SPECIAL A/N, PLEASE READ:

I'm going back and adding trigger warnings and such to my stories, so...

First, there is a death towards the end of this, and some bullying in the work. And there is some Marcus/Bree, which is borderline incest (unless it is) though this would have been written (I think) before the reveal of that. Or while I was still in denial about them actually being siblings. Dunno. But there they are.

Oh, and I do not own Lab Rats...otherwise, it probably wouldn't be a kids show (or it would take itself more seriously...)

A/N: This is my first story since I've had internet restored so…Yay! I probably should have been writing chapters of stories during that time but…well…It didn't happen. But now here is one at last. It's a quick story (didn't take that long to whip this up), so it won't take me too long to write, and so without further ado from me…on to this little story.

Bree giggled with her petite fingers in her mouth. She watched as her brother Adam lifted up the capsule, causing their creator to shout. He wasn't being mean, and Adam knew it. Adam laughed as their creator tried to explain to him to put down the third capsule, though Bree didn't know why. Chase was still too little to use it, so why bother with it? That was Bree's reasoning, at least.

Bree watched as the man sighed and walked over to her.

"Hello Bree," he smiled awkwardly and she grinned at him.

"He'o Da'en'or'," Bree said, taking her fingers out of her mouth and reaching up to Davenport. He blinked at her before reaching down and scooping her up.

"Ri'! Ri'!" Bree shouted in glee, feeling her body begin to vibrate.

"St-Sto-p B-Bree…Tha-that's not…," Davenport tried to say, feeling his ribs being violently bashed against by small, super-fast legs. Bree stopped and blinked at him in confusion. Suddenly, her eyes welled up in tears.

"You don' li'?" she wailed, tears now streaming down her face. Davenport's eyes went wide and he tried to calm the now bawling four-year-old.

"No! No! It's that-"He was cut off from Adam pulling at his leg. Davenport looked down and saw that Adam looked about to cry as well.

"You meanie!" the five-year-old suddenly shouted, kicking Davenport's leg. Davenport toppled over, but managed to land so that Bree didn't get hurt. Little Bree looked at Davenport, her tears now gone. Adam was pale-faced beside them.

"Ow…," Davenport muttered, causing Bree to laugh. Soon Adam joined in, his features relaxing.

Bree could was standing between Adam and Chase as Davenport fitted them with the earliest form of their training suit. She was nine now.

"It's too tight!" Bree said, pulling at the fabric.

"It's supposed to be tight," Davenport sighed, walking away from Chase who had somehow managed to get his suit on backwards. As Davenport approached, Bree began to pull the mission suit off.

"No! Bree, no!" Davenport shouted, but it was too late. Bree pulled off her suit, unaware that what she did was wrong.

"Hey-"Chase started as he was the first to realize something was wrong. Davenport pulled a blanket out from somewhere and threw it over Bree. He led her out of the room and closed the door. Bree looked up at him in confusion.

"Bree…You can't just…strip down like that," Davenport said, shuddering a bit.

"Why not, Mr. Davenport?" Bree asked, "You helped us get dressed when we were little." She was clearly confused and Davenport sighed.

"It's…well…You three are getting older…and you're a girl…"

"So?" Bree asked stubbornly and Davenport sighed. This was going to be a long conversation…

Davenport began to explain, as PG as he could, to Bree about why she shouldn't do that. Bree agreed in the end, and she never did undress in front of her brothers if she had a choice again.

When Adam was twelve and Bree eleven, she began to notice something. Davenport…Davenport was a little harsher and away more often. He didn't talk with them as often, and when he did it was usually with Chase.

Chase…, Bree thought angrily. Oh how she would love to finally prove to him that he was not the best of them all. Unfortunately, she had yet to kick her brother's butt in anything because he was too smart.

Davenport walked in then, very distracted by something he was reading on his phone. He glanced up as Bree sped over to him.

"What's wrong?" Bree asked, cocking her head to one side. Davenport sighed, but didn't immediately answer. When he saw she wasn't about to give up, he gave in.

"Just…just something sad…," Davenport said, trying to dismiss it. He closed the flip-phone and stuck it in his pocket. Bree scrunched her brows in confusion.

"Sad? Why would you be sad?" Bree asked, not meaning to be rude. She had never thought about her creator's life outside of the lab, so she thought she would automatically know what the sad thing was. She didn't, so she was a little confused.

"Bree…It's nothing important," Davenport said, trying to dismiss her. Bree stamped her foot and Davenport looked at her in surprise, his eyes wide.

"Yes it is! You're sad and you're lying!" Bree shouted, her face scrunching up in anger. "You're never sad!" Davenport sighed, and then glanced around. He didn't see the boys, so he knelt down a bit until he was eye level with Bree.

"Bree…sweetie," Davenport began slowly. Bree was attentive; he had not called her sweetie since…well…he never had actually. "It's…You…I'll explain when you're older, but someone in my family died a few years ago today." Bree's eyes went wide and she felt shame wash over her.

Of course Davenport was sad. Death was sad, according to what she understood of it.

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Davenport…," Bree started, feeling herself go red.

"Bree, you don't have to apolo-"Davenport began, but he didn't get to finish. Bree threw her arms around his neck, engulfing him into a hug. Davenport didn't hug her back, but instead looked at her in surprise. Bree sped off, tears forming.

"I…thank you…," Davenport muttered as she ran off.

The next day Davenport came in. Chase was messing with the controls to the capsules while Adam was trying to suck water through a pencil. Bree sat by herself near the computer.

"Bree…?" Davenport hesitantly said as he approached her. Bree turned to him, her eyes slightly red and puffy. "I'm sorry I upset you, you were just trying to be helpful." Bree blinked in surprise and Chase turned around, having heard what Davenport said. He was about to speak, but closed his mouth when their "father" began talking again.

"Bree…I want you to know I'm thankful for yesterday," Davenport said before hugging Bree. Chase's eyes went wide, because he had never seen Davenport hug anyone. Adam dropped his pencil

"Can I have one too?" Adam asked, running over there. He didn't wait for an answer and pulled both Bree and Davenport into a hug.

"Yeah…sure buddy…," Davenport said, patting Adam on the back. Adam smiled and Chase just continued to watch the family moment he was missing. He turned back around, missing the flash of hurt on Davenport's face.

But Bree didn't, she saw it.

He really does care… Bree thought as Davenport finally got Adam to release them. He told them to get ready for training and she sped over, beating her brothers to the capsules in two point six seconds. She smiled at the new record for her, and closed the capsule door. Davenport was manning the controls, like he always did.

Bree was happy that things were back to normal…For now at least.