Hi everyone! This is my first FanFiction, and this story is about what happens if Chase had wanted to go to college, but was denied? I know that many people have already written many FanFics about this, but there is a much larger story around the basic idea with around 30+ chapters. Please review, and I appreciate constructive criticism, and I am open to ideas, though I already have a storyline, so it'll be unlikely that I may involve your ideas, but still, please do. (Wow, way to go on making longest run-on sentence) So here it is… Chapter 1!

Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats

**Chase's POV**

All the memories burned into my soul. This went much further than some father-son disagreement. I felt betrayed. The memories came flooding back.

"So Mr. Davenport, I was thinking, that maybe, I could go to college? Now, before you say anything, I have everything worked out! During my breaks Bree can super speed me back to the island for mentoring and for missions- "

"No Chase, not happening."

"But Mr. Davenport- "

"No!"

"At least explain why!"

"NO!"

I stormed into my living quarters. I couldn't live like this. Nobody respected my choices here. I had to leave. Adam and Bree have always told how I was the useless deadweight in our team anyway. I went into my capsule and took out my chip. I took out an invention I had been creating - a watch that can secretly hold bionic chips. I slipped on the watch, but when I turned, I saw a photo of Bree, Adam, Leo, and I. Nostalgia spread through. No matter how many insults they throw at you, family is still family. The photo was tiny: it can just fit in my watch. I put in the photo, and sat down with a pen and paper. These were my last words to my family. They had to hold everything I ever wanted to say to them. After thinking, I scrawled down a note, and shoved it my pocket when I heard footsteps and voices behind me.

"Wow, Mr. Davenport was really mad just now. I wonder what happened?"

"Yeah, he looked like his head would explode with lava. Wow, that would be really cool to watch!"

I saw Adam and Bree walk into the room.

"Whatcha doing weirdo?" Bree asked, smirking.

"Good to see you to," I muttered.

"Hey Chase! Time to sleep. Are you getting in your capsule?" Adam said with a laugh.

After a moment's hesitation, I answered, "You guys go, I'll sleep later. I need to do something."

"Suit yourself," Bree replied.

As they fell asleep, I looked at them with a small twinge of guilt.

"Bye guys," I whispered, as I walked silently away.

**Bree's POV**

I woke up to sunlight falling on my face. As I groggily stepped out of my capsule, I looked to my right to see Chase's capsule empty. I didn't take much notice; Chase was an early-riser. I got ready and Taught my morning class, I didn't see Chase anywhere, and I started to get suspicious.

"Hey Mr. Davenport."

"Oh, hi Bree. I was just working on updating my nuclear transmi- "

"Yeah, yeah. Where's Chase?"

Mr. Davenport's face immediately darkened.

"No idea," he answered, and went straight back to working.

When I asked Adam and Leo, I got similar answers.

"Oh, our little lady golfer? I really don't know Bree"

"Yeah, I haven't seen him today at all."

I went back into our living quarters, and searched up Chase's coordinates. And the result was- nothing. No Chase. As if he disappeared into thin air.

Now I was really panicking.

I looked around, when I saw something on the floor of his capsule. I picked up the scrap of paper, and when I saw what was on it, I screamed.

**Adam's POV**

I was just arm wrestling Bob, having a regular lazy summer afternoon, when I heard a scream. Bree's scream. I immediately ran into the living quarters, when I saw Bree on the floor, head in her hands sobbing. I rushed to her and held her tight against myself. My mind was racing. (AN: There's a shocker) What on earth could make Bree so upset? She was one of the strongest people I know, and was a good sport about everything, and now, she was pieces.

"Shh Bree, it's alright. Shhh," I comforted her.

"No Adam, it's not alright, we were supposed to be there for him, and now, he left us!" She answered, before bursting into tears again.

I rocked her gently and rubbed her back. By now, Leo, and Mr. Davenport came.

"What's wrong! Why is she upset?" Mr. Davenport exclaimed kneeling beside Bree.

"I don't know!" I shouted, getting frustrated. What was wrong?

"Bree? Bree, I need you to calm down and tell us what's wrong Bree. Come on!" Leo pleaded.

She then thrust out a small scrap of paper. I put her in Mr. Davenport's arms, and read the note. What I saw left me devastated.

Dear Adam, Bree, Leo, and Mr. Davenport,

I had a dream- going to college. When restrictions came, I had no choice. I was going to fulfill my dream myself. You may be furious, you may be terrible devastated, or you may not be having any emotion at all. I have decided to give up my life with you all, for a life, where my decisions can be respected, or better yet, where I will be respected. Here, nobody cared what I said, whether it was as simple as what movie to watch, or whether it is was something as large as a Space Elevator. So I am simply turned a new page in my life, getting a fresh start. I guess what I am trying to say is, thank you for everything, but get used to your life without me, because I am not coming back.

Sincerely,

Chase Davenport

4 weeks later

**Bree's POV**

It had been many days since Chase left, but the pain felt like he left yesterday. Classes have been canceled, since none of us were in the mood for teaching. Adam, had been trying, and failing, to cheer me up. Leo, was shattered; Chase had been his role model, and now he was gone. Mr. Davenport and Douglas became workaholics, constantly trying to locate Chase and bring him back. And I, I became a zombie, because my little brother was gone, and he took a part of my heart with him. I was laying on a table, with the cool surface against my cheek. My phone then beeped with a new text message. I slowly took out my phone and saw the message.

To: Bree D.

From: Caitlin

OMG! So I went to a fashion designing camp where I made a bunch of clothing designs and it was sooo cool. And the instructor said that if you are good enough, you can make you own line and make millions! What do you think of my line?

Attached were grotesque designs for clothes, but an idea popped into my head. I mean why not, I thought as I jumped up, with a smile on my face for the first time in days. I ran into the room and peeked my head in. I took a deep breath and blurted out,

"Mr. Davenport! How about I become a fashion designer while mentoring here at the island?"

So here it is! Tell me what you think of it. Next chapter will come up soon in 1-3 days! Thanks for reading!