Hey guys. I had read a bunch of reviews for my other Lab Rats story that just ended, and it was really a proud but depressing moment for me. All the reviews were both sad and excited about the fact how it was over, but they knew I would post another one so they knew it wasn't the end.

And that's what I think is going to happen when this story ends. Are some of you going to be sad when this story ends? But at least happy there will be a sequel?

So anyway, for any of you who were wondering, this story is going to have a most of thirty-five chapters. But each of them will be at least 3,000 or a bit more long.

Christine's Pov

"Okay, do you know what to do?" Davenport asked for billionth time. I just nodded and made sure just to get it over.

Ever since Davenport and Dad had gotten all buddy-buddy with each other, they thought it would have been just an awesome idea have me start training with the others twice a week to keep a better control of my abilities. But I'm just glad they didn't have me doing it four times a week at night like Adam, Bree, and Chase.

Closing my eyes, I took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly as I focused my energy on all the anger I tried to release on my dad by easily clawing his eyes out last week. Then my eyes snapped open as that determined, in control rush flooded me again. I broke out into different self dense techniques, my fists flying and making sharp contact with the dummy Davenport was cowering behind. I was never one for karate, but my dad had took precautions with my fighting skills for when I ever ran into any trouble.

"Wow," Bree said, impressed when I stopped and was panting heavily. "Keep doing that and you'll be almost up to Chase's level."

"Sure," Chase snorted, crossing his arms, switching his gaze to me. "Sorry Chris, but I think that's near impossible."

I pressed my lips together and return his stare, stepping closer until we're only a few mere inches apart. "Oh really? Is that a challenge, hun?"

"Do you want to make it one?" Chase leaned even closer, letting his breath fan across my face. "Here after training." He smirked, kissing my cheek. "And don't be late."

"I don't plan on it."

Chase kissed me again (not lightly either, just to get on everyone's nerves) and walked back to his own gang of dummies as I turned back to mine, focusing on getting that feeling back, and completely forgetting what I signed myself up for. Chase was a black belt, being trained in martial arts for years for missions he would go on. And I just started literally a week ago.

In simple words—I'm getting my butt kicked.

At least that's what I kept telling myself as I go through the motions of practicing control on each of my emotions. That's why when the day's training session came to an end, I really wasn't ready.

But then again, I wasn't ready for even knowing karate, so I guess I'm not going to ready for when he flipped to the ground either.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you." Chase winked at me, getting into place.

I just groaned and copy his position. This was my first time not closing my eyes to get that same vein flooding emotion for the fight. Although, it was also my first time not using all of it at once, considering that if I let the anger overpower me, it would take ahold of my self-control. Think of this as part of your training, I desperately tried to convince myself, getting rid of the doubt and feeling that easy boost of confidence but not the alpha spike.

"What just happened?" Chase suddenly asked from the ground, where he laid with my foot on his chest. "Seriously. Everything went by in a blur—what happened?"

"Chris just kicked your butt, that's what happened," Bree whooped as she laughed. I narrowed my eyes and tried to think back to when I even did it. All I remember from the sparring match was flipping and dodging. But that's it. I grabbed Chase's hand and helped him, brushing off his shirt.

"Didn't know you had it in you," Chase said sarcastically, kissing my cheek.

I just blinked. "Me either."

The first thing I hear at school the next day is a lot of squealing and screaming as smudgy blurs of my friends tackle me to the nearest bench.

"Why did you tell us you are a friend with the Hunter Hayes?" Rachel hissed in excitement as she jumped up and down in circles around me. "This would be the perfect time for him to propose to me."

I snorted, dusting myself off and rolling my eyes. "Oh please, Like he really wants a wife when he goes on stage and tours." I give her a pointed look as Rachel screwed her lips to the side as I continued with a sarcastic, "And watching your husband have girls drool over his shoes would be just dandy to have, wouldn't it?"

Rachel pouted, kicking at the ground with her ankle boots. "Well thanks for ruining my good mood."

"Woah," Janelle stated, sounding awestruck. "Where'd you get the bling dude?"

I scrunched my nose up, confused until she pointed a finely striped nail at my neck. "Oh," I laughed, putting the swan in my hand. "Chase got it for me, but I couldn't wear it around my dad, so I hid it. But now I can finally start wearing it in public."

"Like I could be dating Hunter in public," Rachel muttered bitterly to herself, thinking I couldn't hear. But when I gave her shoulder a hard shove, I think she got to drop the topic. (For now anyway. When Rachel's hooked on something, she'll never drop it until she got the last word in.)

"What tall, dumb, and handsome?" Janelle teased, nudging Rachel in the ribs as she subtly pointed toward where Adam was making faces with the cheerleaders. "Oh come on, everyone can see it whether you like it or not. You know—everyone except Adam." Janelle eyeballed him once again. "You get with him we'll officially have everyone from their male gender covered."

Sammie and I nodded in agreement; once Janelle got the guts to confess to Leo, and Rachel ever coughed up the obvious about what she felt for Adam, then we'd have them covered.

She blushed, ducking her head so her corkscrew curls covered her. "I have no idea what you're talking about!" Rachel spluttered with a cringe—the squeaky rise at the end of her protest was a dead give-away. "Why would I think that about him?"

"Because you luuuurve him," Janelle, Sammie, and I chorused together, unfairly gaining up on Rachel. But even with out minimal efforts, she was cherry red and not doing much defending for having a lawyer for a mother. And it made sense with them together; not only would they be one of cutest couple ever (behind Chase and me of course) but they'd also help improve what the other was lacking. Brains for Adam and humor for Rachel. It was all perfect.

"And you're not doing a lot of denying," I sung on my own, rasing my eyebrows as we headed toward the library until the bell rang. Sammie linked arms with Janelle and me, leaving Rachel to stubbornly link arms with me. "So it must be a sign of true love."

"Or all of you have gone completely bonkers," Rachel muttered bitterly. Still not denying but implying all the confirming needed to convince us we were right.

With a pointed look from one of the three librarians our school library had, we tried to lower our volume, but still squealing they had to go to extreme measures and nearly throw us out.

"Harsh chiz," Janelle muttered so the librarian couldn't hear. We had to hold both our hands over our mouths to keep from getting caught. "What the fug crawled in to their books and died?"

I snorted loudly, earning strange looks from other students and daggers from the dour woman at the desk with wire framed glasses nearly sliding off her narrow nose. "Quit making me laugh,"I hissed to them. "Or I'm gonna get thrown out and banned. Then the next thing you know, I'm in prison. Now do you really want that to happen?"

Sammie wrinkled her nose and bit the ned of her swirly blue pen. "Why does everything have to lead up to prison these days?"

Rachel shrugged, picking at her finger as she propped her elbows on the table. "My mom blames the Government. Just like everyone else does."

Janelle rubbed her lips together and added a quick, "Because everything leads back to them."

I gave them all my best 'are you daft?' look that I could manage. "Why are we even still talking the Government and their crap?"

"Because you started it," they blamed in unison, pointing fingers at me. I just shrugged in defense, knowing it was true, but it wasn't like I was going to admit that. They would just mean that they won the blame game; I'm so not letting that happen...again.

"Anyway," Sammie said with a quick roll of her eyes. "What does Chase think of Hunter? Is he as suspicious of the fame as we all bet on him to be?"

I shot them another look. "Why does everything have to be a bet between you guys? Can't you do snack gambling instead like good little teenagers for once?"

All three of them shot me their best looking, send me the signal to drop it while I can, or I'll be rung into even more bets that I probably don't want to know about. Strange how if I got that look from a person I didn't know, I would think fo slapping them. And when I do get it from someone I know, I still think about slapping them.

"Answer the questions," Rachel demanded, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me.

I tried to push her digging fingers off my shoulders, desperate to get her nails out of my skin before they make me bleed. "Then stop shaking me, why don'tcha?" She finally stopped, Janelle and Sammie joining Rachel in staring at me with wide eyes until I cracked.

"They'll meet tonight," I muttered, interlocking my fingers and playing a game that my music teacher taught me in grade school. It wasn't that fun or anything, but it gave me something to do. "And I just hope that Hunter doesn't go into ultra overprotective big brother mode."

"He has one of those modes?" Rachel gasped, a beaming, flirtatious smile on her lips. "Dang, it must be sexy."

I promptly thumped her on the head.

Chase's Pov

"Can you promise to try to not bite each other's heads off?" Christine begged, frozen half between taking her phone out of her pants' pocket.

"I won't if he won't," I responded, leaning back against the couch as she started talking to whoever. Bree screamed at me for the last hour about knowing who he was, but the fact was that I didn't really care. All that mattered was that he was famous and thought he could have everything—even if that was judging him by the stereotype celebrities on TV and in the movies. And when Christine mentioned that they had briefly dated...the fact still hadn't settled on me well.

"Great...Yeah, okay that works...Got it...Yeah, love ya...Bye." Christine smiled and hung up the phone clapping her hands and sitting down next to me. "This is going to be great. My brother from another mother is going to meet my longest boyfriend ever!"

I raised an eyebrow. "What was the record before we started going out?"

"About three and a half week."

"They were idiots to break up with you."

"Ah," Christine sighed, kissing my cheek. "But if I hadn't broken up with said idiots, then maybe we wouldn't be doing this now." She smirked, grabbing my shirt collar and using it to smash our lips together. Her fingers raked through my hair as I used her belt loops to pull our bodies closer together. We fell into the laying position on the couch, not hearing the door open and close and not knowing we had an amused audience until someone obnoxiously cleared their throat.

"As much as I'd hate to interrupt, Christine called me over here?" Christine pulled away, a dark blush creeping up her to settle on her cheeks as she clumsily crawled off of me to distractedly straighten her shirt and smooth her hairs. Twiddling her thumbs like a kid caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.

Me on the otherhand—I coul've been feeling a lot better at that moment Hunter had chosen to walk in ten minutes later than he did. The way he stood there, eyebrows raised and arms crossed as if we have something to explain to him. From what I know, Christine had told him about us and that he shouldn't worry about her like he did with all the others. I wonder if that message ever got through his head clearly enough to believe it?

"So this is it." Christine stood and clapped her hands. "Hunter, Chase—Chase, Hunter." She sat back down and intertwined our hands together.

"Awesome introduction, Chris," I said sarcastically, kissing her temple as she hid her face in my neck.

Hunter looked us over. "You guys are super cozy, I see." Nice way of stating the obvious. "You sure you're doesn't mind it?"

"Why wouldn't he?" Christine looked up and tilted her head in a way as if she was just catching on to something that had been there all along. I was just confused. "And why do have that look on your face?"

Hunter avoided her gaze. "What are you talking about?"

"That look—that look you wear when you know you're screwed about something and it involves-slash-involves me." Christine cocked her hip and crossed her arms in a way that led me to believe that he was a goner. "So I recommend you fess up now before I am forced to flip it out of you.

"And she will do it to," I added, defending my girlfriend's threat, knowing it was nowhere near empty. "So don't take it lightly.

"I might maybe slippedittoyourfatheraboutit before he knew..."

"Oh my God!" Christine punched his shoulder. "So that's how he knew where we were. Just—Oh my God." She groaned, letting out a scream after, grabbing the thing the nearest to her (good thing for Hunter than it was a throw pillow and not one of the many vases in the house...) and promptly hitting him in the chest. "Get out!"

After five minutes of protesting, Hunter finally left, grumbling about being back some other day or whatever.

Christine let out another angry scream, slamming the throw pillow hard on to the couch. "I can't believe him," she said bitter, crossing her arms and sinking into me. "I just—I just thought he was better than that."

"Let's just try to get our minds off of it," I tried quickly to changed the subject. "What would you say two a horror movie marathon?"

Five and a half movies later (and only three freak-outs on Christine's part) I was exhausted and Christine was already dead asleep, curled into my lap, looking adorable with her falling out of the messy bun she put it in. Quietly picking up the remote, I shut off the TV and carefully took Christine into my arms, starting for the stairs.

After getting in and out of her bedroom—not before kissing her forehead and making she was actually in the bed and not hanging half in like usual—I jumped in surprise at the sight of Rem standing behind.

"You can sleep on the couch," she stated, leaving no room for another comment as she whirred downstairs.

I raised my eyebrows when looking at my phone, trying to figure out how it became so late already.

Then Rem turned back to me already at the stairs. "And you better be on that couch and not in Christine's room by the time morning comes."

I think this is more of a filler than anything. But bye-bye Hunter: :L How many of you thought you saw that coming? Or how many of you were completely taken by surprise at Rachel's little crush?

Please review and tell us what you thought. :)