Author's Note: Yeah, I decided to play the Marcus card. Read, review, and enjoy overall!

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To ilovebreedavenport: I never stated Bree dead, and in my last A/N I said I would explain Adam's OOCness. I did last chapter with the pathokinesis.

Are we all comprehending this?

"How long have you known?" Marcus asked, and suddenly Chase saw him as he had been before: sneaky, slimy traitor who would play around until he could get an advanatage. But this time, I know, and I won't be played again. Ever.

"When we first came here, your androids had no cognitive power, at least like a humans'. I knew Douglas wasn't making androids anymore, and who was the first android we ever met? Marcus." Marcus' face twitched at 'Douglas' as if he'd struck a nerve. Chase filed that information away for later use.

"Douglas," Marcus spat out the name with hatred. "you're very lucky I didn't kill him, or any of your family. I hate you all very much." Marcus glared at him, slightly cockily, as if he was now in control. Rage blinds you, but I see with clarity, so no, I've got the advantage. But I can't use it yet.

"Really? You, hate us? Wow, who could've seen that coming?" Chase retorted sarcastically. Marcus narrowed his eyes in a manner showing he was not amused in any way.

"Clearly not your two unconscious siblings," Marcus fired back, and it stung Chase a bit. So he just raised his hand and sent Marcus into a wall, then probed Bree. Okay, she needs medical attention.

"Marcus, you're weak in your old age. 15 years and 10 months old. 2 months to live. I guess 'taking over the world and killing all humanity' is on your bucketlist." Chase headed over to Bree, and began to drag her out carefully to avoid making any injuries she had worse, but Marcus got back up, his eyes glowing electric green.

"Drop her or I kill you both," Marcus threatened, but Chase simply created a force field to shield him and Bree, and kept dragging her to where Adam lay. Goodness gracious, I hate my life sometimes, but it does have perks. He grabbed Adam's hand, and pulled him up with one hand, grateful that Douglas had given him super-strength. Let's put it to use. He lifted up Bree, and sped all three of them out of there.

...

Adam felt as if he were going to throw up, no clue why. He looked around himself slowly, even moving his gaze too fast made his stomach want to hurl. His eyes stopped on his sister's sleeping face as she lay on their couch. Adam was assaulted by memories of beating her, and vomited into a trashcan that was next to him. He groaned. What happened, and why did I beat up Bree? It felt natural then, but now it doesn't seem like me at all.

"Marcus was contolling your emotions, very well for someone who's dying I might add." Chase said quietly. Adam turned to look at him.

"Marcus...the android?" He remembered the android in 'his' memories, but he also remembered him dying. Chase nodded. "He didn't die as completely as we thought."

"So, how do we beat him? He has more bionics than we know of, and he hates our family, probably looking for an excuse to kill them-" Chase raised a hand and Adam went silent, realizing Chase knew all of this, probably long before Adam even thought of it.

"He's probably charging up, expecting us to fight him after how weak he was last time, so I don't think we should fight him now, especially with the condition you two are in. I have no clue. I'm trying to hack into his database, specifically his...charger, shall we say, and connect to his chip, then see what bionics he has. Also formulating a plan for the Pentagon. I have a plan, but it is fairly basic and can go horribly wrong."

"Back on square one, I see," Adam muttered, then another question came to mind. "How long have Bree and I been out?"

"Five days," Chase answered immediately. Adam gawked. Chase shrugged, as if it were totally normal to be out for five days. "I kept you and Bree unconscious so you wouldn't be tempted to interrupt me or go running off again. I think Bree's out of the Triton App control, but I also thought we were impervious to it." Adam flooded with shame at the 'running off again'. Chase's face softened. "Sorry, I haven't slept in a bit and I'm a little crabby."

"How long is a 'little bit' to you?" Adam muttered again, and Chase responded quickly again. "Five days," Adam gawked again, feeling a pattern in the conversation.

"Five days with no sleep? We're superhuman, I know, but jeez! dude, lay your butt on the bed and start sleeping." Chase shrugged.

"We're behind as it is on our tasks, I was hacking too, and I needed to take care of you and Bree, and plan for the Pentagon...I didn't really have time, but really I'm fine." Chase waved him off, and turned back to his hacking or whatever he was doing on the computer.

"You're not breaking into the Pentagon with no sleep!" Adam shouted, and Chase nodded. "Good thing I'm not ready to break in yet."

"There's a lot to hate about you, Chase," Adam said softly, feeling dizzy again, and as if hot pins were being pressed into his skin, but his skin was covered in ice.

"Yeah, I agree- Adam? Your eyes..." Chase swore loudly. He raced to Adam's side. "Adam, did you ever get pricked in the battle?" Adam tried to respond, but couldn't. He felt Chase enter his head, and was strangely surprised at how relieved he was. Chase is here, he'll fix it. "Adam...I think he poisoned you." Then Adam dropped out of consciousness again.

...

Chase was currently waiting for the results of the blood test he'd done on Adam. He remembered Adam's last thought, 'Chase is here, he'll fix it'. Adam, I don't think I can fix this, it's more potent than anything I've ever seen or used. I've certainly never seen one that turned the whites of someones' eyes green. He had a feeling Marcus had an antidote, one he'd get after the Pentagon heist, or after an assasination. I love my life so much right now, not. Chase rubbed his eyes, annoyed at how tired he felt. I can't sleep, not now. He rubbed his arms at the coldness of the air, knowing the thermometer had been broken but being unable to fix it. I need to do that sometime, after all this is over. And I also need to re-paint the garage door, the heavy rain that came yesterday washed that right off...

The computer binged. It showed the blood report and a new email. Chase checked the blood work first. It's untraceable, great, that makes my life easier. He decided to check the email, hoping it was something stupid he could yell at someone for sending. It was from BLOCKED, and Chase knew it was Marcus. He opened it nonetheless.

Four days left,

perhaps a certain theft?

Author's Note: The clock is ticking...and so is the clock to the lifespan of one of the Davenports. And we still don't know who the mole is.