Hey guys! So, after you read this, well, later on anyways, you'll see that I am evil. *Mwahahaha!* You see, I love injuring the main characters, not killing them...as some fanfics I have read, but injuring them. I know, I know, you can call the mental asylum later... Im kidding, please don't! Anyways, I'm really into the Lab Rats sibling love fanfictions...so, here is one! Enjoy...and try not to get to upset with me.

Btw, these chapters will be shorter than my other story chapters, but I'll upload them in bunches!

Also, btw, I do not own Lab Rats. If I did, Chase would have a girlfriend...

Chase POV

My super-bionic siblings and I rushed into the high-tech, evil lab, where, supposedly, a villain bursting with self-installed bionic abilities was lurking. And he had a bomb...ticking...that would be big enough to destroy half the Earth. We were on a mission to defuse the bomb, and rid the villian of his powers, for he had way too many. That was it. Get in, defuse the bomb, find the evil person, whatever his name was, (note to self-check mission files...), stick the de-powerize device that Mr. Davenport had made in him, and stun him until they could get out.

Easy, and simple. Simple and brilliant. Brilliant, because it was a plan I had made. Chase Davenport here, easily the most intelligent and mature out of three siblings, all who have super bionic powers implanted in us, by a chip in our necks. Being the youngest, I am most often overlooked, and teased because of my puny strength and lack of height. But honestly, I'd take smarts, super senses, laser bow, levitation, and molecular kinesis over strength, plasma cannons, heat ray, and power blast, or super speed, invisibility, and vocal manipulation, those powers belonging to my older brother and older sister, Adam and Bree. But being the most intelligent has its perks. Adam may be the oldest out of the three of us, but his brain was more of a...how should I put this?

Balloon full of air. Partly because he still gets upset if Bree or I pop his balloons. Bree, easily being the fastest, that being her bionic ability, tends to rush into things without thinking them through. I guess it's just a part of her nature. So obviously, since I am without a doubt, the most intellectual out of the three of us, and Mr. Davenport's (Or Dad, I guess I would call him...even if he isn't our Dad, more like father-figure, I suppose, in a way...it's a long story that trust me, you don't want to hear) "unofficial" favorite, it was only fair for him to dub me Mission , that on the missions we were born to do, (Literally. We were created to go on missions and save the earth.)

I would come up with a plan of action, and finally, for once in my life, my stronger, (physically of course. Mentally...pshhh! As if! Although, I am actually more athletic than the average teenage boy...bionics, remember?) bigger, goofing around siblings, would have to listen to my orders, instead of teasing me endlessly. Although, Bree and Adam always seem to slip in some insult in every sentence. Even Adam, who I doubt could even spell "insult." But even if I am the youngest, and my siblings pick on me all the time, I still love them, and wouldn't ever let anything happen to them. Well, technically, as Mission Leader, I am responsible for anything that does happen to them, but...I love them.

And I know, deep down..very deep down, beneath all the teasing and throwing me around...(Bionic Brother Toss...don't ask) they won't let anything happen to me, and they love me too. Or so I had thought...

Okay, I know. Cliffhanger...somewhat. Don't worry, his sibling do love him, in their own way. I'll take you into big sister Bree's mind next so...stay tuned, and don't forget to follow and leave reviews! I love reviews...

Later,

OlympusLeague13