Hi everyone! Sorry it's been so long. Thank you EVERYONE who followed, favorited, or reviewed! You guys are the best! Thank you daphrose for your constructive criticism. I'll try to avoid plot holes in the future and fix the ones I have. Today, I will be using some characters and ideas of daphrose's We Deserve Freedom, and What I would Say. If you haven'tt read her stories- they are amazing. I will be borrowing her ideas and characters a lot from now on. Thank you so much daphrose! So… on with the show!

**Chase's POV**

I sat it the back of the limo, contemplating what I had done.

Yes, I know, I know. I was stupid. But when that rage filled me, I wanted them to know about how much better off I am without them. I pulled out my phone when I saw I had a new text message from Bree Henderson.

To: Chase Vickers

From: Bree Henderson

Where are you? Reply asap.

That seemed odd. Where are you? She was sounding desperate to me. But, might as well answer. We had multiple partnerships together.

You would think, how would a tech whiz and fashionista end up being partners in everything? Well, I supply her with all the technology and equipment for her shows, while she has models for our technology in our weekly magazine- Vickers Weekly. Egoistic much? Well, I own an empire, I have the right to name MY magazine after myself

I sent her a text message saying that I was going to the airport. This was her reply.

To: Chase Vickers

From: Bree Henderson

STOP! DON'T GO ANYWHERE!

Ok, now something was off. I got out of the limo, and walked into the airport, with my assistants carrying the luggage behind me.

Suddenly, a very hassled Bree came running to me, her high heels clacking against the ground, and her eyes filled with excitement.

She came up to me, and rested her hand on my shoulder. She leaned over to catch her breath. Gasping, she said, "Chase, Chase," she then pointed her finger at me accusing, and the moment before she said the last word, everything clicked into place. "Davenport."

But, I decided to act dumb. "What? Bree, are you feeling ok? Its Chase Vickers. I'm not some bionic freak!" I said the last word with a sour taste left in my mouth.

She put a finger on lips, as if shushing. "Don't you dare say that word again," she replied, eyes filled with anger.

"What, bionic freaks?" I had to force that out. "You support them? Gee, I really didn't know that"

"Don't play stupid! It's me, Bree!"

Now that confused me. Bree? I said the next part in genuine confusion.

"Bree Henderson, the best fashion designer on earth? Yes, I know that Captain Obvious." I replied.

"Ha! Fooled you!" But she said it forced. "Do you mind if we go for a walk?"

"Sure," I said, slightly suspicious.

After fifteen minutes of walking, she turned around and slapped my hand. She then gave me a bone crushing hug.

"Uh, Bree?" I have to admit; this was getting weird. We were just partners. What was she doing?

She then lifted my hand to the back of her neck. And I felt a weird bump. It felt like a slot. A slot for a chip.

"Bree?!" I exclaimed, and I returned the hug. My sister?! Why was she here? Why wasn't she back at the island?

"Chase, when you left, I decided that I wanted to follow my dreams as well, but when I asked Mr. Davenport, he said no! I mean, how can I do anything in life if I have the overprotective uncle/dad/creator? So I ran away!"

"Wait, how many weeks after I left did this happen?"

"Maybe 3 or 4 weeks."

"But how? When? Where?"

"Wow, is the genius finally speechless?" she smirked?

Oh, how I missed that smirk. I hugged her again.

"You have to tell me everything that has happened ever since."

"Well, I have a boyfriend…"

"You do? What's his name? Who is he?" I may be younger than Bree, but when it comes to instincts, I was her older brother.

"Oh my god, seriously! I know we just met but you don't have to be my mom!" And she was back.

"His name is Preston Summers (A/N: He is one of daphrose's characters), and he is AMAZING."

"Really?" I sat down with Bree on a bench.

"Yes! And look!" She showed a sparkling diamond resting on her ring finger.

A sudden pang of sadness hit me. Bree was going to get married already? They yars seemed to have fly by. And soon, she'll marry her boyfriend, and she'll move away. And before I know it, she be having kids and taking them to school.

Bree pulled me out of my thoughts, "Why do look sad?"

I forced on a smile. "Oh nothing." I put my arm around shoulder. "I'm really happy for you Bree. I really am."

"But what are going to tell Mr. Davenport? You were pretty obvious in that interview."

My face hardened. "I'm not going to let them catch us. I simply told that the race is on. But they will never find. Not ever in their life."

So how was it? Good? Bad? Tell in the reviews! Also, do you want to have Chase's and Bree's wedding? If so, I'm am not very good at writing those, so I am going to let any writing that chapter and I'll give you full credits. So PM me if you are interested, and tell me whether you want the story to have their weddings at all!