AN: Hey! SO, I don't have too much to say right now, so, um, here's the second part of chapter fifteen! I hope you like it, and thanks for reading! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Bree's PoV:

Two hours after dinner, Adam had to leave for work. He didn't like leaving me with Mr. Davenport and Chase, but he didn't have much of a choice; he had already used all of his off days to stay home with me for the past two weeks. I assured him that I would be fine, and I told him to go to work. He needed the money. So, after kissing my forehead, giving me a hug, and telling me that he would be home around midnight and to call if I needed anything, Adam left for work. (He was a bagger at the local grocery store.)

Mr. Davenport was in the lab, working on an important invention, so Chase and I sat on the couch and watched a movie. Because I wasn't mad at Chase or Mr. Davenport, I didn't mind that Chase decided to hold me protectively while we watched the movie. I could tell that what happened that day bothered Chase, and I knew that he wouldn't let me out of his sight. My little brother and I had always been close, so when we fought, it really killed both of us inside. But we would always protect and love each other; the same went for our relationship with Adam.

My head rested in the crook of Chase's neck, and his head laid on top of mine. I gave a small laugh at something funny that one of the characters said, and I felt a rumble go through Chase's chest as he too laughed. But when the character's snippy line resulted in her being tortured, unpleasant memories were brought back.

I closed my eyes tightly as I remembered Douglas's abuse towards me when I was little. My hands gripped my hair as I remembered being abused by Ethan. I had been abused for my whole life, with periodic breaks inbetween. But during those breaks, the memories still tortured me.

I was faintly aware of Chase asking me what was wrong, but I couldn't really process anything. The only thing that I could process, the only thing that I could think about or focus on, were the memories that scared me senseless. Suddenly, my breathing began to increase, and I felt like I was completely out of control. I knew what was happening- I was having a panic attack. I had a lot of them when I was younger, and I never knew how to deal with them. Mr. Davenport was always there to help me, so I didn't know how to handle this; I could only hope that Chase did.

Chase's PoV:

I heard Bree's breathing become rapid, and fear instantly settled in the pit of my stomach. I took one look at my sister, and I instantly knew that Bree was having a panic attack. But even for the smartest man in the world, I didn't know what to do. Worry and fear clouded my thoughts, and I couldn't think straight.

I whipped out my phone and punched Mr. Davenport's number in.

"Chase, why didn't you just come down and get me if you had something to tell me?" Mr. Davenport's curious voice asked when he answered his cell phone.

"MR. DAVENPORT, I- BREE, SHE'S HAVING A PANIC ATTACK, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!" I shouted.

"Oh my God. Okay, I'm coming up!"

I hung up the phone and focused on Bree. I put my hands on Bree's cheeks and made her look at me. "Bree, Bree listen to me. You have to breathe calmly, okay? You've got to calm down, okay? Please, Bree!"

I heard the elevator doors open, and everything seemed to go in slow motion. Mr. Davenport pushed me to the side and began talking to Bree in a calm voice. And that was the last thing that I saw before I lost consciousness.

Mr. Davenport's PoV:

When I reached the living room, I saw Chase sitting next to Bree and begging her to breathe. I ran up to him and pushed him out of the way, kneeling in front of Bree and getting her to focus on me.

"Sweetheart, listen. You need to calm down. It's okay; he's not here. Neither of them are here. They won't hurt you anymore, sweetie, I promise. Copy my breathing, Bree. In. Out. In. Out. Good," I said soothingly, stroking her cheeks with my thumbs. Bree was crying silently, but her breathing calmed. I realized that this was the most quickly resolved panic attack that Bree had ever had.

When Bree's breathing was completely normal, I pulled her into a hug. I began to stroke her hair as Bree cried into my chest, her body racked with sobs.

"Hey," I whispered, "It's alright. You're okay, sweetheart. You'll be okay." I kissed the top of Bree's head and felt her go limp in my arms. "Bree?" I looked down at my daughter and saw that she had passed out, which wasn't unusual; she always passed out after panic attacks.

I sighed lightly and picked Bree up in a bridal hold. I placed a kiss on Bree's forehead and carried her into my and Tasha's room. As I layed Bree down under the covers of my bed, I felt sorrow wash over me. My little girl had been through so much, and she was only seventeen.

I brushed some hair away from Bree's face and walked back into the living room to see Chase passed out on the floor. Oh great. I walked over to Chase and knelt down next to him.

"Chase! Chase!" I said, shaking said boy slightly in an attempt to wake him up. Chase's eyes snapped open, and he shot up.

"Where's Bree?" Chase asked frantically.

"Bree's fine," I assured him, "She had a panic attack, but I was able to calm her down rather quickly. She's unconscious right now."

"I need to see her."

"Okay."

I led Chase to my room. At the sight of Bree, Chase's eyes filled with tears. Chase rushed to Bree's side and sat down next to her, holding her hand and stroking her hair.

"Will she be alright?" Chase questioned, his voice shaky. I walked up to him and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Chase, it was only a panic attack. A minor one, at that. She'll be fine."

"Mr. Davenport, she- she had a panic attack, and it scared the shit out of me. And you WHY she has panic attacks? Because I didn't protect her from Douglas or Ethan. And I'm the reason that she started cutting. My sister-my only sister-keeps getting hurt, in one way or another, by or because of me. It's all my fault."

"No, it's not," I protested, "And I know for a fact that Bree doesn't think that it's your fault, either. You can't keep beating yourself up about it. And if it's anyone's fault, it's mine. I'm her father; I'm supposed to protect her. And I didn't."

We were quiet for a moment before Chase broke the silence. "We need to call Adam."

I nodded and watched as Chase pulled out his cellphone and hit Adam's contact.

"Hey Adam. Yes, I know that I'm not supposed to bother you at work, and I'm sorry. But Bree had a panic attack, and you need to get home now. Yeah, she's fine, just unconscious. Okay. See you in a few." Chase hung up the cellphone and put it back into his pocket.

We were quiet again until Adam came bursting in only five minutes later. Adam immediately ran to Bree's side and began to stroke her cheek with his hand. "Bree?" Adam whispered, and I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was crying, and had been.

Miraculously, Bree's eyes fluttered open, and she slowly sat up.

"Breezy? How do you feel?" Adam whispered.

"Fine," Bree answered, speaking at a normal volume. "What happened?"

"You had a panic attack while I was at work. I'm so glad that you're okay." Adam then pulled Bree into a hug, which she instantly returned.

When my oldest son and only daughter broke apart, Adam looked at Chase and me and said, "I need to talk to you two."

Chase and I, without question, got up and followed Adam out of the room and into the kitchen.

"Listen, um, I know that, only a few hours ago, I was threatening you to stay away from Bree. But I'm glad that you didn't, because you both saved her life. SO, um, you guys can, uh, you can be around her." Adam turned around and started to walk back into my bedroom when I asked a question that stopped him in his tracks.

"What does this mean, Adam?"

Adam turned his head a fraction and answered. "It means that I forgive you two."

AN: So, um, yeah. I'm sorry if that wasn't what you wanted it to be, or if it was really anti-climatic or something. I want to thank: yourfriendtheninja for giving me an idea, which, while it wasn't used for this chapter, will be used for another one shot. SO, I hope you liked part two, sorry if you didn't! Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! :D Later! :P