Good afternoon, everyone! Sorry for not updating sooner. I had guitar practice. And now my fingers hurt! Which does not make it fun to type. :( Oh well!

Okay, so I don't have a whole lot to say about this chapter right now. Except, after reading all the reviews I got, I hope you guys aren't mad! I'm sorry, but this is the way I had planned to do the story all along!

I'm not gonna reply to all the reviews right now, but I had to say something to TheBritishWannaBe: You hit the nail right on the head. I wonder how many other people realized that Douglas had a golden opportunity there? The only question is: did he take advantage of it? I guess you'll have to read and find out!

I don't own Lab Rats. Or Jell-O. :P

* * * Chase's POV * * *

When I woke up, all I could see was white. My entire body felt numb. I tried to move, but in vain. "It will wear off," a very distant voice said.

"Am I dead?" I asked weakly.

There was a chuckle. "Nope, but you sure gave it your best shot," the voice said. It sounded a little closer this time.

The white in front of my eyes was fading. Color and shape returned to the world in a spectacular entrance. Equipment, walls, and a face. I blinked a few times to refocus my vision.

Douglas, my father, was standing over me. "I applied the update," he said with a smirk. "You can now use as many abilities as you want. And it also saved your life. That was a dangerous stunt, Chase."

I nodded. "I'm sorry," I said. "I wasn't thinking. It was a reflex."

"Eh, well, no harm done." Douglas stopped and looked me over. "Well, no permanent harm," he corrected. "You'll feel better in a few minutes. Don't worry."

"Thanks," I said with a grunt.

For a few minutes the lair was silent. Douglas typed a few things into his cyberdesk. I sat there thinking about my dream. I had come so close to death, and for what? A few stupid abilities. I had scratched my sister, thrown my brother, and pinned the man I had known as my father all my life. Payback? Please. They didn't deserve that. Heck, even Adam, with his "bionic brother toss," doesn't need to be on the receiving end of it.

Sure, my family treated me poorly sometimes. They didn't always give me the recognition I was due. But that's really alright. I'm more of a backstage guy, directing things from behind the curtain. And even if the stars didn't appreciate me, I can still know that I'm vital to the team. I wonder if they realized that now. Would they appreciate me more now that know what it's like to work without me? Oh, who am I kidding? They would never take me back now.

I was feeling better every second. My energy returned and I began to stand up. Douglas looked on with an approving gaze. I slowly shook myself out, making sure that everything felt better. Then I set my jaw, knowing what I had to do.

"I'm done," I said icily, my back to Douglas.

"What?" he inquired.

"I made a huge mistake." I turned to face my "father." "I never should have joined you. I left my team, my family, and I hurt them. You're sick, twisted, and evil, and I want nothing to do with you ever again." I smirked, proud of myself for finally doing the right thing.

Douglas looked hurt. Genuinely hurt. "So, I saved your life, not just once, but twice, and this is what I get?"

"Why'd you save my life? Honestly? It can't be because I'm your son. I'm a weapon, that's all you see me as!"

Douglas's eyes fell. "No, Chase," he said quietly. "I mean, yeah, you're a weapon. A powerful one that can conquer the world. But you're still my son."

"Mr. Davenport sees me as his son, too," I replied, "and he doesn't treat me like a world-conquering weapon."

"He lied to you! About quite a few things."

"He lied to protect me. You told the truth to hurt me," I pointed out.

Douglas clicked his tongue. "It could have been easy, Chase!" he said. I scowled and slowly began to ease into a fighting stance. "We could have been a father-son team! I was all for that! Oh well. Take notes, Chase. If you want to be an effective scientist, then you always put in a safeguard!"

Suddenly pain rocketed through my body. Every single part of me felt like it was being torn apart. From the inside-out all I could feel was an immense amount of torturous pain. My skin felt like it was melting, my head felt like it was exploding, and my arms and legs felt like they were being ripped off. I think I started to scream, but I wasn't at all sure. All I could focus on was the pain. I felt like I was dying, and this was coming from someone who had just narrowly escaped death!

Just as suddenly as it had started, the pain stopped. As I came to my senses, I realized that I was shaking on the floor. Douglas stood grinning with a remote in his hand. "What was that?" I yelled.

"My safeguard," Douglas said with a smirk. "Pretty cool, huh? I thought you might betray me, so I added it when I put in your update. Since your bionics are so interconnected with your nervous system, I can make you feel immeasurable amounts of pain with the push of button."

I shuddered. Why hadn't I realized this sooner? Of course Douglas would have no qualms about hurting me! Why the heck did I think it was a good idea to join him? A few new abilities were all it took to betray my family? How could I have been so stupid?

I stood up. My anger was rising. I had so many abilities now. Douglas thinks he can stop me? I focused my molecularkinesis on the remote, yanking it out of his hands.

"Hey!" Douglas cried in protest. I crushed the remote with my super-strength.

"Nice try!" I growled. "But your little 'pain button' won't be enough to stop me!"

"What do you think you'll do now? Run back home to Donnie? Yes, because I'm sure your siblings will welcome you back with open arms after you completely betrayed them." Douglas's sarcasm was even thicker than Bree's.

"I'll . . . I'll do something," I said with a gulp. "But I will not be your accomplice anymore. I'm not a weapon. I'm a human." Douglas had been moving closer and closer to the cyberdesk as I talked.

"Rule number two of being a good scientist," he said, "always have a back-up device!"

Before he could even finish, I rushed over with my super-speed. Just as he was about to grab the new remote, I telekinetically threw it across the room. Grabbing the back of Douglas's shirt, I tossed him over to the wall. Okay, I think I'm starting to understand why Adam does this to me so often! Douglas crashed into the wall and dropped limply to the floor. Without a second thought I raced out of the lair.

After a minute or so of running, I stopped and found myself in front of the Davenport household. My knees felt like jello after using my bionics. I guess I wasn't back to my full strength yet.

I approached the door of my house. Judging by the moon's position, I would say it was about 11 o'clock. It was doubtful that anyone would be awake at this hour. Would they even want to see me?

I wanted to knock so bad. Even worse, I wanted to rush inside and hop in my capsule. I wanted to race back into the arms of my family. But it couldn't be that easy. My fist raised itself to the door, ready to knock. But I couldn't. They would never take me back now.

Turning, I placed my back against the wall and slid down it. I put my head on my knees and began to do something I hadn't done in a long time: I started to cry.

Did you guys really think I would kill him? One thing you need to know about me: I would never, ever kill Chase. Ever. So you have nothing to fear! Review and let me know what you guys think. Are you mad? Happy that Chase is good again? What do you think is going to happen next? Tell me!

I am sorry, lovers of evil Chase! Hey, I like him too, but I couldn't leave him like that forever! Alright, so I'm sorry if this story didn't quite go the way you hoped. But there are still three chapters left. And if you thought I was done with the plot twists, well, you have a lot to learn about me. See you guys tomorrow!

One more thing: Douglas's "pain button" is partially inspired by a device he used in 88Keys's Traitor to make Chase feel incredible amounts of heat. Go check her story out, it's wonderful!