This is a follow up chapter I wasn't intending to do, but Phoenix (guest) requested a sequel chapter. I had to tweak the idea a little, but I hope it's good!

Bree sniffled as the tears poured down her face, and she grasped her brothers' hands tighter.

They all watched in absolute shock and horror as the casket encasing their brother was lowered into the ground. No one moved. It was unreal.

It didn't make sense for Leo Dooley to be the one to die. It was supposed to be her, or Adam or Chase. It was a terrible thing, but that had been the way she'd always assumed it was going to be. They were the originals, they were supposed to die first. She'd imagined it many times in her head, but it never ended like this. She thought she knew that one day, one of them wasn't going to come back, and Leo would be there to pick up the pieces.

Now, those pieces were scattered everywhere, and not just from her, but from everyone. And Leo wasn't there to clean it up.

Taylor was looking almost… uncomprehendingly at the casket, her glasses off, eyes blank. She'd confided in Bree earlier that she was almost glad she couldn't see—she didn't want to see the lifeless body of her teammate, her friend.

Logan was tearing up, a small sob escaping him every once in a while. He stood beside Taylor, supporting the blind girl. She was actually supporting him, too; neither seemed very steady on their feet.

The other bionic students couldn't seem to grasp it either. Spin and Bob in particular were staring at the hole in the ground with shock etched across their features, like they couldn't believe that this was actually happening. They probably couldn't—no one so young should experience loss such as this.

Bree almost couldn't bring herself to look at her parents and creator—but she did. Douglas was very clearly upset, him fidgeting as he realized that he was surrounded by emotionally unstable people—not that he was okay, either.

Mr. Davenport was standing completely still next to Douglas, unblinking, a look of indescribable loss and horror on his face. He was grasping Tasha's hand tightly.

Tasha almost hadn't come. When Bree had relayed Leo's final words to her, her stepmother had broken down. She'd locked herself in Leo's room, refusing to come out for two days until Adam and Chase—with a little help from Taylor—had managed to coax her out. Her face was pale, and she obviously hadn't slept for days.

Bree felt a sudden, indescribable guilt take over her, and she quickly looked away from her stepmother. Unfortunately, that brought her attention to her remaining brothers. Chase's face was blank, but his eyes were glassy and Bree knew he was trying not to cry. Adam obviously was trying to contain himself, because he was trembling so hard, Bree could feel the vibrations spreading to her, too.

One by one, people stepped up and spoke, some to the audience and some to Leo, as though he could hear them: people from Mission Creek High, several students, her parents, and that was almost too hard to watch, she hadn't stopped crying, she wanted to run away.

Because that's all she was good for, right? Running away. She couldn't help. If she could, Leo would be alive.

Just as the casket was about to be buried in dirt, she did something even she wasn't expecting.

"Wait!"

She couldn't help it. She let go of her brothers' hands and surged past the officials, the people burying the casket. She ignored everyone's protests. She simply dropped to her knees beside her youngest brother's body in that box.

"I'm so, so sorry, Leo," she whispered, though she knew he couldn't hear. "I wasn't fast enough. I'm so sorry."

Words had never felt emptier to her in her life. She allowed Adam and Chase to drag her back to her place. She watched as Leo's casket was buried beneath handfuls of dirt. She listened as a few more people spoke, and then as everyone dispersed.

And even when her brothers left, she didn't move. She just stood still for hours, looking, wondering what went wrong.