Title: "The A-Bionic Chronicles"

Rating: T, just to be safe

Genre: Family, Friendship

Pairing(s): just Donald/Tasha and some Leo/Janelle for now

Summary: Leo records certain events in his antitypical life that revolves around a genius, billionaire stepfather, an overly concerned mother, his bionic siblings, and a seemingly invincible antagonist in a high-tech journal. Episode tag to Season Two's episodes.

Notes: I've had this idea kind of tossing around in my head for a while now, so I gotta do it. That, and I'm so excited for the second season! I adored the first season of Lab Rats, and I hope they keep up with the fantastic episodes. I have to warn you, though: this fic will contain major spoilers for each episode. Unless I skip one or a few, they will come as new episodes come and will revolve around that.

First Lab Rats fic, but I sincerely hope everyone will enjoy!

Episode Tag to: Speed Trapped

Chronicle 001

Chapter: Override

Password: *********

Date: 04.01.13

Time: 7: 36 PM

So Big D decided that it will be a good idea for me to have a diary. That would have been great, except for two facts: (1) I'm fourteen, and (2) I'm a guy. Generally, guys do not keep any journals, much more so write on one. But it's the weekend, and I'm bored, so I thought that I might as well give it a go.

Everything started a few days ago when Marcus—who will be known as Eyebrows from this point forward—invited Adam, Bree, and Chase to the opening of Froyo-A-Go-Go. Ever since he showed up at school, he's been trying to slither his way to the top of my family's friends list. It wasn't hard for him to accomplish that, because they're so trusting.

I knew he was up to no good when I found out that they snuck out to meet him. Of course I had to do something.

I tried to keep the three of them safe by telling them to come back home. That wasn't so hard, was it? But no. Definitely not. They wouldn't listen to me. They want to stay with that evil Eyebrows.

Just when I thought that he finally surrendered by letting them go, I find myself in a life-and-death situation after getting inside Big D's new car for a drive back to our house.

Here's what happened in a nutshell: high-speed death trap activated; travels towards the bottom of the Pacific Ocean in 300 mph; Bree attempts to super speed towards the car to get me out, fails; Chase tries to override the car via satellite, fails; Adam and Chase tag team to fry the circuits to stop it, succeeds. Those were pretty much the hype of the night. We got Big D's wheels back to the garage in a relatively good shape, and we didn't get in any trouble.

Sounds good, right?

Though, I would have rather been grounded for a week, maybe even a month than get that visit from Eyebrows right before bedtime. I knew he couldn't be trusted. He's way too secretive and manipulative. If anyone knows anything about those things, that would be me (because, I will admit, I've used those tactics to get into my mother's good side…which epically fails on a normal basis). He shot a laser beam at me! Before that time, Adam was the only person I knew who could do that!

Well, Adam and Superman and Cyclops, at least.

But that's not the point! He's bionic, and he holds more cards than I do. He knows my family's secret. He can take away and possibly erase Adam, Bree, and Chase from the face of this planet. He could destroy Big D big time. He could break the family that my mom loves the most. He could break her heart.

What could I do? I can't tell anyone unless I'm willing to risk them, and I am not—ever. I love those guys. They're my family. I can't imagine being without them. I can't imagine life without my siblings. If I dumpster dived to save them just after a few days of meeting them, it's not a mystery what I'd do now after months of being with them.

I hate thinking about it, but I can't help myself. It kept me up that night. I sleep later than my bedtime anyways since I always play Mario Kart in my DS while under the covers, but that time it was different. I just keep seeing men in suits dragging away my brothers and my sister, the bank people taking away Big D's things as they kick him out of his house, and my mom crying like how she did when. . .before.

Let's just say before.

That replays over and over, like a bad telenovela on the brink of the series finale. Well, a very cool one, but it's still terrifying.

It didn't get any better the next day. Mom was so happy about her Eddy-less anniversary dinner that she decided to cook a big weekend breakfast. Big D, Adam, and Chase were very excited about it, especially because of the huge, yummy-looking chocolate chip pancake stack sitting in the middle of the table. Who could blame them? My mom is not stingy with the 'chips,' and she makes them pretty good. Even Bree, who usually doesn't like eating with us in the mornings, had to join us just to taste it.

I haven't asked Mom what she puts in them, but whatever those are it made them talk and laugh. Everyone was having a good time. Everyone, but me. I felt guiltier and more miserable, especially when I remember how much trouble we could be in if I slip and say something.

So I lied. I told them I wasn't hungry. Then I left them and went back upstairs.

I sat on my bed for some time with my stomach growling like a lion. Thankfully, I found a two day old, half-eaten cinnamon swirl at the bottom of my backpack. It tasted vaguely of pencil shavings and crayons, but it's better than nothing.

I guess the others didn't buy my story. At least not much. Big D and Mom came into my room and asked if I was okay. I told them I was. Big D asked if I was getting sick. I told him I wasn't, and then I asked if they could leave because I want to go back to sleep.

They agreed and left. I felt worse. If that wasn't bad enough, Adam, Bree, and Chase also stopped by to ask what was wrong. I told them nothing. They asked if I wanted to see them train; Chase wanted to practice that force field shot that they did last night. I said no. They asked why not. I said I don't feel like it. They laughed and said that I have never refused to stick my nose in their business before. I had to get a little rough and request them—because I don't have the guts to yell at them—to get out of my room.

They left disappointed and more worried, but it's for the best. As soon as Eddy was rebooted, I asked him to lock me in my room until I give him the signal to let me out. He said something along the lines of a 'rebellious teenager' and him 'liking it' because it would make my mother unhappy before doing what I asked.

The next few days went on like that: Mom would try to cook big breakfasts and dinners to lure me out, making dishes she knew I love, I refused, they ask me if I was okay, I'd say yeah, and then I collected food supply from downstairs like a ninja squirrel getting ready for winter. When I'm done, Eddy would lock me in, and I would be non-existent to the world except for our maniacal home system and my pet hamster, Pascal.

By Monday, everyone's freaking out. I could tell, because Big D asked me to stay behind while dropping us off to 'talk,' which translates into 'interrogate.' I made the excuse that I had to finish my homework before jumping out of the car so Big D couldn't trap me. Adam showed his concern by collecting more chewed up gum from his history class to give it to me. Bree offered to take me to all my classes that day. Chase even promised to do my schoolwork for me if only I would visit them in the lab.

They were smashing good offers, but I can't. Partly because I couldn't stomach sharing other people's used gum, couldn't spend the whole day with my sister and couldn't go to the lab in a time like this. But mostly, it's because I just remember what I couldn't do when I see any of them. I get mad at myself for being so normal. Then I get mad at them for never listening to me. Then I get mad at myself again for getting mad at them, and it gets too confusing and frustrating to even think about.

I figured that the best way to solve it is to walk away, and that's just what I did to them.

You know, now that I got this all out of my chest, I'm starting to realize that I'm so sentimental. But I guess that's fine. I feel a little better, and showing emotion is good for the ladies.

Anyways, it wasn't hard to see that I'm kind of hurting those ones I have to protect. Oh, they're displeased. Including Eyebrows, who had shown up from time to time to check on me and to give me an emotional beatdown. He even had the nerve to tell me to lighten up a bit so that the others wouldn't get too suspicious, but that race had been run. Plus, I'm not going to let him control me. That's a line he couldn't and shouldn't cross.

This all sounds bad, but there are some good that came from it. Since I had nothing to do while I'm on a personally mandated house arrest, I was able to do every single one of my homework, finish my projects, and study for tests. I learned a few things.

Like in AP Biology. The root word 'a-' means 'not.' Take the word 'arrhythmia.' Arrhythmia refers to how the heart beats, and it means, simply put, 'not in rhythm.' For example: Leo experiences arrhythmia whenever Marcus hangs around Adam, Bree, and Chase.

There's also the word 'abiotic.' It means 'not living.' For example: If he doesn't keep his mouth shut about Marcus' secret, Leo will become abiotic.

I became a very educated man during my confinement. So, during the next few days, I aced all of my pop quizzes and chapter tests! Usually, when I break the news to my mom, we would have an hour-long conversation on what a proper reward should be. But yesterday, since I've gotten somewhat used to not lingering around her, I accepted a smothering hug from her before going back to my room.

There were tears, I think, but I wasn't too sure if it was from her because she was crying or if it was from me because my spleen was being crushed to a pulp. I couldn't really remember. I may or may not have passed out.

There was also the visit from Big D after dinner last night. Eddy said he had to betray me so he wouldn't get deactivated before he opened the door so Big D could come in. I was in the middle of training Pascal how to play dead in case Eyebrows try to harm him, so I was a little ticked off.

Our conversation went something like this:

Big D: Hey, Leo! How are you doing?

Me: Good. I'm busy. Now go away.

Big D: Your mom cooked pasta tonight. You missed it. She said it was your favorite.

Me: Yeah. Eddy told me. Just leave the whole pan in front of my door. I'll get it later. Goodnight.

Big D: Leo. Come on. Can't you at least tell me what's happening?

Me: I'm playing with Pascal. …He does look dead, doesn't he?

Big D: Uh…yes?

Me: Good. Good boy, Pascal.

Big D: Leo. Please don't tell me you're playing with a dead animal.

Me: No, but I am teaching him how to play dead.

Big D: Oh, good. I was starting to think you've lost all your marbles.

After that, I guaranteed him I didn't. Then, again, I told him goodnight.

He sat down on my bed and said he wouldn't leave until we talked. There wasn't really a lot of options. My only ally had shut himself down to accommodate his programmer, and sadly I do not have the same feature. So I had to listen to him while he explained that Adam, Bree, and Chase finally told him what happened Friday night. In addition to their punishment for blowing up his new wheels, they will be sentenced to a month of no phones, no TV, and no hanging out with other kids after school.

They accepted that, hoping that it meant that I wouldn't be upset with them anymore.

After thinking about it, I told him that it wasn't necessary. Sure, I was mad at them, but something else bothered me more than that.

He asked what it was.

I said he wouldn't understand.

That was when he sighed, like he was really disappointed. I thought he was finally going to leave, but then he told me that I was right. He didn't understand, and it was driving him nuts. He mentioned how Mom hadn't been able to sleep well for days and how Adam's, Bree's, and Chase's performance levels have dropped low. He assured me that he wasn't blaming me for them; he just wanted to let me know how whatever's making me sad was making everybody else sad, too.

I apologized. I let him know that it wasn't my intention to.

I guess it wasn't what he needed to hear, because he started talking about how bees react when one of them encounters a problem. They either step on or headbutts another bee. Then, they dance. Not the kind of dance I was thinking of, but they dance by waggling. That lets the other bees know what has happened and what they have to watch out for.

Big D says we're the same way. They may not know exactly what's eating me up, but they recognize that it's there. I may not want their help, but one way or another they'd find a way to change that.

That scared me, especially knowing that that high browed freak is watching us closely. So I copped out by thanking him and saying nothing else.

This time, he bought it. He just smiled, probably feeling that he's helped me feel a whole lot better, and I kind of prefer him to think like that. He's happy and not suspicious, so it's good.

Right at that moment, he pulled out a metallic notebook from his coat and handed it to me. He said it was a job well done gift (from getting A's on my tests), and a little something to cheer me up. When I asked what it was, he told me it was a journal that he invented.

At first glance, it looked like a regular notebook. But when Big D pressed the button right on the bind, the first page turned into a touch screen. He said he customized it and added a few features that I might like. The voice command, for example. If I don't feel like writing or typing in my entries, I can let it do it for me by saying it out loud. It also has a camouflage mode, where I tap the right uppermost part of the screen five times, and the journal turns into a desk clock—like how Transformers do.

It was pretty amusing to watch. It certainly caught Pascal's attention enough to break his 'play dead' concentration.

Most important of all, he said no one could access what is in this journal besides me and him. Each entry I make would require a password that I would set. No other person could get in, not even Chase. If someone tries to alter anything, the biometric recognition will block the person out, and maybe give them a little zap for trying to sneak in.

He promised me that even if he could hack into my entries, he would never do it. He valued my trust on him.

I mentioned that promises are meant to be broken.

He said he would try not to break this one. Then, he patted me in the back and left.

So, this entire three thousand word essay boils down to the fact that I have a diary to entertain myself on this boring Friday night, and I do not want to call it a diary. Diaries are for children seven and under, maybe sixteen and under for teenage girls. Journals are for adults twenty-one and over. I've given a lot of thought on what to call it. Especially with everything that has happened and the people involved, it's a genius fit.

Adam, Bree, and Chase are all bionic. Eyebrows is bionic. With what Big D could do, I wouldn't be surprised if he finds a way to become bionic. Of course Mom would be included since she's part of the Davenport package deal now—although it makes me gag a little to think about that. Eddy's technically one, and even this diary is, too. Besides Pascal and the flowers outside, I'm the only living creature in this house that is not bionic.

Therefore, ladies and gentlemen, the A-Bionic Chronicles is born.

Signed,

Leo Francis Dooley

P.S: Really, Big D? Biometrics that include my middle name?!

End of Chapter Override

Re-Enter Password: *********

Date: 04.01.13

Time: 11:52 PM

In Speed Trapped, what was the title Leo gave himself after Davenport asked him to watch after Adam, Bree, and Chase?

You may answer if you want to, but you don't have to. Reviews are still very much appreciated!