Identities

Morris' Moving Day

AN:/ This is my Lab Rats fanfic, and it takes place before the episode where the kids defeated Krane. Everything before that has happened. Just keep that in mind.

Also, I do not own "Lab Rats" or any of the characters except for Adelaide.

Thank you. Read on.

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The lights turn off in my unit. The blackness surrounds me like a protective cloak, making me feel safe and sound. The gentle buzzing of the heater kicks on, and it almost sounds like a lullaby. After all, for the past few months that I've been living here, I had to fall asleep to that noise every night. Now, it's kind of pleasant.

Once my eyes gently shut and I hear Uncle Vic begin to snore, I feel a tingling feeling on my leg, like something's biting me. "AAAAAH!" I scream, and practically jump out of bed.

Uncle Vic practically flies into my bedroom, Doug on his heels. "What happened?" my uncle asks in his angry voice. He doesn't enjoy getting woken up, especially by me, a useless girl who he just has to watch for another few months.

"I-I think something bit me. My leg's bleeding, and it was all tingly."

"Ah, it's just Morris," Doug says calmly. Both Uncle Vic and I give him confused glares. "What? He's my pet iguana tarantula hybrid!"

Uncle Vic storms over to Doug and snatches Morris out of Doug's hands. "This is what you're using my eighty million dollars for? Dang it, Douglas! We've got better things to do than create vicious... and strange looking hybrids!"

Now that the arachnid-reptile is out of my bed, I climb back in it and try to fall asleep. It's not easy since Doug and Uncle Vic are still arguing IN MY BEDROOM. I stifle a sigh and tune them out, my thoughts drifting towards tomorrow, my first day of school.

All throughout my life, I've never gone to actual school. Homeschooling was all I'd ever known, but public school is a way to get me out of Uncle Vic's hair. I've seen it in movies, and it looks really fun. You get time to chat with your friends, meet cute guys, and talk bad about your horribly mean teachers. I can't wait.

There's only one catch to this whole school thing though. I can't talk to the Davenports. It's Uncle Vic's biggest rule. I can't ask him about them, I can't say their names, and I don't even think they can enter my thoughts. How can I not talk to them if I don't know what they look like though? I mean, I was never showed pictures, seen videos, or showed simple stick figure sketches of them.

Even though I can't ever mention them, Doug and Uncle Vic sure can. They're all those two talk about. Destroy them, take them down, give them the app update soon. Why do they need app updates? Unless it's like Subway Surfers with its gazillion updates, their phones don't need to have apps updated furiously.

I wish I had a phone. I could call my dad and tell him everything that's going on. I could tell him about school, how Uncle Vic's doing, and tell him that Doug has almost lost his maturity. Almost. That spider-lizard thing got him just an inch away from that thin, thin line.

"You need to get Morris out of here!" Uncle Vic booms. Right. I forgot they were still in here.

"You can't take away my little scaly, eight-legged friend! I love him!"

Uncle Vic snatches Morris from Doug. "He's a freaky creature, not your wife."

Somehow, Doug gets his lizantula back again, and he's cradling it close to his chest. "I don't have a wife. And as for a freaky creature, you should know well enough what one looks like." Uncle Vic doesn't take offense. He knows his face is hideous. It's one of the many things he's accepted... like having his teenage niece live with him for a year. I still don't know why his face is all scratched up. He won't tell me, and neither will Doug.