Author's Note: I was planning to kill off a Davenport...BUT THEN A SEQUEL IDEA CAME INTO MY HEAD! So, expect another sequel, hurray! And people, the lack of reviews is saddening. Do people just like, not care anymore? Are these new ones not as good as their older counterparts? :(. Anyway, here's to...

daphrose, for being an amazing friend and writer and person!

Adam still felt a slight burning sensation on his skin, but a coolness in his blood. Chase had told him was getting over the poison, and Adam knew he was improving. He wasn't strong enough to walk around for very long, but he was getting there. Another thing he knew was that Bree had woken up, but Chase had put her back under, because neither he nor Adam felt like coming up with a lie, though if necessary, they probably could. Adam pestered Chase daily if there was any thing or way that could make him better quicker, but so far Chase hadn't answered him. The Pentagon mission and theft had happened three days ago, it was still all over the news. Hardly surprising, only the most secure building getting broken into. But Chase had left no evidence besides a shattered window, and authorites were claiming someone threw a baseball into the window. And people buy it, wow. Then again, they don't know any better.

"Chase, when do you think I'll be able to fight?" Adam strayed from his usual question, and, while waiting for it, swore he heard Chase cough. No, Chase doesn't get sick, don't be stupid Adam, have some intelligence for once. He's just clearing his throat. Chase's voice when he responded, however, sounded strangled and somewhat congested. "A week, maybe a few days less," Adam's brain sharpened in worry. Chase sounds weak, then again he hasn't sleep in four days.

"You want to get some sleep, Chase? I'll drift off soon." Adam heard Chase cough again, a deep, hacking cough, but he heard the weak "No". "You sure you're okay, Chase?"

"Fine, Adam," Chase's voice sounded stronger, and Adam told himself the coughs were a fluke. See, Adam, he's always strong. You need to get strong, weakling! He heard Chase head down to the lab, and sighed. You're slowing down the war effort...but what can I do, really, besides heal as fast as I can? And I'm doing that, I think. He heard a crash downstairs, most likely in the lab.

"Chase!" Adam yelled, his heart pounding. 'Yeah, Adam, it's okay. I tripped over something...I'm fine, really.'

CHASE! YOU GET SOME SLEEP RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME-

'It'd have been a lot easier to do so had you not yelled in my head right then.' Though, unless Adam was imagining it, Chase sounded a bit more relieved. All he needs is some rest and he'll be okay. I hope.

...

Adam was surprised by the surge of strength coursing through his body. Guess my bionic healing finally showed up. Not a moment too soon. Adam sat up, slowly in case the surge was just a fluke, but all he got was a little nauseated. Chase'll be happy. Adam's stomach growled, and Adam commenced a raid on the refrigerator and pantry. He found, to his delight, pudding! This is the life...then Adam laid eyes on a clock. It was 12:00 p.m., two days later. Adam almost spilled pudding out of his mouth. What...two days? TWO DAYS? I guess Chase was the only reason I ever woke up...Adam frowned. Chase should've woken me up at least once...but he is catching up on his sleep. I'll go check on him. I am his big brother, after all. Adam crept into the lab, barely moving a few steps per minute in fear of waking up his baby brother.

What he saw in the middle of the lab was Chase, asleep on a cot, with a trashcan besides him. Adam smiled to himself. He looks so young. Adam listened to Chase's breathing, which was quite easy in the lab, which was silent except for the soft whir of the machines. Chase's breathing was soft and fast, and Adam worried that he was having a nightmare. But his brother's face wasn't pale with fear, just exhaustion. Right? Adam was tempted to stay longer, it was so serene, but he was afraid he'd wake up Chase, so he excited the lab.

He took the computer off the coffee table in the living room, then he turned it on. The last open file -probably before Chase had his fall in the lab- was one of those ...what are they called... 3D models, but in the screen. Diagrams? Diaphragms? Whatever. Adam glanced at the top of the screen to see the title, and saw "Marcus' base". So, Chasey planning an attack...hmmm...what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Maybe I can help him, even. Adam pulled up all his knowledge of the layout of the building...but he'd been to one room, so he had zip. He opened Google, and looked up the search history. Chase had pulled up blueprints of the building from when it was first built. Huh, smart.

He grew bored with all these smart things, so he headed down to the lab to have Chase explain it to him. What he heard when he exited was an awful, foreign sound: his brother struggling to breathe. Adam raced to side, immediately dropping to his knees. Chase was trying to cough, but he was too weak to sit up. Adam wrapped an arm around his back and pulled him up. Chase heaved up into the trashcan, and Adam looked in, sure Chase hadn't eaten recently. What he saw was the contents of the trashcan splattered with blood. Adam looked at Chase, who was slumped weakly against him. Do I call the hospital? No, because they could discover his bionics... I thought having most of my family kidnapped was awful, but add in a dying brother I don't how to save, and it feels like everything is crashing in beyond my control.

Author's Note: Haha, you like the cliffy? Poor Adam. Please read and review, thanks!