(A/N: Heres my new story. First few chapters are kinda short they are mostly Chase and Bree sibling stuff but I will try to add some Adam stuff in there to.)

Chapter 1: A prank gone wrong

Bree

I just finished setting up my prank on my brothers. It's time for some revenge. The boys walk in just and I jump up; hiding the sponge; I was using to put grease on the floor. "Hey guys what are you up to?" I ask trying to be casual.

"6 feet 2 inches!" My idiotic brother replied. And being Adam he had to make a short joke so he turned to Chase. "Oh you don't have to answer, I know growing is a lifelong struggle for you." Chase just rolls his eyes and looks around.

"Wait a second. Whoopee cushion, bucket of ice water, greased floor. Nope nothing suspicious here." He finished sarcastically.

"Do you think I was born tomorrow?" Adam said trying to be smart but failing miserably.

"Ugh. I hate you guys. But I am so going to get you back." I was trying to be scary but I doubt it was working.

"Oh, by all means keep trying. Your failure is adorable." Chase said mockingly. I didn't have a comeback so I just sneered at him until his phone started beeping. He pulls it out to see what it is.

"Guys it's an urgent mission alert. There's a outbreak of a lethal virus in Denver. Bree you need to super speed over there quick."

"I'm on it." I reply. I start to super speed but I slip and fall. I land on my neck. My vision getting blurry. I hear Adam say something about going to Denver. But I wasn't sure. I saw Chase laughing at me before everything went black.

Chase

I cut my laughter off quick. I knew something was wrong. Bree should have stood up by now. She doesn't become a drama queen over injuries. "Bree?" I ask worried. I kneel down to her and turn her over to see he neck was bleeding and she was unconscious.

"Mr. Davenport!" I call out and he runs quickly into the lab.

"Put her in her capsule quickly." I do what I am told. I can't bare to look at my sister and know that it is my fault she is hurt.

Mr. Davenport quickly scans Bree so we know her injuries. "Thank goodness! Her chip is out of place because she hit the table. I just have to readjust it." I did that. I knocked her chip out of place. God this is all my fault.

"Chase..." Bree said groggily. Thank god she is ok.

"Bree! I am so sorry. It is all my fault. It was just supposed to be a stupid prank I never meant for..." I started rambling until Bree cut me off.

"It's not your fault. Brothers are going to prank their sisters. I should have just accepted that."

"Don't worry we will give you a break before we start pranking again." I teased.

"Thank god!" She joked back. I smiled because my sister was ok.