AN: Hey! I'm pre-writing a story right now, so please bear with me. Thanks! :D Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope you like it! :D

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AN: Takes place after "Which Father Knows Best". The episodes after "Which Father Knows Best" never happened.

Bree's PoV:

I drug my feet on the floor as I walked into my living room. It was after school on a Friday, and my brothers and I had just gotten home from school.

"You feeling okay, Bree?" Douglas asked me from the kitchen.

"Yeah," I lied, "I'm fine. I'm just tired from school."

Douglas nodded and sipped his water bottle, though he didn't look too sure of my answer. All day, I had been assuring my family that I felt fine; when in all actuality, I felt horrible. My head was pounding, and I could tell that I was on the verge of having a migraine. My stomach wouldn't stop churning, and I felt nauseous to the point where I couldn't even be in the cafeteria at lunch that day. My throat burned, despite all of the cough drops that I had taken. I was feeling slightly dizzy too, though not all the time. It came in spells, none of which anyone in my family was around for. Thank God. I had already caused enough trouble for them when I took out my chip; I wasn't about to go complaining to them.

"Alright, well, I'm going to go take a nap. I'll be in my capsule if anyone needs me," I announced, earning some "okays" from my family. Well, not all of my family; Tasha was at work, and Mr. Davenport was at a business meeting. He said that he would've taken Douglas along, but people thought that Douglas was dead; therefore, he couldn't go with Mr. Davenport. It was interesting to watch Mr. Davenport trying to convince his little brother that he couldn't go. The most amusing part had to have been when Mr. Davenport told Douglas that their mother would know that Douglas was alive if he went with Mr. Davenport. As my father (Mr. Davenport, not Douglas) put it, "Mom could find out that you're alive, somehow. And NEITHER of us want that." So Douglas agreed to stay home.

Anyway, I dragged myself to the elevator and pushed the button for the lab. Once I arrived at said place, I walked over to my capsule, set my bag down, and climbed into the tube that I had grown up sleeping in. But, due to my dizziness, I had to sit down in my capsule if I didn't want to fall over. I closed my eyes and felt myself drift off into a deep sleep.

*Two Hours Later*

Chase's PoV:

I walked into the lab and over to Bree's capsule. I almost felt bad for waking her up, seeing as my sister had been tired all day, but Mr. Davenport, who had come home an hour previously with Tasha, wanted Bree to wake up so she could eat dinner.

I frowned in confusion when I saw that Bree was sitting down in her capsule instead of standing up. "That's weird," I thought. But I brushed it off, thinking that it was nothing. I opened the door of Bree's capsule and kneeled down so that I was face to face with Bree.

"Bree," I said softly, shaking her gently, "Come on, time to get up."

Bree groaned as she opened her eyes, but she gave me a small smile. "Hey," she greeted quietly.

"Hey. I'm sorry, but Mr. Davenport wants you to get up so you can eat dinner with us."

"Okay. Help me up?"

I nodded and grabbed Bree's hands, noticing how they were shaking a little bit. "You okay?" I questioned Bree as she wiped the sleep out of her eyes.

"I'm fine." We walked to the elevator and rode it upstairs to the living room. All the while, my sister's words kept bouncing around in my head. "I'm fine," she had said. But somehow, I majorly doubted that.

*Thirty Minutes Later*

(Still) Chase's PoV:

After dinner, Adam, Bree, Leo, and I went to go sit on the couch while the adults cleaned up. As we were walking, Bree, who was behind me and my brothers, stumbled and caught herself on the arm of the couch. Adam, Leo, and I turned around and looked at her.

"Bree, you okay?" Leo asked, causing the adults to look up from their work.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Bree replied for the umpteenth time that day. She touched her forehead with the tips of her right hand fingers. "I just got a little light-headed for a second there." Bree then let go of the couch's arm and attempted to take a step forward, only resulting in falling on her butt. Bree sat there, looking a little dazed.

Mr. Davenport, Tasha, and Douglas stopped what they were doing and walked over, all three looking concerned. My family and I kneeled by Bree, trying to see if she was alright.

Mr. Davenport placed a hand on Bree's forehead as he said, "Bree, what's wrong?" He quickly withdrew his hand from her forehead though, looking really surprised. "You're burning up."

Bree's pale face developed a green tint, and she supersped off somewhere. It was only when I heard the sound of someone puking that I realized that my sister had gone to the nearest bathroom.

I ran to the bathroom that Bree was in, my family following. I got down onto my knees next to Bree and held her hair back for her. Adam got down onto his knees on Bree's other side and started rubbing her back. Bree puked for few minutes until she raised a weak hand, flushed the toilet, and leaned back into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her thin waist. She was really starting to worry me now.

Adam leaned forward and tucked a strand of Bree's hair behind her ear, an extremely concerned look continuing to grow on his face. Bree was now shaking, and even with my bionic intelligence, I couldn't tell what was wrong with my sister.

"Bree, do you have any idea as to what could be wrong with you?" Adam asked, and even though my older brother was speaking at a quiet volume, Bree winced and buried her face into my chest.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

"Please," Bree whimpered, "Stop yelling."

I shared a look with Adam. Okay. Bree definitely had a migraine, nausea/vomiting, dizziness, and fatigue. I couldn't think of what sickness contained all of those symptoms. I considered the possibility of Bree having mono, but that wasn't possible; she'd already had mono, and once you got over it, the symptoms didn't come back.

"Adam," I heard Mr. Davenport whisper, and I turned slightly to see that my father (Mr. Davenport, not Douglas) was motioning for Adam to come to him. Adam obeyed, and they talked in hushed tones for a minute before Adam walked back over to me and Bree.

"Mr. Davenport wants me to take Bree down to the lab," Adam whispered in my ear so as not to disturb Bree. I nodded and gently handed Bree over to Adam. Adam gathered Bree into a bridal hold, and Bree snuggled into his embrace.

I got up and followed Adam out of the bathroom, my eyes trained on Bree the whole time. I heard the rest of my family following behind us, but I payed them no attention. All I cared about was my sister.

When we reached the living room, Adam and I covered Bree's ears so she wouldn't hear the elevator doors *bing* open or closed. Once Adam, Bree, and I were in the elevator (the rest of the family took the stairs so that the elevator wouldn't be too crowded,) Adam and I took our hands off of Bree's ears. I began to stroke Bree's hair, and I realized that Bree had fallen asleep.

"Chase, what if Bree's not okay?" Adam questioned, his voice wavering. I could see tears in his eyes as he continued, "What if there's something seriously wrong with her? What if she...what if she dies?"

"No," I argued, my voice sounding hoarse, "No, she'll be fine. Bree probably just has some kind of sickness. I'm, I'm sure that it's not that bad." But I didn't even believe myself.

The elevator seemed to move slower than molasses, and by the time that we reached the lab, Adam and I were close to going crazy. Mr. Davenport, Douglas, Tasha, and Leo were already in the lab, and Mr. Davenport and Douglas were rushing around the lab, setting up equipment. I saw everything from an IV to an oxygen machine, and this just worried me even more.

"Okay, put her down on the cyber desk," Mr. Davenport ordered Adam. Adam once again obeyed and layed Bree down gently. "Alright. Adam, I want you to hold down Bree's arms and legs, and Chase, I need you to hold her head in place."

"Why do we need to hold her down?" I asked worriedly.

"Because, I'm going to inject something into her neck that will render her unconscious for a little while. But it'll cause her a lot of pain for a minute or two, and I don't want her to hurt herself," Mr. Davenport explained grimly.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. Adam placed one of his arms over Bree's abdomen and arms, and another arm over her legs. I held Bree's face in my hands gently, stroking her cheek with my thumb. Mr. Davenport took a deep breath before placing the tip of the needle on Bree's neck and injecting the medicine that would knock her out.

After Mr. Davenport pulled the needle out of Bree's neck, everything was quiet for a minute. Everyone's eyes were trained on Bree. And then the screaming began.

AN: Hahahahaha, I'm evil. *cue evil grin* Now, there WILL be a part two, so no one die or freak out or something! It'll all be okay. I promise. Maybe. Hahahahaha! *cue second evil grin* I'll try to update ASAP, okay? Anyway, thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! :D Later! :P