Hey, this was just something I wanted to try out. This first chapter isn't really my best, but I promise the next one will be a lot better. Just to be clear, this story is going to be a two-shot.

If you're like me and you love the Chase/Douglas father-son relationship, then you should definitely read this story, I promise it'll be good :D :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats, Disney does.

"Hey Mr. Davenport, you know what I just realized?" Adam called to Donald from the dining table.

Donald turned around to face the eldest bionic from the kitchen counter where he was helping Leo and Tasha wash the dishes. "Yeah Adam?"

"You were right," Adam grinned. "You did have Leo and Tasha home before dinner. I guess you're not completely useless after all."

"You got that right," Donald replied grinning around at his family: Leo and Tasha right next to him and Adam, Bree, and Chase sitting on the dining table.

"Who would've thought that Mr. Davenport of all people would be able to take on Krane," Bree commented smirking at her adoptive father.

"And you guys underestimated me. I told you I was perfectly capable of saving the day," Donald said narcissistically.

"Mom and I almost got fried and Krane beat your lame thermo-blaster in like a minute," Leo responded drily, his comment eliciting protests from Donald and laughter from the rest of the family. Well almost all of the family. Chase sat at the dinner table, deep in thought, pushing his pasta back and forth on his virtually untouched plate.

Tasha noticed her stepson's lack of attention and frowned, "Chase honey, aren't you hungry? You've barely touched your dinner and you haven't said anything all night. Are you okay?" The rest of the family just noticing this turned to the youngest bionic.

"Chase," Donald prodded when the teen provided no answer to Tasha's question. "What's wrong?"

Chase looked up, "Why did you kick him out?"

Donald looked confused, "Kick him out; Chase what are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb; you know exactly what I'm talking about," Chase replied angrily. "Why did you kick Douglas out?"

"Chase he can't be trusted! I thought you of all people would be smart enough to realize that by now."

"He saved our lives!" Chase said standing up suddenly, sending his chair sprawling backwards. He walked around the table to stand face-to-face with Mr. Davenport, "I told you we could trust him! But you," he emphasized poking a finger at Donald's chest, "you kicked him out, even though he had nowhere else to go." Chase shook his head in disgust, "You should feel ashamed of yourself."

Adam, Bree, Tasha, and Leo watched the father-son confrontation with wide eyes, none daring to intervene. They had ever seen Chase react like this to anything; had never seen him lash out on Donald of all people.

"You know what, I think I need some air. I'm going to go for a walk."

Donald stepped forward and grabbed Chase's arm, "Chase I don't think it's a good idea for you to go outside by yourself, especially with Krane still lurking around."

Chase wrenched his arm out of Donald's grasp and glared at him, "I said I'm going for a walk Mr. Davenport. I can take care of myself. I don't need your permission for everything." With that he stalked out of the house, slamming the front door behind him.

Chase made his way out of the grocery store with bags full of necessary supplies like food, snacks, toothpaste, water, etc. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and stopped at a bench outside the grocery store to check it. He pulled out the phone, the screen lit up with the message: 1 new message from Facebook.

He scrolled down to read the message:

Chase, I'm at the place you sent me to. Where are you?

He responded quickly:

I'm on my way I just had to pick up a few things. Just… stay.

His phone vibrated with a reply:

I'm not a dog you know

He rolled his eyes, but replied:

This isn't the time for jokes. We have to hurry. I'm not even supposed to be out here right now. Davenport is going to end up tracking me or sending Adam and Bree to find me soon. Just give me like 10 minutes. I promise, I'll be there.

With that, he shoved his phone back in his pocket, grabbed the bags, and ran as fast he could. He just hoped he wouldn't get caught. If he did, well, one thing would be for sure.

Things would get very, very messy.

Chase walked on in silence for about 10 minutes, the streets quiet with the occasional sounds of passing cars. The sky was pitch black, and the only source of light during the humid, spring night was from the street lamps, periodically located along the length of the sidewalk. Chase cut across an old neighborhood, and made his way into the forest, turning on his flashlight. He shined the beam up at the tops of the trees, until the bright light settled on an, abandoned tree house, probably seven or eight years old. Chase had found it a couple of months ago when he was walking home from school. It had sort of become his safe haven, a place to get away from his family when they got to be too much. While it wasn't the most ideal location for the current situation, it would have to do for now. Chase set down his bags and pulled out his phone:

I'm here, send down the ladder

He was awarded with a rope ladder nailing him straight on the head.

"Ow!" he hissed. He glared up at the tree house, "Could you try to not aim for my head next time?"

"Hey in my defense, it's really dark outside and I can barely see five feet in front of my own face. It's your fault for standing directly under the tree house," a voice called down.

Chase rolled his eyes, but nevertheless made his way up the ladder, while precariously balancing the bags in one hand. He pulled himself up into the tree house, which was bathed in a dim light, just barely illuminating the small area. He was distracted by the buzzing sound of his phone. He pulled out to find a text from Bree:

Where r u? its been an hr nd ur still not bck call me when u get this

Chase turned around to face the man sitting on the dusty, green couch that probably belonged to the tree house's original owner. "I can't stay long. They're getting suspicious; if I'm not back soon they're going to know something is up."

"Don't you have a better place that I can stay? This place is really old and this couch smells like wet socks," the house's occupant whined, ignoring Chase's previous comment. "Plus, I'm pretty sure this thing is going to come down any second now."

Chase rolled his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time tonight, "Oh, quit whining. I know it's not pretty, it doesn't smell nice, and it's not structurally sound, but it's better than nothing."

"Not by much."

"Well, you really don't have any other options right now, so you're going to have to live with it," Chase replied.

"I know, I know, you don't have to remind me."

Chase took a step back, spread his arms out wide, and grinned.

"Welcome to your new home Douglas."

Sorry it's so short, the next chapter should be up either over the weekend or on Monday, I'm almost done writing it, I just need to finish the ending. Please review and let me know what you thought. Thanks for reading!