about.

"She'll be fine," I assured him, resting my hand on his cheek.

Donald nodded. "I know."

Needless to say, Ethan and Bree had the perfect first date. Bree and I stayed up until midnight talking, and then Bree went to bed. As I watched Bree walk to the elevator, one thought crossed my mind.

"Thank God."

*Moment #3:*

The next moment that I had with Bree was about a year later, when she was seventeen. I was sitting on the couch, reading a book and drinking some tea, when Bree sped in. "Hey Tasha, is it okay if I go to a party with some of my friends tonight?"

"Did you finish your homework?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am," Bree answered.

"Then I don't see why not. Where's the party?"

"Caitlyn's."

"Alright. Be back by eleven, and if you need anything, just call me. I know how those parties can be."

"Thanks Tasha. Will you tell Mr. Davenport where I am so he won't worry?"

"Of course."

"Alright, well, on that note, I leave for the party. See you at eleven!" Then Bree speeded out the door, closing it behind her. I gave a small laugh of amusement. I remembered going to parties when I was her age; they were so much fun. It was so exciting to be invited, and it was one of the things that every girl dreamed of doing in high school. However, I also knew that those parties could be really bad, especially for teenage girls. If someone brought alcohol, who knew what could happen. I knew that Bree wouldn't drink; but I didn't know that about the other kids.

About an hour later, I was standing in the kitchen with my husband, talking. The boys were playing a video game. I got a call on my cell phone, and without looking at the caller ID, I answered.

"Hello?" I said.

"Tasha? It's me."

"Hey Bree, how's the party?"

I heard an odd sound, almost like a sob. "Tasha, I need you to come pick me up." When Bree said this, I realized that she was crying.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" When all I got was another choked sob, I asked again. "Bree. What's wrong?"

"Someone brought alcohol to the party a few minutes ago, and drunk boys keep making passes at me. Please come pick me up."

"I'm on my way. Wait for me outside."

"Okay." With that, the call ended, and I rushed to the coat rack to grab my purse and jacket.

"What's wrong?" Donald questioned, looking worried.

"Someone just brought alcohol to the party, and drunk guys keep making passes at Bree. I'm going to pick her up; I'll be back soon." And with that, I opened the door and ran to my car.

I drove as fast as I could to Caitlyn's house without breaking the speed limit. When I reached Caitlyn's house, I saw Bree sitting on the front steps. Bree looked up, saw me, and ran to me as fast as she could at a human speed. I held my arms out to her, and she fell into them, sobbing and hugging me back tightly. I helped her get into the car, went around to my side, got in, and drove off.

We rode in silence, Bree wiping her eyes and trying not to cry any more than she already had. When we got home, Donald and my sons were waiting in the driveway for us. As soon as we got out of the car, Bree was engulfed in a giant group hug that I joined.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, until we eventually broke apart. Donald kept an arm around Bree's shoulders as he led her inside, my sons and me bringing up the rear.

My family and I gathered in the living room, me and Donald on either side of Bree. Adam, Chase, and Leo sat in chairs on near us, and we listened as Bree told us what happened. She had been having a great time, until someone showed up with beer. Then people started getting high, and boys kept hitting on her. One boy, a football player who was much bigger than Bree, almost got what he wanted by overpowering Bree. But luckily, she was able to get away.

Adam and Chase, who were worried about their sister, insisted that the three of them slept in a guest room that night. Bree didn't have a problem with it; in fact, she supported their idea.

Now in their pajamas, Adam, Bree, and Chase started up the stairs to the guest room that Donald and I had readied for them. I grabbed Bree's wrist gently and pulled her back. When they noticed that their sister was no longer following them, Adam and Chase turned around and stared at me questioningly.

"You two go on," I said, "I just need to talk to your sister for a minute."

Though the boys looked unhappy with the idea of Bree not being by their side, they reluctantly went upstairs. I waited until I couldn't hear their footsteps anymore before I turned to my daughter. "Are you okay, Bree?"

"Yeah," Bree replied, "I'm fine. Night!"

"Night," I replied, and I watched as she sped up to the guest room. As I watched her go, I had to wonder if she really was fine or not.

*Moment #4:*

The last really significant moment that I had with Bree was a few months after the accident at the party. At seventeen, Bree didn't know what to do. She was in that stage of insecurity that every teenage girl goes through, and she wasn't sure of herself like she used to be. So when Bree came home crying one Friday afternoon, I knew what I had to do.

I was sitting on the couch, watching T.V. Suddenly, the door flung open, revealing a disheveled and crying Bree. I turned off the T.V. and ran to her.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" I asked, pulling her inside and shutting the door behind her. Bree started to cry harder, so I gathered her into my arms and walked us over to the couch. I sat us down and rubbed her back soothingly, letting her tell me when she was ready.

When Bree stopped crying, I pulled away a little bit but kept my arms around her. "Sorry, Tasha."

"It's fine, sweetie," I replied, smoothing her hair back. "But what happened?"

"All of my friends betrayed me, Tasha, and I don't know why. They said that it was because I wasn't a popular girl anymore, but I didn't think that I was popular in the first place!"

"Come on," I told Bree, standing up and grabbing my purse off of the coat rack.

"Where are we going?"

"We are going to do something that women in my family have been doing with their upset daughters for centuries. We're going to go window shopping while we talk."

Bree gave me a small, sad smile. "That sounds great."

Together we walked out of the house and got into my car. I sent a text to Donald, saying that Bree and I were going out for a little while and I would fill him in later. Then I started the car and drove. While I drove, Bree and I talked about everything.

We drove to a mall a few cities away from Mission Creek and began our window shopping.

"So, what happened at school today?" I questioned as we walked by a clothing store that had mannequins in fancy dresses in the window display.

"Not much, up until it was time to go home."

"Well, what happened then?"

"Okay, so, Caitlyn and my other friends walk up to me as I'm putting my books back in my locker, and they tell me that they're not going to be my friends anymore."

"Well, that's juvenile."

"I know right?! Anyway, I asked them why, and they laughed obnoxiously and said that, since I'm not 'popular' anymore, they won't be my friends. Then they just laughed at me and walked away, trashing me as they left. Sooo...yeah. That's pretty much what happened."

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright. You're only helping me, not hurting me."

We window shopped and talked for about two hours before we decided to head home. On the way back, we cranked up the radio and sang along, albeit pretty horribly. When we pulled into our driveway, I cut the engine and took my keys out of the ignition.

"Thanks, Tasha," Bree said, "I feel much better."

"You're welcome sweetheart," I replied while I hugged her.

As we walked up to the front door of our house, Bree showed a small smile. "What?" I asked curiously.

"Hm? Oh, nothing. It's just...I don't even remember why I was sad in the first place."

AN: Okay! SO, there's the Tasha/Bree mother/daughter moments chapter! Now that I've done all the members of their family, I'll go back to doing regular one shots. Don't forget to put any requests that you have for a one shot(s) in a review! I hope you liked it, and thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! :D Later! :P