Hey guys! I think I should tell you I'm rather new to this archive with this being my first multi-chaptered Lab Rats story here. I also hope you don't mind an AN at the beginning of the chapters, 'cause it's Always gonna be here. This takes place before "you posted what?". That's it; all I have to say now is...

...Enjoy this story!

-Writer207

Adam decided that, if they made it, he'd go out running one mile each day.

The bionic soldiers were coming, which meant they needed to run from them, and the running was definitely tiring him. He wasn't the only one, though. Next to him, Bree was puffing and hoping they could stop and rest for a while. The only one not having trouble with this run was Chase. If anyone could outrun the soldiers without super speed, it was him.

These three longed back to the old days in which Leo hadn't showed up. And even if it was mere months back, it felt like a lifetime. And now, it seemed the future had wanted to taunt them with these lands, no civilization visible, and almost nothing to do except to run these barren lands with rocky hills until they were caught.

"Chase!" Chase stopped as he heard Bree's voice. He turned his head, irritated and worried. His two siblings looked bad, even worse than before. But most of all, they were exhausted, tired of the running. He ran back and he stopped in front of them. He too was getting tired, but he needed to keep them together. He couldn't leave them behind. And the soldiers, few miles away, came closer. They were lucky Davenport wasn't smart enough to have them geo-leap to them, or have them use their super-speed. He had the feeling Davenport liked the cat-and-moue game they had been playing. But altogether, they were losing time, realized the youngest sibling.

And if they were losing time, they would get caught earlier. If they got caught earlier, they'd meet Davenport. If they'd meet Davenport, they were lost. If they were lost, they'd probably die. The first victim would probably suffer most, would probably be tortured the longest. The second victim would scream for the first sibling, would scream for the last victim to do something. And the last one would either fight in anger and sorrow, or would just watch the dead bodies and wish to die, to join the others. Chase could almost hear their screams…

No! He told himself, not here, not now! Control it. He tried to calm down and ban the thoughts from his head to focus on the present instead of the future. Bree and Adam were still exhausted, and the soldiers came running to them with normal speed.

"Get up! C'mon, get up!" He said as he tried to pull Bree on her legs. Adam, who had been panting and still was panting, now stood up and also tried to help Bree up. But even if they pulled her up, she fell down again, sobbing. They barely slept these days and nobody liked what was coming for them, eventually.

"Chase, I can't do this anymore!" she said, and Chase shook his head. No, he wasn't going to leave her behind. If he had to, he'd carry her on his back. If she ever got on his back.

"Yes, you can. Now c'mon!" He pulled her up many times, but she just wouldn't stand up. "Bree! C'mon, we can make it! All of us can make it!"

"Tell that to Leo and Marcus!" she yelled back, and Chase threw his hands in the air. Girls… the most complicated creatures on Earth. He was about to try to pull her up again, when she said something. Chase couldn't believe his ear. "Go! Leave without me! I'm only holding you guys back."

"Not without you." Chase said stubbornly, shaking his head. No second later, he felt how Adam put his hand on his shoulder, because who else could it be?

"Chase, Bree is right."

"Shut up, you idiot!" Chase snarled at him. Adam didn't flinch, because he knew Chase didn't really mean it. That didn't mean Adam wouldn't defend his sister, though. He hated leaving her behind, but they had to face reality: she really was holding them back. And if she willingly wanted to stay and be caught by Davenport's bionic soldiers…

"Chase…" Adam began, "If Bree wants to stay behind, we need to respect her choice. After all, what are we if we deny someone the right to make his or her own choice? Who are we to decide who the leader is, and who the follower? And if we…"

"That's enough," Chase interrupted him roughly, having heard enough of Adam's usual meaningless, pointless blabber. "You've convinced me. Now come on!" He added as he saw the soldiers had just a few more miles to go. They didn't have super speed, but they still did run quite fast. Adam was surprised by the quick change of mind of his younger brother.

"You mean, right now?" Adam said, and Chase sighed. He hit the back of Adam's head, and the older brother rubbed the place where Chase hit him.

"Yeah, right now, genius! Because if we wait too long…" he didn't finish this sentence on purpose and started running, not looking back for his sister. Adam did look back once, nodding at her. She nodded back, still sitting on the ground, still sobbing. He quickly followed his younger brother, leaving his baby sister behind. He looked back one more time, just a quick glance that took less than a second, and he saw how she eventually had the courage to stand up and defend herself from the soldiers.

Adam smiled. That's my sis.

They kept running, not looking back. In the beginning, there were twenty soldiers. Five were injured during the chase; five went after Marcus and five apprehended Leo. The last five should have no trouble retrieving Adam, Bree and Chase. Three were following Adam and Chase, so two stayed behind with Bree.

The two brothers entered a space with some rocks around some hills, making perfect hiding positions. They could easily fool the super soldiers, but they'd be sitting uncomfortable too. But comfort was the last thing they thought about. They stopped after a big rock hill, and Adam scanned the place for hiding places. Eventually, he found the perfect spot where they'd never look. At least, he hoped they would never look there. With a bit of luck, the soldiers would just continue running.

Adam pointed at their hiding place, and the two ran in silence to that place as fast as they could. The space was limited, but both were invisible from the soldiers, who were wondering where the two teenagers were. Now they hoped none of the three had scanners and could find them within a matter of seconds. He sighed in relief – for now, they were safe – and soon, the three thought to have heard something and ran away from them. They got a bit of rest.

They didn't dare to talk, because some of the soldiers might pass them, and they needed to be quiet and survive. They stayed silent for some time. Chase was getting bored and wanted to speak Adam, but he always signed his younger brother to shut up by placing a finger for his mouth. Chase didn't like the silence, but he knew he shouldn't be taking the risk.

One loud, high scream pierced through the sky, loud and clear as if the boys were standing next to her as Bree screamed for help. They're eyes widened and they flinched as another scream was heard. Adam stayed calm on the outside, and told himself it was just a recording. She had screamed before in the presence of Davenport, and maybe the man had recorded it. Yes, that must be it… it's just a recording…

He turned his head to Chase and cursed himself for not checking on his sensible brother earlier. Chase was visibly trembling with closed eyes. Adam knew all too well what that meant, and he grabbed his brother by his shoulders. During the next moments, he didn't care if the soldiers caught or killed them – the most important thing right now was to calm his little brother or get out of there.

"Chase, listen to me," Adam began to talk, trying to get Chase's attention, "Hey, Chase! Chase, open your eyes, please! Stay with me." Chase opened his eyes, looking at his older brother.

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" he sounded desperate, but his voice hadn't gotten lower yet. It hadn't changed yet. Good. This was good. As long as Chase was in control, everything was going to be fine. As long as he was fine, he wouldn't show up.

"Talk to me, Chase. Say something, I don't care about what. Maybe you could talk about… football. Yes, talk to me about football. You like football, do you?" Keep him distracted. Calm him down. Do not let him down. Those small little phrases were repeated and Adam still remembered them, even if he learned them as a child to help Chase.

Chase nodded and started to talk. It didn't go too well, but after the first words rolled out, the young quarterback didn't have much trouble talking about football while Adam normally didn't want to talk about that foolish sport.

Adam's eyes widened again as they heard a third scream from Bree. Chase looked around. He stopped talking, and fear took over again. After a while, he shut his eyes, put his hands over his ears and shut the world out. He heard Adam faintly shouting his name, begging him to talk to him, but Chase couldn't do that. He didn't want to hear how Bree suffered, he didn't want to hear how she was getting hurt, which made him suffer mentally too.

Tears welled up in his eyes. He just heard how Adam stood up and run away and if Chase wasn't covering his face, he would've nodded. It was the right thing to do, because Spike was about to show up – and Spike hated Adam so much he could kill the oldest sibling when he had the chance.