AN: So, hopefully this will be alright. Thanks for reading, and I hope you like it! :D
Bree's PoV:
We had just gotten back from a mission, and now Adam and Chase were arguing. Again. So typical. I had to listen to them on the helicopter, all the way into the lab, and even now, they were still arguing with each other. The only time they had stopped bickering was when we changed out of our mission suit. So now, here I was, sitting on the cyber desk and watching them bicker face to face in front of me.
"Adam, why can't you just LISTEN TO ORDERS?! HAD YOU DONE THAT, WE COULD'VE FINISHED THE MISSION SOONER!" Chase yelled.
"Well, at least I'M NOT A KNOW-IT-ALL WHO CAN'T GET A GIRLFRIEND! HONESTLY CHASE, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE IN CHARGE?!" Adam screamed in response.
"I AM NOT A KNOW-IT-ALL! AND WHAT DOES ME NOT HAVING A GIRLFRIEND HAVE TO DO WITH ANY OF THIS?! AND AS FOR YOUR THIRD QUESTION, I'M IN CHARGE BECAUSE I'M THE MISSION LEADER!"
"BREE!" they both yelled, turning to me so I could resolve their argument.
"Oh no. Nuh uh. I am NOT solving ANOTHER argument between you two. You guys need to learn how to solve your fights on your own. I'm not always gonna be here when you have a fight," I said.
They immediately looked angry, but not at each other. They were angry at me.
"Oh," Chase said angrily, "I get it. When we need you, you're not there. But when you need us, we're always supposed to be there. And we are."
"Yeah," Adam agreed, "Why are you never there for us?! Like on that mission when we had to get the samples of that gas, and you showed up late because you were with Owen! You could've died from that, though by the grace of God, you didn't. Bree, when it comes down to it, you'd rather spend more time with boys you have a crush on than with your family!"
I felt myself want to start crying, but I didn't. "I'm a big girl now," I thought, "I won't cry over every little thing."
"Listen. I know that I spend a lot of time with boys that I have a crush on, and I'm sorry. It's not that I'm trying to ignore you guys, it's just, it's just-
complicated. Okay." I said.
"NO. NOT OKAY. LISTEN, BREE, I'M GOING TO SPEAK FOR BOTH OF US AND JUST SAY IT," Chase said. He glanced at Adam and continued, "YOU'RE A HORRIBLE SISTER! WE HATE YOU!"
Adam nodded in agreement and said, "JUST LEAVE US ALONE, YOU STUPID BITCH! WE NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! GOD, YOU'RE SO DEPENDENT ON THE WHOLE FAMILY, JUST LEAVE ALL OF US ALONE!"
I stood there for a moment, shocked, and I could feel the tears slowly leak out of my eyes. Chase, who I realized had turned into Spike during the argument, and Adam, whose eyes had been glowing red, started to calm down. I saw Chase turn back into Chase, and I saw Adams eyes turn back to their original brown color.
Now, I could feel the tears start to stream from my eyes. They were right. I was a horrible sister. I could see guilt and sadness fill their eyes as I started to quietly sob.
They both stepped towards me in an attempt to comfort, and maybe even hug me, but I stepped away from them. "I'm sorry," I finally croaked out. "I know, you're right, you're both right. I'm sorry, because I know that I've been a really horrible sister. You two have been the best brothers I could've ever asked for, and you've been my best friends since I was old enough to know what a best friend was. I do spend too much time with my crushes, and I'm sorry for that too. You both deserve better than me. You guys and Leo deserve a better sister, and Mr. Davenport and Tasha deserve a better daughter. And since you want me to, I'll leave. Because I don't want to hurt this family more than I already have. I'm sorry, and I'll always love you guys." With that, I super-sped around the lab, gathering a few things that I would need and putting said things into a bag. I supersped upstairs and grabbed some water bottles from the fridge and nonperishable food from one of the cabinets. I put those things inside of my bag also. With that, I supersped out of the house, and I didn't look back.
Mr. Davenport's PoV:
I was drinking coffee and talking in the kitchen with Tasha when I felt a gust of wind. Bree. I looked around, barely catching glances of her speeding around the room. Then I (somewhat) saw her speed out the door. Moments later, Adam and Chase ran into the living room, out of breath and looking panicked.
"Guys?" I asked, "Where's Bree going?"
"We don't know. We- Adam and I, that is, were fighting about something, and we asked Bree to resolve it. By then, Spike had come out, and Adam's eyes were glowing red. She had been solving our fights for a while, so it was natural for us to ask, more like tell, her to resolve said fights. But this time, she said she wouldn't, because she wanted us to solve them on our own, because she won't always be around to solve our arguments. We got mad again, and we yelled some pretty hurtful things at Bree. In the end, we called her a horrible sister, which she's NOT, and we told her to leave, so she apologized and left," Chase said, tears starting to come to his eyes.
"Oh no," I said.
"What?" Adam asked, starting to tear up again.
"Yesterday, Bree was starting to get sick. She insisted that she was fine, so I didn't do anything. Today during the mission, she became even more sick, and she threw up a few times when you guys were separated. If she gets hurt while she's out there, I'm afraid that that, combined with her sickness, will seriously damage her in a way. We need to find her, and fast," I answered.
Adam and Chase looked terrified, and so did Tasha and Leo. I honestly was too, but I had to keep it together for my family.
"Tasha, I want you to go down to the police station and file a missing child report. I'll try to track her chip, but just in case, we're going to need all the help we can get, and that's where the police come in. Boys, I want you to come with me to the lab."
We all ran our separate ways, Tasha to the garage so she could go to the police station, and me and the boys to the lab to track down Bree's chip.
Leo and I typed away rapidly on our computers until Leo said, "Here, I found her! She's in Paris, France."
"Shocker," I mumbled. "Alright guys, you're going to Paris. Leo, call your mom to tell her that we found Bree."
"On it," Leo replied, whipping out his cellphone to call Tasha.
I turned to look at Adam and Chase as I said, "And you two. Don't worry about suiting up, this isn't necessarily a mission. Just get ready to find your sister."
They nodded and left the lab, probably to go talk to Leo. I just hope my little girl is alright.
Bree's PoV:
I was in Paris. Somewhere that I had always wanted to go. But when I fantasized of going to Paris as a little girl, I never thought that I would be sobbing my eyes out. I tried, and tried, and tried, but I couldn't get those words out of my head. The words that I knew were true. All I could hear, all I could see, was my brothers yelling at me. But I knew I deserved it. I was a horrible sister, and I deserved to hear everything that they had told me. I remembered all the times I called them names, all the times I caused them completely unnecessary trouble. I knew it would be better for them if I was never born. I knew it, but that didn't mean that I wanted to accept it. Mainly because I didn't want to know how much of a monster I was.
Memories flashed across my vision. Our first day of school, when the bell went off and Chase had what I guess you could call an episode. I don't know why I didn't help him. I honestly don't, but I should've helped him. I should've hugged him close, and told him that it would be alright. But I didn't. I thought back to all the times I made fun of Adam's intelligence, or really, lack thereof. I should've been nicer to him. But I wasn't. I remembered all the times I could've helped Leo with Janelle, like a big sister should. I should've helped him, but I was too selfish to do so. I thought about how I didn't listen to Mr. Davenport, on missions or in life in general. And Tasha, poor Tasha, who had to put up with all of my girl problems. I know moms had to deal with those things when they had a daughter, but I'm sure that Tasha didn't ask for a daughter when she married Mr. Davenport.
I wiped my hands across my eyes as I walked down a street. Which street, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that it was absolutely beautiful, with lights glowing all around and beautiful parks. I saw people, family, friends, and lovers, in cafes and parks, having the time of their lives. I was so entranced by the beauty that I didn't notice someone come up behind me until they placed a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see a girl, probably about my age and obviously French, standing behind me. She had tears in her eyes, and she was obviously panicked.
"Help! You must help!" she cried, her French accent heavy and thick as she spoke, "My brother! My poor, poor brother! He needs help right away! We were just walking along, going to a cafe, and he started having what I think is a panic attack! You must help!" Without giving me a chance to respond, she grabbed my hand and dragged me away, running as if her life depended on it. And I was just forced to run along, trying to control my superspeed. She had a vice grip, and my hand was starting to really hurt. She led me down several streets, none quite as beautiful as the one I had first been on. Eventually, she led me down a dark alley and stopped.
I looked around, trying to figure out where I was, not that I was that familiar with France. "Where's your brother?" I asked, feeling worse and worse about this every second.
The girl turned to look at me, her long, straight, black hair swishing slightly as she did so. Her green eyes glinted with what I took as mischief as she said, "Behind you."
Before I could turn around, I felt a sharp pain in my head, and I crumpled to the ground. I felt my body being kicked, punched, and spat upon, and I heard them shifting through my bag.
"She doesn't have any money!" the girl cried to her brother. I saw my bag land next to me on the ground, and I heard them run off as I slipped into unconsciousness.
Chase's PoV:
Adam and I walked along the streets of Paris, looking for Bree frantically. Mr. Davenport and Leo were looking on the opposite side of the city. As we passed an alley, I saw something in the corner of my eye. A body.
"Adam, wait. There's someone lying in that alley," I said, holding an arm out in front of my brother in order to stop him. He stopped and looked at me, and then looked in the direction of the alley. We walked down the alley slowly, and as we got closer, I saw familiar brown hair laying out like a halo around the body. Bree.
"Adam, it's Bree!" I exclaimed, somewhat surprised. I had expected (and hoped) that we would find her sitting in a cafe, but of course, no such luck.
We ran to her side and kneeled next to her. I gathered her into my arms and scanned her injuries as Adam called Mr. Davenport. She had a bruised ribcage, a cut on her forehead, a few more bruises and cuts here and there, but what really worried me was the blood on the back of her head. Her hair was matted with semi-dried blood, and I could tell she had a concussion. How she got one, I didn't know, and I didn't care. I just wanted her to be alright. Luckily, she was breathing, albeit a little shallowly. Her pulse was okay, not that strong but not that weak.
I heard footsteps as Mr. Davenport and Leo ran towards us. "Is she alright?" Leo asked, breathing in and out heavily from all the running.
"She has what I think is a concussion, a lot of bruises and scratches, and a bruised ribcage," I reported.
"Alright," Mr. Davenport responded, "Let's go. My high-speed helicopter is waiting, and it's not that far away."
Adam took Bree from my arms and picked her up in a bridal hold effortlessly. I picked up Bree's bag and we started to run towards the helicopter. We all climbed into the helicopter, and Adam layed Bree down on the floor of the helicopter as Mr. Davenport flew the helicopter towards Mission Creek. The only thing I could hope was that my sister, my only sister, would be alright.
AN: SO, there's chapter one. I don't know how many chapters there are going to be, I'll probably just do one, at max two more. Hopefully, that was at least decent, and it wasn't too scattered or something. I hope you liked it, sorry if you didn't. I'll try to update ASAP. Thanks for reading, reviewing, following, and favoriting, if you do! Later! :p