Hey guys. We'd just thought that the word should get out about this story being under forty chapters long. But we have a lot of stuff planned out, so all the chapter will have to pretty longer than the others, starting with this one. And I figured I should start the disclaimer ordeal before someone bites my head off because of me not doing it.

Disclaimer: Yak, yak, yak I don't own Lab Rats or anything else that you may recognize.

Christine's Pov

Dad hadn't acted as bad as I had first expected upon him ever finding out about the secret. At first a pulsing blue vein throbbed out off his forehead, contrasting with his crimson face. I think it was a shock to everyone when he started to do frantic pointing followed by incoherent sentences leading off to nothing. But getting his anger across perfectly.

Davenport wasn't any better, but at least he was breathing properly and didn't look like a huge red balloon.

"We can explain!" I tried desperately, jumping from my seat with Chase after the suite.

"Please do," Davenport huffed, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently. "Please explain why the two of you went against our orders of staying away from each other—and why you'd even meet in a place like this!"

I rolled my eyes. The old library—besides some major dust issues and some old spiders webs—wasn't that bad. But to two billionaire scientists who could buy anything they'd want, it may seem like a bit of a lower standard.

"This is one of places where you two idiots don't go," Chase snapped back, glaring fiercely. His behavior was surprising to me as well as dad and Davenport. "Did you really think we were going to listen to your opinion anyway?"

I nodded in agreement—fair question.

Dad huffed. "Christine Annabel Grant, we are leaving," he ordered, yanking on my arm to pull me toward the door.

I felt my body twitch as I pulled against his strength, digging my shoes into the floor. "No! Enough is enough—I've had with you two telling us who we can and can't love. Just because of some stupid thing that happened when you two were in college, it doesn't mean it has to effect Chase and I's future."

My face was a thousand shades darker and I breathed in heavily, staring them down—daring them to fight back. I'd never felt that way before, so power and in control over what I do. I never needed to. "Both sides are going to meet in the park tonight and settle whatever this is. Because I want nothing to do with it."

Turning on my heel, I walked out the door the bell chiming behind me as I stomped over to my dad's car. He followed out a minute or so later with me sitting in the front seat still fuming and having that same odd feeling I wasn't to. Dad started up the engine; the rumbling noise way better than the conversation I knew was coming.

"I don't get why you would go behind me like that," Dad heaved a sigh, doing that weird thing that makes him look years old than he actually is.

"I beg to differ," I grumbled in disagreement, staring straight ahead to avoid looking at him. I was still charged with anger. A small voice was fighting against the high, the smart voice egging me on to the point that my father had something to with my actions. Whether I knew about it or not.

Crossing my arms, I turned my glare from the windshield to the window. "I won't on your radar forever, dad. Someday you're going have to let go, let me off my leash."

"That's what you're mother said when she left." Dad looked off distantly.

I sighed, settling into my seat more and ducking my head. No use in talking to him anymore, he was off somewhere far away from me.

The four hours before the family feud were just fantastic. Everybody was mad. Dad was mad; Rem was mad; I was steaming. And if that wasn't bad enough, Rem and dad had some screaming match about who-knows-what. Probably about me, my name being tossed in with their hollering every once in a while.

The ride to the park wasn't exactly mood changing either. Dad gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. I sighed and continued staring out the windshield. Wishing for that powerful surge of control to flow through my veins again and help me get through the horrible meet it will be.

All the Davenports were already out of their car and near a messy circle of trees by the time we pulled up. Neither one of us spoke to one another as we joined them awkwardly.

It was a weird combination of nerves, anger, frustration, and exhaustion as we all stand, the adults lined up crookedly on one side with us kids on the other.

"This has to stop!" Tasha said finally, cracking the barrier of silence no one had dared to cross. "You two are acting stupid and immature over a stupid little award that was given decades ago! And how do you suppose that even concerns that they love each other."

Funny, not even two hours ago I heard Rem say the same thing.

"This is getting pretty ridiculous," Bree agreed, stepping up much to Davenport's surprise.

"You? All of you?" He swept an accusing hand across the rest of them, all nodding to confirm his suspicions.

Bree and Tasha took step toward me. "Can't you see how this is effecting Christine?" They tried desperately.

"Her eyes are always flashing," my dad muttered, forgetting he's surrounded by other people.

I narrowed my eyes, feeling that twitching sensation coming back again. "What do you mean my eyes are always flashing? What did you do to me?" I jabbed a finger into his chest, just inches away from him, but his miles away. "What is wrong with me?"

I felt close to hysterics, feeling caged and kept away from myself. A new feeling coursed through my veins, pulsing and wavering flickering me on and off like a light switch.

Dad tried to ignore me, looking everywhere else except for at me. "You're more advanced than others. More smart and mature than most you're age with an unsteady emotional waves. I've tried to fix it for years...your eyes flickering for days on and off..."

Everyone gasped, whipping their attention to me (including Davenport) to pay attention my eyes as their colors change like I'm a light show waiting to happen. But I know I can't see it—I'm not meant to. My dad is sneaking like that; he's where I get it from.

"I'm unstable?" I growled, lunging, hands stretched out before like claws as I tried to get at him. Something tugged me backward, lifting me off the ground with ease and swinging me and away from my father effortlessly. Shocked I looked up to see Adam returning his arms to his side.

"Chill, would you?" he retorted. "It's not like you're the only weird one."

Bree stopped gawking at me to scowl at her older brother. "Adam!" she hissed, even I feeling the pain as the pain as she dug her fingernails into the skin on his arms, tanking him back to her side.

"You made them bionic too?" Dad asked, surprised. He's always surprised when someone came up with an idea even remotely close to one of his own.

"Of course," Davenport scoffed, finding the idea of him not doing so absolutely unmentionable to him. "You knew my plans of doing so. Why did you make her bionic? Last I knew, you were head over heels for some theatre girl."

Wrong thing to say.

Referring to my mom as theatre girl was the worst thing you would've done to my dad at that moment. It helped slow my rush of anger and frustration, spiraling steams of it clinging and mingling, morphing into a feeling a tone lighter than depression.

"She left a while ago..." I trailed off, my voice leaving as I awkwardly cleared my throat in tension.

The subject dropped, still clinging to everyone with a new fresh tense aura around everyone.

"We need to fix this," Bree stated the obvious. "So I am going to do probably the worst thing ever: Lock you two in a room together."

I choked on my laughter with my hands supporting my torso as they gripped my knees. Even Chase and Adam were chuckling, Tasha rolling her eyes as she muttered, "Let's see who will kill each other first" under her breath although everybody could hear it.

Chase walked up to me, bravely sliding his arm around my waist. "Do you know what this means?" he whispered excitedly into my ear, his excitement boosting my mood. "We can finally stopped hiding." His voice dropped an octave lower, making me struggle to hear even with his lips practically on my ear. "Because honestly, I'm tired of feeling like a gay guy still in the closet from his parents."

I couldn't help it—I laughed loudly, spinning in his arms to get on my tip toes and peck his lips and smile as he spun me.

"And that is exactly why they should stay together," Tasha exclaimed, gesturing her arms to us as we pulled away, still chuckling.

Turning we noticed that dads were still horrified into silence of the idea of being locked in a room...together.

This would be fun.

"I can't believe you actually did it," I told Bree, stunned.

She winked. "Which part—using my super speed with them or going through with the plan?"

"Both."

It was two days later on a bitterly rainy afternoon and I still was getting use to the fact that my boyfriend and his siblings (not really siblings, but raised together all the same) had bionic abilities way better than the ones my dad had unknowingly given me.

There wasn't much of a shock when discovering the superior intellect of Chase (his words, not mine) and the brute strength Adam had because of their looks. What really took me by surprise was the fact that Bree bought me an Eiffel Tower chocolate model in Paris yesterday. In only five minutes. I should know—we timed it. (With only two of those minutes being because she couldn't find the right store.)

Bree dangled the keys, shouting at the door, "I don't hear any bonding!"

Satisfied when she heard noise. She linked arms with me and pulled me toward the other side of the room. "If you don't hear anything breaking then they haven't killed each other yet." She smiled brightly waving before dashing off without hearing my protest.

I sighed, leaning against the wall facing the huge metallic door with the Davenport Industries symbol on it. That look oddly like my father's. I could already tell that'd been close is college, possibly in high school too. Dad had always told me that not many people saw science the way he did. Key word being many.

"Gotta talk if you ever wanna come out of there," I called to the door, sticking the keys ino my pocket. Laughing after I heard them groan.

Eddy appeared on the monitor. "Way to princess," he remarked. "Now I can watch something interesting for a change."

I rolled my eyes. "Just make sure they stay in there and keep the door locked until someone comes to let them out."

"And what if I do?"

"Then Edie won't be visiting a certain someone for a while."

"That's low, Cupcake!"

I started walking away, out of the lab. Calling over my shoulder, "I learnt from you!"

Chase's Pov

"How long have they been down there?" Leo asked, setting down the pile of plates he'd been holding on top of the top.

Christine shrugged. "I dunno, three or four hours at most."

I raised an eyebrow. "And Eddy hasn't let them up by now? I figured he'd be pulling something by letting them out early."

"Let's just say that I know Eddy isn't going against my demands," Christine replied, turing to the monitor where Eddy was. "Would you, Eddy?"

"You're still low, Cupcake," he responded, trying his best to look like he was glaring. It was kind of impossible considering he doesn't have really eyes.

"Whatever, the threat still stands."

I chuckled, kissig Christine's cheek. "You two seem to be getting along really well aren't you," I chuckled, Eddy disappearing from the monitor.

She muttered smething about sarcasam only being cute on her, not that I disagree with that comment.

"Eddie, bring them up," Bree called from her spot in the kitchen getting a Gatorade.

"If I don't?" he responded moodily. Whatever Christine had over his head must've brought out his annoyance.

Christine raised her eyebrows at him and crossed her arms. "I wouldn't be pushing it if I were you," she advised, "Like I said before: the threat still stands."

With a few not-so-kinds words on Eddy's part, he brought up the lab on the monitor.

"We're not letting you out until we see a hug," Bree exclaimed, stepping to Chrisitne's side. "And we're waiting."

Grant and Davenport both looked at each other awakwardly, doing some weird one arm hug that involving back patting.

"Oh my God, you two look hilarious," Bree and Christine choked out hysterically, laughing their way down to the floor and rolling over each other as their faces turned red.

Davenport glared through the monitor at us. "Eddy, let us out."

"Just waiting for the signal," Eddy chirped back.

"Let them up," I commanded, still laughing from the hugging the men were forced to do.

"There's the signal."

They came up, grumbling things about four hours being way too long to go without food. Tasha shrugged over their compliants with the mention of dinner being ready if they wanted to eat.

"So, how was the bro bonding time?" Leo asked, picking at his food.

They went on to tell us that it was great and everything was sorted out perfectly well. Not that anyone believed their tall tale of not fighting.

It was when dinner was deemed over that we viewed the security cameras in the lab to see if the story they told at dinner was true or not. Christine sat next to me as we scrolled through the footage, skipping through some parts because of it jsut being heavy silence and hard glares.

"On the most part they did well for hating each others guts for this long," Christine muttered, watching Davenport and Grant scream back and forth at each other for a while. they picked up random thing laying on the desk, never actually throwing them except for once.

"And I think it's going to be difficult to get that wrench out of the wall though," I stated, swiveling in my chair to point out the tool still lodged into the wall.

Chrisitne shrugged. "A problem for another day." Then she pushed my chair over. "Now scoot, I need to use your laptop for something."

She typed away, leaving me to peer over her shoulder interest. "What are you doing?"

"Commenting on how hot Robin is in the 1996 Batman on Youtube."

"If he's hot than what am I?"

"Not as hot as Robin."

"What?" I asked, offended. It's hard not to be when you're girlfriend doesn't think you're as good looking a ficitonal character.

Christine rolled her eyes as I started going off, not even understanding myself as I rambled. She grabbed my neck and dragged my lips onto hers, kissing me deeply before pulling away.

"What was that for?"

Christine continued to tap at my laptop. "To get you to shut up."

Christine stayed the night, her and Bree camping out on the couch to watch TV and gossip without having us around. (Plus the fact that Bree was too lazy to clean her room, but she wouldn't admit it.) Grant had went home, Davenport even waving good-bye as he pulled otu of the driveway.

Tasha and Davenport were gone the next morning, the latter being dragged to an important reporter's meeting.

"Gravity Falls!" Christine shouted at the top of her lungs while we ate breakfast, abandoning her cereal bowl and belly floping onto the couch to watch the show.

"It's her favorite show," Bree explained to us as Adam, Leo, and I stared at her in confusion.

"Mabel is the best!" Christine called from her spot on the couch, hugging a throw pillow to her chest. "Now quit talking! You're gonna make me miss it!"

I hope you liked it! Because I'm actually proud of how this turned out. Since this is pretty long (just barely 3,000 words), every chapter will be this long so the story can remain under forty chapters long, some being longer than others.