4-year-old Adam, 3-year-old Bree, and 2-year-olds Chase and Chelsea were all sitting there listening to Mr. Davenport reading a book. Adam got bored and stood up. He grabbed the book out of Davenport's hand and threw it across the room.
"Adam!" Davenport scolded.
"Dat book stupid!" Adam yelled.
"Well, Adam. There are better ways to convey your feelings."
"I want play!" Adam said.
"Me too!" Bree stood up and started to run around.
Bree knocked into a desk, knocking one of Mr. Davenport's new inventions off of it. The invention fell to the ground, breaking with a loud crash. Chelsea jumped at the noise and disappeared. Adam, Bree, and Chase all looked around.
"Chelsea?" Davenport questioned.
There was a small noise coming from where Chelsea had been sitting. Davenport stood up and reached down at the spot. He picked up the invisible baby. He set her down on the desk and did some typy typy.
"Ah," Davenport said. "Looks like Chelsea's found one of her abilities."
"What it?" Bree asked.
"Yeah," Adam said. "Where she?"
"She's right here," Davenport gestured to the spot in front of him where invisible Chelsea sat. "She has the Invisibility App."
"Dat why we can't see her?" Adam asked.
"Yup," Davenport said. He picked up Chelsea, who soon became visible again. She and Chase both yawned. "Nap time."
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"Catch me if you can!" 4-year-old Bree yelled as she was running away from Mr. Davenport. She giggled. Davenport was trying to get her to clean up her toys. She didn't want to clean up though, she just wanted to play. He chased after her all over the lab.
5-year-old Adam, 3-year-old Chase, and Chelsea were sitting at the cyber-desk, coloring. Their legs hanging off the floor from sitting in the tall chairs. The twins were swinging their legs a little. Chelsea set down her crayon and looked at the crayons on the table. The crayon she wanted was across the table, too far for her to reach.
"Ady, Chel-Chel want gween cwayon," Chase said. Both of the twins could talk, well enough anyway, but Chelsea doesn't like talking. She only talked when absolutely necessary.
Adam picked up the green crayon that was next to him and held it out to Chelsea. "Here, Chel-Chel." Chelsea took the crayon and smiled a thanks to her big brother. "You're welcome."
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5-year-old Bree sat on the couch in the lab. She just got done with training for the day. It was mostly just practicing her super speed.
A little head with pigtails popped up next to her over the arm of the couch. "Bee?" Chelsea asked in her cute, little squeaky voice.
"Yeah, Cee-Sea(or Cee-Cee)?" Bree asked, looking at her 4-year-old sister.
"Play with me?" Chelsea asked, tilting her head.
"Sure," Bree smiled as her little sister smiled. "Whatcha ya wanna do?"
Chelsea shrugged. "I dunno."
"Dress up?" Bree asked.
"Sure," Chelsea squeaked. Bree got up and grabbed her hand. They went over to the corner of the lab where they had toys and a box of dress up clothes.
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FanficThe first, however many chapters, were originally in my Lab Rats oneshot book. I decided to make it its own thing. I somewhat rewrote the chapter I already posted on that. If you already read them, you don't have to reread them, but I tried to make...
