AN: Hey guys! SO, how is everything? School goin' good? Okay. Well, um, here's chapter seventeen! I hope you like it, and thanks for reading! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Bree's PoV:

"Okay. Check your mirrors. Good. Now, slowly put your foot on the gas and just ease off," Mr. Davenport instructed. I did as I was told, and an exhilarated feeling washed over me as I realized that I was driving. That's right, driving. I had gotten my permit a year previously, and now, I was going to try for my license. (AN: I don't know how the whole 'driving thing' works, so I'm just gonna go with this. Sorry if it's not accurate! D': Okay. Back to the story.) Tasha insisted that, since she helped me get my permit, Mr. Davenport should help me get my license. So far, he had been a pretty good teacher.

Even though I was driving at a normal speed, Mr. Davenport started screaming at me. "NO, BREE, NOT TOO FAST!" Okay. I take back the whole "pretty good teacher" thing.

I stopped the car and looked at Mr. Davenport in surprise. "I wasn't going too fast."

"Yes, you were!"

"NO, I wasn't!"

"She wasn't," Chase commented from the back seat. My brothers had insisted on tagging along; why, I wasn't sure.

"Thank you!" I exclaimed, turning around slightly and giving Chase a small smile.

"Hey, you stay out of this," Mr. Davenport told Chase. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "Okay. Let's just...try again."

I nodded, checked my mirrors, and eased on the gas, just like before. Mr. Davenport didn't say anything, and I thought that maybe he wouldn't lose it this time. Oh, how wrong I was.

About a minute after Mr. Davenport's outburst, I was driving around the parking lot pretty well. But sure enough- "WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREE!"

I stopped the car and looked in front of me before looking at my father. "What tree?"

"You don't see it?!" Mr. Davenport exclaimed increduously.

I looked at the lot again and returned Mr. Davenport's look of incredulty. "You mean the one way over there? At the end of the lot, which we're not anywhere close to?"

"Yes, that tree!"

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"Thank you. Now, just keep going."

*Three Hours Later:*

Bree's PoV:

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" I exclaimed as we walked into the house.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE SUCH A HORRIBLE DRIVER!" Mr. Davenport retaliated.

"HEY, I AM NOT A HORRIBLE DRIVER, YOU'RE JUST A HORRIBLE TEACHER!"

"I AM NOT A HORRIBLE TEACHER!"

"Yes you are," Adam piped up from the kitchen.

"I most certainly am not!" Mr. Davenport protested, "Chase, tell them!"

"Um, I'm sorry to break this to you Mr. Davenport, but you stink at teaching people how to drive," Chase stated.

I gestured to Chase in a "SEE!" way. "I told you!" I said to Mr. Davenport.

"Okay, well, since you're all experts, what do I do wrong?"

"Well, for starters, you yell way too much," Chase responded.

"Yeah," Adam agreed, "And you freak out over everything!"

"Plus," I joined in, "You make whoever you're teaching unexplicably nervous." My expression softened, and I put a hand on Mr. Davenport's arm. "Look. I appreciate you trying to teach me; I really do. But you might not be the best person to teach me. Okay?"

"Okay. And, I'll admit, I can get a little crazy when it comes to things like this-"

"A little?" Adam interrupted, quirking an eyebrow.

Mr. Davenport shot him a look and continued, "ANYWAY, I'm sorry if I stressed you out. But Tasha's gone on a trip for the week, and she'll get back the day of your driver's test. If I can't teach you, then who will?"

"I'll teach her," Adam volunteered.

Mr. Davenport, Chase, and Leo all started to laugh. "I CAN'T BREATHE, I CAN'T BREATHE!" Leo exclaimed, tears streaming down his face.

"Would you three stop it?" I said, walking over to Adam. "Adam can drive. He DID pass his test, with a rather high score, after all. And I KNOW that he'll be a better teacher than you!" I directed this last sentence at Mr. Davenport, who, along with Chase and Leo, were no longer laughing.

"Please," Chase scoffed, "Even if Adam DID pass his test, how is he supposed to teach you? He had enough trouble teaching himself!"

"Oh yeah? Because, last time I checked, you don't even know HOW to drive!" I shot back, earning a high five from Adam. That shut Chase up.

I turned to Adam and asked, "When do you want to go?"

"How about tomorrow at three?" Adam replied.

"Works for me. Alright, well, I've got homework to complete, SO, I'll see you guys at dinner." I walked upstairs, thumping Chase on the head as I passed him.

Mr. Davenport's PoV:

I couldn't believe that Bree was almost a licensed driver. One moment, she was my little girl with pigtails, and now she's seventeen and about to drive.

"Mr. Davenport?" Chase asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I responded.

"Why are you so hard on Bree when it comes to driving? You didn't give Adam this much trouble."

"I know," I replied, "I don't mean or want to give her a hard time. I just...I don't want her to grow up."

"What?" Chase questioned, "Since when are you close to Bree?"

"I'm not necessarily CLOSE to her, per se. But, I mean, she's my little girl, regardless of the relationship that we have. Maybe it's a dad thing, I don't know. I just never imagined that Bree would grow up so fast. I never thought that any of you would grow up as fast as you did," I explained.

"I think I get it," Adam spoke up. "When we were with Douglas, he wasn't necessarily the best dad, especially to Bree. She was always the smallest of the three of us, so she was easier to mess with, you know? So, anyway, Douglas took his emotions out on Bree. I was the closest thing that she had to a dad for the first few years of her life."

"Yeah, I remember that," Chase joined in, "Since Adam was basically our dad for that time, I was the protective brother that every girl needs. One time, Douglas hit Bree in front of me, so I bit him."

I snorted and said, "You BIT him?!"

"Yeah, right on the hand that he used to hit Bree. He had red teeth marks on his hand for a few weeks." Chase, Adam, Leo, and I started to laugh. The idea of a little Chase biting onto Douglas's hand and not releasing for anything was hilarious.

"SO, what exactly is the whole point of this story? Other than to give us more reasons to hate Douglas?" Leo asked. (AN: I love Douglas. The good Douglas, that is. Just putting that out there! Okay. Back to the story.)

"The point is, I kind of get what Mr. Davenport is going through with the whole 'not wanting Bree to grow up' thing," Adam answered.

"Well, at least she's not completely different from how she used to be," Chase commented.

"Yeah, but she's not the same, either," Leo pointed out.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle.

"Well, think about it," Leo said, "When I first met Adam, Bree, and Chase, Bree was way different than she is now. Personality and appearance wise. I mean, when I first met Bree, the first word that came to mind was naive. Then innocent. Then tom-boyish and simple, and so far and so forth. The point is, Bree changed a lot. Kind of for the better, and sometimes I think that it was for the worse. But she mainly changed for the better."

I thought about it and realized that Leo was right. When Bree was sixteen, she was innocent and naive. She was also a tom-boy, and probably the simplest girl that I'd ever met. Just like Leo had said. She used to wear graphic tees and jeans with Doc Martens, but now she had a much more mature style. Come to think of it, I hadn't seen her in Doc Martens or graphic tees for awhile.

"You're right," I admitted with a sigh, "She's changed. But I love her all the same."

"Well of course we still love her," Chase responded, "I just wish that she hadn't changed herself so much. I mean, even her personality has changed."

"He's right," Adam agreed, "Bree's just changed. And I honestly can't say that I like the changes that she made."

"Well I'm so sorry that I can't make you guys happy," a voice said from the stairs. I looked over in surprise and saw Bree standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over her chest and a hurt look on her face.

"Bree! I thought that you were upstairs doing homework," I said.

"I finished," Bree replied. "And apparently, I changed for the worst too."

"Bree, we didn't-" Chase started, but Bree sped out of the door before he could finish his sentence.

Adam ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He ran a hand over his face and said, "I screwed that up."

Chase laid a hand on Adam's shoulder and replied, "No, we ALL screwed that up."

Adam walked over to the coat rack and grabbed his jacket, seeing as it was fall and therefore slightly chilly outside. "I'll go find her."

"How do you expect to find her? She could be anywhere in the world!" Leo exclaimed.

"She's probably at the park. She always goes to the park when she needs to think," Adam explained, stating this as if it were a well-known fact. "I'll be back soon."

True to his word, Adam came back five minutes later with an arm around Bree's shoulders. Of course, we all apologized profusely to Bree, and she graciously accepted every single apology that she received.

Surprisingly, Adam was a great driving teacher for Bree, having the patience that I didn't. Bree, of course, passed her driving test easily, and we couldn't have been more proud.

I came to realize something. No matter how old Bree got, and no matter what milestones she reached, she would always be my little girl. She told me so herself.

AN: SO, I think that that was a kinda sucky ending. Hopefully, you guys liked it. I'm sorry if you didn't. Okay, well, I don't have much else to say. So, um, thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! :D Later! :P