So, the reason this chapter looks so 'professional' is because I FINALLY found the program on my computer that allows me to do italics, fonts, ETC. Also, this is my very first attempt at a songfic, so point out anything I could improve on! And, I did all the quotes from memory, so they may not be right on. Please point those out! You might want to listen to the song while you read. I had to delete the lyrics because I found out you're not supposed to have songfics on here. Thanks! Enjoy!
Story
*O*
Ten year old Bree laughed as Adam lost at Go-Fish again.
The three of them had been playing for hours.
*O*
A brunette girl gaped as she was showered with rotten milk while her brother looked on, laughing.
Bree pressed a button and her two brothers fell into a pool of milk and meat from a magnet.
*O*
Bree was fighting Marcus, trying to save Chase from falling into a fiery hole.
Adam hit the switch to close it just as he fell.
*O*
Bree was deep in thought while her brothers were on a mission.
She looked up just as Donald entered the room. "Oh, good! You're back! Where are Adam and Chase?"
He gave her a harsh look. "Putting their gear away."
Her face fell.
*O*
A girl sat under a tree, her eyes filled with tears.
A kid with spikey hair came to comfort her, followed by a taller, older boy.
"It's going to be okay."
*O*
Bree sped into the warehouse wearing a white shirt with rainbow bike tracks on it. "You'll never believe where I've been."
Adam tried to guess. "Ooh! You had a collision with a poodle on a tricycle who works at a paint factory!"
*O*
Two girls were fighting in a warehouse,
each moving at the speed of sound.
Then, the one with black hair landed a lucky kick, and Bree fell to the ground.
A boy hit a man with a fireball, and he collapsed to ground.
"Krane!"
The girl on the ground spun and kicked the other, sending her to the ground. Bree hopped up, and got into a defencive stance, seeing her opponent knocked out.
*O*
"Come on Adam! Just a little closer!" Bree called from inside her space suit.
She could almost feel his hand, he just had to reach.
Chase moved his brother just a little closer to her using his molecular kinesis.
Bree grasped his hand and smiled.
*O*
"Well, at least now you know Douglas is your real father." Donald said with a sigh.
"No, he's not." Bree firmly stated.
Chase backed her up. "Yeah, he may have created us, but you made us who we are today."
They enveloped each other in a group hug.