Okay, after watching several Lab Rats episodes in a row, I got inspired. So, I went on to FanFiction to see what people put up…and discovered that there was almost no action fics in there… Not cool. So, I was then even more inspired to do this! Warning, there will be major whump and pain in here (*cough* Chase *cough*)...!

Sorry that the first chapter is boring but…well I had to set up the story. Don't worry, there will be plenty of action starting in the next chapter. Oh yeah, I wrote this from my iPod, so if anything turned out weird or wrong for some reason…that's why. (Auto correct can be annoying sometimes…)

Disclaimer: (*sigh*) Do we really have to do these? It's FanFiction! Oh well, I do not own.

Chapter 1: Goodbye Weekend, Hello Mission

Chase PoV
I walked through the door with Adam and Bree at my heels and triumphantly tossed my book bag on the couch before plopping down next to it. It was finally the weekend! That meant that I had roughly two and a half days to be free of Principal Perry and normal teenage drama.

"Ugh, I thought that bell would never ring!" Bree cried, sitting down next to me. "I was beginning to worry that Mr. Wrong would keep on talking and talking until we all were reduced to ripping our ears out. He's loud enough to burst our eardrums on his own though."

"A non-stop talker, that must be such a nightmare," I teased, glancing at Bree accusingly. The girl could be a motor-mouth if she wanted to be; her mouth was the only thing that could out-do her feet.

Bree glared at me, narrowing her eyes when she met my smirk. "Oh shush, Chase. If you had Mr. Wrong, then you would know that he is way worse than me." She paused, realizing her words left an opening for more teasing on the subject. I opened my mouth to continue, but Bree smacked me in the shoulder to stop me. "Just shut up, smart mouth."

"Yeah Chase, 'cause we all know who the talker of this family is," Adam commented from his post in the kitchen, his hand buried in a box of Cheerios.

I raised an eyebrow at Adam, unsure about whether or not he understood what Bree and I were bantering about. Knowing Adam, he probably had no clue.

"Hey guys." Leo's stuffy voice echoed across the living room. We turned to see him walk down the stairs, his oversized blue robe with fluffy white bunnies dotted across it trailing behind him. Despite his puffy eyes and red nose, he was wearing his quirky grin, obviously happy to have some company other than his fretting mother or the ever so "sympathetic" Eddie. Because of his cold, he was to be quarantined in the house, and it was starting to make him antsy.

"Hi Leo," Bree and I chorused.

Adam chuckled. "What's up Rudolph?"

Leo narrowed his pinkish eyes at Adam, annoyed by the use of his acquired nickname. "Well, I'm doing just fine, thank you very much. I just love sitting around with nothing to do but eating soup and sneezing my head off," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. A small sneeze followed as if to emphasize his point.

"Well that's great!" Adam exclaimed, not understanding the meaning of sarcasm.

Leo just sighed and sat down next to us.

Davenport walked briskly into the room, a tablet clutched in his hands. His attention darted from the computer to his watch, then to the area around him so he didn't run into anything. He looked up and briefly observed our presence before burying his nose in the tablet around.

"Um...Big D? Is something..." Leo began to ask, causing Mr. Davenport to truly recognize him.

"Oh I almost forgot." Davenport stated seemingly to himself. He dug around his pockets and pulled out a syringe of some sort. After briefly examining it, he stuck it in Leo's arm without warning.

"Ow!" Leo screeched. "What was that for?!"

"That," Davenport answered, "was your medicine. It's designed to release all of your contagions at once, ridding your body of most of the disease at-"

Leo's face scrunched up, and the little guy released a sneeze that should've belonged to a giant. Unfortunately, it was unknowingly aimed at Bree, and she was sprayed with the slimy mucus.

"Ewwww, gross," Bree whined, standing up abruptly to shake the majority of the snot off of her.

"-once," Davenport finished.

Bree took a deep breath and dashed up the stairs, no doubt to clean Leo's insides off of her.

Leo sniffed once, smiling wider when he realized he could actually collect air through them. "Thanks Big D! I'm already feeling much better."

However, Mr. Davenport didn't seem to hear him, or else he would've made some snarky comment about how awesome he was. Instead, he was focused on his tablet with his eyebrows furrowed. He kept on fiddling with it and pressing buttons. The results of whatever he did only made him furrow his eyebrows more.

"Mr. Davenport, what's wrong?" I asked, concerned with his quiet behavior. He hadn't bragged about anything since he's been the room! Where was the cocky Mr. Davenport?

"Nothing I can't handle." There he was.

But just then, an alarm sounded in the lab and on his tablet. I raised an eyebrow at him and smirked in victory. "Nothing you can't handle, huh?" I chuckle.

Davenport let out an exasperated growl. "Fine, everybody to the lab," he conceded.

Bree appeared in a gust of wind. She fixed her hair and removed any evidence that she was covered in snot. "A mission, really? And I just fixed my hair..." she grumbled.

We followed him to the lab, Leo eagerly at our heels. Now that he dumped his germs on Bree, Davenport couldn't tell him that his contagious self couldn't be in the lab.

In the lab, screens were flashing up various readings about his satellite and factories. Whatever it was wasn't too life threatening, or else the lab would be bathed in red light.

"My satellite is losing contact with my factories," Davenport explained. "It's causing this one factory in particular to go awry; all my stuff is glitching and being funky. Plus, my communications lines were wired there, and now their shot."

"Well what do you want us to do about it?" Bree asked, casually leaning against a counter.

"I need you guys to go to my factory in the Amazon. It's the one acting quirky, and I want you guys to do damage control," Davenport answered. Adam, Bree, and I groaned. These kind of missions are really boring.

"Chase," he continued, "I want you to re-connect the mainframe there to the satellite, and that'll fix the communication failure as well as the malfunctions. You'll need to fix everything that already went wrong as well as repair damages to get the place running again. I would go with you guys, but I have a big meeting tomorrow I can't dump on my assistant again, and that'll take the majority of the day."

"Wait," Adam interrupted, "we won't be leaving until tomorrow?"

Realization struck me. "We'll be spending the whole weekend there, won't we?"

Davenport pointed at me. "Bingo! And I have the up-most confidence that you'll be able to handle yourselves without contacting me for that long."

Bree rolled her eyes. "That's only because it involves no danger whatsoever," she retorted.

He spun around to face her, his finger still in a pointing position. "Right again," he confessed with his usual enthusiasm. "Now go suit up," Davenport ordered.

The three of us stepped into a smaller room to the side of the main part of the lab and the garage. After tugging our mission suits on, we entered the lab just to see Davenport thrust a thick booklet in my face.

"If you need any help working my genius technology, then you can find a walkthrough in this thing," Davenport commented, patting the monstrous packet of paper for emphasis.

I smirked at him. "I think I can handle myself when it comes to computers," I stated, tapping my temple with two fingers.

Mr. Davenport snorted. "Just keep the book; I took the time to print it out."

Eddie appeared on the screen, his animated eyes glaring at Davenport. "And who wrote the thing, huh? Well it wasn't you, so you have no right to complain about pushing a print button!" Eddie huffed.

"Potato, Potahto," Davenport dismissed with a wave of his hand. Eddie huffed again then his screen went blank.

Reluctantly, I stuffed the packet into my satchel, just to make him happy. "So, how are we getting all the way to the Amazon?" I asked

"And I'm not carrying them there," Bree interjected, pointing to both me and Adam.

Davenport donned a sly grin. "Don't worry, I got that covered. Follow me!" he answered vaguely, dramatically motioning us to the garage.

I hesitantly followed, Adam and Bree at my heels. Mr. Davenport was standing beside two dirt bikes, smiling like a maniac. He gestured to them dramatically, shouting, "Tada!"

"Awesome!" Adam shouted, immediately running toward a bike. I was worried about Adam's capability with a vehicle, but didn't say anything. Instead, I recounted the bikes.

"Er, Mr. Davenport? I really do love the new rides, but there's three of us and two of them," I pointed out.

"Oh, Bree can just run," Davenport answered, earning an annoyed glare from Bree. He clapped his hands together. "Well, it might take you a while to clean the place up, so you better get going. There is plenty of food in the storerooms, along with some cots..."

"Wait," Bree held her hand up, narrowing her eyes at Davenport, "Cots?!" She groaned.

Davenport smiled devilishly. "Kiss your weekend goodbye!"

"Cool, sleepover!" Adam shouted. Bree and I groaned. This was going to be a long weekend.

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