Author's Note: Wow...the irony of some things...I hate the universe. Anyway, I am sorry I didn't update yesterday, but I really didn't have time to write, and I didn't sleep at all so...WEEE! And word of advice to any Betas out there, don't Beta for 4 people at once. :)

This chapter is freaking my area of expertise. And funeral next chapter...I hate the universe.

NOTICE: I LIED ABOUT NO CHARACTER DEATHS! And, I uh, kinda can't do a sequel to this. SO THIS IS THE LAST FIC! But I will definitely write more Lab Rats.

Adam had a growing suspicion in the back of his head that something was wrong. Very, very wrong. When it was 10:00 things began to settle down, and Donald, Douglas, and Adam were able to make their way down to the lab. Chase was lying on the cot, but Adam didn't hear anything. Breathing. Coughing. Any signs of sickness that should've been there.

"Adam, leave, now!" Adam complied, even though he already knew what had happened, what they were trying to shield him from. His brother was dead. I don't think it was pneumonia. Not at all. I think there was foul play. And there was no one else here but Leo...didn't Marcus say something about a mole? The pain of that discovery held the grief at bay for the moment. Adam found Leo outside, just looking at the sea. Fury pulsing through his bloodstream, Adam approached him, ready to restrain him if he tried to run or fight back.

"Adam, I'm not stupid enough to fight with you," Leo stated calmly, not turning to face him. Adam felt his face heat up, but he forced himself to calm down too. But he still jibed Leo. "You're stupid enough to poison someone in our house."

"True. But I was told to do it like that." Adam felt any hope of Leo not being a mole, of there not being a mole even, get dashed. Though was there ever any hope for that?

"You're the mole," Adam whispered, though they both knew that before he whispered it. Leo shrugged. "You caught me."

"Why? What did we do to make you betray us? To make you commit murder?" Adam poured all his shock, anger, betrayal, and pain into it. He wanted Leo to feel every emotion he'd felt. But it appeared Leo didn't feel any of them.

"I was trying to not lose my family. Ever since the Krane crap -and I know what I remember isn't accurate- Donald had been acting differently, and same with you. You were meeting him every weekend almost. At first I thought you were gay, then Marcus approached me and told me you two were brothers. He also asked me to help him out with some things, and then I'd never be an outcast again. I could be popular, Janelle would like me, and you...you'd be my brother."

"I'm not your brother, I'm your stepbrother, and I'm ashamed of being that to you. You were selfish enough to kill someone, and condemn the human race to genocide, just because...you felt excluded? I still spent most of my time with you! I tried to act like my old self! You can't excuse the fact you just killed my brother!" Adam wanted to beat Leo's face in so bad...but he didn't. What would it do? Absolutely nothing.

"It was an easy murder. I didn't know him at all." Leo's voice quavered, and Adam knew it wasn't easy to kill someone you didn't know. Because you'd always wonder who they were, a father, a son, a mother, a daughter. And if you knew them...well...it was still hard. It isn't easy to kill someone, period.

"Well I did, and I cared about him. Yet you murdered him anyway." Adam said coldly, and he felt the wind blowing off the sea. It calmed him.

"Are you going to tell Big D?" At the mention of Donald's cognomen, Adam was reminded of the happy, childish Leo he missed.

"No," Adam knew it wasn't his best decision, but he also knew that Leo wouldn't hurt another member of his family. "I won't. But I won't ever be your brother again."

"I can live with that," Leo said quietly, trying to affirm it to himself. Adam found he didn't care if Leo could or not.

"You better be able to." Adam turned and walked inside, realizing with a cold certainity that there was no black and white in life, only shades of gray.