Okay, so this is a collection of semi-related Lab Rats oneshots! A few will be based on episodes, some will be completely random, and others will probably have no plot whatsoever. Suggest something you might like to see happen to Spike and Chase, and I'll try to do it justice. I don't own Lab Rats, so thanks and enjoy Football Team.

Football Team

"I can't believe you did that!" a teenage boy yelled, storming through the front door.

"What did I do?" the other boy asked, walking in behind his brother. He honestly had no idea what he had done wrong.

"You know what you did!"

"Chase, I have no idea what you're talking about! All I did was join the football team," he insisted.

Chase glared at his brother before taking a seat on the couch. "You know how much those jocks hate me. How could you just go over to their side?"

"I didn't think it was such a big deal!" Spike insisted. God, his twin was such a pain. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, waiting for Chase to yell at him again. How could they be twins and yet be so very different?

"Hey boys," Tasha said, walking into the living room. It took her a second, but she realized there was a massive amount of tension in the room. "What happened this time?"

"Spike joined the football team," Chase grumbled from his spot on the couch. Spike felt a low growl rumble in his throat. Just because Chase and the football team hated each other didn't mean Spike couldn't get along with them!

Tasha sighed. It was hard enough she had to deal with five kids now instead of just one, but she also had to deal with two of her new stepsons fighting constantly. She tried to talk some sense into Chase, hoping to make him calm down.

"Chase, Spike is his own person," Tasha explained gently, sitting down beside him. "He has every right to try new things just like you do. Remember when you wanted to join the science club and Spike got upset?"

Chase did remember that. Spike had gotten so angry at Chase for 'ruining the reputation he was trying to build for them by being a nerdy sissy' that he destroyed nearly everything Chase owned when he glitched. Chase's mood worsened as he remembered what had happened after Spike had glitched.

"And because of Spike I didn't join the science club!" Chase protested, making Tasha sigh and Spike grin. He had been pretty proud of his brother for seeing things his way.

"That's not the point," Tasha continued. "The point is Spike should be able to try something new. That's why you're in school, sweetie, to try new things."

"I thought we were in school to learn," Chase stated. Spike sighed, turning away from his brother. For the smartest guy on earth, Chase was such an idiot sometimes.

He listened to Chase's conversation with Tasha for a few more minutes before he decided to go down to the lab. Mr. Davenport and Adam were already there, waiting on him. Spike was a bit nervous when he saw the look of disappointment on Davenport's face, but immediately calmed when he saw the expression of happiness on Adam's. He had to stay calm –if he didn't, he would glitch –and being near Adam's eternally cheerful demeanor made him.

"Spike, how many times have I told you to get along with your brother?" Davenport asked his son.

"Um . . ." Spike trailed off. He honestly couldn't remember. Chase would know the answer, Spike knew. Chase could remember anything. Whereas Chase had super intelligence, Spike had super aggression. He was a great fighter, even better than Adam, while Chase was the nerd. They shared one ability though. Both brothers had super senses. Spike shook his head to clear his mind before answering Mr. Davenport.

"I have no idea," he said.

Mr. Davenport sighed in frustration. "Spike, please try not to antagonize your brother anymore. I know that you glitch sometimes and can't help it, but can't you try to get along with Chase? Even Adam gets along with him!"

"Mr. Davenport, can I send Chase to work for the circus?" Adam asked suddenly. "I called a few hours ago and they said they needed a midget for their act."

Spike gave Mr. Davenport a look that said 'You were saying?' making Davenport sigh again.

"Adam, you do realize that Chase and Spike are the same height, right?"

"I know," Adam said "but Spike said if I ever made fun of his height he would remind me why I follow his don't-punch-me rule."

"Spike!" Mr. Davenport cried, looking at the boy. Spike shrugged innocently.

"What? Adam listened, didn't he?" Spike insisted. "I don't see what the big deal is."

"The deal is that you shouldn't mess with your brothers. You never know when they might just turn their backs on you."

Spike scoffed. "They can do whatever they want as long as they stay away from me. I don't need to have anyone to protect me."

Mr. Davenport sighed yet again. Why was Spike being so hard-headed? After trying for several more minutes to get Spike to listen, Mr. Davenport finally gave up trying to reason with the teen. This was getting him nowhere. Maybe Spike just needed an incentive to get along with his brother.

"Fine, do whatever you want," he said suddenly. "But you're not going on any more missions until you and Chase settle your differences."

"What?!" Spike growled. "You can't take me off the team! They need me! I'm the best fighter we have!"

"Well, you're just going to have to get along with Chase. Walk a mile in each other's shoes," Mr. Davenport added smugly.

Spike frowned in confusion. "Why would I walk in Chase's shoes? He wears ugly high-tops."

"Not literally!" Mr. Davenport cried. "I meant take a look at how Chase deals with life, see what he has to go through on a daily basis. You'd be surprised at how hard he works to gain your approval sometimes."

Spike gave Davenport a look that said 'Really?' before walking out of the lab and back up to the kitchen. Chase was the only one still in the living room, sitting on the couch and doing homework.

What a nerd, Spike thought to himself. I can't believe Mr. Davenport took me off the team because I joined the football team and upset Chase.

"I heard Mr. Davenport say you can't go on any more missions," Chase commented as Spike walked over and sat beside him.

"Great," Spike grumbled sarcastically. "That's all I needed: a nerd who heard me get punished. Just perfect. You know, this wouldn't have happened if you had just gotten over the fact that I'm on the football team."

Chase was taken aback. Spike was blaming him? "How is this my fault? I didn't do anything to get you take off the team!"

"But you did start the argument," Spike reminded him. He watched in amusement as Chase's face started turning red in anger.

"Oh, so if I decide to join the science club and you get annoyed and destroy my stuff it's my fault, and if you decide to join the football team and I get annoyed it's also my fault?" Chase asked cynically.

"Pretty much," Spike determined. Chase suddenly got up and stormed out, leaving Spike to wonder exactly what he had said to upset his brother this time.

The next morning, a Wednesday, Chase pushed open the door to his capsule and stepped out. He had woken up almost a half hour early so he could carry out his plan. Chase had overheard Mr. Davenport say something about walking a mile in each other's shoes yesterday, and he had the perfect idea of how to make Spike do just that.

He carefully attached the chip extractors to his and Spike's capsules before instructing Eddy to turn them on once he got inside his capsule. Eddy, happy to cause any trouble he possibly could within the bionic kids' lives, turned on the chip extractors and switched Chase and Spike's chips.

Chase decided to stay in his capsule and pretend to be asleep until it was time for everyone to get up. He didn't want Spike to know he was behind the chip switch. Twenty minutes later, everyone was awake and getting ready for school.

Spike felt funny when he woke up. Everything seemed to be a greater challenge, like the fight had been taken out of him. He felt like his bionics weren't working properly. But he ignored it. Today was the start of football practice, and Spike knew that if he mentioned how he felt to Mr. Davenport that he would be kept home. With a little more effort than normal, Spike pushed open the door to his capsule and got ready for school.

Chase had noticed Spike's discomfort over the chip switch and felt a little bad for his twin. But Spike had to be taught a lesson. He had to know how Chase felt when he was getting picked on by people and he had no chance of fighting back. Everyone at school either respected or feared Spike, sometimes both. No one really thought anything of Chase unless there was an assignment that they needed a partner on.

On the way to school, Spike tried to use his bionics with only little success. He still had his enhanced senses, but when he tried to use his super aggression to break a fencepost that Davenport had had put up about a week ago, he ended up hurting himself.

"Ouch!" Spike cried, cradling his hand.

"What happened, did you get stung by another bee?" Leo asked. Spike glared at his annoying stepbrother. Just because Spike got stung once by an angry bee didn't give Leo the right to pick on him about it.

"No, I didn't get stung by a bee," Spike retorted. "I tried using my bionics to break the fencepost and got hurt."

"Maybe you're glitching again," Bree suggested. "Remember the last time you glitched like this?"

Spike did remember. The last time his glitching had made him lose his bionics, he had holed up in the lab and stayed silent until Mr. Davenport had fixed him. But this time was different. Last time all of his bionics had been deactivated. This time only his aggression was gone.

"Something isn't right . . ." he mumbled to himself. Chase, who had overheard Spike's murmuring, smiled to himself. This was going to turn out exactly like he had planned.

In math class, one of the three classes Chase and Spike had together, things were completely backwards. Everyone watched in amazement as Spike was the one to answer everything correctly while it took Chase several minutes to solve each problem.

"What are the next two letters in the pattern?" the teacher asked, showing the class the new problem. Chase and Spike both studied the board.

OTTFFSSE

Chase struggled to figure out what the pattern was, while Spike grimaced. He knew the answer the second he saw the problem. He was becoming a nerd!

"N and T," Spike answered reluctantly after the teacher called on him. "The letters on the board are the first letters of the numbers one through eight, so the last two are the first letters of nine and ten."

"Good work Spike. It is Spike, right? You and Chase didn't switch spots or anything?" the teacher asked, trying to figure things out.

"I'm definitely Spike," he grumbled.

After class, Spike heard a few people mumble "What a nerd" under their breath as they walked by him. He desperately wanted to call out 'I'm not a nerd you freaks!'but he found that he couldn't. His conscious wouldn't let him. Spike was getting really concerned now. He had never really had his conscious make him feel bad about something he wanted to do before. Spike was naturally an extrusive person, but he felt . . . softhearted all of a sudden.

In gym class, Spike's favorite class of the day, he and Chase were paired up like usual. Today they were doing weight lifting. Leo was sitting out because Tasha wrote the coach a note saying that Leo had some sort of illness, but the bionic kids knew that it was because Leo could barely use Tasha's weights back home, and they were one pound.

"Okay, no using your bionics," Chase reminded his brother. "Remember the last time you tried that?"

Spike remembered all too well. He had used his abilities to lift more weight than his usual, making everyone suspicious. Eventually Chase had to come up with something and save his brother from the inquiries of his classmates and the gym coach.

Spike went over to the bench press, something he knew he was good at. He tried a few times to use his super aggression on the bar, ignoring his brother's warning, but nothing happened. Suddenly, images flew in front of his vision, telling him the exact mass of the bar plus each individual weight and the force needed to lift it. What was going on? Then it hit him.

"No, no, no!" Spike groaned, sitting up. He glared at Chase, hoping he knew what was going on and how this happened.

"What's wrong?" Chase asked innocently. He knew what was wrong. Spike had just figured out that they had switched abilities.

"Someone switched our bionics," Spike complained. "I've got your super smarts and you must have my super aggression."

"That would explain the change in your attitude," Chase commented with a slight grin on his face. He was enjoying this. "But if you have my abilities, then that means you're nerdy now, doesn't it?"

Spike grumbled something incoherent under his breath. Chase's slight grin bloomed into the full thing.

"Can you say that again?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, that means I'm a nerd now," Spike growled. "Happy now Chase? Someone switched our chips and now I'm the nerd while you're the strong, aggressive one. It feels like we've been stuck in Freaky Friday: Twin Edition. Don't look at me like that," he added, seeing Chase's expression when he mentioned Freak Friday. "Bree made me watch the movie last week."

"Hey, I wasn't judging you or anything," Chase insisted. But try as he might, Chase couldn't help but laugh. Spike looked so upset about his new geek status.

After school, Chase headed home while Spike went to football practice. Maybe it was foolish, but even though Spike no longer had his own bionics, he was still going to his first football practice.

He put on his gear and headed out to the field, where the other team members were waiting. Apparently Spike was the last to show up. After ten minutes of warm ups, Chase showed up and sat in the bleachers. He watched in amusement as Spike struggled to complete each task.

When the coach made the team run the track, Spike faltered on the second lap. Chase knew his brother needed help, so he rushed out onto the field and helped his brother over to the bleachers. Spike was huffing and puffing, trying to gasp for breath.

"This . . . sucks . . ." he managed to say while gasping for air.

"Yeah," Chase agreed. "Let's go home and switch our chips back."

"Sure . . ." Spike trailed off. But before they left, he had one last thing to do. Spike walked over to the coach and got the middle-aged man's attention.

"Coach? I changed my mind; I quit the team," Spike said before walking away.

Chase grinned as he walked with his twin. Spike quit the team? Had he done it because he now knew how Chase felt, or was it because he just didn't want to play football anymore? Oh well, Chase would get his answer after he switched their chips back.

Spike wobbled out of his capsule almost twenty minutes later. Everything was a bit fuzzy for a second, but almost immediately he felt better. He looked over at his brother, seeing the nerdy twin make his way out of the other capsule.

Chase saw his brother looking at him, probably wondering the same thing he was: were they back to normal? Seconds later, Chase saw schematics for his chip flash in front of his eyes, letting him know that everything was running fine.

"It worked!" Spike cried, seeing his brother's eye turn blue for a split second. "I'm back to my awesome self."

"Well, I think this turned out pretty well," Chase said, ignoring his brother's thinly-veiled insult. "But next time I think you should just quit the team before someone switches our chips."

"So I guess you're not that bad," Spike admitted grudgingly "at least, for a nerd."

"That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Chase commented.

"Aww!" Adam said, looking at how his two little brothers were getting along. "Hug it out, you guys!"

"What?!" they said in unison just before Adam grabbed their collars and forced the twins to hug.

Spike and Chase glanced at each other before looking at their older brother. This wasn't exactly how they planned their day to end. But if they were finally getting along, being forced to hug it out by Adam wasn't all that bad. And it was all because Spike had decided to join the football team.

Tada! What did you think? The main theme in this is going to be sibling rivalry, so expect a bunch of Spike and Chase messing with each other. Thanks for reading!

~C