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AN: Set during Bionic Showdown.

Bree's PoV:

I watched as my Adam and Chase helped Leo get up. Leo had a good point;the exoskeleton could fire lasers and break through walls, but he couldn't get back up?! Even for a prototype, that's kind of sad. Adam and Chase managed to get Leo up and standing, and we started to run out of Douglas's lab.

Suddenly, "You're not going anywhere!" I turned to look at Marcus, who was holding what I think was a plasma grenade.

The roof started to crumble, and I realized what was about to happen. Marcus was about to be crushed. "Marcus, look out!" I yelled. But he wouldn't move. I took one last look at my family and said, "I love you guys." Then I sped over to Marcus and pushed him out of the way just as the first piece of the ceiling fell. I started to super speed away to safety when another large piece of ceiling fell, this time on me. I collapsed to the ground, a searing pain burning throughout my body.

"BREE!" I heard someone yell. No, not someone. Multiple people, probably my family. Another piece of ceiling fell on me, then the whole ceiling at once. I thought about how I was probably about to die, and my last thought was of my family. Then all I saw was black.

Chase's PoV:

I froze in fear and shock as I watched the ceiling fall on my sister. She had just sacrificed herself to save Marcus, our enemy. But why? I shook the thought out of my head. Why she did it wasn't important at the moment, the only thing that mattered was that we got her and ourselves out safely.

"Guys, she could still be alive! We have to hurry!" I yelled. We all ran forward and started to dig Bree out. Adam's superstrength combined with the exoskeleton got the job done quicker, but still not quick enough. After a minute of frantic digging, I lifted up a piece of ceiling to see a curl of chocolate brown hair. Bree's hair.

"Guys, I found her!" I yelled, and they all came over to my spot to help me dig. Adam lifted yet another piece of ceiling, revealing Bree's face. Her eyes were closed and her face pale, and I thought for a second that she was dead. But as we moved more rubble away from her body, I saw the slow rising and falling of her chest that indicated that she was alive and breathing. Thank God.

Adam cleared away the last of the rubble quickly. He picked Bree up bridal style and ran out of Douglas's lair, the rest of us following suit. We climbed into a van that I guessed was Douglas's. Mr. Davenport climbed in the front, Leo sat in the passenger seat, and Adam and I rode in the back with Bree. Mr. Davenport slammed his hands against the steering wheel.

"We need the keys!" he shouted, obviously frustrated. "Leo, help me look!"

Mr. Davenport and Leo searched for a minute until finally, Mr. Davenport pulled down his sun visor. Of course, the keys were there.

"What kind of evil genius keeps the keys to a van in the sun visor?!" Mr. Davenport cried.

"Just drive!" I yelled in response. Mr. Davenport started the car and drove as quickly as he could without getting arrested. I looked down at my sister, who Adam had in his arms. Bree was pulled close to Adam's chest, and Adam was staring down at her and crying. I felt tears start to flow out of my own eyes, and I took Bree's hand in my own. I gripped her hand tightly, as if our joined hands were a lifeline. I was afraid that she would disappear if I let go, even just for a second.

"Bree," I sobbed, and Adam started to sob as well. "Please stay with us."

"We need you, Bree," Adam cried, holding her even closer to his chest.

The ride home was only a few minutes in reality, but it felt like a lifetime to me and Adam. When we finally reached the lab, Bree's breathing was even slower. Adam laid Bree down on the cyber desk, and we watched as Mr. Davenport rushed around, hooking Bree up to different things like heart monitors and an oxygen tank.

"Okay," Mr. Davenport said, "I need you boys to leave. Right now."

"What?! If you think that we're leaving her-" I started, but Mr. Davenport cut me off.

"I'm not asking! You boys need to leave NOW!"

"WE ARE NOT LEAVING HER!" Adam yelled.

"Leo, get them out of here!" Mr. Davenport commanded.

"I'm sorry guys," Leo told us, truly looking guilty. He started to push us towards the elevator, but Adam and I fought back.

"NO!" I yelled.

"Mr. Davenport, if something goes wrong, WE NEED TO BE HERE!" Adam bellowed.

"LEO!" Mr. Davenport yelled.

"I'm working on it! But they're two bionic people, one of whom is super strong! Give me a break!" Leo retaliated.

Somehow, Leo managed to get us into the elevator, and he pressed the button for the living room.

As we rode up with Leo, I said, "You know that we can just come right back down, right?"

Leo stepped in front of me and Adam, and he looked exceptionally angry. "YOU KNOW WHAT?! I DO KNOW THAT YOU CAN GO RIGHT BACK DOWN TO THE LAB! I GET IT! BELIEVE IT OR NOT, I DO! I'M HER BROTHER TOO, AND I MIGHT NOT HAVE KNOWN HER AS LONG AS YOU TWO DID, BUT I STILL CARE ABOUT HER! I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE HER EIHTER, BUT IF THERE'S ANY CHANCE OF BIG D SAVING HER, WE HAVE TO LISTEN TO HIM! OKAY?!"

"IT'S NOT OKAY, LEO!" I shouted back. "MY SISTER, MY BIG SISTER, IS DOWN THERE, PROBABLY DYING, AND I CAN'T DO A DAMN THING ABOUT IT!"

"YEAH!" Adam yelled. "SHE'S DOWN THERE SUFFERING, AND WE CAN'T BE THERE FOR HER! SHE'S MY BABY SISTER, I HAVE TO PROTECT HER!"

"I KNOW! BUT I ALSO KNOW THAT YOU TWO KNOW THAT I'M RIGHT!"

"WAIT! I AM SO CONFUSED, WHAT DO WE KNOW?!" Adam shouted.

I rolled my eyes at him and sank down to the floor of the elevator. I pulled my knees up to my chest and replied, "I know. I know that you're right Leo. I just- I can't stand the thought of Bree suffering by herself."

"Yeah," Adam agreed, sitting down next to me. "I hate not being able to do anything. It's killing me."

"I know," Leo told us, "We just have to hope and pray that she'll be alright. She's in good hands, and she's a tough girl. She can get through this, and if she doesn't, God forbid, she died a hero."

I knew that he was right about all of this. I didn't want to think about Bree dying though. I couldn't live without my sister-none of us could. I could only hope that she would be alright.

Two Hours Later:

Leo's PoV:

Two hours. It had been two hours since we got home. Two hours that Mr. Davenport had been trying to save Bree. And two hours of sitting in the living room with Mom, Adam, and Chase, waiting for news on Bree. Mom wouldn't stop crying, so I comforted her to the best of my ability. Adam and Chase just sat side by side and stared at the wall, not saying anything. I decided to try to get them to talk, because remaining completely silent and just staring at a wall for two hours straight could NOT be healthy.

"Guys?" I asked, walking over to them and sitting down next to them on the couch. "Are you okay?"

"We could've stopped her," Chase whispered, not taking his gaze off of the wall. "I figured out what she was going to do, but I figured it out too late. She was already by Marcus. But I could've stopped her." Chase and Adam both looked at me.

"If Bree's not alright, or if she dies, it's our fault," Adam told me. I stayed silent because I knew that it was true. We all looked up when we heard the elevator doors open with a *bing!* Mr. Davenport walked out, pushing Bree in a wheelchair. Bree's face was pale, and there were dry tear tracks on her cheeks. She had a long cut on her forehead, thankfully not that deep. She had a minor black eye, and her arms were practically covered with scratches and bruises. But she was smiling, and she was alive. And that was better than nothing. The four of us jumped up from the couch, and Adam and Chase ran over to Bree. Mom and I hung back, wanting Adam and Chase to have their moment with Bree.

They started to sob as they brought her into a gentle hug. "Thank God. Thank God you're alright!" Chase muttered, kissing Bree on the cheek as he kept his arms around her. Adam placed a kiss on her forehead and cried into her hair. After they did this over and over, they finally pulled away. Mom and I hugged Bree and I kissed her cheek, happy to see her alive.

"Wait," I said, my eyebrows furrowing, "Why is Bree in a wheel chair?" I looked at Mr. Davenport for an answer, and he gave me one.

"Don't worry. I thought that Bree would be paralyzed from the waist down, but miraculously, she's not. She did break her leg, though, and I gave her the wheelchair for temporary use until I can get her some crutches."

"Well, what other injuries does she have?" Chase asked.

"A split lip, a minor black eye, a few bruises and scratches. Other than that, she's fine."

"Uh, she's right here, and she has a name," Bree cut in, looking up at all of us. I gave her a small smile, but Adam and Chase both gave Bree an idiotically huge grin.

"We know," Mr. Davenport told her, patting her shoulder. But I could see a small smile on his face too.

We were silent for a moment, and suddenly things got serious again. "Bree," Chase whispered, looking at the floor "Why did you do it?"

"What do you mean?" Bree whispered back, though I knew that she knew what Chase was talking about.

"Why did you save Marcus?" Chase explained, looking up at her.

Bree looked at the floor, just as Chase had done. She took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm herself. When Bree looked back up at Chase, her eyes shone with unshed tears.

"Uh, guys, maybe we shouldn't interrogate Bree just yet," Mr. Davenport suggested, squeezing Bree's shoulder reassuringly.

"No," Bree protested, "It's fine. You all have a right to know, just-please, don't be mad. Or at least, try not to be." Bree took another deep breath before she continued. "I know that Marcus is the enemy, and I didn't want to help him. But I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. I couldn't just let him get crushed by a ceiling. I mean, he might be the enemy, but he's still a person. We were trained to help people- to save people's lives. And I don't think that I could've lived in peace knowing that I had let someone die, even though I had the opportunity to help them."

We were silent before I broke the silence by choking out, "You do realize that, because you couldn't live in peace knowing that Marcus had died and you didn't do anything, you almost rested in peace. You know that right?"

"Yeah, Leo," Bree replied, "I do."

"And yet you're still okay with the fact that you almost died?" Adam questioned.

"I'm not necessarily okay with the fact that I could've died, but I was okay with dying in the line of duty."

More silence. "Well, at least you're alright," Chase told Bree. Bree gave Chase a small, grateful smile that he returned. I looked at my awesome family and knew that we would be alright.

*Four Weeks Later*

Adam's PoV:

The next two weeks were spent looking after Bree and trying to make her feel better. It wasn't that hard to take care of Bree, mainly because she was so independent. She didn't like asking us for help, and even though we wanted to help her, she insisted on doing most everything for herself. So, that made the job a little bit easier.

We had to watch Bree carefully, though. Once, when she was still in the wheelchair, she was making herself some cereal for breakfast. She couldn't reach the cabinet that the bowls were in, so she tried to hold herself up with one arm and the counter while she stretched to reach the cabinet. I'm just glad that I came in when I did, because if I hadn't, Bree would've fallen and probably given herself a concussion.

It didn't take Mr. Davenport too long to get some crutches for Bree, and now, she was already on the fast track to recovery. Having a bionic chip DID speed up the healing process, though.

I was broken out of my thoughts by Bree walking into the living room where I was sitting. I noticed that she didn't have her crutches anymore, and I smiled.

"Hey, you don't have to use crutches anymore!" I exclaimed, getting up and meeting Bree half-way.

Bree smiled back at me. "Yep! My leg is a little sore, but otherwise healed!" Bree told me.

"Good," I replied, "You weren't good at using those crutches at ALL."

Bree rolled her eyes but kept the smile on her face. "Whatever. I'm just happy to have a healed leg."

Bree and I sat on the couch together and I turned on the T.V.

Chase's PoV:

I was in the lab playing with one of the computers. I looked up when Mr. Davenport walked in.

"Hey Chase, go tell Adam and Bree that it's training time," Mr. Davenport said. I nodded and got up, walking towards the elevator. I stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the living room. When I reached the living room, I saw quite the sight. Bree was sitting on the ground in front of the couch, her now healed leg bent at an odd angle. Tears were leaking silently out of her eyes, and Adam was kneeling next to her, trying to soothe her and obviously freaking out.

I quickly put two and two together and realized what had happened. "ADAM!"

AN: SO, hopefully it was alright. I hope you guys liked this! So, as usual, thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! Later! :P