Hey y'all! This chapter will have extremely long A/Ns but they are extremely important, so I would advise you stay and read them. But first of all, I'm so, so sorry that it took me over two weeks to update! I kept on a) wanting to put typing out the epilogue off, as in procrastinating, but then I realized how much I'd tortured you readers waiting for the last chapter, and b) I had gone on an updating rampage on Marcus: Broken Android. So I hope you all enjoyed that story, because it is now on a minor hiatus because I wanted to get back to this story!

Second, I also want to make a quick note to everyone: there has been this extremely rude reviewer-actually, no, she/he's too rude to be called a reviewer, more like a flamer, flaming on Marcus: Broken Android (MBA). Her/His name is KickandBelli (Guest) and she/he began flaming other author's stories just because they stood up for me. So if she/he begins flaming on your stories, I want to give each and every author my heartfelt apologies for bringing this up upon you!

Third, seventy reviews! I'm pleased, considering this is a story with no action, after all. This epilogue will be very short, but don't you worry! The sequel, Clandestine Covers, will be posted at most by next week, maybe a week and a half. (Just to let you know, this will be a trilogy, Thoughts of the Truth being the first one.) The chapters will definitely be longer, so you can savor the story a bit more! I want to thank everyone for the reviews, follows, and favorites!

Fourth, I want you all to go visit my profile page and click on the poll. You can only vote on the poll if you've read this story, so please read up again if you're rusty on every LR character's thoughts of the truth!

Fifth: You may now begin reading the epilogue!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Thoughts of the truth were lodged in the back of each and every soul, of the lab rats and the others. Thoughts of the truth were carrying out the true toil, the true work that would be the undoing of them all. Thoughts of the truth were swirling in the mind of each person, coaxing them and nudging them to do what they thought of first: to suit my needs, to satisfy myself.

There were thoughts of the truth to become smarter, to become recognized for anything other than brute strength, to be acknowledged for importance of the team.

There were thoughts of the truth to become popular, to become accepted into the close-knit community of well-known students, to become normal, to become a human being that didn't have to save the world every day, to be just human. To accept life without the heavy burden of missions.

There were thoughts of the truth to become accepted into a team recognized for flash abilities; to prove oneself worthy with his mind-abilities; one being so powerful he never let it show. There were thoughts of the truth that strived to understand the deep secret of the family, and who one could choose to be with—there were no good and evil sides; just mixed, confused, muddy, and gray.

There were thoughts of the truth to become included in the team, for being behind the scenes on each and every one of the missions, to recognize that one could have a love life and be helpful on these missions; these missions that would be one's undoing.

There were thoughts of the truth that struggled with the heavy family encumbrance, wondering what oneself did wrong between the point where one's brother was working for the good of the community, and then the bad of the world. There were thoughts of the truth that peeked around the corner, nervously, paranoid that one's kids would never come home again and would never see the light of day through their willing eyes—they would be trapped under a mind-controlling app for the rest of eternity.

There were thoughts of the truth that wondered if one could help, and always told, when offered, that one was a burden and of no help. There were thoughts of the truth that sang, "You're the odd on out. You're the one they all forget about."

There were thoughts of the truth that wondered if one had acted so badly that he was never to be trusted again as family remember; only to be regarded warily as the enemy inside the home, the inside job traitor.

There were thoughts of the truth that pondered whether one's own real children would realize that one was their real father; thinking that he could, once and for all, connect with his children in a way they never would have dreamed of. There were thoughts of the truth that enticed a delicious aroma of feelings: happiness, sadness, and loyalty. And they circled, just out of reach.

There were thoughts of the truth that whined and moped about, wondering if one's own family would ever come to stop putting her down, and maybe even complimenting one for once, thinking that one deserved it after a tough childhood, even continuing into adulthood.

There were thoughts of the truth that made one special being, not quite human, not quite robotic, think carefully about one's actions in the past—had one wasted one's life away thinking only about another's thoughts and not the true thoughts that one should follow? There were thoughts of the truth that followed one's owner around like a love-sick puppy, crawling away defeated when one realized one's owner cared less than nothing about one.

There were thoughts of the truth that summed everyone up, exposing their weak spots, revealing their greatest fears, and ripping everyone apart as a family, whether it be a tortured family or a loved family, down to the very core. There were thoughts of the truth that threatened their owner, making the owner wonder if those were even his thoughts, or they were yet another entirely different being's thoughts simply using the owner as a host.

There were those thoughts of the truth—they were painful, betraying, honorable, and selfish—they were all thoughts of the truth.

So! How did you like it? Was the ending smooth? Were you able to match up each paragraph about whose thoughts of the truth belonged to which LR character? If you all will notice, it is pretty much the exact same thing as the ending for the prologue. Anyways, review! Tell me your thoughts. I know the A/N at the beginning was longer than the actual chapter itself, but those four points were very important. So please, review! I would like at least eighty reviews before I post the sequel, Clandestine Covers. If you need help with the title (because it's a portmanteau and has a double meaning) PM me or leave a review (if you're a guest) asking what it means and I will address it in the next A/N for this story, because I will be posting that telling everyone when the sequel is up.

Again, it's been a lot of fun writing this story and listening to your wonderful thoughts! Please check out the sequel when it's up and I hope you will like it as much as you all liked this one! Oh, and also, don't forget to check out my other stories, Marcus: Broken Android, Too Much, and Bionic Ice Skating! Goodbye for now!

(I apologize for any spelling/grammatical errors.)