Well, I was not expecting this at all. I had not planned to write a sequel; I was just going to leave this as a one-shot and be done with it. But there have been several requests for me to write this, so I did. Just now. Literally. (Edit: I wrote this a few hours after my first story went up, but it will be posted a day or two later because of post limits for newbies like me. Sorry.) This is my latest work at this point. And personally, I think it's pretty good for a fanfic I wrote in five to twenty minutes. I'm not normally going to post stories this "rapid fire." I'm just really excited and really inspired, and I have so much to post.

Oh, and more importantly, thank you guys so much. I was kinda nervous about publishing my writing and "putting myself out there" and such, but I've gotten what feels like a lot of support so far. I'm just going to say it now and have it speak for me for as long as I'm here. Thanks a million times for supporting a newbie-amateur writer like me. I'm the type of person to see a few mistakes in my first story and bang my head against a wall and beat myself up over it, but you guys have made me feel like "Maybe I'm doing alright. Maybe I can do good. Maybe I'm not as bad as I tell myself I am." Even a few nice words in a review can make someone's day ten times better. You guys are swell.

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Adam always wondered what his "Evil Uncle Daddy" felt like trapped inside that ice cube. Was he awake? Was there only cold and dark? Or did he feel a burning sensation like Adam did when he pressed his hand against ice?

Now, looking back at that moment several years ago, Adam knew exactly how he felt.

He had been seeing red. Not the red like the lasers in his eyes. Red like a glowing, pulsing, unnatural red that surrounded his little brother. Red like warmth and fire and…heat.

He had thought they were tricking him. They had done it plenty of times before. In fact, they had been doing so literally the moment before. He could handle the tricks; he was used to them.

But it wasn't a trick this time. It was real. And…he froze. He was stuck in a metaphorical ice cube. He didn't know what to do.

His mind was screaming at him to move. To wipe the smug smile off of his face and save his baby brother. But. He. Couldn't. Move.

He was frozen in place. It seemed to last forever. That moment when something in his brain clicked, and he realized that his brother was dying before him. Everything was thick and slow. A chill went down the back of his neck, his spine, his arms, all the way down to his toes.

He was freezing, cold and still, while his brother was burning, hot and fading fast.

Finally, time clicked back into its normal speed. His brother's name was on his lips as he ran at a speed that rivaled his sister's. He broke the glass. The cold, hard, solid glass of the capsule that had been Chase's bed for years.

Adam hoped with all of his being that it wasn't his deathbed.

Silently, he picked his brother up and laid him back down in a place that wouldn't endanger his life. Mr. Davenport was there suddenly. But Adam could only look at Chase. Chase, who was gasping and speaking softly.

Chase, who was alive.

His brother was thanking him, explaining things. But Adam couldn't say anything.

His body was still consumed by this overwhelming chill. His brother had almost died. And it was his fault. He still felt like he was in that moment before he could move and save him.

Only this time, he couldn't move in time.

Or at all.

He was stuck, trapped.

Frozen in place.

Frozen in time.

He shivered.