Lucky Number Four: A Lab Rats Fan Fiction

Things Could Have Gone a Lot Worse

A/N: I know, I know. My posts have been about as frequent as the Lab Rats: Elite Force episodes this summer (It's funny cuz it's true). But I have some big stuff coming up, so be prepared.

Anyways, I'll let you just read the chapter.

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Dylan's POV

"Truth or Dare?" I say to Bree, who was sitting next to me on the couch at my house. Since none of the parents were home (Davenport and Douglas were having a "brothers day", and Tasha was off on a news assignment), we decided to hang at my place.

"Truth." She answers.

"Okay." I thought for a moment. "What was your longest relationship?"

"Uh, it was Owen, and it was three months." She states (I'm not sure if that's true or not. I'm just making it up). Then she turns to Adam because it was his turn. "Adam, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Adam volunteered unsurprisingly.

"I dare you to go dance on top of Dylan's roof without a shirt." Bree dares with an evil smirk.

"Okay!" Adam says excitedly and runs upstairs.

The rest of us start laughing, but then a crazy plan pops into my head. "Guys, I have an idea." I now have an evil grin on my face as I tell them my plan.

Five minutes and fifty water balloons later, all four of us run outside to see Adam still up on my roof, dancing shirtless.

"Ready?" I ask them quietly. They all nod, so I yell, "Now!" And we all throw the water balloons at him, most of them actually hitting him. All five of us were laughing, just having the greatest time. Eventually Adam got clever and started to use his pressurized lung capacity to freeze the water balloons before they hit him, and then catch them. He chucked them back at us, so Bree, Chase, Leo, and I had to run inside to avoid getting hit by one. We were all laughing so hard that I started crying a little bit.

Adam came down the stairs laughing, although still shirtless and dripping wet. "Okay, who's idea was that?" I could feel all eyes on me.

"Wow guys, thanks for ratting me out." I says sarcastically. Adam walks over to me, then he shakes his all around, making the water go everywhere, specifically onto me. "Aw, ew, gross. You're like a wet dog." He starts rubbing his head on my shoulder, but I push it away repulsively.

"Go get a towel or something." I command, pointing toward the bathroom. He gets about half way there when his, Bree, Chase, and Leo's phones start beeping.

"Ah, that's a mission alert." Chase calls out as they all head for the door.

"Alright, good luck. Be careful." I tell them, and wave in their general direction.

"What do you think you're doing?" Leo turns and asks me.

"Yeah, you're coming with us on this mission." Bree says to me. I give them both confused looks.

"What do you mean?" I ask, completely confused.

"Since they're are no adults home, we have complete control of the mission." Chase pointed out. "Meaning, we choose how we want to run this, so, if we want to bring an extra person on this mission, we will."

"Are you in?" Adam asks intruigingly.

I thought for a brief moment. "Uh, of course I'm in!" I say enthusiastically and we all run out the door.

At the Davenport house, we all change while Chase briefs us on the mission. I just ended up wearing a dark gray zip-up athletic jacket with the Davenport Industries logo on it, black leggings, black knee-high combat boots, and an wireless ear piece just in case we all got split up. I threw my hair into a loose side braid to keep it off of my face, but kept an extra hair tie on my wrist just in case.