Author's Note: I CONFIRM A SEQUEL...and you've met the mole, officially. Well, that's all over. So, shall we continue? Good. Please read and review, and shoutout to...thewriterswayoflife.

YOU WANT TO REMEMBER THE CHAPTER TITLE THROUGHOUT THIS CHAPTER! TRUST ME!

WHICH REMINDS ME...I'm gonna assume it's bad to feed a person with pneumonia cold water, as that cold'll pass by the lungs, making them colder, soo...yeah I'm not a doctor, and I can't find any information on that, so, wee...

Adam's heart was beating too fast. If it was beating at all. Adam didn't know, he was too terrified to do anything but kneel by the cot where his brother lay, probably dying. At times like these, I wouldn't mind super-smarts, or a healing bionic. Or a hospital. Anything to keep him from dying in front of me, or dying, period. Adam could feel the heat coming off his brother's skin, and he wasn't touching him. Great, he has a deadly fever too...wait, I can treat a fever! The only reason he knew was because Chase and Mr. Davenport had argued about the best place to place the cold bandages on a feverish person. Adam grabbed some rags, wetted them with icy water, and placed them on Chase's wrists and neck. That'll circulate the cold through the blood...don't you cover a sick person with a blanket? But do I want the body heat being trapped under a blanket? I can't have him get colder, either! I hate this so much!

Adam forced himself to stay focused. Okay, um...fever. Fluids, keep them hydrated! Adam hurried to the sink, and filled up a cup with cold water. He brought it over to Chase, and sat his brother up again. He knew Chase was unconscious, but he still forced him to drink the water anyway, which woke Chase up. Adam looked into's his brothers unfocused eyes, and saw they were glazed with fever. He gently laid Chase back down, the weakness of his brother shocking him to his core. He's supposed to be strong, not me.

'Bree...' Adam heard the word in his head, more of a reminder than anything else, and frowned in confusion. Bree! She'll need to have food, too! Adam was unwilling to leave Chase alone, but a quick break couldn't hurt. I could use one, at any rate. Adam hurried upstairs, feeling guilty about his break. He entered Bree's room, and found her hooked up to two IVs. One administered a clear liquid, the other administered nothing. Next to the empty IV was a bowl of thick, dark liquid. Smart boy, feeding her liquid food. Adam poured the dark liquid into the empty IV bag, and he knew his sister wouldn't starve to death. He checked the other IV bag. It was practically empty, and Adam was willing to bet a fair amount of money it was filled with the drug keeping her asleep.

Unfortunately, there was no bowl or container of the needed drug. Adam swore in his head. Hey, I'm Chase, and I'll give myself pneumonia, leaving me and my sister in the care of our medically incompetent brother! Thanks, Chase. Adam was tempted to punch a wall, if only to release anger and not much else, but he didn't. It'd be only another thing to worry about. I am not built for this kind of stress. Where's Chase when you really need him? Or even want him around?

'In your head.' Adam felt a million pounds of shame drop their weight on his shoulders. His brother sounded so weak, so close to dead...and I'm just chewing him out? Sounds like me.

What should I do with Bree, Chase?

'When she wakes up...' Chase's voice stopped, and Adam swore his heart stopped with the fear Chase had died. 'I'll take care of it. I'll...' Adam didn't wait for him to finish before running down to the lab. He pressed a hand on both neck and wrist, and was terrified by the low pulse rate. He needs a hospital, but what can I do? Google'd know. Google! Adam raced to a computer, and googled 'Drugs used for the treatment of pneumonia'. He found a list, copied it onto paper, and hurried to the Davenport medicince closet. That's right, a closet. Due to their risky former occupation, and Donald's paranoia, they had a closet filled with at least five bottles of every clinical drug on the market.

Adam found the Cefprozil he was looking for, and he didn't think he had enough time to look for anything else. He refilled the cup with water, and dissolved the pills in it. Then forced the water down Chase's throat. The minimal amount of skin contact alerted Adam to a temperature increase. Adam knelt beside his brother's bedside -or, more literally, cotside- and prayed not for immediate healing -though that would be nice- but for his brother to make it through this. Adam knelt, and hoped his brother was reading his mind as he thought: Chase, I'm your brother, and I will always care for you, and try to protect you, from here to eternity.

...

Donald was fresh out of ideas. Without his normal copious amounts of materials, his brilliant mind was out of ways to escape their prison. Douglas was no help, having been beaten to the point of unconsciousness, though he had stabbed Strider, it had no effect at all. So the beating was worthless. Back to square one, meaning, no plan whatsoever. Just to add to the drama, Leo had been taken by Strider, and hadn't returned. Tasha was screeching threats at Strider, who wasn't in the room. But Donald didn't quiet her. It helped her deal, and that made it good for him. She is my wife, after all. And if she managed to carry out those threats...for the first time in a few days, a smile lit his face. He heard a stirring in the cage beside him, which was Douglas'.

"I feel like I got run over by every elephant on the planet, and then some." Douglas forced himself into a sitting position. Donald gave a half smile, more for Douglas' benefit then his.

"I'd advise you not get yourself beaten up by Strider again, if you don't like the feeling. For a moment I thought he'd killed you. Then he threw me some medical supplies, and I did my best to...uh..."

"I get the point. And I didn't get myself beat up, the sociopath just decided to beat me up. He was way stronger than any human I've ever encountered."

"Even me?" Donald asked jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. It isn't easy or fun recovering from a beating like that, so why not? He's my brother, and I need to look out for him.

"Even you, Donald. If it makes you feel better, thanks for the bandaging and stuff." Douglas sounded sincere, and Donald welcomed it. The days when they hated each other to no end were still fresh memories in his mind, and he was anxious to not repeat them.

"You can always count on family. I'm your brother, don't forget that." Donald spoke warmly and honestly.

"I won't forget that, but...I heard Strider say something before you and Tasha came to. It sounded as if one of our family betrayed us. So what if we can't always count on family?"

...

Adam was snapped out of his desperate prayers by the doorbell ringing. Adam's thoughts immediately went down the paranoid road, and he thought FBI or Strider? He hurried upstairs, and crept to the door cautiously, then peeped through the peephole. He opened the door immediately. He was met greeted by the half-grin of Leo.

"Strider sent me as a token of good faith, and he expects you'll get the assassination done. Now that my message is over, how've things been here? HOW DID YOU BREAK INTO THE PENTAGON? THAT WAS SO COOL! And where's Bree, Strider said you had her. Is she okay?"

"She's fine." Adam said, feeling slightly awkward. "And...umm...I'll talk about the Pentagon later, it's a long story." It starts with I have a brother who is dying of pneumonia downstairs, and keeps wiping your memory of him. That hook ya yet?

"I think I have time to hear it." A smile that seemed both foreign and familiar dawned on his lips, as if a promise of things to come.

Author's Note: OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! This sets up for so much...I HATE MYSELF! SO MUCH! DO NOT MISS NEXT CHAPTER! I will say this, I do plan on beating The Way Life Is in terms of chapters, it had 14 -sequel notice doesn't count to me- so there'll be fun things.

SO MUCH SUPERNATURAL LIKE THINGS IN HERE...I am a SPN fangirl to the death.

PLEASE REVIEW PEOPLE IT MAKES ME HAPPY AND PLEASE PEOPLE IT TAKES A SECOND! I MIGHTE EVEN DOUBLE POST TODAY! AND YOU WANT THE NEXT CHAPTER VERY BAD! THE MOLE IS REVEALED...with a twist of course. :)

KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SONS! SUPERNATURAL!

Done being crazy now. Bye!