A/N: Hello, everybody! Let's get right to it, shall we?

Disclaimer: Lab Rats belongs to Disney, and my idea came from Lea Ootori's story Amnesia. Be sure to check it out!

***This takes place in the Bionic Island.***

Mr. Davenport paced in front of the HydroLube. Douglas watched him for a few monents, then:

"Okay, I'll bite. Why the worried pacing?"

"Because, Douglas, the kids should have finished their mission hours ago. What's taking them so long?"

"Maybe they went on a well-deserved ice cream break? You know, if we had an ice cream bar here, they'd be here by now."

"What do you want, Douglas?"

"An ice cream bar. Was that not clear?"

"Okay, we are not getting an ice cream bar!"

"Why not?"

As they continued to bicker, Adam, Bree, Chase, and Leo exited the HydroLube. All were competely covered in mud, and Adam was holding his arm.

"Because bionic heroes in training do not need to fill up on ICE CREAM before they train!"

"You just don't want me to have ice cream. You NEVER let me have ice cream when we were kids!"

"Um, guys?" Leo tried to interrupt.

"Oh that is preposterous!"

"Is it? You ALWAYS took my ice cream!"

"Big D? Douglas?" Leo tried again.

"Well, you took my Lil' Inventors Train Building Kit!"

"Are you STILL on that? I was SEVEN!"

"Mom got that kit for me! It was MY train! MINE!"

"GUYS! Adam's hurt!" Leo yelled.

"Adam! Are you okay?" Mr. Davenport checked Adam's arm.

"Well, I-OW!"

"I don't think it's broken, but we should get it X-rayed to make sure. What happened?"

"Spike happened." Bree said, annoyed.

"Yeah, I pushed Chase into the mud, and Spike came out. It was like a magic trick. A mean magic trick that threw me in the mud." Adam piped up, before Douglas led him away.

"And us! We didn't even do anything!" Bree said.

"Leo, Bree, go take a bath. You guys are getting mud everywhere. Chase, we need to talk."

As Leo and Bree left, Chase sat down at the desk with a sigh.

"It's not my fault. Spike did this, not me."

"Chase, this is the third time Spike has come out this week! Are you even trying to control him? Do you like being Spike?"

"What? No! It's not that easy reigning Spike in. It's not like when you hold in a burp! He just-comes out!"

Mr. Davenport sighed.

"Get cleaned up, okay? Then we're going to do a scan on your bionics. Until we find out what's causing Spike, you aren't going on any missions."

"But Mr. Davenport! I've got a class to teach in half an hour!"

"You aren't teaching, either. Until we solve the whole Spike problem, you are going to be isolated from the students."

"Mr. Davenport!"

"I'm sorry, Chase, but I can't risk Spike harming anyone. Now get cleaned up, and I'll be at your capsule in fifteen minutes to start running scans."

"I don't believe it! I've been running scans for two hours and I haven't found a single anomoly in your chip!"

"Then can I go?" Chase asked, annoyed.

"Not until I figure out what's causing Spike to come out!"

Chase left his capsule and flopped on the couch.

"Mr. Davenport, maybe it was just a few glitches. We all glitch. Maybe nothing's wrong?"

"Maybe, but I want to make sure."

Adam entered the room, eating an enormous lollipop.

"Adam, are you okay?" Chase asked, concerned.

"Yeah. Douglas X-rayed my arm, and gave me a lollipop!"

"How is your arm?" Mr. Davenport asked.

"Oh. I dunno."

"He's fine." Douglas said, entering.

"Hey, Chase, even when you're Spike, you're too pathetic to hurt me." Adam joked.

"I'm not too pathetic to throw you in mud."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about pushing you."

"You are?"

"Yeah, I got you a present." Adam reached into his pocket and pulled out a doll. "It's a girlfriend for you! And look, it's Chase life-sized!"

"Adam, I do NOT need a doll."

"Aww, does Chasey-Wasey not like his wittle doll?. Come on, kiss your girlfriend!" Adam shoved the doll in Chase's face.

[COMMANDO APP ENGAGED]

"Hey, meathead! How about I shove that doll down your throat?!"

"But I'm eating a lollipop." Adam said, oblivious.

Spike grabbed the lollipop and threw it accross the room, shattering it into hundreds of pieces.

"You're next, lizard breath!"

Spike grabbed Adam-

[COMMANDO APP DISENGAGED]

Chase let go of Adam, confused.

"What happened?"

"Oh, last time I tapped into your bionics I created a fail-safe for Spike. This little beauty will deactivate Spike whenever he appears." Douglas held up a small metal box, which began to smoke. "Well, it did work once."

"That's it. Get back in the capsule." Mr. Davenport ordered. "We have to figure out what's causing Spike."

"Uh, it's Adam. Duh." Douglas said.

"What?" Mr. Davenport asked.

"Well, Adam and whoever else bullies Chase."

"I'm not bullying Chase." Adam said. "I'm just teasing him, making fun of his height and nerdiness and the fact he will never have a girlfriend. Oh, and I throw him across the room on occasion."

"Really?" Douglas looked at Mr. Davenport.

"It's just brotherly teasing. Chase shouldn't take it so hard. I mean come on, we fought all the time growing up."

"Right here, guys." Chase said from the couch.

"And I tried to take over the world, sell children to the highest bidders, and turn these kids into mindless robots. Twice. Chase is the smartest person in the world. Imagine what he could do if he snaps."

"So...he'll take a walk and cool off when his adreneline is pumping."

"Nooooo...because someone removed flight from his flight-or-fight response. When he gets pushed too far, he becomes Spike."

"Well he would never fight when pushed!"

"Wait!" Chase stood up. "Mr. Davenport, you gave me the Commando App? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, technically, I told you I gave you bionics, so, I...did...tell you?"

"Chase, calm down." Douglas said. "The real question is, you've been picked on all your life. Why are you just now Spike-ing out?"

"I don't know. It just...started...getting to me, you know?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Chase, I'm sorry." Adam said. "For real. I didn't know you were so hurt by what I say."

"It's fine." Chase sighed.

"No, it's not." Douglas said. "Adam, you need to think about what you say before you say it. And Chase, you can speak up if something someone says bothers you. It doesn't make you any less strong."

"Yes, it does. When you tell someone they're hurting your feelings you get teased even more."

"You don't have to word it like that. Just tell them to knock it off, and change the subject."

"Yeah, okay.". Chase rolled his eyes.

"Just try it. Promise? I'll buy you an ice creeeeaaaamm."

Chase laughed.

"Yeah, I promise."

"Oh you will not stop with the ice cream thing, will you?" Mr. Davenport rolled his eyes.

"Hey! You still owe me fifty-two cones!"

"You kept track?!"

"Yup! My train helped me!"

"That does not even make sense!"

"Well, I stole your train kit! And I built it way better than you would have!"

"I didn't need it! I had ice cream!"

"Hey, Chase, you wanna go get ice cream?" Adam asked, bored with watching the two grown men argue about ice cream and toy trains.

"Okay."

So, while the adults bickered, the two younger brothers left the room to find some ice cream, and vowed to never argue about anything so stupid, (which lasted until they got to the ice-cream shop and discovered there was only one chocolate cone left.)

A/N: Wow, this was pretty long. I thought about posting it in two parts, but (obviously) decided not to. Well? What do you think? Not bad for something written at three am? (Yeah, I so can't sleep.) Please review!