Hey guys, so this is the second to last chapter, and originally I wasn't going to put this author's note at the top, but I thought it'd be a good idea to do so.

So, in this chapter, there are some words that have an extra letter or two in there. Nothing bad, I promise, I only write up to T and even if I do put swear words in my stories, I either use abbreviations or hardly use them at all. But there's nothing of that in this chapter, I can assure you. I just wanted to mention the extra letters so I don't get reviews saying stuff like "do you not know how to spell?" or "how can you not spell a simple four letter word?"

But yeah, that's it. Read on!

Sunday evening, 6:30 pm. It's slightly dark outside, and it's been exactly four days since Ryan was saved from Harper.

"Ryan..." Someone muttered, "Ryan, wake up..."

"Ugh..." Ryan groaned as he opened his eyes but quickly closed them when he was blinded by a bright light. After a few minutes, he opened them again and tried to sit up, only to be gently pushed back down by whoever was beside him.

"Don't," Mark instructed as he watched his baby brother closely. "You've been out of it for the past four days. You need rest."

"W-What h-h-happened?" Ryan questioned, curiously, coughing a bit as he did so.

"You don't remember?" Mark inquired, concerned.

"N-Not much of it, no."

Mark sighed, tiredly. He really didn't want to repeat the event, but he had no choice. Ryan deserved to know what happened to him.

"Seth kidnapped you while you were sick and while I was in school. We couldn't get to you till afterwards, but we managed to get you out of there. Seth escaped, but I really doubt he'll come after you anytime soon after how much we terrified him."

"W-We?"

"Harris, Spyder and I."

"O-Oh."

"Yeah."

The two boys had then sat in silence for a while before Ryan seemed to remember something,

"Wait, four days?! I've been out of it for four days?!" He asked, sitting up in shock, only to be pushed down again by Mark. "Sorry," He whispered, upon seeing the look his brother was giving him. "My head's still spinning..."

"Well, that kinda makes sense, considering whatever was dropped on your head gave you a large gash and a stupid grade two concussion," Mark stated. He had then passed his brother a glass of water, although it was only filled up halfway through. "Here," He instructed, "Drink this."

A buzz had then sounded throughout the room, only for Harris and Spyder to walk in a moment later. "Hey, look who's up!" Spyder exclaimed as he came in to the room, following Harris, before jumping up and sitting on one of the stools, wheeling himself around as it moved. "How ya doing, man?"

"Actually, kinda tired," Ryan replied as he rubbed his eyes and let a yawn escape his lips a moment later.

"You've been asleep for four whole days," Mark deadpanned with disbelief as he looked towards his brother.

"Technically, it wasn't sleep," Harris interrupted the three. "You don't just automatically get the rest and energy you need while being unconscious." He had then looked at Ryan before speaking again. "Which means you still need to rest, even if you've been out of it for the past four days."

"Fine." Ryan had closed his eyes and lied on the bed for a moment before shooting right back up again. This time, however, Mark didn't stop him. "Wait," He exclaimed, wrapping a hand around his stomach and wincing in pain, "What are we gonna tell Mom?! She's gonna be back tomorrow! What if she finds out I—"

"Have three broken ribs, a grade two concussion, a bloody gash on your head and am still sick?" Harris guessed.

"Yeahh," Ryan frowned, emphasizing the word, "Thaat..."

"Dont worry about it," Mark directed, "I've got that covered. Same skate park excuse, as always."

Ryan looked nervous yet addled. "Mark," He spoke, "I think Mom's going to eventually get suspicious that I hurt myself every time we're at the skate park."

Mark shrugged, not seeing a problem with it. "Hey, if anything comes up, I'll lead it straight back to Seth. It's his fault, anyway, for doing this to you and being so irresponsible."

The four guys had then laughed before Mark pushed Ryan back down on the medical bed once more.

"Now rest," the oldest of the four told his little brother as he forced Ryan to lie back down on the bed, "You need it, and then after you feel alright, we'll head back to the house before Mom gets back tomorrow afternoon and make something up, or at the very least, make it look like we spent the week there." The three teens had then stood up from the seats and were about to walk out the door, but stopped, when Ryan called their names.

"Hey guys?"

"Yeah?" Harris asked.

"Thanks for... y'know, saving me."

"Well, why wouldn't we? You're our friend." Spyder questioned rhetorically. He had then smiled before adding, "And besides, we'd be crazy not to. Seth's a psychopath, man!"

"And we're also a team," Mark added, "And a team is just like a family, risking their lives for each other, no matter what. Because families and teams, never let each other down or give up on them."

Harris nodded. "And that's a guarantee."

And that's it! End of the story! I'm gonna leave you guys on this little cliche ending, okay?

...

No, don't worry, I'm kidding! This is the second to last chapter, and then there'll be one more and maybe a few extra author notes or so, but that's it. Then the story's done and I can focus on my next one!

I think you guys are really gonna like my next Mech-X4 story! It's based of on one of my Mech-X4 theories, like The Technopathics, and it's includes a brand new OC of mine! If you want to try and guess who they'll be paired up with or related to, go ahead! I don't mind!

Oh, and my next story—which is called The Virus: Code Red—will take place in a future season two!

Im so excited!

Anyway though, I hope you guys liked this chapter and please tell me what you think in the reviews! And get ready for the next, and last, one!

~Star :)