Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats. Just making a story for entertainment.

Warning: Child Abuse and Some Cursing

Oww... why does my chest hurt? Adam blinked open his eyes and memories from the past evening came flooding back. Ugh, my ribs... Adam curled up into himself wrapping a protective arm around his chest.

Daniel had informed him that his first task was to break into the FBI office in downtown Los Angeles and retrieve three vials that contained three different strains of the recent swine flu pandemic. Apparently, Daniel had ideas of how to infect people who refused business from him and his company that was on the rise. Adam had refused and braced himself for punishment.

As the blows came, from a metal pipe that Daniel used, Adam reminded himself that he would not strike back. Mr. Davenport taught him that fighting is not the answer. That he was not to use his bionics to hurt someone, only monsters. Despite telling himself the man hurting him was a monster, he just couldn't bring himself to fight back. When it came down to it, this man was his father and he wouldn't scoop to his level. If I ever get out, I want Mr. Davenport to be proud of me. And he'll only be proud if I didn't use my bionics.

A brute kick to his back knocked the teenager out of his thoughts and brought a groan of pain. "Wake up now!"

Adam blinked and focused his eyes on the man towering over him.

"You are coming with me. No arguments. We are robbing a bank and I need you to break into the vault. The banks are closed as it is only four in the morning. You will take out the cameras and neither of us will be caught." Yanking Adam into a sitting position, Daniel pressed on, "Get up now, you lazy piece of shit!"

Adam obeyed. This was a simple task; It wasn't one worth getting beat up for. He would destroy the cameras and alarm systems inside and outside of the bank and break the vault lock. Security could never trace him then. It was almost like a few of the missions that Mr. Davenport sent them on, only Donald never had them breaking the law. And on missions they were saving lives and fixing things.

Adam followed Daniel up the stairs and into the car. Seconds later, they were speeding off into the direction of the bank they were going to break into.

-Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats-

Leo was at school; Tasha at work. Mr. Davenport had called the school and allowed Bree and Chase to stay home for the remainder of the school week. He then headed off to the lawyer meeting leaving Chase and Bree alone in the house.

Bree was flipping through a photo album from their days in the lab when they were all five years and younger. Chase was sitting in the chair at Leo's work station focused on files that Mr. Davenport had pulled out before he'd left earlier that morning. The files contained information on Adam, Bree and himself starting from when Chase was three years old. That would have made it two years, give or take a few months, after Adam had been abandoned by Daniel.

A sobbed escaped Bree which caught her brother's attention. Chase got up from his chair and walked over to his sister. He glanced down at the picture she held in her hand. It was Adam. He was about five or six years old. It was when Mr. Davenport had taken them to one of his labs on the East Coast in Vermont during the Fall. He had wanted them to experience nature during the Fall months. Adam was wearing a blue, plaid sweatshirt that zippered. He had jeans on and a little blue shirt underneath the sweatshirt. But what zoned Bree and Chase in was the distant look in Adam's eyes. The expression he wore was far too deep for such a small child to be wearing. It was the expression that proved someone had seen too much... too much bad.

"He is so young here... he shouldn't have that look in his eyes."

"I know; it's a cross between haunt and wonder," Chase agreed with his sister.

"Mr. Davenport did a good job helping to heal Adam. The Adam we know and remember is this big, lovable teddy bear. You never know what's going to come out of his mouth but you do know he's always there for you."

"And now that Adam who we know as our brother is in danger of becoming that little boy in the picture again once we get him back home."

"Exactly," Bree sighed heavily. "Do you think Adam knows we won't give up on finding him?"

"Of course he does. As you stated once, Bree, it's one for all and all for one. I will do anything it takes to get Adam back home. Back then, we were too little to know that Mr. Davenport was doing things - things I still don't recall - to help Adam heal. The only difference this time is that Adam not only has Mr. Davenport but you, me, Leo, and Tasha to help him." Chase pulled Bree into a hug, "Adam will be home sooner than you think."

Bree nodded, "But that still doesn't change any of the harm that Daniel could be inflicting upon him. None of the abuse he receives from the time it takes to get him back will reverse that."

"I realize that. And I also realize that Adam probably won't be able to bounce back as well as he did as a small child. But I do not believe that this will beat Adam. He's too strong of a person to let this defeat him."

"We will have to take one day at a time once he's home. And we will have to be on Adam's time when it comes to healing... we can't rush him."

"No, rushing would do no good. Do you mind if I look through the pictures with you?"

"Not at all," Bree replied as Chase took a seat beside her and she resumed flipping the pages in the photo album.

A few minutes later, Chase pointed to a picture and laughed. "I remember this day. As Adam called it, it was "Bench press Chase day!""

Bree smiled, "Oh yes... luckily for us, Mr. Davenport found a remote spot on the beach. Imagine people's surprise seeing a five year-old bench press a three year-old on the beach!"

"He's always had a thing for pulling pranks on me, hasn't he?" Chase sighed.

"Oh yes, since day one!" Bree giggled, "And I don't see that changing... ever."

-Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats-

Donald arrived home and flopped himself on the couch. Today's events did not go as he had planned. Yes, the lawyers were going to take action but it was going to take longer than he would like. The more time it took for them to start acting, the more time it meant that Daniel could hurt Adam.

How had things gotten so out of control? Things had been going so well; the kids were enjoying and doing well at school, missions were being completed, and new talents were emerging for Adam, Bree, and Chase.

Since Tasha and Leo came into his life, he finally felt like he and his three kids were a family. No longer just his subjects... no; he felt like he was their father and they became his children. When they were very young, Mr. Davenport had been more of a father figure in their lives, though Donald often wondered if that was because of Adam's situation and trying to teach him trust again. As the kids grew older, he became more of the scientist and they, his subjects. But he wouldn't change things for the world, with how their relationship was now. He felt fatherly pride towards Adam, Bree, and Chase.

Now that Adam was kidnapped, he wasn't worried that a subject was gone. No, Donald was concerned for his son's safety. He wanted Adam back home because of the person he was and could become, not because he was concerned about experimental bionics that he would lose. Losing Adam would tear his family apart. Bree and Chase would lose not only their big brother but also the team member that was their fierce protector. Donald would always feel that he failed to protect his little boy that he swore no harm would ever come his way again.

No, stop thinking negatively, Donald. We will get Adam back. We will deal with the aftermath when it happens, but there is no losing Adam. WE WILL GET HIM BACK!

-Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats- Lab Rats-

-1 WEEK LATER-

You ungrateful brat!

You, good for nothing, little bastard!

For someone with your brute strength, you certainly are a weak, pathetic man.

You are useless.

You may be strong, but you are the weakest link.

What, you're not going to fight me back? Come on, do it! No? Are you too good to fight back, you useless coward?

If only Daddy Davenport could see you now... he would see how weak you really are. He would be so disappointed in you.

You keep taking beating after beating. You really are stupid! Just obey and the beatings will stop.

So you're just going to lay there and not answer? Fine. Weak, pathetic, coward...

Adam lay on the ground, his eyes closed. He was in pain. He couldn't move. The beatings were merciless. Daniel hadn't fed him in three days. When he was fed it was one slice of stale bread. Every day though, he was given one small cup of water. The lack of nourishment made him weak; his body was more susceptible to the beatings and injuries he was receiving.

But deep down inside, he was proud of himself for not fighting back. Although, his reason for fighting was slowly fading away. Not that it would do Adam any good now if he tried to fight back because he hadn't the strength to now. He was losing faith in Mr. Davenport or Bree and Chase finding him. Plus, he was beginning to believe that Mr. Davenport would only see the truth that Daniel spoke: Mr. Davenport would see how weak he truly was. That would only cause disappointment; Adam didn't want to see his father's disappointment.

God, my chest hurts so badly.

Daniel had kicked him several times directly in the chest; Adam felt several ribs crack. Ugh... Adam moaned as he coughed. The coughs were deep and rattled his chest. Bringing a hand up slowly to wipe his mouth, he glanced down and saw a red substance on his hand: blood.

That's not good. Adam thought as he drifted off into unconsciousness.

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay! College started up and it's been keeping me busy. But here, we go. NEW chapter! - Thanks for the reviews so far! Please review and let me know if I should continue or not. Thanks for the love! (I'm an Adam's girl!)