Guys, I'm so sorry about how late this is. I've been busy since Thursday, but I'm hoping that I can have the next chapter out tomorrow!


The Secret Scientists and Doyle had just finished up the last of their repairs for the night when they heard Drew's piercing cry. Doyle was the first to be on the move. He dropped his tools right where he was and made a mad dash for the medical room. The doors opened and he spotted Drew. He heard her heart-wrenching sobs and immediately understood.

"Drew?" he called out quietly. She didn't even acknowledge that she heard him. He made his way over to her and looked down at Doc. Doyle could have mistakenly assumed that the man was sleeping, but his sister's distressed cries told him otherwise. He sat down on the bed next to Drew and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face into his chest and cried all the harder.

The door opened and the Secret Scientists filed in. One by one, each took in the situation and each fell into grief. They had lost one of their own. Miranda started crying in spite of herself. Beeman put his arm around her shoulder. Cheechoo looked like he was on the verge of tears. The only one who didn't show emotion was Epsilon, but no one knew how he really felt.

"Come on, Drew, let's get out of here," Doyle mumbled. He helped Drew to her feet and led her past the scientists and out of the room. She leaned on him heavily, making it slightly difficult for him to walk. He stumbled down the corridors of the airship unsure of where to go.

The two had managed to reach the containment area, but Doyle tripped and lost his grip on Drew. She fell to the ground, but didn't find any reason to get back up. Instead, she brought her legs underneath her and buried her face in her hands.

With a sigh, Doyle sat cross-legged on the floor next to her. He watched her for a few moments as she softly cried into her hands. "Drew," he whispered as he brought a hand to her shoulder.

Her eyes met his at last and he caught a glimpse of her pain. He thought he felt tears well up in his own eyes, but would never admit it. He had a deep-rooted fear that if he didn't say something, Drew would lose herself in sorrow and no one would be able to stop whatever Argost had planned.

"Drew," he began, "I can't imagine the kind of pain you must be in right now." She let out a sob and would've hidden her face again if Doyle didn't stop her. "You need to be strong right now. Not for yourself, but for the Secret Scientists, for me, for Doc, and for Zak."

Finally, Doyle saw something register in Drew's eyes. She dropped her hands to her sides and tried to hear him out.

"Argost is still out there and he's going to make one last stand. If we don't do anything, he'll gain control of the entire world and turn the entire human population into his own personal monkeys. I know the Secret Scientists will put up a fight and Zak will too. I'm ready to fight, too, but we have no chance of winning without you."

"Doyle…" Drew murmured.

He thought he was making some progress, so he kept it up. "I know that it's too soon right now for you to even think about what to do next, but Drew, you need to hold off on mourning. If you don't, we'll never bring down Argost."

Drew let out a slow breath. All of the agony inside her begged to be released, but she pushed it as far back in her mind as she could. She knew she would have to deal with it again, but for now, she knew Doyle was right. She couldn't let it interfere when the entire world was in danger. "Alright," she said softly. "I'm ready to save the human race."

Doyle grinned, stood up, and helped Drew up. "That's my sis," he said.

"We should check on Zak. He needs to know what happened," Drew said. "Don't tell him that he was the one that –"

"I won't," Doyle promised.

The siblings walked to Zak's bedroom. Drew rapped on the door lightly before opening it herself. Sometime between now and the last time she was in here, Fisk had found his way into the bedroom and had fallen asleep on the floor.

"Oh, Doyle, how are we going to tell him?" Drew whispered. She sat down on the bed next to her sleeping son and ran her fingers through his hair.

Zak's eyes opened and he stared up at his mom. "Hey," he said. "How long have I been sleeping?"

When Drew didn't answer, Doyle replied, "Not long at all, mini-man."

"Did Dad ever come in and see me? I don't remember if he did," Zak said as he lifted himself into a sitting position.

Drew opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't. She looked to Doyle for help. He understood and took a deep breath. "Zak, you know how you were being controlled by Argost?" Zak nodded and Doyle continued, "Well, he attacked the airship in an attempt to break you out. He really injured your dad in the fight. He didn't make it, mini-man."

Zak stared at his uncle and for several long seconds. He then looked at Drew for confirmation. She looked away, hoping he didn't notice that she was crying. He suddenly threw his blankets off, slid off the bed, and ran out of the room.

Drew and Doyle ran out of the room and followed Zak to the medical room. The Secret Scientists had left, but the siblings didn't care to know where they had gone. Zak made it to Doc's side and began desperately pleading with his father to wake up. Once he realized that Doc wouldn't wake, he ran back to Drew. She hugged him tightly as he cried onto her shoulder.

"It's okay, baby boy. Mommy's here," Drew said, as she rustled Zak's hair. She wanted to tell him everything was going to be alright, but she couldn't bring herself to say it when she didn't know that it would be.

"Mom," Zak said after a few minutes.

Drew stepped back knelt down in front of him. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

Zak shook his head. "We need to stop Argost before he kills anyone else. We need to stop him now!"


I hope I've done feelings of grief justice. I know it's certainly not easy just to push them aside, but I think that the situation the Saturdays are in calls for them to do just that. Thank you all for reading. I'll continue writing one-shots for The Saturday Chronicles once this story's over, and I'm looking for ideas. If you're interested, just leave your idea for a one-shot in a review! I'll try to write it once I finish up The Real War of the Cryptids.

As a quick note, I'd like to say rest in peace to actress Celeste Holm. My prayers and heart go out to her family.