Hello friends! So here's Chapter . . . what are we up to? 8? Hooray! It was fun to do something from Tasha's point of view. It was hard, but fun. This chapter is a little slow-moving, sorry about that. I had to explain a few things before I could move on! But there's family stuff, so hopefully you guys like that. No Chase in this one though (sorry AllAmericanSlurp). Don't worry; he'll be in the next one. And every one after that.

At first I was going to wait until later to update. But I have something this afternoon that will keep me away from my computer (gasp!) for about three hours. By the time I get back I know it will be too late for some of you to read the story. So I figured I'd update early. You're welcome! Tomorrow I'll probably go back to my original plan of updating with one new chapter every day.

I do NOT own Lab Rats (but did you really think I did?).

* * * Tasha's POV * * *

Bree paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room. Adam was pretending to read a book, but he was holding it upside down. Leo was standing next to me, playing with his watch. And I was standing near the receptionist's desk, trying to look brave for my kids.

"I can't believe this! That Chase did this!" Bree had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I know, honey," I said, squeezing her shoulders. "But it'll be okay. Donald will be okay."

"I know," Bree said with a gulp. "But what about Chase?"

I bit my lip. For the most part I tried to stay out of their bionic lives. If they needed motherly advice or a shoulder to cry on, I was happy to be there. But the talk about missions, inventions, or bionic chips was all beyond me. I didn't know how to react to this. Chase, who I had come to think of as my son, was now partnered with Douglas, Donald's evil brother, because he was mad and wanted some new powers. I loved Chase too, but this was all so confusing.

We sat down on the couch together and I let Bree cry into my shoulder. I could tell Adam and Leo were trying to look tough, but they both looked like they were about break down and cry at any moment. This afternoon's events had been a whirlwind. I took a second to think about exactly what had happened.

I had gone into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Leo had been sitting on the couch reading one of his comic books. We were really quiet. Then we heard a noise. "Is someone screaming?" I had asked.

"It sounds like it's coming from the lab," was Leo's reaction. "It sounds like Big D!" We had rushed down there. We opened the doors to the lab to find Donald beneath a metal barrel and Adam and Bree looking a bit dizzy. I asked him what happened, and he told us that Chase had attacked them.

Adam and Bree took a few minutes to recover, but once they did they seemed fine. I quickly got a wet rag to wipe the blood off Bree's cheek. They didn't seem in need of any serious medical attention. The same wasn't true for Donald, however.

Despite his protests, the four of us managed to get Donald upstairs and into the car. We rushed to emergency room and that's where we were now. Bree's emotions varied from anger to worry to hatred to concern. I knew this had to be very hard for her. The boys had stayed silent practically the entire time, which was very unusual for both of them.

After what seemed like the longest time, Donald finally came out into the waiting room. His right leg was in a cast and he was on crutches. We all rushed over.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're okay!" I cried as I threw my arms around him.

"I'm good!" he said with a grunt. "Just a few fractures. I'll have the cast for a while, but I'm fine. I'm still unreasonably handsome!" Donald gave his signature cocky grin. I chuckled.

We walked out to the car. I helped Donald into the passenger seat. For the first few minutes, the car was quiet. Then Bree asked from the seat behind me, "Mr. Davenport, what did Chase mean when he was talking about not being able to use more than one ability at once?"

"It's true," Donald replied with a sigh. "Using more than one ability at once will overload your chips. It can cause serious damage to your bionics, which in turn can cause serious physical damage to your bodies.

"Your core abilities – Adam's strength, Bree's speed, and Chase's intelligence – don't exactly count. But, say, Adam, if you were to use your laser vision and blast wave abilities at the same time, it could have catastrophic consequences. It would be more of a problem with Chase then anyone, since he has the most abilities so far. And now even more."

"What happened after Chase threw me into the wall?" Bree asked after a couple moments of silence. "I didn't really hear that part."

"He started complaining about how I never gave him credit. About how I locked him . . . and the rest of you up for fifteen years. And about how I tried to send you guys away to Facility X against your will when Leo discovered you. Which reminds me . . ." Donald paused, then continued, "I'm sorry. I should have let you guys experience the world a long time ago. I saw you as science projects, not kids. If I could take it all back I would. Chase resents me for it now. I hope you guys won't too."

"No way, Mr. Davenport!" Bree insisted. "I mean, it probably wasn't the best thing you could have done. And I would have loved living a normal life before now. But it's okay. You did what you thought you had to do to protect us."

"Yeah," Adam agreed. "It definitely knocks you off the 'top ten dads' list, but you're still cool."

Donald frowned, not quite sure whether that was compliment or an insult. "Thanks, guys," he said. "I just wish Chase thought the same way."

"So how'd you end up under the barrel?" I asked.

"Oh, that," Donald said. "I told him I was sorry, and for a second I think he believed me. He asked me if I regretted it and I told him yes. Then he said it was too late. He hurled a barrel at me using his molecularkinesis and super-strength. And that worries me. He used two abilities at once."

"I thought you said my super-strength doesn't count," Adam said.

"Well, for you it doesn't. But because it's a new ability for Chase, it does count for him. He looked really weak and in pain. He still grabbed the flash drive and got out using his speed, which also worries me. If he overloaded his chip using two abilities, then he definitely shouldn't be using his super-speed."

"So what exactly does all that mean?" Adam asked, slightly confused.

Donald sighed. "Adam," he said slowly, "if Douglas can't fix him in time, then Chase may not make it through the night."

Dun dun DUN! Wow, I am mean! So, did you guys like it, even if it was a bit of a filler? And remember, your reviews are what inspire me to update sooner. If you want to see chapter 9 quicker, then leave a review telling me what you think of the story! Anything I could have done better? Are the explanations I provided absolutely absurd? Or perfectly reasonable? Let me know and I'll see you tomorrow!