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This takes place the day after "Taken."

Chase's PoV:

I yawned as I woke up, stretching and stepping out of my capsule. I yawned once more before I walked over to Adam's capsule.

"Come on Adam, time to get up," I said sleepily, knocking on the glass of his capsule.

"Five more minutes," Adam groaned.

"Come on Adam," I repeated, "You have to get up now."

"Ugh. Fine." As Adam stepped out of his capsule, I walked over to Bree's to wake her up. But all I found was an empty capsule, and I started to get worried. I knew that I was probably just overreacting, and that there was nothing to worry about. But Krane had attacked us yesterday, and we were all still on the alert.

Adam and I were especially worried about Bree. Sure, Krane hadn't hurt her that badly, but when he threw her against the wall, it really scared me and Adam. When she was just lying there on the ground, unmoving, it looked as if she was...dead. That's an image that I'll never get out of my head.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by Adam walking over to stand next to me. "Where's Bree?" he asked.

"I don't know," I answered, shaking my head and turning to look at him.

We were silent for a moment before Adam broke the silence by asking, "You don't think that..."

I didn't need Adam to finish his question for me to understand. He was asking if Krane had gotten her, if she could be dead. "I don't know."

We stared at each other for a moment longer, and then we ran to the elevator. Once inside, I jammed the button for the living room. We rode up in silent anticipation, hoping that Bree was in the living room, safe and sound.

Once the elevator doors dinged open, we rushed out to see Bree eating breakfast at the island and Tasha cooking something, presumably lunch. Leo sat on the couch playing video games, and Mr. Davenport sat at his desk near the dining room table, reading a book about the king of Spain or something of the sort.

Adam and I ran over to Bree, engulfing her in a hug. We both sighed in relief, and Bree hugged us back.

"Well, good morning to you too," Bree joked, clearly surprised by our little "outburst." We hugged her for a minute or so until she pulled away. "What's wrong? You're acting like I just died or something."

"When we woke up, you weren't in your capsule. I usually wake up first, then I wake up you and Adam, so when we didn't see you in your capsule, we kind of assumed the worst. Especially after yesterday," I said.

"Well, I'm fine, but I appreciate the concern," Bree replied, smiling.

We smiled back, and Adam and I walked around the island to get some breakfast. I pulled out two bowls and two boxes of cereal, powdered sugar cookie doughnut o's for Adam, and special K for me. Adam grabbed some spoons out of the drawer and the milk out of the fridge. I handed Adam a bowl and his cereal, and he handed me a spoon.

I started to pour myself some cereal into my bowl when I heard Tasha say, "Bree, will you try this? I need another person's opinion."

I glanced up to see Tasha holding a spoon that had a few pieces of pasta on it.

"Sure," Bree responded. I looked back to pouring my cereal into my bowl as Bree took the spoon from Tasha and stuck it in her mouth. Bree chewed the food and swallowed before saying, "It's really good, Tasha. I really like how you-" But Bree's sentence was cut short as she placed a hand to her throat, breathing funnily. Then Bree started sweating, shaking, and wheezing. She fell to the floor, and we all rushed over.

"She must be having an allergic reaction! Tasha, what was in that pasta?" I asked frantically.

"Um, nothing much, just some cheese, a little bit of salt and pepper, some cummin-"

"CUMMIN?!" Mr. Davenport exclaimed, "Bree's deathly allergic to cummin! God, okay, Adam, carry Bree down to the lab and lay her down on the cyber desk, Chase, you go with him. I'm going to get my equipment. Tasha, get rid of that food and any cummin in this house. Leo, you come with me."

On that final note, we all rushed off to do what we were told. Adam and I ran to the elevator and jammed the button for the lab. The elevator seemed to move agonizingly slow, taking more time than usual. Finally, we reached the lab, and Adam placed Bree on the cyber desk.

Adam grabbed her hand and tried to soothe her as I stroked her hair gently, trying to calm her down. Mr. Davenport and Leo rushed in with a bunch of different equipment, and Adam and I looked at them.

Mr. Davenport attached an oxygen mask to Bree's face, and her breathing started to regulate again. She continued to shake and sweat, however. Leo placed a wet cloth on her forehead and behind her knees, trying to cool her off. (AN: For those of you who didn't know, one of the best ways to cool off when you're really hot is to place a cool cloth behind you're knees.) She continued to shake and sweat for a minute until she went completely still.

"Bree? Bree!" I shouted, scared that she was dead.

"Chase, Chase it's alright!" Mr. Davenport told me, resting a hand on my shoulder. "She's just unconscious. When she wakes up, she should be fine."

"And if she's not?" I questioned.

"She will be."

"I didn't know that someone could be that allergic to something. What exactly happens when she eats cummin?" Leo asked.

"Well, I guess it depends. For normal people, it's always the same predictable thing. But because of her bionic chip, her reactions are unpredictable. She was five when we found out about her allergy. They were still with Douglas back then, and he gave her something to eat that had cummin in it, not knowing that she was allergic. She started shaking and sweating, just like today, but instead of wheezing, her throat completely blocked off, making it impossible for her to breathe. She almost died that day," Mr. Davenport told him.

"So you're saying that because of their bionics, you'll never know what'll happen when they have an allergic reaction?" Leo questioned.

"Yeah," Mr. Davenport replied.

"What are Adam and Chase allergic to?"

"Adam's allergic to cats and Chase is allergic to pet dander."

"That's ironic," Leo commented, quirking an eyebrow.

"I know right? I mean, having two kids that are both allergic to pets? What are the odds?!" Mr. Davenport said.

"Well, technically, I'm not allergic to pets, I'm just allergic to pet DANDER," I put in.

Mr. Davenport looked at me for a second before saying, "Same difference."

"Actually," I argued, "It's not. There's a difference between pets and their dander."

"Well, I was just saying pets because you're allergic to pet dander, which is a pet related thing, so-"

Mr. Davenport was cut off by Adam saying, "I don't know if you two have noticed, but my little sister is lying on a table, depending on an oxygen tank to breathe, and she's kinda unconscious and shaking. So if you two clowns wouldn't mind stopping your debate for just ONE second, maybe you'd realize that Bree is hurt. I just can't believe you can act like everything's alright when it's not! She almost died yesterday, and she almost died today! Why are you acting like nothing's wrong?!"

I saw tears start to form in his eyes, and I realized that he had yet to let go of Bree's hand. I also realized that he was right. My big sister was lying on a table not even three feet away from me, unconscious and injured. She had almost died, just like Adam had pointed out, and Mr. Davenport and I were arguing about pet and pet dander allergies like everything and everyone was perfectly fine.

"I'm sorry Adam. You're right. Our main priority right now should be Bree, not our allergies," I stated, walking over to Bree's still form and brushing her bangs out of her face.

Bree's PoV:

I opened my eyes to see bright lights, and I blinked a few times to help my eyes adjust to the lights. I moved my head slightly to my left to see Adam crying silently as he looked down at my hand, which I discovered was resting in his.

I lifted my free hand slowly and brushed Adam's tears away, causing him to look at me in surprise. "Adam, please don't cry," I whispered as I slowly sat up.

"Bree!" Adam cried, crushing me in a hug. I hugged him back, and I felt Adam start to cry into my hair. I rubbed his back soothingly, hoping that would calm him down. But sadly, it didn't work. He only cried harder.

"You can take that off," Mr. Davenport told me, and I realized that I was wearing an oxygen mask. I nodded and took it off, handing it to Chase.

I let Adam cry for a few more minutes before I pried him away slightly so I could look at his face. His eyes were red and puffy, and he looked so upset that it broke my heart.

"Adam, why are you so upset?" I asked gently, not wanting to upset him.

"Bree, you almost died yesterday, and you almost died today. You keep coming so close to death, and I keep letting it happen. It's my fault. It's my fault that you're lying here, and it's my fault that you got hurt yesterday. I'm so sorry, Bree. I'm so sorry," he answered, tearing up again.

"Adam, listen to me," I said, looking him dead in the eye and making him look at me, "None of this is your fault. In fact, none of you are to blame. Krane's the one who hurt me yesterday, not you. And Tasha had no idea that I was allergic to cummin, so I don't blame her either. It wasn't her fault, and it wasn't your fault. So do me a favor and stop blaming yourself, because you didn't hurt me, you only helped me. And that goes for all of you." I looked at my dad and my other brothers, and they smiled at me.

Adam sniffled. "So, you're okay?"

I smiled at him as I said, "Adam, I'm more than okay."

Adam smiled back and said, "Good."

I slowly slid myself off of the cyber desk, Chase helping me.

"How do you feel, Bree?" Mr. Davenport questioned, his eyebrows furrowing in a concerned way.

"Fine," I replied, "I just have a sore throat."

"I'll go get you some water," Leo said, running to the elevator and stepping in. I watched as the elevator doors closed and Leo disappeared from sight.

We were all silent for a moment. But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. After a minute or so of comfortable silence, Mr. Davenport spoke up and asked, "Bree, do you remember anything?"

"Not really. All I remember is eating breakfast and Tasha asking me to try something that she was making for lunch. Then I started having trouble breathing, and I couldn't stop shaking or sweating. And then everything went black after that. All I remember besides that is being in pain," I answered. I paused for a moment before continuing, "I had an allergic reaction, didn't I?"

I looked at Mr. Davenport to see him nodding in response, confirming my fears. "Cummin?" I asked.

He nodded again.

"What were my reactions to it?" I questioned.

"You started shaking and sweating, and you started wheezing," Mr. Davenport reported.

"Ah." We were silent for a moment before I broke the silence by saying, "Well, at least my throat didn't start closing off this time."

Mr. Davenport chuckled, but my brothers remained silent. I smiled at Mr. Davenport and he said, "Bree, you're the only person that I know that would have an allergic reaction and then make jokes five minutes after you wake up."

I laughed lightly in response.

"I'm gonna go upstairs and see how Tasha's doing on cleaning out all of the cummin. Come up when you're ready," Mr. Davenport said. Then he walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead before walking to the elevator and stepping inside, the doors making him disappear from sight just as Leo had.

I turned to look at Adam and Chase, and I saw them staring intently at me. "What?" I asked, smiling at them.

Chase didn't answer, he just turned on his heal and walked away into the tunnel that our new lab had.

I turned to look at Adam as I asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know," Adam admitted, walking over to me and embracing me once again.

*Later That Night*

Tasha had been relieved that I was okay, and she kept apologizing profusely. But I just had to tell her every time that I didn't blame her because she had no way of knowing what I was allergic to. She finally stopped apologizing, but she kept hugging me throughout the day. I think that Leo took it the best. He hugged me a few times, but he didn't cry like everyone else.

One person in my family had been unusually quiet all day since I woke up. Chase. He hadn't spoken to any of us, and we only saw him at dinner and later that night when Adam, Chase, and I went down to the lab for bed. As we stepped into our capsules, I looked over at Chase. But I don't know if he noticed me or not, because he just stared straight ahead.

I felt the familiar whoosh of our capsules changing us into our pajamas. Mr. Davenport and Leo bid us goodnight and left to go upstairs. After a few minutes, I felt myself drift off into sleep.

*A Few Hours Later (Midnight)*

I heard a soft tapping noise on the door of my capsule. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Chase standing in front of my capsule, tears streaming down his face. I quickly opened the door of my capsule and stepped out.

"Chase?" I asked, looking at him worriedly. I wiped away his tears gently and I brought him into a hug. He immediately threw his arms around me, and I felt him start to sob into my shoulder. I started to stroke his hair gently. I slowly moved him over to the cyber desk and sat him down in one of the stools, sitting myself in the other one.

"Chase? Chasey, what's wrong?" I asked softly, trying to pry him away so I could look at him. But that just made him grip me even tighter, so I just let him cry for awhile, whispering soothing things into his ear.

Eventually he pulled away, and just looking at him broke my heart. His face was red and his eyes were puffy. Tear tracks stained his face, and he looked at me like I would disappear and leave him at any moment.

"Chase?" I tried again. "What's wrong?"

"I-I had this dream. In the dream, you had an allergic reaction, and everything that happened today happened in the dream. The only difference was, this time, you died. You died from the allergic reaction, and I couldn't do anything about it. The worst part about it-besides you dying, that is- was the fact that I couldn't move. I could see you, and you were dying right in front of me, but I couldn't move and I couldn't help you. I couldn't save you Bree. And that was just the first dream. I had dream after dream, and you died in all of them. I'm sorry that I woke you up so late, and that I just started crying like a baby to you. I'm so sorry, Bree. I'm sorry that I couldn't save you," he told me, looking down in shame when he finished.

I was shocked for a moment. "Chase, look at me. Look. At. Me," I commanded, and he did as he was told. "Now, I want you to listen to me carefully. You did save me. Maybe not in those dreams, but in real life, you saved me. Chase, from what I heard when Leo told me the story, you were the first one to realize that I was having an allergic reaction. And it was that quick thinking that saved my life. Thank you, because if it weren't for you, I'd be dead. And it wasn't just today that you saved my life. You've saved my life and Adam's on numerous occasions. I don't care what happened in those dreams. You're my baby brother and one of my best friends. But most of all, Chase, you're a hero. You're my hero."

Chase stared at me for a minute, and I stared right back. "Come on Chasey. Show me a smile," I sang the last part, and I saw Chase give me a small smile. "Come on," I continued, poking him, "Smile bigger than that." And to my relief, I saw a wide smile spread across his face.

He embraced me again and said, "I'll never understand how you do that."

"Do what?" I asked, pulling my face away from his shoulder and looking at him. He pulled back slightly as well and looked at me, smiling at me.

"You make me smile when I originally felt horrible. No one else has ever been able to do that before," Chase replied.

I smiled back at him. "Well, I'm happy that I can make you happy. I don't like to see my baby brother sad."

"You know that I'm not a baby anymore, right?" Chase questioned.

"Yeah, I know. But you're always going to be my baby brother Chasey," I teased, pinching his cheek jokingly. He continued to smile at me as he swatted my hand away.

"Come on, let's go to bed," Chase told me, getting up from his seat and walking to his capsule. I followed suit, and we both paused at the door of our capsules.

I looked over at Chase. "You'll be okay?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah."

I opened my capsule door and started to step inside when suddenly, "Yesterday."

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Chase questioningly. "What?" I asked.

"Yesterday. You told me, 'it wasn't just today that you saved my life.' Well, because it's after midnight, technically, you should've said, 'It wasn't just yesterday that you saved my life.'" Chase responded.

I stared at him for a moment before I started laughing, trying not to wake up Adam.

"Goodnight Chase," I told him, ruffling his hair and stepping inside of my capsule.

As I was closing my capsule door, I heard Chase say, "Goodnight Bree."

I smiled as I fell into a dreamless sleep, and hopefully Chase did too.

AN: There's chapter three!:D Hopefully that was alright, and I hope you liked it. Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! Later! :P