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Chase's PoV:

When the screaming began, I realized two things: one, I was dying inside from hearing my sister in pain, and two, I wasn't on the floor dying because of my super hearing. My first guess, which was most likely correct, was that Mr. Davenport had disabled my super hearing when he, Leo, Tasha, and Douglas reached the lab. I refocused on my sister then, deeming her more important.

Bree's body was convulsing, and had it not been for me and Adam holding her down, Bree would've been on the floor, rolling around and thrashing as she screamed in pain. Instead, she was lying on the cyber desk, screaming in pain. Tears streamed down not only Bree's face, but also mine and my family's faces.

Mr. Davenport held Tasha and cried silently into her hair, and Leo and Douglas cried silently as well, their hands covering their mouths. Adam and I were openly sobbing, almost as if WE were the ones in pain, not Bree. And in a way, we WERE in pain. Bree, our only sister, was hurting worse than anyone could possibly imagine, and there was nothing that we could do about it. Which didn't just cause us pain- it killed us.

I stroked my sister's cheeks with my thumbs, trying to calm her down. But my attempts were futile, and I knew that they would be. Thanks to my super intelligence, I knew that the medicine that Mr. Davenport had injected Bree with felt like liquid fire that spread through your veins. Your whole body felt like it was on fire and was being electrocuted at the same time.

I don't know what, but something in me suddenly snapped. "STOP IT!" I screamed at Mr. Davenport, "YOU'RE KILLING HER! STOP IT!"

Mr. Davenport just kept crying into Tasha's hair, and I saw him tighten his grip on his wife.

"ISN'T THERE SOMETHING THAT YOU CAN DO?!" Adam yelled, tears flowing out of his eyes. But Mr. Davenport didn't answer my older brother either. After another three minutes, Bree's body went still, and she stopped sobbing and screaming. At first, I was afraid that Bree was...well, dead. Then I saw the gentle rise and fall of my sister's chest, and a feeling of relief washed over me. I leaned down and kissed my big sister's forehead, thankful that she wasn't in pain for at least a little while. But then I remembered that there could be something seriously wrong with Bree, and that feeling of relief washed away, only to be replaced by a sense of dread. If there was something really wrong with Bree...

No. She'd be fine. Right?

Adam's PoV:

I stared at my sister's limp body, tears flowing down my face. I wanted to be strong for Bree, but I just couldn't help it. I laid my face down on Bree's stomach and sobbed, and I could hear Chase sobbing as well.

I looked up when someone rested their hand on my shoulder. Mr. Davenport. My uncle by technicality but my dad by reality. He would always be our dad, no matter who created us and who didn't.

Mr. Davenport looked at me for a second before shifting his gaze to Bree. I saw tears swimming in his brown eyes, and I knew that Mr. Davenport was screaming and dying on the inside. I knew that he hated himself for putting Bree through that, even if it was for her own good in a way.

"Okay, um, now naturally, I would make you guys leave while Douglas and I figured out what was wrong with Bree. But, um, I think that it'd be for the best if you stayed. Tasha, Leo, you can stay or leave. Whatever you want to do," Mr. Davenport said, his voice shaky.

"As much as I want to stay for Bree, I-I just can't. I'm sorry. I'll be upstairs; when you're done, I want a full report," Tasha told us, sounding really shaken up.

"I'll, I'll go with Mom," Leo stated.

Mr. Davenport nodded, and we watched as Leo and Tasha headed to the elevator. I looked back at Chase, who was paying no attention to the rest of us; his focus was solely on Bree. Chase was stroking Bree's hair and trying to stop his tears.

I rested a hand on his shoulder, and he glanced up at me before refocusing his eyes on Bree.

"Okay," Douglas started, already getting out equipment alongside Mr. Davenport. "Are you two sure that you want to be in here?"

"Positive," Chase and I answered simultaneously.

"Alright."

On that note, Chase and I watched as Mr. Davenport and Douglas got to work. They ran tests, took blood pressure levels, stuck an IV into her arm, etc. But none of it really mattered all that much to me. All that mattered to me, all that I cared about, was my sister. I had to hope and pray that she would be fine; that maybe something had happened when Mr. Davenport and Douglas were fixing Bree's chip after she destroyed it. But then again, if something WAS wrong with her chip, it could be bad. What if she would lose her bionics again, this time permanently. What if she died from some rare type of chip-overload that, as far as I knew, didn't even exist.

I glanced over at my little brother. His face was red and puffy, especially around his eyes. Even the most clueless of people could take one look at him and see that he had been crying his eyes out. I held Bree's right hand, and Chase held her left. I could see how much this was affecting Chase. It was affecting me too, of course. But, for Chase, it was a little bit different. You see, when we were little, we grew up without a mom. I never really thought about it; of course, I never really thought about anything when I was little. Bree tried not to think about it, because she thought that our mom had left us, and that thought was enough to bring her to tears every time it crossed her mind. But Chase, being the smartest person in the world, always thought about it. And he would always ask me where our mommy was. When I would tell him that we didn't have a mommy, he would always ask why. And I always had the same answer: "I don't know."

But one day, about the umpteenth time that Chase asked me about our mom, he came up with his own answer. I had just told him, "I don't know," when a large grin spread across his face.

"You know what?" he had said to me, "A mommy is someone who always loves you, and takes care of you, and reads to you, and teaches you. I know who my mommy is; my mommy is Bee-Bee!"

I hated seeing Chase sad, so I let him believe that Bree was his mom. She was always seen as my little sister, not my mom, so I never thought about her being MY "mommy". But I could see why Chase thought that Bree was his mom. She always marveled at how smart he was, and she let him show off as long as it didn't get too out of hand. She read all of his favorite books to him; in fact, she demanded that Mr. Davenport teach her how to read when she was three just so she could read to Chase. Bree always cuddled Chase in his capsule until he fell asleep, sometimes falling asleep with him. And when Chase was sick, even just a little, nurse Bree was to the rescue. So I could definitely understand why Chase was close to the point of delusion. If I was hurting this badly for my baby sister, I couldn't even begin to imagine how Chase was feeling.

"Hey," I whispered, causing Chase to look up at me. I put an arm around his shoulders, trying my best to comfort him. "It's alright. She'll be okay. It'll all be okay."

"How could you possibly know that?" Chase asked, his eyes resting on Bree's still form once again.

"I can't. I can't promise you that it'll all be okay in the end, and I can't promise that Bree will be okay. But our sister's a fighter, Chase; she's stronger than we could ever imagine, and I would put my life in her hands any day."

"I know," Chase replied, "I trust her with everything."

I nodded, and Chase hugged me. And I hugged back. I realized then how much Bree, Chase, and I needed each other. Sure, we needed our parents, Leo, and even Douglas; but my younger siblings and I were a different case entirely. We were the dynamic trio; we completed each other. Without me, my siblings wouldn't have anyone to protect them or provide strength on missions. Without Bree, Chase and I would be slow on missions, and we wouldn't have someone to keep us from killing each other. And if we didn't have Chase, we wouldn't have the necessary intelligence to complete missions, or even get a really good grade on our homework. Of course, Chase wasn't just a brain, or even just a leader; he was our brother. He was always there when we needed him, he always knew what to say, and he always knew when something was wrong.

The three of us needed each other to stay alive, both on missions and in every day life. And if one of us was lost, the whole team would be lost.

"OH THANK GOD!" I head Mr. Davenport exclaim, causing me and Chase to look up.

"What, what is it?" Chase asked, looking both excited and terrified.

"The bad news is that Bree's chip was knocked out of place during training yesterday, but just a little bit. The good news is, it's not fatal, and I can easily fix it."

"So Bree will be alright?" I questioned, exhilaration dominating my tone.

"She'll be just fine," Mr. Davenport answered, a huge smile practically covering his face. Chase and I both gave rather large grins as well, relief washing over us. My little brother and I embraced, too happy and overwhelmed to care if we looked weird hugging or not.

"She's safe," I whispered through tears to a crying Chase, "She's safe. She's going to be alright; it wasn't as bad as we thought it would be. It's okay. She's okay."

*One Hour Later*

Chase's PoV:

Adam and I paced in the living room, anxious to see our sister. Mr. Davenport had requested that we leave him alone so as to allow him to work on Bree's chip in peace. We had relented, even though we didn't like it at all.

"Do you think that he's almost done?" Adam asked me worriedly, running his hands over his face.

"Maybe. Yes. No. I, I don't know," I admitted, kind of at a loss for words. I raked my fingers through my hair, stress setting in even further than it already had.

The elevator dinged, and Adam and I snapped to attention. To our joy, Mr. Davenport came out, supporting a pale but awake Bree. Adam and I rushed over, engulfing Bree in a hug. Mr. Davenport smiled and kissed the top of Bree's head.

I felt Bree's fragile arm rest around my waist, and I gave a shaky laugh. Adam and I both pulled away and gave our sister a smile. I kissed Bree's forehead, and Adam smoothed her hair down.

Then, with a toothy grin, I looked at Bree and said the two words that we had all been hoping to say since all of this started. "You're okay."

AN: There was part two of chapter eighteen! I hope that it was alright, and I'm sorry if it took too long for me to update. :( Thanks a lot for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following! :D Later! :P