The fourth bionic (Season 1) ~ Lab Rats FanFic

Mission: Space

Adam and I both walk out of history. I HATE history. Who cares what happened in the past, it's not gunna change the future! We meet up with the others and walk down the stairs.

"Oh, I love history class! Someone is always leaving me a little piece of gum stuck under my desk." Adam smiles.

"Adam, please tell me you didn't." Chase asks and I agree. Unfortunately Adam did and he pops a bubble from the gum someone put under his desk.

"He did." I cringe.

"He totally did." Bree says disgusted.

"Oh. Guys, don't look now, but here comes that guy none of us like. Marcus." Leo tells us and we all turn to see Marcus.

"M-dog!" We all, except Leo, say cheerfully and have a huge group hug.

"Wait. Hold the phone. Hold the phone, hold the freaky-deaky phone. "M-dog"?" Leo pushes us away from Marcus with one of his annoyed faces.

"Yeah. Bro's call each other by nicknames." Chase explains.

"Well, I'm your actual bro and you don't call me by a nickname." Leo tells us. Actually, we do. I call you mini man and Sleep ruiner.

"Actually, we do. We just choose not to do it in your presence. Mr. Tiny McLittlestein" Adam strokes Leo's hair and I laugh. I cannot believe I forgot about that one.

"Hey, Marcus, what are you up to this weekend?" I ask. I'm not nosey, I'm just starting a conversation.

"Ah, my dad's out of town so I'll be stuck home alone with my grandma." Marcus shrugs with annoyance.

"Aha! You said your grandma was dead." Leo points his finger accusingly.

"The other grandma. But thanks for reminding me." Marcus starts to get emotional and I put my arm around him.

"I wish I could stay with you guys for the weekend." He looks up at me and then to the guys.

"And I wish you weren't a spastic sociopath with abandonment issues." Leo snaps back.

"Leo, give it a rest." I scold Leo and remove my arm from Marcus. He just does not know when to quit.

"Emily, none of us are safe until the FBI responds to my request for a background check on this "M-dog."" Leo explains. Why would the FBI care about Marcus. *gasp*, is he a fugitive?!

"Look, Marcus, I'm sure you can stay with us. I'll just check with Mr. Davenport." Chase smiles.

"You call your dad "Mr. Davenport"?" Marcus asks with a cocked eyebrow.

"Uh, No. Pssh. No. But you do, and I wanted to make sure you knew who I was talking about." Chase covers.

"Smooth." I whisper to him.

"Okay. Cool. Thanks, guys." Marcus smiles happily as he walks off.

The bell rings and we all begin to walk off when Chase shouts, "Bree, watch out!"

I turn to Bree and watch as the football the jocks was throwing suddenly swerves out the way of Bree's head when Chase sticks his arm out.

"What just happened?" Bree asks.

"Did you just...?" Adam asks Chase confused.

"I think I just moved that ball with my mind." Chase explains.

"I though you did it with your hand." I tell him but he's probably right about he mind thing.

"I didn't know you could do that." Leo says and I nod.