This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away.

- One Republic

Chase

Crap. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap.

I watched as Leo went flying through the crowded hallway - flying as in running from Trent, who looked extremely eager to tear him to shreds.

"Get back here, you scrawny little loser! Who says you can take my stuff?"

"It was my stuff in the first place," whined Leo, slamming into a short girl with cropped brown hair, the papers she was carrying flying everywhere like a windstorm. "Oh, uh, hey there." He raised his eyebrows at her, cocking his head up like a cool guy, then jumped ten feet as Trent boomed behind him, "You better run, dork!"

"Gotta go," he said, giving her the "call me" gesture hopefully. She just rolled her eyes and walked away. He scampered in the other direction, then back as he realized Trent was running straight at him.

Leo had gotten himself into trouble, and now we had to fix it.

So, a normal day for the Davenports.

"What the heck is going on now?" I flinched, turning around to see an exasperated Bree clutching her reflective pink backpack like she wanted to strangle it.

"We need to put a bell on you," I informed her.

"Yeah, I know."

We watched as Trent looked around for Leo, who had mysteriously disappeared into the crowd. It would only be a matter of time before he found him though, so we needed to figure something out.

"Hey, where's Adam?" Bree checked her reflection in a tiny compact mirror, and I rolled my eyes. She already looked perfect. "We probs need him for this."

"Oh, God, don't say 'probs'. We already have enough 'probs' without you saying 'probs'".

Bree ignored me, squinting at something over my shoulder. "I, uh...think I found our idiot brother."

"Hey, Leo, is this your backpack?" Adam walked over to where Trent was about to beat up Leo, with that dumb, oblivious expression on his face. "I found it in your gym locker, you left it!"

"Thanks - Adam," Leo said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile.

Trent looked ready to kill, catching up with them both and shoving Leo backwards. Adam just shook his head, and picked them both of by the necks of their shirts like kittens. The crowd in the hallway looked really confused, because even though Trent wasn't as big as Adam, he was certainly big enough. It was way too much weight for just one hand...Adam was showing his bionics. Again.

"Nothing to see, here, people, get to class!" I swiftly walked over, waving everyone away crazily. "Get to class!"

Everyone rolled their eyes and walked away, only a few people left at their lockers. Oh, man.

Adam let Leo and Trent down, still grinning like an idiot. "Sorry, little guys."

"I - we - I - you people are insane," spat Trent, brushing off the front of his shirt. He gave Leo the super-deluxe evil eye, and stormed down the hallway.

"Adam," I hissed, smacking him on the head. "You can't use your bionics like that in school!"

"Whoops-y-daisy," he said, shrugging. I huffed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Well, time to go to math," said Bree, dragging me away. When had she gotten behind me, exactly?

Oh, well. Off to math.

A couple of hours later, me, Bree, and Chase were just messing around in the lab after school.

Bree almost went to Ethan's house today, but caught him flirting with a cheerleader during lunch, right in front of her locker. Her an Ethan weren't exactly an item, but she was still angry. You do not want to get Bree angry. She was splayed on her stomach, laying on the counter, reading some new issue of Tiger Beat. I used my bionic vision to zoom in to what she was reading - Five Sure-Fire Ways to Tell He's Not Interested.

From the way her expression was looking, I was guessing Ethan wasn't interested.

Adam had been trying to lick strawberry icing from his elbow for the past half hour, and just wouldn't give up. It was in that really tricky spot, just behind the place where his elbow bent. Honestly, if he would have just turned his elbow to the right 20 degrees, the icing would be gone. It was funny, so I didn't tell him yet.

Me? I was just snooping around Davenport's computer, while he was out at the movies with Leo. They were seeing that one pig zombie movie, that Bree, Adam, and I hated. It was so...ugh! Nothing was right - I mean, pigs can't talk, for the first thing. Anyways.

I had found quite a few of Mr. Davenport's old college photos - yikes. I didn't even know you could have hair that was bigger than your head, or glasses that probably weighed as much as a can of soda. Also, the zits weren't doing much for him. Unlike my bio-engineered skin, so clear you could see your reflection in it. Maybe.

I clicked on a password-protected folder, deep in a maze of other documents and holograph statistics. Huh. I drummed my fingers on the desk as I calculated possible passwords in my head.

In a matter of seconds, I found a thousand possibilities, and narrowed it down to about ten. I picked the one that seemed most likely, and typed it in. Access granted. Oh, yeah.

It was a holographic document, so I grinned, and popped it up.

"Ooooh, pretty!" Adam smiled and clapped, like a toddler. "What is that?"

"Chase, that looks like something serious," Bree said, walking over to stand next to me. She straightened her pink and white raglan shirt, which had revealed a thin strip of her tan stomach. "Where did you find it?"

"I was messing around on Davenport's computer," I said, smirking. "You're welcome."

I flicked the holograph down lower, to where four pictures hovered. Three of them were labeled Chase, Adam, and Bree, and the other one was labeled "Bionic Composition and Makeup".

"Click on that one, Chase," said Adam, unusually serious. "It looks important."

I clicked on the picture of the three of us all suited up, and it made this little "whoosh" sound, revealing a screen filled to the brim with so much information that my brain felt overloaded. We were so complicated.

I swiped the screen lower, to the second chapter, which was labeled "DNA and Genetics". So, what were we really made of? Or who? I guess I just never thought about that before, but now I wanted to know so bad.

"Oh my..." Bree leaned over Adam, zooming into a single paragraph. Bree and me read it, our expressions growing more and more shocked, until Adam was practically jumping up and down with curiosity - he, uh, never could read that well. Man, Davenport should really give him a few of my brain cells.

"Guys, what does it say?" whined Adam. "Please, pretty please tell me!"

I ran a hand through my hair, still wearing a dumb-founded expression. I mean, I had suspected this, but seeing it up front was a little shocking.

"Adam," Bree started, clearing her throat. "Adam, I...guess none of us are actually related."

"What?"

"We're made of different things than other kids," I continued, reading from the paragraph. "Blah, blah, fancy words you guys wouldn't understand..."

Bree rolled her eyes, smiling a little.

"We are made of a combination of different, donated DNA and materials that make us tougher, stronger, more flexible...our bionics are highly advanced technology added into our chemical makeup, not even gonna get into that, blah, blah, cells, blah, DNA..." Adam grinned when I said blah. Usually, I didn't say blah.

We all stared at each other, realizing for the first time that, while we might think of each other as siblings...we're not.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

We heard a huge clattering behind, and whipped around to see Davenport and Leo with a dozen DVD cases spilled on the floor. Davenport rushed over, flipped off the holograph, and turned to face us with this wild look in his eyes.

"Everyone - stay - calm." He pointed at each one of us.

"Mr. D, you're the only who - " Adam started.

"Shhh!" Davenport looked officially freaked out. "Aw, man, guys, you weren't supposed to find out this way! We were all gonna have a nice little talk when you were all old, and I was a grandparent, and..."

"Hey, it's fine," said Bree, trying to calm him down. My vision could detect faint traces of shock and confusion still registered on her face, but she was doing a good job hiding it. "We're still a family. It's not big deal."

"Yeah," I said jumping in. "This doesn't change anything."

But, as we gathered around in an unusually sappy group hug, I couldn't help but think...

That this would change everything.

Bree

Later that night, I sat in my room, flipping through this new catalog for American Apparel, and listening to Taylor Swift.

I swear, today I had gotten the shock of my life. To find out the three of us weren't related? That was a little scary.

Adam had always felt like my older brother - I mean, I guess he still was, if we were going by labels. But Chase...he was a different story. Sometimes he would feel like a brother, sometimes he would feel like a best friend, who got on my nerves a little. Leo, of course, still felt like my little brother, and Tasha was technically my step-mom, or step-mom figure. I dunno. No one had ever clarified that one. After the group hug, we all insisted that things would go on like normal, but things just...weren't. I couldn't stop thinking about that.

Davenport had reluctantly given me my own room, followed by a shared room for Adam and Chase. Our glass chambers had gotten a little small over the past year (I had turned 15 a month ago, Chase had turned 16 a couple weeks ago, and Adam had been 16 for half a year now). The chambers were in the corner of our rooms, hidden by a panel that looked like normal wall. Sometimes I slept in there, but mostly I slept in my bed.

My bed had an orange-and-pink plaid comforter, with ruffled white and light pink pillows. Above my desk hung Polaroid pictures of me, my friends (who had gotten over my weirdness, thankfully), and the Davenport family.A couple beach-y signs made out of white-washed driftwood hung on the walls, from when I ran to Hawaii last summer vacation (I got mad at Davenport and Tasha, Hawaii was so beautiful). The signs said things like, Kick off your flip-flops, or Home is where the beach is in pink paint. Above my bed was an amazing painting Tasha had done of a sunset. The walls were solid, light wood. A window looked out over the city, the actual ocean in the distance. I had two white, fluffy beanbags on an orange, knitted rug in the center of the room. A flat-screen TV hung in front of them. I could go on and on about all the things I love in my room, but I'll just stop here.

Ever since I had read that article in Tiger Beat earlier, the more I was convinced that Ethan really wasn't right for me. I mean, he called me his little decimal point, which was sweet, but he said things "sweeter" than that to other girls. Like Cassidy, for example. The stupid cheerleader I caught him with today. But, whatever. It was his choice if he wanted to give up a lightening-fast, superhuman, adorable girl in favor of a girl who dyed her hair bleach-blonde with the roots showing, and gets wedgies in cheer practice every day. I should know. I've seen her pick them out on the field. It was gross.

"Bree, dinner!" I heard Tasha's cheery voice ring from the kitchen, and sighed. Pity party later, I guess.

"Coming!" I yelled back.

I threw my hair up in a ponytail, and flashed out to the kitchen, where Tasha was cooking something that smelled really, really good. Suspicious.

"What's with the home cooking?" I asked wryly. Adam nodded enthusiastically, I guess to agree with me?

"I would so rather have this than the dinner Eddy cooks us," he added. Totally not getting my point.

"What I mean, Tasha, is...um, what's with the fanciness? Are you guys going to try to convince me not to collect ugly dolls again? Because no amount of spaghetti al pesto will change my mind, those things are adorable!"

"Just thought we should have a nice family dinner," said Davenport meaningfully, sliding an arm around Tasha's waist and looking down into the pot she was stirring. "You been watching the cooking channel, Tasha?"

I rolled my eyes. We never did this before, it was always fast food or Eddy. The only thing sort of fancy we had was burned bacon for breakfast.

But, we sat down anyways. Tasha and Davenport in front of me and Chase, Adam and Leo on the sides of the table.

It was awkward.

"I thought we were gonna go back to what it was like before," I said, crossing my arms.

"We are," insisted Mr. D, "I just thought we should have one night were we kind of...bonded."

"We've been bonding for almost 16 years," Chase argued.

Adam just looked at us like we were a TV show, grinning.

After dinner, Adam had his turn to clear the table, so I started back to my room to take a shower and do my homework. Chase followed me into the hallway, his and Adam's room was at the other end.

"I don't get why they have to force this family thing on us," I grumbled, crossing my arms.

"Don't worry, you're still just as annoying," Chase teased me.

I stopped at my door, and paused a minute, thinking about how we weren't related anymore. Or, I guess ever.

"Night," he said, smiling and flicking my ponytail. I watched him go down the hallway, mesmerized by the way he walked.

Shaking my head, I turned the knob and walked in my room.

Hey! So, this is my first Lab Rats story, tell me if things seem a little out of character. I think you'll totally like it anyways! Yes, the title is exactly like Secret Life of the American Teenager - I meant for it to be that way, it was the point (no pregnancy, don't worry). What happens when Bree, Adam, and Chase find out when they aren't actually related? Will Bree and Chase realize they never felt like sister and brother in the first place? And, when things start to get intense, will the entire thing blow up in their faces?

This story should be pretty long, and thanks so much for reading! :)

- Amber -