Hey, y'all! It's me with yet another chapter! Before you pounce on me, I'm sorry about the hiatus. But I really was very busy with other work. So this chapter is relatively short, but... I hope that you enjoy it! And I'm trying to cut down on the lengthy A/Ns. So this isn't really very long, is it? Anyway, without further ado, Chapter 11! It was rushed, yes, so... there may be some errors.


Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.


Marcus leered in the darkness. He had set his trap. He had what he wanted. And now—he could prove those three things that he wanted. Those three things that he needed.

Respect.

Independence.

And—

Love. That was all he needed. That was what had been missing in his younger years—throughout his childhood, he had never received any love, any attention, any praise. His life had been training; his life had been being scolded, his life had been put down, saying he was never enough. And all Marcus wanted to do was change that.

The path to that, however, would be very bloody, very vicious, and very ruthless.

But he would make it work.

He had to.


Douglas wouldn't have ever thought he actually cared about Marcus. In fact, his whole life, he'd just thought of him as "Hey, you," or "Come here." He never… bonded with him. And as a result, Marcus hated him. And maybe that was just what he deserved. But—as he looked up at the dark blue sky he thought about how Marcus had just walked away from him, without any second thought. Without any thought, whatsoever. And it had actually hurt. Stung.

He needed to find him. Soon. Very soon. Because he had a plan formulating in his mind. But to be able to finish it, he needed Marcus. For safety, for protection, for reliability… just everything.

The only problem would be getting Marcus to see his side of the story.

Yes, Douglas himself knew that he was… not evil, quite, but certainly—sociopathic, shall we say. He refused to think of himself as bad. He only wanted to suit the needs of his customers, as he'd told Donald. And everyone refused to see his side of the story.

But Marcus knew him better than anyone else, save for Donald.

But he had to get him to understand.

He's coming for you.


Donald was really very worried now. Where were the kids? Why weren't they coming? They needed to come, fast, soon, now. Chase had called, and they were supposed to be okay. Hadn't they been okay? There okay, right?

"Eddy, am I jittery? Do I seem jittery to you? Huh? Huh? ANSWER ME!"

Eddy flicked on, and said, "Whoa, there, Donny boy! Jittery? No! Demented? Yes!" And then he switched off.

Donald tried to calm himself down, but knowing Marcus was still alive and Douglas was on the loose, he just couldn't stop his heart from pounding so badly. He had to go find them.

He turned on the GPS cyberdesk and then tracked—or, tried to track the chip signals.

But they were off.

No, they were on.

Off.

On.

This makes no sense! Donald screamed mentally in frustration. One second the chips are on, the next, they're off. Why are they toying with me?


Marcus had brought Adam, Bree, and Chase with him to a vitamin store, where they'd gone into the second story. Bree was unconscious, because she'd fainted.

But something about Chase's suspicious behavior made him think that they were planning something… big.

But he had to trust Chase.

What did he want with them?

When Marcus played it out in his head, it sounded perfectly ridiculous. He wanted to bond with them. Get to know them. Maybe wonder what life could've been like if he'd remained friends with them, true friends, instead of betraying them. But they wouldn't trust him. Maybe they never would. It seemed impossible to make amends.

But he could try.

You're not doing a very good job of it, his good side of him whispered. What kind of friend threatens to hurt the person he wants to be friends with? Or fights them? Or nearly kills them?

Something stirred in the darkness, and Marcus' eyes flicked over there. "Chase?" He asked. Only Chase would make that kind of sound. Maybe. But he'd classified their actions. Chase had a distinct kind of movement whenever he moved. Hard to describe.

Then, that something went still. Marcus shouldn't have been worried. But something was in the air that seemed like a mysterious aftertaste of the Armageddon.

"No," a voice hissed maliciously. "It's someone you thought you'd killed."

Marcus jerked his entire head upward, and tried to discern the figure in the dark. That was most definitely not Chase's voice… but then what was it?

His eyes finally adjusted to the dark and then he saw someone that he thought had been left behind; thought for dead.


Yes. Short. I'm sorry. I was rushing to get this up, like I said, because I'm really busy and I haven't updated in over a month. Updates will be between every one or two weeks and they will be slightly shorter or slightly longer than this. Occasionally - and I will tell you all - there will be a really long chapter like Ch. 10. But anyway, please review! I would like at least ten reviews for the next chapter. Unreasonable? No. Crazy and demented? That's me! See y'all around! Hopefully in that review box! Clandestine Covers will be updated soon. Probably by this weekend, okay?


(I apologize for any spelling/grammatical errors.)