Hey, I'm back! And I'm really, really tired. It's super late. But I really wanted to post this for you guys. I really hope you guys like it, and keep an eye out for the next chapter! It's got a little, special surprise for you all. ;) Just out of curiosity, who actually listens to the soundtrack I suggest? Anyone? *cricket chirps* Okay, never mind...anyway, I'm still putting it just in case! :D It's "Untitled: How Could This Happen To Me?" By Simple Plan. It fits it perfectly, and I highly recommend listening to it during this! Although, you might have to replay it a couple of times, and this chapter is abnormally long. Anyway, here are the responses to the reviews! :)

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Now onto the chapter!

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Leo heard a sigh from beside him as both him and Donald were walking back into the lab after a difficult search for his siblings. They had been missing for over seven hours. Now that was definitely something to worry about.

Donald had scheduled a search if they weren't back after three and a half hours. That was a really long time ago. Leo plopped down in a chair and Donald started typing furiously at the cyber desk.

"They should have been back by now...I don't get it. I just don't get it. Their GPS signals are gone. Its like they've been shut off." He mumbled, pausing as his fingers stopped for just a moment.

"Unless..." He began, then quickly shook his head before typing again. Now Leo's curiosity was piqued. He stood up and walked closer to Donald.

"Unless what?" He asked and Donald shook his head.

"Nothing. It's nothing." He said as he typed at the desk as fast as humanly possible.

"What is it, Big D.? What are you hiding?" He asked and Donald sighed, never stopping his typing as he spoke.

"Look, Leo, when the GPS signals aren't working in their chips, then that means that either someone disabled them, which isn't an easy thing to do, or..." He paused, debating on whether or not he should say it or not.

"Or what?" Leo pressed on, his patience wearing thin.

"Or something happened to them." Donald said, voice quiet. Leo's mouth fell open slightly, and he frowned as he shook his head.

"No. No, I refuse to believe that something happened to them!" Leo said in denial as he took a couple steps back, and Donald stopped typing and quickly turned around.

"Leo, I'm not saying that anything happened to them. I'm just saying that we need to be aware of the possibilities. Donald said and Leo nodded slowly. Donald sighed as he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We need to go out again; you ready?" Leo nodded.

"Yeah. I'm ready." Leo said, but before they could even begin to leave, they heard footsteps walking down the hall towards them. They both looked up to see Adam and Bree walk in quietly. Leo and Donald's faces immediately lit up.

"Guys! You're all right!" Leo exclaimed as they both rushed over to give them a hug. Leo didn't even notice, from all of his excitement, that they didn't return the hugs. They both pulled away with smiles on their faces, but frowned at the solemn look on both of Adam and Bree's faces.

"Guys..? Where's Chase?"

"Yeah, please tell me that he's just putting the gear back away," Leo said hopefully, but felt his fear that was racing up and down his spine, turn into a brick of dread and fill his stomach at Bree's pained expression. "Guys?" Leo whispered and Bree choked back a sob as she looked down.

"He didn't make it..." Adam whispered with a somber expression. Leo's eyes widened as reality slammed into his chest unexpectedly.

"No..." Leo said, not willing to believe that his older brother, his best friend, was gone. "No. No, he isn't, You're lying! This is just some sick and twisted prank! There's no way he's gone!"

He shouted and immediately felt a hand grab his shoulder, and looked over to see Donald holding onto Leo's shoulder, shaking his head slowly, pain and tears filling his eyes.

He looked back at Adam and Bree, before looking behind them towards the hallway hoping that Chase would come running out, full of life and yell 'surprise!'.

"I wish it was, Leo. I so wish this wasn't true." Adam said and Bree sobbed quietly.

"It was Krane. He did this." Bree whispered in between sobs. "Chase is dead, Mr. Davenport. He's dead." Only then did the reality sink in, making Leo feel sick to his stomach. His fists clenched as tears began to roll down his cheeks. Krane was going to pay.

He was going to suffer.

And Leo would make sure of it.

Leo closed his eyes and shook his head; this couldn't be happening. Chase was one of the best people Leo had ever met. How could this happen?

It wasn't fair.

Leo felt himself being pulled into a group hug by Donald, and they all held on tight to each other, sobbing quietly and mourning the loss of one of the greatest people to have ever have lived.

Adam couldn't handle it. He just couldn't and he wouldn't. He locked himself away in one of the guest rooms, and collapsed onto one of the beds, not even bothering to clean up and change out of his mission suit. He considered this place to be one of his secret places to just go and be by himself and think.

But the wounds were just too raw, and it was all too soon. He didn't even want to go anywhere in the house, for everything he saw only reminded him more and more of Chase.

He turned onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, eyes open but not seeing. They were filled with pain, heartache and tears. Chase didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to die like this. He should have lived a long life, with a good, older brother.

Not one who treated him the way he did.

Adam would never forgive himself for this. He believed and knew that this was his own fault. He should have been the one to save Chase and Bree, not the other way around. It just wasn't fair.

Chase was so young.

This shouldn't have happened to him. It shouldn't have even happened at all! He sat up and threw the in-table beside the bed towards the wall with a cry of pure agony. The shatter of wood echoed through out the empty room.

How could this happen!?

He sobbed into his hands as he sat on the bed, his body shaking uncontrollably. He was only vaguely aware of the door opening, and a presence sitting on the bed next to him. He looked up, eyes red and puffy, to see Bree not looking much better than him, still in her mission suit.

They embraced each other, and cried.

The others didn't understand how hard this was. Sure, it was hard for them. But it was nothing compared to what they were dealing with.

One; Chase was their little brother. Their only younger, biological brother.

Two; he died for them. He sacrificed his own life for them. And that was unimaginably hard to deal with.

Three; they were the closest to him. They just had a special bond for some reason.

And the fourth and final reason; was that they were the ones to abandon him at school, and that it was their fault that he died.

In a twisted way, they were responsible for his death. If Bree would have super-sped them out, he would have survived. At least that's what she thought. And if Adam would have not taken no for an answer when they were leaving, then Chase would still be alive. At least that's what he thought.

And they both believed that, if they had only woken up first, then their baby brother would still be alive right now. Even if one of them were not. They blamed themselves for the loss of their best friend.

A part of their heart, and themselves, was gone. Without him they weren't whole. And for that, they cried. They cried and cried until they couldn't anymore. One question recurring through their brains.

How could this happen?

This was her fault. It was all her fault. She wasn't fast enough, and she wasn't smart enough. She could have saved him; but she didn't. It was as simple as that. This was all her fault. No matter what anybody says, it was her fault.

She couldn't believe that Chase was gone...that not even seven hours before now, he was alive and breathing.

A sob bubbled up in her throat, but she swallowed it down as she walked the empty halls of the house, walking straight through the room with her head hung low, and never even looking around the room.

For it would only break her heart even more; knowing that only several hours before, Chase had come limping through that door; injured because of their cowardice. She needed to find Adam.

He needed comfort, and she did, too.

She knew where he would be; it was where he always went when he was upset. She headed down the halls and towards the guest room , only to find the door closed.

She took a deep breath to clam herself, and willed the tears away, for only a moment, before she heard an anguish cry from inside the room, and wood breaking. She took that as her cue to enter. She slowly and cautiously opened the door, finding Adam sobbing on the bed. The sight broke her heart even more; if that was even possible.

She slowly made her way over to him and quietly sat down next to him. He looked up and when she saw him, that was when she lost it. They each embraced each other and sobbed; hard. For the loss of a brother, for the loss of a brother, and most importantly, the loss of the best person they ever knew.

How could this even happen? She wondered.

Chase didn't deserve this. She was suddenly reminded of a time when the three of them had been in this room. It had been a year since the lab had blown up. Everyone was upset that day, but especially the three of them.

Chase led Bree quietly down the halls. He had found her in the lab and had only told her to just come follow him. She sighed as she crossed her arms, pausing in their short walk.

"What exactly are we doing, Chase?" She asked, annoyance lacing her words. This was how she dealt with her sadness. She acted annoyed with everything, while Adam acted just simply sad, and Chase tried his best to perk them both up; usually working. When Chase wasn't' trying to cheer them up, however, he would act distant.

Quiet and, whenever she would look into his eyes when he was like this, she would just see an emptiness settled in there. A look of hopelessness, yet in a way, he was devoid of any emotion. She mentally shook her head and listened to his answer.

"When I was in the living room, I heard soft crying because of my super-hearing, and I knew it was Adam. I think that he's really upset." Chase said and she sighed.

"So, you were eavesdropping?" She asked simply.

"No! Of course not; I can't help it that my bionics work this way. But I still think that we should try and comfort him," Chase said and she nodded with a sigh.

"Let's go," She said before Chase opened the door and they walked in to find Adam sitting on the bed with a blank look on his face. He looked at them, before looking back up at the ceiling.

"Hey, buddy," Chase said as he slowly entered the room. Adam nodded in response and she and Chase both exchanged a glance. "How are you?" Chase asked, and Bree smacked him lightly in the arm.

Chase, however, was unfazed by it and shrugged. Adam looked at them, and Bree was shocked by the amount of seriousness in his eyes. It was such a rare emotion to be possessed by the seventeen year old.

"You wanna' know the truth?" Adam asked, his voice raspy from crying, and they both nodded sincerely as they each took a seat beside him on the bed. "I guess...I'm just bummed. Ya' know? This all just stinks. I miss our old lab, I miss our old life, I miss..." He paused.

"Us. I miss us." She frowned, mirroring Chase's expression. "We used to be so close, and now we just seemed to have drifted apart, and I hate it." Adam said, and once again Bree was shocked by the amount of resentment in his voice.

"Adam..." Chase began. "We're still close. I'll admit that things have changed, and that I do miss the way it used to be, but think about how far we've come. Everything has changed. But it's been for the better, Adam. Just think about it." Chase said and Bree nodded.

"Yeah, Adam. We've come so far. it's actually quite amazing." Bree said.

"And we'll always be close, Adam. No matter what happens, we'll always have each other." Chase said. Adam looked at each of them.

"Promise?" Adam asked, the true reason for his sulking being that he feared that their family would be the next thing to go. Chase and Bree both smiled as they linked arms with Adam and spoke at the same time.

"Promise."

She sobbed harder now, realizing that Chase never even kept his promise. This was so unfair.

Just so not right.

Chase didn't deserve this. None of them deserved to be put through this torture. Her baby brother was gone...forever. And no matter what she did, she couldn't bring Chase back. He was dead and gone.

It just felt so wrong to say that about her brother. To say that her brother was dead, just was not right. At all.

So she cried.

She cried for the loss of a brother, friend, and a hero. Her hero.

She cried for the fact that Chase would never find love and get married, graduate school, become the president like he had always dreamed since they were only little kids, and never become an adult. He'd miss out on everything. She cried harder than she ever has in her life. For she had a lost a part of herself and her heart.

And she would never get over this.

This sucked.

It simply...sucked.

Breaking it to Tasha had been hard. Harder than he could even comprehend. How was he supposed to go up to his wife, who was cleaning up the kitchen, humming a happy tune; blissfully unaware of the trauma and horror taking place in the basement.

She had greeted him with a big smile, and it broke his heart that he had to ruin this. But he did it anyway. He will never forget the shock on her face, and the way she froze mid-step. She was close to Chase. She had bonded with him, and she was quite fond of him. And he hated that he had to be the one to break it to her that one of her sons had died.

Heck, he hated the fact that he did have to tell her at all. She had broken down sobbing, and Donald had soon found himself joining her on the kitchen floor; a fresh and clean lemony scent in the room from her recent cleaning, making bitterness swell up in his heart for the fact that it was so...so...happy.

Chase is...was, so young.

So joyful, and young.

It made Donald sick that it was all taken away from him so soon. It happened too fast. Too soon. No one saw it coming, so no one got to say goodbye. They had brought Chase's body back, but Donald couldn't bring himself to see it. For seeing it, would only make the reality settle in.

And he was not ready for that, or even remotely prepared.

Because this was hard. It was hard on him, and everybody else.

But Donald knew that nobody could even begin to understand how hard it had to be for Adam and Bree. For they were exceptionally close. Not only that, but they were there when it happened.

Donald had tried asking them about how it had happened, curiosity taking a hold on him along with the fact that he believed they needed to share the burden, so that the heavy load of guilt wouldn't bring them down; which he knew would eventually happen if they didn't share.

But they would only shake their head and apologize, saying that it was 'too soon'. Donald didn't blame them one bit, he himself wasn't exactly yearning to know how his son had died.

He didn't want to know.

The only thing he did know about it, was that it was Krane's fault. But that didn't matter, because Donald blamed himself. He was the on to send them on the mission. He was the one that didn't listen to Chase before the mission. He was an awful father. Chase's death was his fault.

All, and only his fault. Yet, only one thought kept running through Donald's mind.

How could this happen?

Ta-da! Hope you likey! Please let me know! :)

P.S. Look for the next chapter tomorrow! ;)