Ok, today was like any other. Leo playing video games, Adam, Bree, and Chase training for missions, Tasha preparing lunch, and Donald coaching the super-humans training/inventing.

He wasn't really paying attention, they were in their mission simulator, while he worked on a new invention. Well, not really. It had already been made, but the shop was running low on supplies, so he had to make more. He'd already completed two.

Soon enough, the simulator beeped, signaling Donald. He pressed a few buttons on the controls, taking the three siblings out of their 'mission'. "So, how'd we do?" Bree asked.

"What? Oh, great, kids."

Chase was silent for a moment. "You didn't pay attention at all, did you?" he asked with a bit of a teasing smile on his face, although his voice showed amusement as well as disappointment.

"What? Of course I-" they gave him looks of disbelief, arms crossed. "Ok, no I didn't."

"I thought so." Bree said. "How are we supposed to get better if you won't tell us what we need to fix, and what we're doing good at?" she asked, frowning slightly.

"Look guys, I'm sorry. I just… have this project that needs finished. I promise I'll watch afterwards."

They all took a step closer. "Promise?"

He smiled. "I promise. Now go on. Have some fun. You've earned it." their faces lit up with delight and they ran into their tubes. Pressing the newly installed buttons that would change them into a 'normal' teenage outfit almost instantly, their tubes began to glow, gold enveloping them. When the gold curtain cleared, they were newly dressed, but not as they intended. Glancing down at herself, Bree giggled. "Oops! This is my beach outfit." She had a bright yellow bikini on, with slightly darker yellow polka-dots. She also had on brown-tinted sunglasses that went well with her hair and brought out the colors of her swimsuit. She had pastel yellow flips flops and her toe nails were painted a pale pink. She had a matching pink towel slung across one shoulder.

Adam and Chase had also been changed into unintended attire. Chase was now wearing a black tuxedo with a sky blue tie, with a white rose on the pocket. He had fancy dress shoes and his hair was neat and slicked back. "Ok… how did you end up in a swimsuit and me in a tux?" he asked, nodding at Bree.

Adam was now wearing a basketball uniform of blue and red with a number 1 on it, and a sweat band on his forehead, and on both wrists. He had a basketball in his hands. He was wearing white sneakers with a few dirt smudges on them. They all shared a glance, surveying each other. "Switch." Donald was trying not to laugh, and failing miserably.

"Get out and stop laughing!" Adam yelled to be heard through his tube. Donald split.

They changed again, and came out looking like they weren't dressed for the beach, prom, and a sports event. Bree had a mid-thigh denim skirt with pink swirl designs on the pockets, with royal purple leggings underneath, which went to her knees. She had a lighter purple sleeveless shirt, a couple gold bracelets on each wrist, and sandles with a small heel, lifting her about half an inch off the ground, which were black leather with silver outlining. She had a sky blue jacket over her shirt, her hair done in simple curls, with a small silver barrette on the right side to complete the look.

Chase had simple jeans, a plaid blue button up shirt over a white tee, black tennis shoes with white soles. His hair was slightly messy but still well combed, green eyes shining as he smiled and nodded in approval. Nothing fancy or over done, but he liked that.

Adam was in jeans also, but his were ripped just below the knees, so they were more like capri's. He had a maroon t-shirt, with black script on it that said 'Ignore him. I'm the real super hero!' and an arrow pointing to Superman. That did make sense, he was the strongest being on the earth. And it was a joke, something that fit his personality. He was easy going and fun, so the saying seemed perfectly normal.

"Ah." Chase sighed with content. "Much better."

"So, what're we gonna-" Bree was cut off.

"Hey, what's that?" Adam asked.

"What?" Chase asked as his older brother ran over.

"This." He held up a machine that had to weigh at least one hundred pounds, but he lifted it without even trying.

"I dunno. But I don't think we should touch it. It could be danger-" Bree was interrupted again.

"What do you think happens if I turn this thingy?"

"No Adam, don't!" Chase cried, but it was too late. He turned the dial, and the machine started to hum and vibrate.

He just managed to say "Uh oh." Before the machine was fully activated and they disappeared with a pop!, the machine still in Adam's hand.

They all landed on their feet, still screaming in terror, which made them all feel pretty silly. But as they looked around, they sighed. They were still in the lab. But wait… "Is it me, or does it seem… different in here?" Bree asked.

"Yeah. There's definitely something wrong." Chase's eyes widened. "Oh gosh… Adam, do you realize what you're holding?"

"Uh, this machine thingy?"

"No, it's not just some machine thingy." Chase said in a careful tone that said he was trying to be patient, and was very tense. "That is a time machine. Now if you don't mind." He stepped up and turned the dial back to their time. "Ok, now-"

There was a small squeak, and they all whirled around. What they found shocked them. Three little kids, all in Davenport industries training suits stared at them, wide eyed. Chase shook his head, rousing him from his shock, blinking quickly. "Uh… are you guys seeing this? Or has the bell finally made me go crazy?"

"No. I see them too." Bree answered.

Adam was so shocked he dropped the machine, and all three children jumped back at the loud noise. Noting there scared expressions, the middle sibling tried to soothe them. "Hey guys." Bree spoke gently, bending down to their height. "We aren't gonna hurt- OW!" she exclaimed as one of the small boys delivered a sharp punch to the side of her face, right on her jaw. She stumbled back, being caught by Adam so she didn't fall. Rubbing her now bruised jaw, she turned to glare at the small boy, but found all three surrounding the machine. "Oh no, kids, I wouldn't-" the machine was activated again and they disappeared as well.

"Well… at least they won't be punching anyone anymore." Adam said cheerfully. He set Bree back on her feet.

They would've discussed more, but then a new voice said "Kay guys, time for lunch." And Donald walked in, looking totally different. All their mouths dropped.

"Mr. Davenport… what are you wearing?" Bree asked, horrified. At the sound of her voice, his head snapped up from the small remote he was fiddling with. At the sight of them, he dropped the little contraption, stuttering.

"Wh-who are you? How'd you get in here?" he turned to look at Eddy, who looked the same. "Did you let them in?" he demanded.

"No! I swear!" he protested.

"Ok, I ask again, how did you manage to get in here? And who are you?"

"Oh I'm Adam, this is Bree, and that's Chase." Adam said in his usual clueless, happy tone, grinning.

"What? You guys are…"

"Um, yeah. Last I checked." Bree answered.

"But that means- if you're really my Adam, Bree, and Chase, that must mean…" he paused for dramatic effect. "I created a working time machine! Yes!"

"Wait! You mean the little brats live long enough to become teens?" Eddy exclaimed.

"Yes Eddy. And FYI, lay off trying to scare us!" Chase elbowed his sister in the ribs. "Ow! What? I can't defend us?"

"If you change something, it'll effect the future! We might never meet Leo or Tasha if you change anything!"

"Even by telling Eddy to stop picking on us?"

"Possibly."

"Uh, excuse me, kids? Can I call you that still?" they just gave him blank looks. "Anyway, who're Tasha and Leo?"

They all shared looks. "Can we tell him?" Adam asked. Even he understood not to reveal anything.

"Mmm, let's just say, they're important in the future." Chase responded.

"Ok, second question… Why are you dressed like that? Where are your training suits?" he demanded.

"When we're older, you let us go outside. We even go to school!" Bree said, getting excited.

"Bree, calm down. I don't want any more spin cyclones than necessary." Donald said strictly.

She rolled her eyes. "Please. We've gotten much better at controlling our bionics. Spike's only come out… three times? Or was it four?" Donald paled. He'd seen Spike in action even while the Lab Rats were four, and it wasn't pretty. He could really cause some mass destruction.

"Oh! And I've only set one dingo on fire!" Adam smiled brightly.

What? Mr. Davenport mouthed to Chase. The youngest super human sighed. "He means that on our first day… well, I'm not sure exactly what happened, but the mascot ended up setting off his heat vision."

"He was trying to take my salsbarry steak!" Adam protested.

"Ok… if you guys are from the future… have you met, um, yourselves?"

"You mean those little kids? That was us?" Adam asked.

Donald nodded as Bree shrieked in delight "Oh, I was so cute!" her eyes widened as she realized something, and she frowned. "You punched me in the face!" She turned to her older brother with a furious glare.

"Guys! Focus!" Davenport said. "If you've met them… where are they?"

They all shared glances, remembering that they'd pressed the button to activate it. "Oh no…"

"What?"

"Well, funny story… they're kinda in our time now."

"WHAT?"