Okay so third chapter. Just to clarify some things, it's only AU because of some episode stuff and another reason that you'll find out in chapter 4. Nobody got the references, so no shout-outs, and... yeah. Let's get on with this.

I don't own Lab Rats, Austin and Ally, or any of the characters. Just this story and anything you don't recognize.

**Ally's POV**

Trish and I spied on Austin yesterday, and nothing happened in particular, he just sang in the shower for about an hour. Talk about a waste of water.

He was also telling his parents something about not being in the mood for writing a song, so I finished it myself and said that Austin is sick. He ended up going to bed at 7:30 PM without any dinner, so he might actually be sick. I mean, I'm assuming he is, he never goes to bed early, much less without eating. Apparently, we're going to do it again today, since nothing happened yesterday. It's 6:00 PM, and we're just arriving.

"Alright, you know what to do," Trish whispers.

"Do you really need to whisper? There's a ton of screaming Austin Moon fans out here," I point out, and it was true, too.

"Whispering makes it more dramatic," Trish whispers back. Whatever... just go with it, Ally.

We are looking in his kitchen, where he is sitting there, poking at his steak with his fork. Awhile his parents aren't looking, he opens the door and dumps it into the landscape. Talk about a waste of perfectly good food.

"I'm done," I hear Austin say with a smile that is obviously fake. He walks upstairs to where his room is.

At six this time? Since when?

Some other girls have a ladder (creepy, but expected) and a ton of the fans are climbing up it, so I go up to see what he is doing in bed so early.

He is sitting on his bed, hugging his stuffed bear, Sargent Bearington, real tight. Was he...

"Is he crying?" Trish asks, as if she read my mind. We do that a lot.

Then Austin looks up at the window. As we had expected, Austin's face was wet with tears.

"Go home!" Austin shouts at all the fans between sobs. Luckily, he didn't see me and Trish. I am thankful for that.

When he sees that none of the fans are going home, he picks up his toy and walks out of the room and into the next, where there isn't any windows. I know because I've been here before. We all climb down the ladder, and most of the fans go home. Trish and I go home, too, but not before Trish vowed that she is going to get Austin to talk if it's the last thing she does. This isn't going to end well.

**Austin's POV**

I can't believe those girls! Who brings a ladder just to watch someone... okay, I'm glad I lock my windows at night. I'm really not in the mood for screaming fans outside my window. Honestly, I should move into this room. It's so quiet, and it has no windows.

But... sometimes when it's too quiet, I think about him. I honestly don't like that subject. It still leaves me waking up with tears in my eyes, even after 9 years. This is the usual routine. Except the dinner thing. I usually eat dinner. But things are just... ugh! Why did Dez have to bring it up?

Well, I should stop blaming him. It isn't his fault, after all. He doesn't know.

I just continue silently sobbing into my pillow and clutching The Sarge real tight, but not so tight that he'll rip. My life would be over if that happened.

After about a half hour, I am just about to fall asleep, when a familiar voice says, "Austin!"

Dez? What's he doing here?

I look up and ask, "Why are you here?" I hope my face isn't still wet. I flip my pillow over.

"Uh, we have a sleep-over tonight, remember?" Dez reminds me in a 'duh' tone. Man, I forgot about that.

"Oh, uh... okay," I say, trying to sound happy, when I'm actually too tired to be happy. Yeah... let's go with that...

"So what do we do first? Truth or Dare, Marco Polo, Pin the Tail on Austin..."

Ouch. That last one sounds painful. Like I need that right now.

"How about Go To Sleep Before I Clobber You?" I ask sleepily.

"Well someone's crabby," Dez says, pulling out his sleeping bag.

He gets in his sleeping bag, feels around a bit, and jumps out like he saw an eight foot long spider. And then -the worst part- he turns the light on.

"What are you doing?" I ask, annoyed.

"My toy car! It's gone!" he screams, panicking. Urgh, turn the light off.

"Turn the light off!" I command.

"Not until I find it!" He replies. Then he starts sniffing everything.

Oh no.

"I'll find it with my superhuman sense of smell!" Dez announces, as if it wasn't obvious already.

Then, I finally break. A tear slides down my face without warning, followed by a whole bunch of them. Dez looks at me.

"Are you crying?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say between sobs.

"What's wrong, buddy?" Dez questions, and then his face is full of realization. "It's because I have a superhuman sense of smell and you don't isn't it?"

Thank goodness.

"Yeah," I lie, nodding and still crying, but less now.

"It's okay Austin. Not everyone is as lucky as me. And you, you're Austin Moon. You don't need a superhuman power to do something." Dez says.

"Than-" I start, but Dez cuts me off with, "Found it!"

Then he gets back in his sleeping bag.

"Turn off the light!" I shout, louder than the time before.

He gets up and turns it off, and I drift peacefully off to sleep.

So there's that. How did you like it? Any suggestions or ideas? Requests? Leave them in a review or PM. How did I do on this chapter? What was your favorite part so far?-

Boring! Nobody wants to hear that kind of talk. They wanna hear meeeeee!

Austin? When did you get here?

Just a minute agoooooo!

Stop trailing off like that.

Fine.

Thank you. Now be nice, and at least try to act normal.

*raises an eyebrow*

You call that normal?

Sorry. But you wouldn't believe what Sergeant Bearington got into today!

Umm... okay, but back to my point.

There was chocolate cake everywhere!

Okay! Gosh, Austin. We get it. Now, since you're here, you might as well do the random fact of the day. Sorry I forgot to do it last chapter, by the way.

You forgot? But it was my idea!

Just get on with it.

RANDOM FACT OF THE DAY! The random fact of the day isssssss... *plays a drumroll* Her cat can play tag!

Wow, that was a lot less exciting than I made it sound.

Shut up. My cat plays tag.

See you guys!

Ugh, that was my line! See you guys!

*as the curtain closes, Austin and I are having a huge argument, and then we are behind it, out of sight*