Hello again (already)! I decided to update with the second chapter tonight, since the first chapter is mostly stuff from the show. Unless I have scheduling conflicts (which I highly doubt), from here on out I plan to update with a new chapter every night. This chapter was so much fun to write! I love getting inside character's head and revealing their deepest, darkest thoughts.

Thanks to Wilhelm Wigworthy, KrisKat, RazaraTheFirst, and .life426 for being my first reviewers ever! You guys rock!

Without further ado, chapter 2! (Okay, I know that was lame. Sorry.) I don't own Lab Rats, blah blah blah, you know that!

* * * Chase's POV * * *

We walked in out the freezing snow to a slightly beaten-up helicopter. "I know it's not as good as any of Donnie's helicopters," Douglas shouted over the wind, "but it will suit our needs just fine." I shrugged and hopped in.

Douglas didn't talk much during the flight, which was just fine with me. I had a lot of thoughts to sort through. Something about what Douglas had said had really gotten to me. He knew what it was like for me? He could make me just as good as, if not better than, my siblings?

The whole reason I had come to Antarctica in the first place was so I could prove myself to Mr. Davenport, Bree, and Adam. They were always mocking me, saying I wasn't important. Saying that my bionic brain was no match for their "hustle and muscle." To be honest, this was something I was used to.

All my life I had been teased because of my smarts, because my mental attributes couldn't compare to my older siblings' physical ones. Adam threw me around a lot, and Bree would be sarcastic when I used my smarts. They never listened or gave me credit. They don't like it when I talk about being the team leader and acted like they would be better off without me. I always pretended to shrug it off, but it really did hurt sometimes.

Obviously I wasn't really joining Douglas, but I was the only one who knew that. I would trick Douglas into getting in the lab so we could trap him for good. I hadn't told my family (I had no way to tell them), so when they saw me they would think I'm genuinely evil. Maybe that would be a good thing. For a second they would regret everything. Perhaps they would treat me better next time.

I wondered if they regretted anything yet. After all, they probably thought I was dead. I had been buried in an avalanche and had to endure three hours of freezing cold before Douglas (of all people) found me. Now, mind you, this wasn't the "brain-freeze" kind of cold, or even the "I've-been-playin-in-the-snow-for-hours-and-I-need-to-dry-off-right-now" kind of cold. It was a hypothermic, absolutely freezing, "if-I-don't-get-out-soon-I-will -die" kind of cold. And it was horrible.

When the snow above me had finally crumbled, I had expected to look up and see Adam and Bree. But instead it was Douglas, my real father/adopted uncle (the whole family thing was still a little confusing to me). The feeling of dread that had swept through me at that moment replaced any feeling of cold. I had still gone with him, considering my only other option was to sit in that hole and die.

I tried to leave after Douglas saved me, but it was too cold. I was sure Adam and Bree would come for me, but Douglas showed me the GPS signals of their chips. They were already leaving. They had given up hope on me. The more I thought about that, the angrier I became. Once I had calculated how long it would take Mr. Davenport's high speed jet to get to Antarctica, I figured they couldn't have been searching for me for more than ten minutes. It only took them that long to give up?

One other thing was going through my head: Douglas had said he could upgrade me. I never knew my chip was upgradable. Why had Mr. Davenport never told me? Why had he never upgraded it himself?

Douglas had captured us and tried to turn us into his bionic soldiers. That was probably what he still wanted. But somewhere deep down inside I was beginning to see the resemblance between Douglas and Donald. Two different ideas were at war in my brain, and I couldn't honestly find out which one was more logical.

Douglas captured you! Donald kept you locked in the basement for fifteen years. Douglas tried to force you to be his soldier. Donald never listens to what you want! Did he ask you if you wanted to train to go on missions? But missions are cool! And you get to save lives. Douglas is evil! Says who? It's Donald's word against Douglas's. Donald doesn't give you the recognition you deserve. He always praises the older ones. They think they're so great because of their physical attributes. Not even that so-called genius appreciates your brains. Douglas would.

Did I really just think that? I tried again to refute it. Douglas is evil! He only cares about your bionics. My brain quickly switched to voicing the other side of the argument. But your bionics are a huge part of who you are. And he appreciates that! Come on, he's misunderstood! Agh, stop thinking that!

A new, greatly refreshing thought popped into my head. I can't betray my own family! We're a team. And teams never quit on each other. But once again my mind began to argue the other side of the dispute. Would Adam and Bree say the same thing? They don't seem to think you're very important! Hustle, Muscle, and Chussle, remember? They always act like they could get along fine without you. I put my head in my hands. My thoughts were an endless cycle with no clear answer.

I glanced over at the man sitting beside me. My father. Mr. Davenport had never even told me. We probably never would have found out, if Douglas hadn't told us himself. I couldn't help but think about all the lies our "father" had told us. When I tried to think of the lies Douglas had told me, my mind was blank. He had never actually lied to me. Did that mean something? Four hours. One choice. What was I going to do?

Ooh, a little cliffhanger for ya! Although since you read the summary, you probably already know what's going to happen. :P What did you guys think? Did you laugh, cry, scream, choke, or growl at any parts? Did you think it was absolutely lame? Criticism welcome, just be friendly! See you tomorrow night!