Hey guys! So, I've been trying to get this first chapter out as soon as I can, so here it is! :) Also, A couple of you guys have been asking if I have seen Lab Rats Elite Force. I've seen the trailer, but I haven't seen it yet. I plan on it, though! Hope you guys like the first chapter!

Chapter 1- New Mission (Bree)

I woke up with my head on the back of my capsule, which usually was a bad thing, because whenever I woke up like this, it meant that my students have pulled a prank on me, again, by tying my head to the back of the capsule. Why do they do this to me, anyway?! Have they met Chase?!
Then I remembered; I was at home in Mission Creek. Stepping out of my capsule, I could see that Chase was already up, probably upstairs eating Tasha's leftover pancakes from last night, he had loved those.
I yawned, walking into the bathroom, and screamed.
My face was a nightmare: red and puffy from crying last night. Just remembering last night brought tears to my eyes, but I forced them down, not wanting anymore red or puffy cheeks.
It all started when Mr. Davenport came downstairs and broke to us the news that we would have to be broken up. Leo and Adam volunteered to go back to the Bionic Academy to oversee things there, and Chase and I had to stay behind. Chase and I were strong for Leo and Adam, but as soon as they left, we were sobbing. It was the first time I had ever seen Chase cry.
Back in the moment, I tried to use makeup to mask the red on my cheeks, but my eyes were still puffy and bloodshot. I sighed, putting the brush down. It was no use, and Chase probably looked the same upstairs.
I shrugged and left the bathroom, picking out my clothes for the day on Mr. Davenport's cyber desk. I set the clothes- a plain blue shirt and jeans, with my usual shoes- to my capsule and I set the timer for ten seconds. Pressing start, I raced over to my capsule and shut the door so my clothes could be changed.
Ten seconds later, I stepped out of my capsule, French braided my hair, and dragged myself over to the elevator, pressing the button for the main level.
The usual elevator music came on, Mr. Davenport singing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. I laughed a little, remembering when Mr. Davenport had made it. He had spent almost his whole day creating sings for his album: Donald Davenport Nursery Rhymes.
Of course he only had one person buy it, and it was Tasha (she was pretty much forced to).
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I was engulfed in the smell of leftover pancakes.
"Hey, Bree!" Chase called in a friendly tone. I was relieved to see that his face was just like mine.
"Hi," I grumbled.
"Where's Adam? Do you think he wants ketchup on his pancakes again?" Tasha called from the pantry.
"He left, remember?" I reminded Tasha. She stood there with her hand on the ketchup bottle for a while.
"Right," she said sullenly. I stole a sideways glance at Chase, who was sitting at the island, eating his pancakes really fast, as if he was trying to not think about something. I could take a wild guess what.
"Can I have some pancakes, Tasha?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"With the usual?" Tasha pulled her hand out of the pantry, turning around and grinning at me. I grinned back, nodding.
Tasha, smiling now, piled a few pancakes on a plate, and pulled out some whipped cream and syrup. She squirted both onto the pancakes, and slid the plate over to my seat. I sat down, grabbed a fork, and took a bite.
"Delicious!" I mumbled through a mouthful of pancake, syrup and whipped cream.
"But definitely not healthy," Chase added to the end of my sentence.
Tasha, Chase and I laughed, just as Mr. Davenport walked into the room.
"Hey guys, what's so funny?" he asked, pulling a pancake off the griddle and dropping it almost instantly from the heat.
We all laughed harder, and Chase stopped laughing for a second to gasp out: "That!"
Mr. Davenport scowled at us. "Very funny. Bree, Chase, we need to discuss your new mission, so head downstairs once you are done eating."
"Okay!" I exclaimed, exchanging excited glances with Chase. Tasha smiled at her husband, and walked off, only to run back to turn off the griddle.

"We don't want the house on fire again!" Tasha muttered to herself. I stifled a laugh as I remembered the time Mr. Davenport set the house on fire while trying to iron his favorite shirt.

As soon as Tasha left, Douglas rushed into the room, holding a duffel bag, looking behind at Tasha with a confused expression on his face. He looked back at Chase and I, and asked:

"What's with her?"

"Probably a mood swing from her pregnancy," Chase responded.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" I questioned him as he stuffed a blanket into his bag.

"The Academy. I got a call from Perry saying that Adam tried to light another student on fire with his heat vision. Why does Donnie keep sending him there unsupervised?" Douglas added that last part to himself.

"Well, Perry's there," I pointed out.

"Like that's going to do any good. She'll probably just laugh and yell: 'Fight! Fight! Fight!'" Douglas rolled his eyes.

"Why did Davenport make her his head of security, then?" I challenged him.

"A question I've been asking myself for months," Douglas responded. "Anyway, I'm going to stay there for a little while- help Adam and Leo watch over the students. The only thing that's been keeping me away is Perry-" Douglas shuddered. "But I think they need mature adult to handle things there, this has gotten out of hand."

I shrugged and swallowed, finishing the last of my leftover/new pancakes as Douglas grabbed his bag and raced out of the door.

Turning to Chase, I asked him: "What do you think our new assignment is going to be on?"

"I don't know," Chase admitted. "I thought at least he might tell me, I'm usually his plus one in things like this."

"Well, at least we are going to know now," I reminded him, sitting and waiting on my bar stool as he grabbed more and more pancakes. "How can you even eat that many pancakes?" I asked him, bewildered, after a few minutes of silence. I had only eaten three.

"I don't know, I guess it's just a boy thing," Chase said absentmindedly, stuffing even more pancakes into his mouth.

"Well, hurry up, because I really want to know what this new mission is all about," I snapped at him.

Chase threw me a dirty look. "It's not my fault I'm a slow eater. And if it's that important to you, then just go downstairs and start the meeting without me."

"Why would I do that?"

"Come on, Bree. I know we are both really upset about Adam and Leo, but they're gone now, so we can't go on being grouchy and snappy to each other, when it's obvious that we won't see each other again for a long time. It's time we accept that, and move on, until we do see them again," Chase told me, eyes swelling with tears as he spoke.

"I'm sorry," I apologized softly.

"Me too," he admitted. "So, want to head downstairs?"

"Thought you'd never ask," I grinned.

Chase and I stood up and walked to the elevator. Okay, maybe not walked, more like raced. As soon as we got into the elevator, pressed the unlabeled button at the bottom of the elevator panel, which meant the lab, and we started our descent with the usual butterfly stomach feeling.

"So, now do you know what the mission is going to be about?"

Chase glared at me. "Why do you have to keep asking that?"

"Why do you have to be so smart?" Chase looked stumped. I smiled innocently at him.

Just then, the elevator doors slid open, revealing Mr. Davenport racing around the lab.

"Hey, Mr. Davenport, what's up?" Chase strode into the lab.

"I'm up. I'm awesome!" Mr. Davenport said, smiling like he did whenever his ego took over. He sat down, and gestured for us to do the same.

I pulled Leo's old 'Mission Specialist' chair over, and took a seat in it, crossing my legs and leaning back. Chase sat on the floor, leaning back up against Leo's desk.

"So, what's our new assignment?" I asked excitedly.

"Well, to start off, remember my Space Colony that Krane ruined?" Davenport asked.

"Yep," I replied. I could remember only too well. When we thought Krane was dead, he really wasn't, and snuck onto Mr. Davenport's Space Colony in another galaxy.

"Well, I told the president about it, and he seemed really interested. I think that after sending tons of astronauts into space with no success, he felt that he needed some space success, so when my colony came along-" Davenport smiled and pointed to himself, "he got really excited and accepted it right away. He also screamed of joy, broke his #1 President mug by chucking it out the window, and trampled his flags." Mr. Davenport grimaced. I stifled a laugh and determinedly tried to not look at Chase.

"Anyway," Mr. Davenport continued, "The President granted me permission to fix the colony. I only have one problem, the architects and builders I hired quit on me. Something about me being too bossy? You guys don't think I'm too bossy do you?"

"Oh yeah, not at all," Chase muttered.

"I knew you'd understand," Mr. Davenport said delightedly. I tried not to laugh. "So, since the people quit, I haven't the slightest idea how to build, so…"

"And?" I asked Mr. Davenport, excited, seeing where this was going.

"I need you and Chase to go and rebuild it," Mr. Davenport finished.

"Yes!" I squealed. "I accept!"

"It wasn't a choice," Mr. Davenport corrected me.

"Oh," I responded. "Whatever! I'm still going! Vacation in space! Woo hoo!" Chase looked as excited as I felt.

"Oh my god! This is so exciting! I'm going to get to finally be able to build something in peace without Adam knocking it down! And I am counting the time her turned me into Spike and making me destroy the molecule Sabrina and I made!" Chase cried, excitedly.

"Okay, I'll bring up the photos that I just had my satellite orbiting the space colony take, so you guys can analyze the damage," Mr. Davenport told us seriously. He typed for a few seconds, and projected the image onto the TV.

"Wow, that looks pretty destroyed," I exclaimed softly.

"Yeah," said Chase. "That could take years to repair!"

"Yes, I know, but since there's nobody there to distract you, you should get it done pretty fast." Davenport reassured us.

"Speaking of no one," Chase started, staring at the TV. "Did you send someone there before us?"

"Of course not!" Mr. Davenport cried exasperatedly. "What makes you think that?"

"Her," Chase said, pointing to a tiny dot on the screen.

"What the- how can you see that?" Mr. Davenport asked Chase, zooming in on the dot.

"Microscopic Vision, Douglas unlocked a new ability for me while you were taking your daily hour long shower that hogs all of the warm water," Chase responded.

"Douglas!" Davenport called.

"Too late, he's gone, back to the academy. Something about Adam setting a student on fire…"

Mr. Davenport sighed. "Well, your new ability is beside the point. It looks like you're right-"

"Of course I'm right! I'm the smartest man on Earth!" Chase interrupted. Davenport and I frowned at him.

"It looks like you're right, there really is a girl there." Davenport continued. "But that's not all, she's not human," Davenport whispered, shocked. "Look at her, she's a blur, like Bree when she's superspeeding! That girl is bionic!"