Hey! I'm finally back again! I've been under a lot of stress lately, but that finally (mostly) went away when I got an extension on a really hard project I've been working on. Seriously, it was keeping me up at night, trying to figure out what to do, but now I don't have to worry about getting it done so soon. Phew.

Anyway, I'm back! And guess what? This story is now a five-shot! Woo! Anywho, this chapter is . . . pretty dark. Again, the whole story is. So beware.

In this process of writing this and doing some thinking, I figured out what the most powerful, dangerous, and deadly bionic ability is. And it's not the one you think it is! In fact, it's never been used to intentionally harm another human being on the show (at least, not in the way I use it). I took that power and twisted around, and the result was something very, very dark, so watch out.

The soundtrack for this chapter is also "Demons" by Imagine Dragons. It fits pretty well, I think, except for perhaps the first part with Krane.

I only edited this once, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes and the like. I don't own Lab Rats! Enjoy . . .

* * * Part III: Power * * *

"Joined Douglas, did we?" Krane hissed, circling Bree. She copied his motion, arms raised, ready for whatever he would do to her.

"He made a pretty good offer," Bree mumbled.

Something was off. She was off her game. Her mind was unstable . . . so were her legs. Everything was entirely off. The new powers . . . the new darkness . . . the new insanity . . .

"It should be easy to destroy you. Picking you off one by one is much wiser than facing the three of you together. Without your precious team, you're much weaker."

Bree's brow furrowed. "I don't need them," she growled. "I'm powerful enough on my own!"

Krane held up his arms. "Prove it."

He intended to trap her. His challenging words were a ploy, a ruse, intended to rile her up. He wanted her to fight him; he wanted her to lose.

Her family was down the hill. How easy would it be for her to run down, throw open the door, and scream for help? Too easy.

You're strong.

You're smart.

Finally.

Do it!

Bree screamed and shoved her palms forward, and in doing so used telekinesis to throw the villain back into one of the trees. He rubbed his head and scowled.

"I learned a few new tricks," Bree said with a smirk.

"I see that," Krane growled. "Well, let's see how your new tricks hold up under my power."

A blast sent her back into the tree. Before she had time to react, another blast knocked her to the ground. A third hit between her should blades and knocked the wind out of her.

"Still pathetic," Krane hissed as he stood above her.

Bree scowled and rolled over. She held out her hands and shot electricity from her fingers. Krane screamed in pain and took a step backwards. As she stood up, he lowered his arms and his frown deepened.

"Nice try, little girl."

"I'm not a little girl anymore." When will they realize that?

She felt her body swell with energy; no wonder Adam loved this blast wave power. With a scream, she let it loose. Krane flew backwards and skidded in the dirt. Bree wiped her brow and walked closer.

Krane looked up at her with a scowl still on his face. "What did you do to yourself?"

Bree met his gaze fearlessly. "Same thing you did to yourself; power's an alluring concept. I'm starting to understand your motives for everything you've done. This world is full of idiots and cruel people. I'm starting to see that you're not wrong for anything you've done. But you're still trying to kill me, and I can't let that happen."

Krane smirked. "I don't suppose you'd consider joining me."

Bree shook her head. "Not in a million years. Forgiveness was never my strong suit."

Krane laughed. "Fair enough. But it doesn't matter, because in a few seconds you'll be dead anyway."

Still on the ground, still with his back against the tree, Krane formed a fireball between his fingers. He grinned sadistically as it grew in strength and size.

Bree reached out a hand, took a deep breath, and concentrated. The energy from the fireball moved from Krane's hands to hers. He looked up in surprise as she drew the energy from his power. The fireball formed in her own hand, but instead of using that against Krane, she let it disappear into the nearby air.

"Energy transference. Pretty simple. It transfers energy from one place to another. You can draw from one energy source and give it to the other."

Humans are energy sources.

Oh, Douglas. I wonder if you knew the dark side of this power.

Bree had never felt so alive. Strength and vigor entered her body like it never had before. Even as the man in front of her screamed, she felt at peace.

For some reason, she didn't care that Krane's facial hair grew whiter and whiter. For some reason, she didn't care as his face wrinkled up and his eye sockets widened. For some reason, she didn't care as he, a villain who had in the past seemed invincible, pleaded for mercy.

As the last bit of energy left her enemy's body and entered hers, Bree copied Krane's sadistic grin.

Bree scaled the wall one step at a time. Her mind raced with all the thoughts about the stupidness of this idea. Still, she had to know; she had to see. She needed one more glance before she left it forever.

She took a deep breath as she pulled herself through the window and looked around. The room was empty and dark; no surprise, considering it was already after midnight. She noticed that the door had been broken off its hinges; no doubt the work of her older brother. Bree walked to the center of the room—her room—looking at the pattern on the floor created by the glow from the moon outside.

The first thing Bree did was change her clothes—using super speed to make the process go faster. She had gotten tired of the grimy feeling, considering she'd worn the same outfit for two days already.

Was it really only yesterday that I left Adam and Chase in the fire?

Bree kept her hoodie on, however. She couldn't bear to take it off. She also pulled a black bandana out of her dresser and stuck it in her pocket. She had a feeling it might come in handy someday in the future.

Next Bree reached for her old notebook on the desk. She grabbed her favorite purple pencil and sighed. With her heart pounding in her chest, she scribbled a quick note and tore the page out of the book. She glanced around for a good place to put it.

Footsteps in the hall interrupted her train of thought. She jumped and ran into the closet, doing everything in her power to control her breathing. She left the door open a crack and peeked through, curious about who would be up this late.

Leo walked into the room holding a cup with steam coming out of it. Hot chocolate—Leo's favorite. Bree smiled involuntarily at that simple fact of life.

Cup clutched firmly in his hands, he walked over to the wall. He grinned and looked at his toes. Bree realized that a picture of their family hung at his eye level; that was what he smiled about.

"Man, I miss you, Bree," Leo whispered.

Bree sat on her heels, cocked her head, and listened carefully to what her stepbrother said next.

"We all do, really. But I really do. I promise we'll get you back. Big D's working on it." He touched the picture frame and chuckled. "Man, I knew you didn't like us, but did we really managed to drive you away?" His smile fell. "I don't make promises lightly. We'll find you, and we will bring you home. We'll get our family back together."

Family.

Family.

Not team.

Family.

"Maybe tomorrow will be a bit better. Though, I guess it's today now, huh? Since it's after midnight and everything? Whatever. Today will be better. It has to be better. Goodnight, Bree."

Leo walked out of the room sipping his hot chocolate. Bree opened the closet and stepped out. At that moment she realized that the note was still clutched firmly in her hands. She read the words over one more time and came to a decision.

Anyone who came in the room after that would find a note tapped to the family photograph, which now lay in the center of the room.

Bree wrote a second note, similar to the first, though a tad bit less sentimental. She stuffed it in her pocket and jumped out the window. She pressed her hands to the wall and proceeded to climb down.

Another sound came from the room. A door opening, some shuffling, and a gasp. Leo's face appeared at the window. Bree pressed herself against the side of the house. At his angle, he shouldn't be able to see her, and her dark hoodie helped her blend in.

"Bree!" Leo shouted to the wind. "Bree!"

Bree had to bite her lip to keep another tear from forming—she was done crying, she had told herself. Instead she stayed there, waiting, though for what, she had no idea.

"Bree!" Leo shouted again. "Come back! We need you!"

They need me.

They really need me.

Do they really need me?

Every fiber of her being told her to climb back up and fall into Leo's waiting arms. She could finally be home, finally be safe. She could have comfort instead of misery, and her family would be there for her.

Except they didn't want her as family. They wanted their stupid team to get together again, and that was why she left in the first place.

Besides, she could never be safe from . . . whatever raged inside her soul. She wasn't safe, and neither was anyone her. She could rationalize her actions by telling herself that it was for the good of her family; she didn't want to hurt them.

While that was partially true, it was far from the real reason.

Mr. Davenport would find a way to take her powers away. She couldn't let that happen. Bree had a taste of true power, and she loved it. She was not about to give up, not for the sake of her family, and definitely not for the sake of her team. Her new abilities were dangerous, but she found that she liked dangerous.

"Bree!" Leo called one last time.

One last chance to go back.

One last opportunity to run back to her family.

Bree didn't move.

Leo stepped away from the window, and she heard him run out of the room. He would probably go wake the rest of her family. She planned to be long gone before that happened.

Bree jumped off the wall and landed gracefully on the ground with her super agility. She looked up at the window again. "I'm sorry, Leo," she mumbled.

She ran away.

Bree walked through the forrest behind Cameron's house. She had just dropped her second note through her boyfriend's bedroom window. It had been even more curt than the one she left her family; admittedly, she felt a little bad.

You wouldn't want to see what I am now.

I'm afraid to hurt you.

I don't need a boyfriend; my abilities are enough.

I don't need to find my self worth in any human being anymore.

I'm powerful enough.

Stay away.

Bree came to a small creek, and she dragged her tennis shoes through the mud. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and opened it.

Twenty-three missed calls. Nineteen voicemails. One hundred and six unread text messages.

Bree swallowed. This might be the hardest thing she had ever done, but after thinking it through, it was what she really needed to do. How long until her father figured out how to trace her phone? How long could she really ignore those messages? How long until she slipped up, texted someone, visited some social media app and gave away information she didn't want anyone to know? She couldn't let that happen.

Bits of metal fell on her toes and into the creek as she crushed her phone in one hand. Bree chose to look up at the stars while she did it, trying to ease her anxiety. Finally, it was done, and her phone was nothing but a flattened sheet of circuitry and glass—entirely unusable. Bree threw the remains into the creek.

Then, she got down on her knees and cried again.

Bree woke up when something sharp and heavy collided with her side. Two groans echoed through the room simultaneously. Bree looked up to see Douglas lying on his stomach, rubbing his head.

"Why'd you kick me?" Bree moaned as she sat up.

"Oh, I'm sorry for not watching my step for sleeping teenage girls!" Douglas snapped. He stood, still rubbing his head. "What are you doing back here? I thought you went home."

"Yeah, but . . . everyone was asleep." She didn't say anything else; nothing about Krane, or the man who attacked her, or the note she left in her bedroom.

Douglas shrugged. "You wanna go back this morning?"

Bree sighed. "Maybe later. I think I want to rest here first; it's been a long night."

"Long night? What did you do?"

Bree sighed again. He would keep pressing, wouldn't he? No sense in holding it inside forever. "Let's just say you won't have to worry about Krane anymore."

Douglas looked up, his eyes wide. "What did you do?"

"Nothing! Okay, something. Krane's not a threat anymore, okay?"

"Bree, what . . . did . . . you . . . do? And give me a straight answer!"

"I . . . defeated him."

"What? How?" Douglas stammered, confusion etched into his features.

"He found me, I took care of him. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"But . . . I didn't think you were powerful enough yet."

"Neither did he. That's why he went down."

Douglas shook his head, completely flabbergasted. "Did you . . . you know . . . finish it?"

Bree remained quiet, wondering how to answer. "Whatever's left of him, I know the rest of my family can deal with it." Dispose of the body, I guess.

"You're not going to tell me?"

Bree didn't answer.

"Bree, I don't care. I kinda hope he's dead. I'd just be shocked if you—"

"Had the guts to kill him? Yeah, I guess it would shock a lot of people." Bree leaned against the leg of a nearby table.

Douglas scratched his head. "Well . . . thank you. You're a pretty great girl, you know that?"

Bree couldn't stop herself from smiling. No one had ever said anything like that to her before.

Douglas grabbed a jacket off the back of a chair and put it on. "I'm going to run a few errands and get, you know, supplies and stuff. You okay here by yourself for a little bit?"

Bree studied her father's face carefully. "I'll be fine."

Douglas nodded and exited the basement. Bree stood up, a frown on her face. "I know you're lying," she whispered. "I know where you're really going."

Bree sat down at one of the computers. Where could she possibly go now? She had no idea what to do with her life now. New powers, new purpose, new drive. Her fingers shook as she remembered the feeling of draining Krane's energy from his body. She had felt so alive. What was wrong about that?

Because you're taking all that "alive" from someone else.

Nonetheless, Bree wanted to do it again. It felt amazing. She was powerful, and she could finally use that power to her advantage.

The lights flickered and Bree furrowed her brow. She stood up and looked around. She gasped when she spotted a figure standing in the doorway—a figure that most certainly wasn't Douglas.

"Oops, there's someone in here already," the figure—a teenage girl—said. "Sorry, toots, but I'm afraid this place is ours now."

Ours?

The girl raised a gun and leveled it at Bree's chest. She fired without hesitation. Bree instinctively threw up her hands and blocked it with her new force field—just like she would in a simulation. The girl lowered her gun, shocked at the way the bullet bounced off the blue shield.

"I-I can explain!" Bree said.

"No need," the girl said with a laugh. "That was impressive. I guess I won't kill you—you could be useful. Now, uh, stand still."

Bree wasn't inclined to listen to some random girl who had attacked her a few seconds ago. She started to run away, but found she couldn't move her legs. Looking down, she saw that the metal floor had contorted to wrap around her feet and keep her from moving.

The rest of the floor peeled up, following the motion of the girl's hands. Bree's eyes widened at the sight. There are more people with powers? Still, this girl didn't seem friendly, so Bree tried to wrest her feet out with her super strength. Unfortunately, it wasn't working well.

The metal flew up to create an egg shape around Bree's body. She pounded on the walls of her new prison, screaming at the girl on the other side. There was one gap in the metal at about eye level, and Bree frantically picked at it—despite the fact that it wasn't much bigger than the end of her pinky finger.

Though it was muffled, Bree could hear the voice of the girl on the other side. "Calm down. We'll offer you a better choice. This is . . . precaution, I guess. Girl, I have a feeling you'll be very helpful to us. I know this is scary, but trust me, you're in good hands. Or . . . bad hands, I guess." She chuckled, though Bree's frantic brain couldn't figure out why that was funny.

Something dark covered the small hole, and a green gas seeped in. Bree leaned back and held her breath, but it was too late. The darkness took her away to another place, a safer place, a comfortable place . . .

Hi . . . family? Or is it "team"?

Don't look for me. I don't want to be found. I need to do this on my own. Guess your team member's gone missing. Not your daughter, not your sister; your team member. And I'm not coming back.

~ Bree Davenport

P.S. I'm sorry you have to break your promise, Leo.

Energy transference is the single deadliest ability on the whole show. Seriously, it is! Those who have it could literally drain the life out of others, and effectively keep themselves young forever! Basically, if Leo chose to turn evil, he would be undefeatable. Not that Lab Rats is going to do that, but still, plot bunny right there!

Yeah, that was a fun chapter! What do you think of Bree's newfound use for energy transference? How about that random girl at the end? Friend of foe? Also, where did Douglas really go? Any thoughts?

Reviews are appreciated, of course. Thanks for reading!

By the way, I've fallen a bit behind on PMs and reviews and stuff, but I promise I'll catch up soon! I'm not ignoring any of you! I've just got a lot of stuff going on right now. Thanks for understanding. :)

If you need me, I'll be in Gettysburg! (Anyone else see Spider Island last night? Man, I think I'm going to use that line at the end of all my chapters now. XD Leo's awesome.)