Chapter 1:

An Ordinary Day

AN: So, here's my new story! I hope you like it! I'm just letting you know, I don't know how good it is going to be, since I don't know that much about gadgets and Lab Rats stuff. But I recently became obsessed with the show, so I thought I'd try this out. You know, I hadn't wanted to watch Lab Rats at first, because it seemed kind of dumb. But a while back, I watched Bionic Showdown, and I found it actually had a pretty good plotline. So, yeah. Now I'm obsessed. Also, this story is a sequel to my first story, Jessie: Fight for Freedom. If you haven't read it, I suggest you go back and do so, otherwise some of this stuff won't make much sense. But I hope I explain it pretty well. Well, here we go! I give you...CHAPTER 1! Oh, and this takes place just after Three Minus Bree. Have a great day! God Bless You, fellow writers! :)


19 year old Jessie Prescott peered closely at the math textbook in front of her. "If x^2 +10x +5 = 0, then what does 'x' equal?" When she didn't recieve a response from her charge, she snapped her fingers in front of the 14 year old's face. "Mary! Focus here. Do the problem."

14 year old Mary Ross heaved an exaggerated sigh. She and Jessie, the nanny to her and her siblings, were sitting at the kitchen table of the family's penthouse. Jessie was trying to help Mary with her math, but it wasn't going exactly as planned.

"What does 'x' equal?" Jessie persisted.

Mary shrugged carelessly. "I don't know. Two?"

Jessie rolled her eyes impatiently. "Mary, I know you hate doing this, but the sooner you finish, the sooner you can go."

Despite much reluctance, Mary scribbled out the problem on her notebook paper. Within 30 seconds it was solved. "X = and. "

Jessie smiled. "Right. See, that wasn't so hard."

"Can I go now?"

Jessie sighed. "Fine."

Mary began organizing her books. "I don't even see why we need to do this, Jessie," she complained. "I mean, the tutor cleared me, and its July, for Pete's sake!"

Three months ago, Morgan Ross, a movie director, and his wife Christina, a fashion designer, had adopted Luke Ross, Mary's twin brother, and Mary, after a large dispute with their biological father, Thomas Olsen. Long story short, it had taken nearly four months to get legal custody of the two children. In the midst of it all, the Ross's discovered that Thomas, in need of money, had never sent Mary to school, having her instead get a job. Since she had never been to school, Mary couldn't read, and though Luke had taught her some, her knowledge on other subjects was sorely lacking, and their parents had immediately hired a tutor.

It wasn't that Mary was stupid. In fact, she absorbed what she learned rather quickly. It was just that she found the tutors so annoying and bossy. Being from the streets of Detroit, Michigan, Mary had hardly ever been told what to do. So the tutors came as sort of a shock to her. She had had to go through nearly 10 different tutors before one finally cleared her that she could go to school. Yet, Jessie still felt the need to tutor her every day.

"I'm just trying to help you," Jessie explained. "So that in the fall, you can be at the same level as the other kids."

Mary opened her mouth to answer when the BRING BRING of her cellphone snapped all eyes to the counter. Mary glanced at the caller id, rolled her eyes, and flipped the phone open.

"What, Luke?! What?" She practically shouted in annoyance.

"Are you guys done yet?" Came 14 year old Luke Ross's impatient voice through the speaker.

"Yeah, we're done. Sorry for trying learn for once."

"Algebra isn't that hard. I don't see why it takes you so long."

"Says the boy who finished with a 62%."

Luke grinned on the other end of the line, even though his twin couldn't see him. "Says the girl who never went to school."

"Are you guys in the park?" Mary asked, trying to stop a fight before it started.

"Yeah. Hurry up!"

"Okay! Okay! I'm coming!" Mary flipped her phone shut. To be totally honest, Luke and Mary were still adjusting to living under the same roof with their other siblings, 15 year old Emma, 12 year old Ravi, and 10 year old Zuri. And mastering the art of not getting on each other's nerves was skill none of them had yet perfected.

As Mary sat down on a chair and slipped on her sneakers, Bertram, the family's butler, turned to her from where he was silently cleaning the stove. "Hey. When you two get back, could you pick up the mail from Tony?"

Mary looked annoyed. "Why can't you do it?"

"It's so far away," Bertram whined, pitifully stretching his arm out in front of him.

"Fine," Mary reluctantly agreed, standing and heading towards the living room where the elevator was.

"Why don't you just take the service stairs?" Jessie suggested, pulling a can of soda out of the fridge. "It's quicker, and you won't have to stop for everyone along the way."

Mary turned from where she was standing at the swinging door that led to the living room. "But it's so far," she whined in a mocking tone. She sent Bertram a sly grin.

Bertram gave her a dirty look in response.


When Luke finally caught sight of his sister climbing out of the taxi cab and onto the pavement of Central Park, he was seething. Mary wouldn't perform in his dance group, no matter how much he begged. So he and his buddies had given her the jobs of Secretary and coach. As Secretary, she was supposed to keep track of all their performances, (which were really only little 5 minute shows in the park, but Mary was trying to get them to tap ance for senior citizens,) and to just take little notes on how well they were each doing. That, being a fairly easy job, was one that Mary did with ease. As for the coach, that was another story.

Though Luke knew his sister wanted to go to school, he didn't see a need for her to be tutored everyday. And besides, it really cut into her coaching time. She was hardly ever there.

As soon as Mary was close to him, he started. "Where were you?" He demanded.

"Didn't we literally just have this conversation? I was doing algebra."

"I mean after that." Luke was almost walking sideways so that he could scold his sister as he walked. "We hung up, like, 20 minutes ago!"

"Geez, Luke, just chill! There was traffic, that's all."

"Mary, you're missing almost all of our rehearsals!"

"I don't even think these count as rehearsals! You guys practice on cement near a swing set. And half the time, you crash into it!"

"All I'm saying is that you need to start showing some commitment to your job!"

"Commitment?! Luke, I didn't even want to be in the group!"

"Well, you're in it now, so deal with it!"


The rehearsal was awful. The group, for some reason, was having a bad day, and instead of getting tips, people actually started taking back their money. Eventually, a fight ensued, and the five children stalked out of the park 20 minutes earlier then usual. For the remainder of the night, neither twin spoke to each other, and the tension hanging over the penthouse that night was thicker than a blanket.

As Mary was drifting off to sleep, a knock sounded at her door. Before she could reply, it created open to reveal Luke standing sheepishly in the doorway.

"Can we talk?" He asked quietly.

Mary sat up. "Sure."

Luke softly closed the door behind him, then came and sat on the edge of Mary's bed. Neither spoke for a moment.

"What's been going on lately?" Luke finally said, meeting his sister's eyes. "It's...it's like we can't stand be near each other."

Mary shook her head. "We're siblings, Luke. Siblings fight."

"I know that."

"Hey, we're the only kids in this family who're actually blood. Doesn't that mean we should hate each other more?"

Luke looked away. "I don't know. I mean, we were so close in Detroit."

"Luke, we had to be. We had to be close to survive."

Luke scoffed. "So, that's what our whole sibling bond was based off? Survival?"

"Maybe! I don't know! All I know is that I'm having second thoughts on being adopted."

Luke froze. "You don't mean that," he said quietly.

"Maybe I do," Mary retorted.

"Mary, do you know how much mom and dad fought for us?!"

Mary pointed her finger at Luke. " I know how much they fought for you. Mom didn't even want me!"

"Oh, so now this is all about you!"

"No, it's not all about me!" Mary cried, raising her voice to the point that Luke feared the others would wake. "Here's the thing: we lived separated from each other for nine years. It's gonna take more than two months and some papers to adjust to living together!."

Luke ran a hand through his hair. "So, why did you let them adopt you? Huh? Did you do it because of the money?"

Mary's jaw dropped. "How dare you say that to me! I would never-"

Suddenly, Mary's cellphone went off, making both twins jump. Mary kicked off the blankets and crossed to dresser. She glanced at the caller ID, rolled her eyes, and flicked it open.

"Chase Davenport!" She scolded into the phone. "Do you have any idea what time it is?!"

"Who's Chase?" Luke demanded.

Mary ignored him. What captured her attention was Chase's frantic voice on the other line.

"Mary, you guys have to get out of there now!" He warned.

Mary was confused. "Wait, why? What's the matter?"

"Just get out of there! Go to the panic room! I'll explain when we get there."

"You're coming?! Wait, what?! Chase!"

The line went dead.

"Chase! Chase!" Mary yelled, tapping the speaker.

"Who's Chase?" Luke asked again.

"Shhh," Mary said, stopping still.

"But-"

"Just shut up!" Mary said, and Luke stopped.

Mary glanced at him, then to the window of her room. "Listen...do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That."

From outside came a low rumbling. It grew steadily louder.

Mary swung around. "Get down!" She yelled.

Luke obeyed.

Mary scrambled across her bed and hunched down next to Luke. She covered the back of her head with her hands, just as the rumble grew to a roar, and something crashed through the wall of the bedroom.


AN: So, what'd you think? I know it's a slow start, but I promise you the next chapter is better. Please review! And be nice! Have a great day! God Bless You, fellow writers! :)