Hello, to all readers who clicked on this story from a) pure interest, or b) me recommending it to you! I hoped that y'all like the prologue—sorry if it was a bit short, it seemed longer on the document I was typing it up on. I would like to make an important announcement I forgot to do before the Prologue, so I'm doing it now: This story is dedicated to two people: First, dreamer4evera, another Fan-fiction writer who inspired me to write this story! She's got an awesome story at the moment; it's called On the Run—don't forget to check it out if you haven't already! Second, MoonlitShadowsoftheHumanSoul-she encouraged me to update, which made my day when I checked my email in the morning! I quote: "You know what, Imma find synonyms that mean the same thing as 'spectacular' and use a new one every review!" She's got a whole LOT of stories, so please check them out as well! Anyway, don't forget to R&R, and thanks to all of you who have reviewed so far! (Sorry for the long Author's Notes!) Warning: Sink or Swim spoilers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Subject A, mainly known as Adam—the oldest bionic teen of all three lab rats, was all "brute strength." Outside, his mannerisms were happy, oblivious, and cheerful. He was known for his childish appearance and an attention span of a minute. He couldn't always keep up the nonchalant, jovial façade forever. He had his own dark secrets, too.

Childhood memories were forgotten; as far back as he could remember, his entire life was set in Davenport's lab. That was when the lab rats were all together, all for one and one for all. He knew, so far back, that they'd been happy.

But that was before everything—before Leo and Tasha moved in, before they'd discovered Marcus and Douglas, before they'd revealed their big secret to Principal Perry.

Now what? It seemed as if everything had gone back to normal. But everything hadn't. After all of the family moments with the new members Leo and Tasha, he still harbored his darkest thoughts. The thoughts of truth.

He'd thought that Chase had finally realized that, in his rare moments of intelligence, he was useful and could be of help on missions other than to be counted on for his strength and heat vision. He'd thought that maybe Bree would respect him after saving the submarine and taking out the X-Ray machine that Perry had bought, even though it couldn't have prevented the secret from coming out. But no, he was still the dumb one.

"Sometimes I forget that you aren't completely useless!" It replayed itself, hour after hour, in his head.

Maybe today-today he'd show them that he wasn't just all brute strength. Maybe today, he'd finally be recognized for being at least somewhat smart at all…

He stepped out of his capsule and stood there, thinking about breakfast. Maybe he'd get to watch Goober the Spunky Caboose today! All thoughts of being discredited for his dumbness melted as he remembered his favorite episode, where Goober and the new diesel in town, Boober, had shown up. They'd become instant friends and respected each other for their thoughts, no matter how dimwitted…

Eddy appeared on the screen. "Oh no!" he mocked, in his nasally voice. "Yes, officer, I see a pest, about 6 feet 2 inches…mm-hmm, he's walking past me, now…"

Adam didn't even bother to respond.

"What's wrong, pest? Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that pests can't talk!"

Adam ripped out Eddy's wires in his control box. I'll show them, he thought. I will. He just had no idea at all how to. His moments of rare intelligence often came willy-nilly, often at times where Chase, Bree, Davenport, and even Leo never noticed or cared. What was he going to do?

It was Algebra class, and Chase and Adam were in the same class. Chase was busy jotting down numbers and being the usual braniac he always was, while Adam doodled Goober and Boober chugging up a hill.

Chase nudged him. "Adam, you aren't doing your assignment."

Adam looked down at his book absentmindedly. It stated innocently, "To figure out the unknown variable of an equation, you must balance out both sides on either side of the equal sign. Therefore, if 3 + 4x =19, x = _."

Chase looked at Adam expectantly. Adam whined, "This is too confusing. I hate it when letters appear in numbers. Why do they even do that, anyway?"

Chase glanced at Adam. He gave him that inferior look with a raised eyebrow, that seemed to come across as saying, "Who am I kidding? You struggle to figure out what comes after the letter U in the alphabet."

Adam guessed, "Z?"

Chase only looked slightly embarrassed he had said the last part of his thoughts out loud, and then mumbled, mainly to himself, "No, Adam, to figure it out, you have to—oh, never mind. You're Adam, why am I even bothering to explain this to you?"

Adam plastered a goofy smile on his face, but deep down inside, it hurt. A lot. His brother didn't think of him worthy enough smarts-wise to even explain something to him.

Besides being teased for his dumbness, he also hated most the fact that he couldn't protect his younger siblings, ranging from Douglas to everyday squabbles. It seemed that once every two minutes Bree and Chase argued about the littlest thing, and as of Douglas, well... after the Triton App incident, he had stared fearfully at his younger brother. How could Chase not be mad at him for almost KILLING him with his lasers? He had let himself fall into Douglas' trap. He should have known better, even with his IQ being lower than eighty!

"Geez, Tasha, what's with the third degree?" That sentence also replayed itself over and over in his head, as well. A small part of his conscious mind had known all along what he was doing, but the Triton App had mostly controlled that section of his mind, too-it was just exorbitantly powerful.

Adam had hidden behind carefree and untroubled walls his entire life, but now, all he felt was remorse. Why couldn't he be like his siblings and be smarter? The answer, he decided, would be found out when he found his security—his true security, not a façade security. And how exactly was he going to find his security? That remained, in it of itself, a mystery with the answer yet to be provided.

How did you like it? Don't forget to R&R! Do you think I should do Bree or Chase's thoughts next? I'll be doing every POV of the characters in the Lab Rats that have appeared at least in 10 episodes, so for the Janelle, Trent, Caitlin, Scott, and Grandma Rose lovers-they won't be making centered appearances. (They might appear, but it won't be from their POV.)