Author's Note: I swear to you there is a good reason why I refuse to talk about the events of last chapter, sorry, Razara. And this, sadly, is the last chapter. FOR THIS STORY! The second one is currently underway, and no matter how far through I am, it will be posted next Friday -the first chapter, maybe second if I feel nice- and then...stuff. Thanks so much for the amazing support and reviews! I was initially very hesitant to even think of posting this, but you guys -and dreamer4evera, one of my best friends on here- have made it totally worth it! The next one will be called 'The Song Remains the Same', so keep an eye out for it. If you want a PM notfication, let me know, some people like them, so...just thanks again guys!

The storm's clamor was the only noise to be heard in the helicopter besides breathing. Donald was grieving privately for his brother, and Adam and Bree were sorting out their mixed feelings about Douglas' demise. Chase was focusing everything he had into their protective dome. The same dome that had failed to keep Douglas alive. Except the dome didn't fail, you did. Chase had killed his father. If he hadn't been so bent on revenge, he'd never have come, and the storm never would've taken Douglas' life. Chase wanted so badly to curl into himself and forget this. But if he did, he would lose his hold on the storm, and they would all perish. The flight was overall relatively smooth, save a few rough patches here and there. Once they escaped the storm, still no one spoke. What was there to say? Adam spoke first.

"I can't believe Douglas is dead. I mean, I wanted him to go away, but not like this." Chase shied away, his gaze down at the floor. Guilt flooded over him. He was a killer, no better than Douglas. Bree sat across from the boys, her arms wrapped around herself. "I agree with Adam. But we barely made it out ourselves. Douglas strayed to the edge, and he got swept away. That's an accident. Accidents happen. We should...move on." Bree didn't sound terribly confident about the last part. Chase gazed at her. "Bree, that isn't what happened. Not completely, anyway." Donald flashed a look that Chase didn't acknowledge nor notice. He went on.

"Douglas was at the edge. I lost control of the storm for a bit, and the dome shrank. Then he got swept away. His death is my fault." Chase wanted to believe it was an accident, but what if his subconscious was tainted by his opinion, and 'accidentally' weakened at that moment? Chase shivered. Bree shrugged, and Adam wrapped an arm around Chase. "So what, Chase? You didn't kill him. You've had this ability...for six days. You haven't trained with it at all. You saved us from that hurricane. Chase, you did your best. You didn't kill him." Bree's words had little to no effect on Chase. Chase had always been told 'try your best, and you can do anything'. Well, haha, he'd tried his best and a guy was dead. Not just any guy. Chase leaned on Adam though, glad his older brother wasn't making a scathing remark or being insensitive. For Chase, for that moment, it was enough to be there, surrounded by most of his family, all supporting each other, bonds deepened by shared experiences. It was enough.

...

The minute the four black mission suits came into view, Leo broke into a smile, his mother beside him. Leo was beyond relieved. His family was safe. Then he saw their faces. Donald looked sad, Bree and Adam looked drawn out, and Chase gave off an aura of brooding and grief. "What happened? What's with the frowny faces? Come on, people, turn those frowns upside down!" Leo called. Adam tried, but failed. No one else even attempted. Tasha gave Leo a look.

"Guys, what happened?" Tasha went to her husband's side and began comfortingly rubbing his back with on hand, the other draped around Bree's back, giving her a soft squeeze. Chase spilled the beans very unhappily. "Douglas is dead. We were trapped in a hurricane-"

"Say what?" Leo exclaimed, then hushed himself so Chase could finish. "-and I was keeping it away. Douglas got too close and got sucked in." Chase's solemn tone didn't hide the grief or blame in his voice. But Leo was too inquisitive to notice.

"A hurricane? You were in one? Was it cool? Can Chase control the weather? If he can, can he please summon up a snow day? I forgot to do a project because Janelle and I- were so worried about you!" Leo smiled, and the favor was not reciprocated. Adam answered his questions. "Yes. Yes. One word for it. Yes. Hopefully." Adam gave Chase a pleading look. Chase shrugged in response. He wanted to train this ability to its maximum potential, so no one else would die. He could even save lives. Snow days could help train it. An almost unseeable smile passed on his face.

"Fifty dollars, Leo."

"Fifty dollars? Where am I supposed to get fifty dollars? Sibling discount?" Donald interrupted Leo's bargaining. "Speaking of new bionics, when was I going to know about this and telepathy?" Scolding was helping Donald feel a bit better. He may have been too harsh, but he had a right to be. "I have no idea how we're going to train the atmokinesis. The telepathy...I have a few ideas. None of you are going to school tomorrow, and we're doing extensive training, understand? Get some rest. Tasha, Leo, let's go." Donald led his normal family up the stairs. Chase felt as if someone had sliced his heart into bits. As well as killing Donald's brother, he'd also been a complete failure. At least that's what it felt like. Adam and Bree created a group hug.

"You heard him. We all need some rest. We had a bad day." Bree stepped into her capsule, and was sleeping as soon as her pajamas were on. Adam was asleep a second after entering the capsule. Chase stared at his peacefully resting siblings. He felt jealous. Then immediately guilty for the jealousy. He wondered if things could ever be the same. After all that had happened today, something had changed inside them all. Chase wasn't certain about what lay in their future, but he was certain that for the most part, he could count on them.

Author's Note: Until next Friday, or, if you wanna go check out my other Lab Rats fic (oneshot), feel free. If you've read them both, you're awesome and hug yourself and until next week!