AN: Here's chapter fifteen! I hope you like it, and thanks for reading! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Trigger Warning: If you have ever or do cut, and/or it's a sensitive topic for you, please skip this chapter.

AN: Takes place in season three, but Three Minus Bree and everything after it never happened.

Bree's PoV:

It was all too much. I just couldn't do this anymore; not without curing some of the pain, anyway. Leo and Tasha were away for a month, taking care of Rose, who had gotten hurt skiing. I was left with Mr. Davenport, Adam, and Chase, and at first, it was just like it used to be before Tasha and Leo moved in. Not that I didn't love Leo and Tasha, because I did. I just wished to have the old days back sometimes. But yet, at the same time, I never wanted to go back to them. I never wanted to be locked in a basement, hidden from the outside world, again.

A mission had come up whilst Tasha and Leo were away, and I had messed it up. Now my father and little brother wouldn't talk to me, their anger consuming them. Adam tried to make me feel better, and at first, it kind of worked. That was two weeks ago. Now, I never smiled or laughed, even just a little bit. Chase and Mr. Davenport didn't seem to notice or care, but Adam did. He noticed; he cared. So that made one person.

My father's and younger brother's words still floated around in my head, bringing on fresh waves of silent tears each time.

"Why can't you just listen, Bree?!" Chase had shouted.

"It was so simple!" my father had yelled.

"You know, I think that I speak for both of us when I say that you should never have been added to the team in the first place!" Chase had screamed.

It was then that Adam, who had been standing behind me the whole time with a comforting hand on my shoulder, stepped in front of me protectively and told them off. I ran then. I ran as fast as I could go, which was pretty fast. I'm not sure where I went, exactly. I just know that, when I returned two hours later, Adam was pacing in the living room. When he caught sight of me, he had pulled me to him, hugging me tightly. He had smoothed down my hair and kissed the top of my head repeatedly, whispering that I had scared the hell out of him.

I tried to apologize for my failure, but my father and little brother would have none of it. They didn't accept the apology, which I could understand. But they didn't even try to talk to me or look at me for those next two weeks. They wouldn't even say my name. If they talked about me, they referred to me as "she" or "her." But never Bree.

Adam, however, had been amazing to me through all of it. He promised me each night as he tucked me into bed that tomorrow, everything would be better. He said that Chase and Mr. Davenport would see that they were wrong, and they would beg for my forgiveness. (Mr. Davenport wouldn't let me into the lab anymore, so I was staying in a guest bedroom that Adam had set up for me.) Then he would give me a gentle kiss on the forehead, softly stroke my hair, and tell me goodnight. I would return his goodnight, and he would walk out of "my room," turning off the light and closing the door as he left.

At first, I believed what Adam told me. I had hope. I smiled and laughed occasionally, even if just a little bit, always because of Adam. He was always doing something in an attempt to make me happy. And for that, I was thankful.

But after awhile, none of Adam's "promises" came true, and I realized that they never would. So my hope, along with my occasional smiles and laughs, dissipated. They were no more.

So that's how I ended up here, on the bathroom floor in my guest room, a pocket knife making marks on my forearms. I gave a dry smile. I paint in silver, but it always ends up red on my canvas. Magic?

The smile vanished from my face, as it always did. I had started my "painting" two weeks ago, the week of the failed mission. I had so far hidden it from my family, even Adam, who was fiercely protective of me.

"Hey Bree, are you ready for-" Adam asked as he walked into the bathroom. But he cut himself off when he caught sight of me, sitting on the floor, leaning against the cabinets below the sink, knife held to my wrist. I had been in here for about five or so minutes, so I already had plenty of bleeding marks near or on top of the old ones.

"No, Bree, no!" Adam cried, not even attempting to stop or hide his tears as he fell to his knees next to me. "Give me the knife, please!" I didn't even fight back like I originally would have; I was too weak for that. I just dropped the knife, which Adam grabbed hastily but carefully. My big brother closed the pocket-knife and slipped it into his jean pocket before wrapping me in a hug.

"I love you so much, Bree. Please don't hurt yourself," Adam murmured repeatedly, his tears still falling as he hugged me tightly. I gripped him back just as tightly, crying into his shoulder.

Suddenly, Adam pulled away but kept his arms around me, his tears gone and replaced by a look of anger. But somehow, I knew that he wasn't angry with me.

"Come on," he whispered, picking me up in a bridal hold and carrying me out of the bathroom. I kept my arms huddled up to my chest and my face buried in Adam's. Tears still flowed out of my eyes, and though I tried to stop them, they wouldn't stop coming. All of the pain from the past two weeks poured out, and it was unstoppable.

Adam carried me downstairs, and I felt safe in my big brother's arms.

"Hey, what's wrong with Bree?" I heard Chase ask, using my name for the first time in what felt like a long time. I heard hurried footsteps approach us, and a warm hand touched my back, which was facing Chase due to my position in Adam's hold.

"Bree?" I heard another voice say. Mr. Davenport.

"Get away from her, both of you," Adam snarled, backing up in order to get farther away from two of our family members.

"Adam, what's wrong with her?" Mr. Davenport questioned in a demanding tone. He sounded...concerned. As did Chase.

"It's none of your business. And since when do you care about my sister?" Adam wondered aloud, using the same tone as Mr. Davenport.

"Since the day she was born!" Mr. Davenport answered.

"Whatever. I don't have time for this; I have a little sister to take care of," Adam stated coldly, beginning to walk again. He carried me into the kitchen and sat me down on the kitchen counter, next to the sink. Adam pressed a kiss to my forehead and reached down, pulling out the first aid kit from a nearby drawer.

Despite Adam's demands to stay away from me, Mr. Davenport and Chase jogged over to me to see what was wrong. When they caught sight of my forearms, they both gasped.

"You see what you've done?" Adam asked harshly, opening the first aid kit. "She did that because of you. You drove her to this!"

"That's not true...it can't be. He's lying, right Bree?" Chase questioned me desperately. "Bree, please tell me that he's lying!" I saw tears creeping their way into Chase's eyes, and Mr. Davenport was already quietly sobbing.

I lifted my eyes, which held dark semicircles under them, to meet Chase's. "He's not lying," I whispered as tears started to seep their way out of my eyes as well.

Chase's PoV:

That's when I broke. I started to sob as I threw myself at my sister, hugging her tightly but not too tightly. I didn't want to hurt her any more than I already had. I didn't know why Mr. Davenport and I had treated her the way we had; I guess we were just being stupid. Sucky excuse, I know. But that's all that I've got.

"I'm so sorry," I sobbed into her shoulder, "I'm so, so sorry. I don't know why I treated you that way, and it was wrong, and I'm sorry! Please don't hate us, Bree! Please!"

"Chase, I forgive you. Really, I do! I know that you didn't mean to hurt me," Bree whispered. She whispered a lot lately, I noticed. I also noticed how gaunt her face was; I absolutely hated it.

I pulled away, but only because I knew that Mr. Davenport needed to apologize too. And he did just that. He wrapped my big sister into an embrace and cried into her hair, just as I had.

"I'm so sorry, angel. I'm so sorry," he sobbed. I realized that this was the first time in a long time that Mr. Davenport called Bree something like "angel."

"I forgive you too," Bree whispered to our father, rubbing his back soothingly. When Mr. Davenport and Bree pulled away, Mr. Davenport placed a kiss on Bree's nose.

"Move," Adam murmured, pushing Mr. Davenport aside gently. Well, gently for Adam, anyway. I watched as Adam tenderly ran Bree's arm under the cold water that was running from the faucet. Bree hissed in pain, and Adam let her squeeze his hand.

Adam finished rinsing Bree's arm off and dried said arm before putting some disinfectant on it. This time, Bree gave a small cry of pain instead of a small hiss.

"Hey," Adam whispered, kissing Bree's forehead, "It's okay. You're almost done. You're almost there." Bree nodded, and Adam continued on, now wrapping some gauze around Bree's forearms.

"There," Adam whispered when he finished, "All done." He gave Bree another hug, which she (of course) returned. "Go eat; we'll join you in a minute." Bree nodded, and Adam helped her down from the counter.

We watched as Bree walked over to the dinner table and sat down in her usual place; the place where she hadn't sat in two weeks.

"You two," Adam said sternly to me and Mr. Davenport, "Come with me." My father and I shared a surprised look, but followed Adam nonetheless. My brother led us down to the lab, not bothering to use the elevator and instead using the stairs.

Once we reached the lab, Adam turned to look at the two of us. "Alright," he growled, "Let's get one thing straight. You two are going to stay away from Bree until I say that you can go near her. Got that?"

"Adam, what do you mean? Why can't we go near Bree?" Mr. Davenport asked, his brow furrowing.

"In case you two have forgotten, you both treated her like a murderer for two. Freaking. Weeks. I don't want you near my sister!"

"She's my sister too!" I protested.

"THAT'S NOT HOW YOU'VE BEEN ACTING! IT'S NOT LIKE SHE MEANT TO MESS UP THE MISSION, AND SHE REALLY DIDN'T MESS IT UP IN THE FIRST PLACE! SO WHAT IF SHE WAS A LITTLE SLOW, SHE WASN'T FEELING WELL THAT DAY! WE SUCCEEDED IN GETTING EVERYONE OUT IN THE END! IF ANYTHING, IT WAS AN ALMOST FAILED MISSION, NOT A FAILED MISSION!"

"WE DIDN'T MEAN TO YELL AT HER! I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER US! BUT-" Mr. Davenport started to defend, but Adam interrupted him.

"BUT NOTHING! YOU DIDN'T SEE HOW SAD SHE WAS! SHE NEVER SMILES OR LAUGHS AS OF LAST WEEK! AND THAT'S ALL. YOUR. FAULTS."

"WE DIDN'T WANT TO HURT HER!" I yelled, now joining in on the scream fest.

"WELL, YOU DID! AND I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE, OR WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE, I WILL NOT LET ANYONE HURT MY BABY SISTER! SO YOU TWO WILL STAY AWAY FROM HER IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" Adam finished yelling, now catching his breath. "Consider that your warning. Both of you."

Adam started to walk out of the lab, still breathing pretty heavily. "Adam!" I called, making him turn around and face me. "Why are you making us stay away from her if she's forgiven us?"

"Because," Adam replied. "Bree might've forgiven you, but that doesn't mean that I have."

AN: There's chapter fifteen! Did you like it? I myself thought that it was a little rushed, but otherwise decent. I will make a part two for this if you guys want me to. Alright, well, I don't have much else to say. SO, thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! :D Later! :P