Hello again! Oh, you guys are lucky! I'm updating with Chapter 4 this morning, and Chapter 5 will come this afternoon! Yay! Okay, I just want to say, thank you all so much for the reviews. I read all of them over at least ten times and it means so much to me. Really, I think I'm going to start crying. You guys are great. There's nothing better than knowing that people are truly enjoying the stories you put so much thought and effort into making. So from the bottom of my heart: THANK YOU!

Who wants to see how Chase's family reacts to him turning to the dark side? (Sorry, I'm a Star Wars fan; I had to!) This is the first chapter not from Chase's POV. Also, I'd like to apologize for not having as much Adam in Leo in this story. They're much harder for me to write. They're still there; they just don't play as big of a role.

Darn you Leo and your constantly messing things up! I loved Avalanche, but the alternate storyline (Leo freezing Tasha and Janelle) wasn't very good in my opinion. It just detracted from the other story. I had to find a quick way to fix this, so it's only mentioned in a few sentences. Just imagine that what happened in Avalanche to get Janelle and Tasha unfrozen happened in this story (minus Chase).

Okay, I'll stop talking now and let you read. Sadly, I do NOT own Lab Rats.

* * * Bree's POV * * *

Tears were welling up in my eyes as my little brother walked out with our evil father. What did he think he was doing? There were so many emotions raging inside me that I thought I was going to explode. Which wouldn't have been a good thing, since I was crammed in Adam's capsule with my brother, step-brother, and adoptive father.

"Adam, break the capsule," Mr. Davenport said. I thought he sounded surprisingly calm. I moved over a little to give Adam a little more room. His fist swung back and he punched the door so hard it shattered. We all fell out.

Mr. Davenport walked slowly over to his cyberdesk and started frantically typing in commands. "Um, Mr. Davenport," I said cautiously. "Was . . . was Chase under the effects of the Triton app?" Part of me hoped it was true, the other part hoped it wasn't.

Mr. Davenport sighed and . . . was it my imagination, or did a tear roll down his cheek? "No Bree," he replied slowly. "Chase did everything willingly. Douglas wasn't forcing him to do anything."

I gasped and began to sway slightly. Adam caught me and helped me sit down. My vision became blurry. "Wait, so Chase is evil now?" Adam asked. Normally I would have made a snarky comment, but I don't think the lump in my throat was going to allow me to talk.

Our father looked down at his balled-up first and gulped. "I guess so." I felt a cry escape from my throat. I couldn't bear to hear those words being spoken.

"Um," Leo said, trying to get our attention. "I know this is serious and stuff, but we have another problem upstairs."

* * * Later * * *

After we fixed the frozen-Janelle-and-Tasha problem, Adam, Mr. Davenport, and I returned to the lab. The tears were still threatening to spill down my cheeks. Right now, however, anger was the primary emotion in my mind. "How could he?" I blurted out. "He's our brother! We're a team! How could he do this to me . . . to us?"

"Bree, calm down, please," Mr. Davenport said.

"Calm down?" I screeched. "That was my brother! He betrayed us! He joined our evil father for some new abilities! That's all it took for him to . . ." I gulped. The anger left my body as quickly as it had come. I sank to the ground, the world spinning around me.

"Maybe Chase is faking it?" Adam said. I did my best to smile. Oh Adam, naïve, optimistic Adam.

"Perhaps . . ." Mr. Davenport said, but he didn't sound at all sure.

I wiped my eyes and stood up. In a shaky voice I said, "Are you sure he wasn't under any kind of control? Maybe Douglas brainwashed him, or it's some new app, or . . . or . . ." I needed to sit down. Pulling out a chair, I collapsed into it.

"Bree . . ." Mr. Davenport said slowly. "I . . . he wasn't being forced into anything."

"But are you sure . . ."

"Bree!" Mr. Davenport snapped. I immediately shut up. After taking a deep, shuddering breath, my father continued, "The one thing I can't figure out is exactly what happened."

"Me neither. What are we talking about, exactly?" Adam asked. I rolled my eyes.

"What happened in the time between the avalanche Chase was caught in and when we got back to the lab and found him here with Douglas."

"I guess Douglas must have rescued him," I mused. "Do you think . . . do you think Chase believes he owes Douglas?"

Mr. Davenport shrugged. "I don't know." He stared at his cyberdesk. It was almost as if you could see the pieces of a puzzle fitting themselves together in his brain. He began to think out loud, "If my brother found Chase in the Antarctic, then he must have been tracking you guys. He got Chase out, and somehow got Chase here. And during that time, talked Chase into joining him."

"I don't get it," I said, feeling the anger swelling again. "Chase is supposed to be the intelligent one. How could he do this?"

"Chase is a little gullible," Mr. Davenport said with a furrowed brow. I knew for a fact that was true. We usually had no problem tricking our younger brother into things.

"But something like this?" I insisted. "What could Douglas have possibly said that made him want to join our 'Evil Uncle Daddy?'" Adam chuckled a little at the nickname he had given Douglas, but at the moment I didn't share his sense of humor.

Mr. Davenport clenched a fist and looked at his cyberdesk. He seemed to be avoiding my gaze. "Do you remember what Chase said?" he asked hoarsely.

"Chase said a lot of things. I don't remember them all," Adam said. My father and I glared at him.

"He said . . ." I thought hard. ". . . well, he complained about being Adam's punching bag and . . . flash glue."

Mr. Davenport nodded. "That's why he went to Antarctica in the first place, remember? He wanted to prove that even without super-strength or super-speed he could still get the job done. That conversation earlier really shook him up, I guess. He felt less important."

"So he joined Douglas because he's mad at us?" I whispered.

My father – maybe not my real father, but the one I still considered my dad – shrugged. He still didn't know. None of us knew anything about this whole situation. Chase was evil, probably, and he was evil because he was angry with us. What had we done?

Ooh! They do regret it, Chase! What do you think will happen now? Did you like the story? Think there's something I could have done better? The only problem I had with this chapter was that I didn't make Donald very cocky. But I couldn't find the right place to do it in, and I figured he was pretty upset anyway. Review and let me know what you think! Next chapter: Chase tries out his new abilities and discovers a few secrets about his chip!