Hello peeps! I'm back! First the shout-out: Congrats to shinxshinx1595 for being the first person to figure out what Chase forgot! *applause* These other fine folks figured it out as well: Lady Cougar-Trombone, DisneyXDGirl, Anonymous (guest), Lover chocolate and ice-cream, and AllAmericanSlurp. So good job guys!

Okay, the flashback for this chapter was suggested by amichele (and her friend). It was a TON of fun to write. Two suggestions: 1) Grab your tissues. 2) Once you get to the flashback part of the story, pull up some sad piano music. You don't have to, but I think it really adds to story. Most really sad piano/violin songs will work, but my personal preference is "Blessings" by Laura Story, the instrumental version. So if you'd like to look that up and listen to it while reading, feel free. It adds a whole new layer of depth.

I hope you guys like this chapter! I do NOT own Lab Rats. I DO own Laytuk Isle, King Kayoke, and Waynuk.


* * * Chapter 10: Savior * * *


Chase lifted his head as the door opened yet again. This time it was indeed Kayoke. But there was someone else with him. As the second man entered the room, Chase's mouth fell open in shock. That's what I forgot! he realized.

"So these are the bionic super-humans?" Donald asked coolly. Chase noticed that his uncle had changed clothes. Instead of the old, worn-out clothes he had been wearing before, he was now wearing a nice-looking pair of jeans and a leather jacket. Where did he get those? Chase thought.

"These are them," Kayoke said, gesturing to the siblings. Bree had now looked up and her mouth opened a little when she saw Donald.

Chase had a feeling he knew what his uncle was doing. That theory was confirmed when his uncle winked at them. The brother and sister got the message. They both developed frightened looks and pretended not to know Donald at all.

"How much will you be willing to pay for them?" Kayoke asked. Donald shot the millionaire a glare.

"We're not discussing money quite yet!" he barked. "I want to see what they can do first. But just so you know, I plan to pay quite a lot. If I like them, that is. Why don't you take them out of those handcuffs so I can . . ." Donald chuckled before continuing, "test them." Chase knew that his uncle was only acting, but the way Donald said that still sent shivers down the bionic teen's spine.

Kayoke frowned, but he finally consented. He went over to the wall and put his hand on it. A previously hidden panel on the wall slid back, revealing a control panel. He pushed a couple buttons and the handcuffs slid off the bionics' wrists. Chase sighed with relief and proceeded to quickly and furiously scratch the side of his nose. Bree shot him a weird look.

"Don't you two even think of trying something!" Kayoke told them. He tapped his watch. "Or else B is in for another shock." Chase winced a little at how awful that pun was.

"Great," Donald said. His tone had relaxed a little. "You know what, I think I'm actually going to give you your first payment right now."

"What?" Kayoke asked in surprise. "Really?"

"Yup. Here you go." Donald whipped a small gun from out of the inside of his jacket and promptly shot Kayoke with it. The millionaire flew back into the wall and collapsed on the ground with a groan.

"Stun ray," Donald explained to the kids. "He'll be out for a good five hours. I found it in the back of the helicopter. Along with the clothes." Donald gestured to his outfit. "By the way, it's good to see you again, Bree."

"Good to see you too, Donald," Bree replied. "Chase got you out as well?"

Their uncle nodded. "Yes he did. By the way, that guy is an idiot," Donald said, motioning to the unconscious millionaire on the ground.

"Tell me about it," Bree huffed.

"Well, you know, we should probably get out of here," Donald said.

"Hang on," Chase said, kneeling down next to Kayoke's still body. "Bree, does anyone else besides Kayoke have a watch with the electric shock failsafe?"

"Not that I know of," Bree replied. "He was always the one in control." That answer satisfied Chase. He removed the watch from Kayoke's wrist and fastened it on his own. The three of them then charged out the door.

Guards ran up from all sides. Donald shot a few with the stun ray. Chase slammed one guard into the wall and flipped over another. Bree deftly dodged all blows or bullets they tried to hit her with. She flipped over some of their heads and kicked and punched them a few times until they toppled over. In the end, the team of three stood triumphantly over the unconscious bodies of about fifteen guards.

"I like being teamed up with bionics," Donald said cheerfully. Bree and Chase chuckled.

"This way!" Bree said. The two males followed her through the halls, taking out the occasional guard when they came across one. Then suddenly Bree froze in her tracks.

"What is it?" Chase said, peering around his sister's shoulder.

"You are leaving, Bre-ah?" Waynuk, who was standing in the middle of the hallway, asked. Bree knelt down in front of the little boy.

"Yes, Waynuk," she said gently.

"Good. Go free," the boy said. He threw his arms around Bree's shoulders and she hugged him back.

"Thank you for being a friend, Waynuk," she whispered. "I'll miss you."

"Don't be sad, Bre-ah," Waynuk said. "Waynuk will miss you too, but you can go be happy. Don't ever be sad again. Do as Waynuk says. Be happy and free for Waynuk, if not for Bre-ah." The two of them pulled apart. "And C-ase!" the boy said, pointing a finger at Chase. "You take care of Bre-ah, good?"

Chase smiled and gave a slight bow. "You have my word," he said.

"Good. Goodbye, Bre-ah." The boy turned and ran away down the hall.

Chase placed a hand on his sister's shoulder. "You okay?" he asked.

"I'll be fine," Bree said slowly. "I'll miss him, though."

"And who exactly was that?" Donald asked.

"I'll explain later," Bree said. "Let's focus on getting out."

The three of them began to run down the hall. Bree showed them a door and they promptly went through it and found themselves outside. It was nighttime now. The whole island was illuminated in artificial light from lamps. The stars glimmered up above. Everything was quiet. For a moment, at least.

Shouting came from all sides. The words were in another language Chase didn't understand. Then suddenly guards were surrounding them. After a quick glance Chase estimated that there must have been about fifty. One of them said in English, "Freeze!"

Chase held his hands up above his head in a sign of surrender. Bree and Donald gaped at him. "Follow my lead," Chase whispered out of the side of his mouth. The two of them still looked shocked, but they slowly and reluctantly raised their hands as well.

The guard who had yelled at them to stop advanced closer. Chase let his eyes flutter shut and he began to concentrate hard. All of a sudden the guard began to shout, "I can't mo-" But Chase focused harder and snapped the guard's mouth shut, cutting off his speech.

Chase heard gasps come from the other guards. He focused even harder and started to telekinetically lift every single weapon the guards were carrying into the air. Beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead, but he ignored them. Still using his molecularkinesis, Chase threw all the weapons over the outer wall several feet away.

A great commotion erupted. When Chase once again opened his eyes, every guard was fleeing from him. A triumphant smirk took over his face. He turned back to the two members his family, who were gaping at him.

"I didn't know you could do that!" Bree said.

"It's called molecularkinesis," Chase explained. "I can move objects with my mind by manipulating the energy around them. Douglas gave it to me a few months ago."

"Cool!" Bree said. "So, um, where do we go now?"

"Back to the helicopter," Donald replied.

"We could super-speed over there," Chase suggested. "We'll probably need to do it anyway to get over the water."

Bree and Chase each grabbed one of Donald's arms. The two of them sped him and themselves across the water and to the small rock-island with the helicopter on it. Donald got in the front seat while Chase and Bree got in the back. The siblings both insisted that they wanted to sit together.

"Where to next?" Donald asked.

"Adam is with some circus called 'Thatcher and Quimby Circus,'" Chase informed him.

Donald grabbed one of Douglas's tablets and started tapping on it. "I'll see if I can find out where that is," he mumbled.

As their uncle was doing that, Chase became aware of the fact that Bree was staring at him quite intently. His raised his eyebrow a little. Then Bree suddenly asked, "Are you okay?"

Chase was caught off-guard by the question. "U-um, yeah," he lied. He was, in fact, not very okay at all. He had a massive headache and his arms felt like jello. He was also quite dizzy, feeling a little like he was going to pass out. That was what using his bionics always did to him.

Bree quirked an eyebrow. "You're lying," she said.

"What? No I'm not . . ."

"It wasn't a question, Chase," Bree said, her face determined. Chase couldn't help but grin. Some things never change. Bree had always been able to tell when he was lying. Sometimes she could read him better than he could read himself.

Chase sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "My bionics always just leave me a little tired, that's all," Chase said.

"Oh, right, I forgot!" Bree said. "'Cause you have so many powers. Right. Sorry."

Chase shrugged. "It's fine," he assured her. "But I wouldn't mind a nap."

"You'll have plenty of time for that," Donald assured him. "Buckle up, kids. We're headed to Colorado."


Chase had wiped away all his tears by the time Douglas came back in the room. His father grabbed the suitcases and said, "Time to go."

"Already?" Chase asked from his spot on the couch.

"The convention is over. I've got my money and people have what they paid for. All my business here is done," Douglas explained. Chase simply nodded and followed his father out of the hotel room. The two exited the hotel and entered the parking lot, where some villains and evil scientists were headed to various vehicles.

Chase looked around, nothing but sorrow in his heart. Then four people caught his eye. Two of them were people he had never thought he would see again. An odd feeling engulfed his body and every single bit of super-intelligence flew out the window.

A cry of desperation escaped Chase's lips. He charged blindly through the parking lot, yelling his siblings' names. Adam and Bree turned at his calls. Their faces lit up and they began running towards him.

Chase's joy at seeing his siblings again was cut short as a hand gripped the back of his neck and pulled him back. Through the tears in his eyes Chase saw his siblings also being detained: Adam by a fancy man in a blue hat and flowing cape, and Bree by a man with dark skin and eccentric clothing.

Chase screamed in anguish and began flailing his arms futilely. "Stop that!" Douglas hissed. "Stop that right now! What's done is done! You've already said your goodbyes. Quit blubbering and let's go!"

But Chase would not be stopped. He screamed and fought with every bit of his strength. Bree and Adam were also screaming. Despite their resistance, however, the three of them were being dragged off in three separate directions.

Finally the youngest bionic simply collapsed. His chest heaved with the sobs. The world was spinning around him. Nothing seemed like reality. Crouching on the asphalt of the parking lot, Chase felt so helpless, so venerable, and so downright terrible. His siblings had just been dragged out of his life forever. Chase felt like someone had actually ripped his heart out. His chest physically hurt. Chase was vaguely aware of the fact that someone was scooping him up. He remained unaware of anything going on around him.

By the time he came to his senses, hours later, he was back in his room at Douglas's lair. He leaned against the wall and sobbed his heart out. After a few minutes the tears simply stopped coming. Chase was shaking and his breathing came out raspy. He glanced around the room. Then something caught his eye.

A photograph sat on Chase's desk, taunting him. Chase picked it up and studied the details. It had only been a month ago. They were so happy then. Chase remembered well the day they had taken the photo. Later that day Douglas had told them that Adam and Bree were going to be sold. Chase had broken down and cried for hours with his siblings. At the time he had thought there could be no worse emotion than what he was feeling. But now Chase knew that he had been wrong.

His world was shattered. His heart had been torn in two. Everything had fallen to pieces and there was nothing he could do. Who knew what was happening to Adam and Bree right now? Were they just as grief-stricken as he was? He would probably never know. Drawing on every emotion from the past twenty-four hours, Chase leaned his head back and let out a long, powerful, anguish-filled scream.


So, was it as good as you imagined it to be, amichele? I worked hard on that! I wrote the first paragraphs at a barbeque thing for the last night of a group we do at church. So thanks for giving me an excuse to be anti-social! :D

Did anybody cry? I really hope you did. Describing desperate emotion like that is one of my favorite things to do! And how about the rest of the story? Did you enjoy it? They are FREE! Who's excited to see Adam? What do you think his life has been like?

Oh, and yeah, Kayoke really is that big of an idiot. He's a cliché villain who's really dumb. Yes. That's on purpose.

Don't forget to review so you get chapters quicker! Bye!