Hey peoples! I'm back! With a new story! Whoops! Should probably work on old stuff. WDF needs a lot of work before I'm able to update again. Some plot holes and an unfulfilling climax need serious work. Sorry guys, but it'll be a while for that one.

Meanwhile, I got this new idea! Originally it was going to be just a one-shot, but I decided to split it in half because it was getting really long. So . . . there's a lot of evil Chase stuff out there, but what about evil Bree? Well, she's here now. }:)

This story is AU, I guess; Which Father Knows Best? happened, but Donald didn't forgive Douglas at the end and he didn't move in. That's pretty much all you need to know.

By the way, this is T for some very good reasons; it's a high T. In this chapter drugs are used as an analogy. There's also high levels of angst and a potential life-threatening choice that a character makes. In the next chapter (and the one after that, if it winds up with three) there will be mentions of the criminal underworld, some violence, bad choices, betrayal, and assassination. It's dark; you've been warned.

So, on with the story! I only edited it once, so please excuse any mistakes. I don't own Lab Rats or "Monster" by Imagine Dragons (which I recommend you listen to while reading). Enjoy!

* * * Part I: Problem * * *

"Ah!"

"Bree, I need your help over here!"

"Adam, shut up and get this beam off me!"

"Fine, fine. Stop being such a crybaby."

"Bree, we should get out. The aftershocks could start again at any moment."

"Y'know, a thank you might be nice."

"Oh, like how you thank me?"

"You're the polite one out of the two of us."

"Fine. Thank you, Adam. Now, let's get out. Bree, c'mon, let's go!"

"Ugh, she's doing it again. Bree! Earth to Bree!"

"Maybe we should imitate her text tone. That would snap her out of it."

"Or just start asking her about Cameron."

"Nah, that only makes her more dreamy."

"True. We should start bringing him along on missions. If he listened to us, and since Bree listens to him, we could get her to do anything."

"If only we had vocal manipulation. But seriously, Bree, move."

"She's kinda freaky-looking."

"Bree, he's right. You're honestly starting to scare us. Snap out of it; we need to move now."

The building began to shake and loose debris fell from the ceiling.

"Too late. Bree, we need to move now. As in, this second!"

Bree took a deep breath. Her hand rested on the windowsill and she stared out at the field behind the facility. There was no glass in front of her; a beam had knocked it away just an hour ago. Shards of glass scraped her hands, but she was far from caring. Grit dusted her hair and filled her lungs. Deep inside, her subconscious alerted her to the danger, but she ignored it.

A hand gripped her arm with shocking strength. "Bree!" She looked up into the eyes of her older brother. "We are about to be crushed! Get us out!"

Bree looked around. The building shook with devastating force, and the ceiling looked ready to collapse. They had already gotten the workers out, so the three of them were the only ones left.

"I hate this." They were the first words Bree had spoken the entire mission, aside from the acknowledgment of Chase's commands. "I never realized just how much I really, truly hate all of this." She yanked her arm out of Adam's grip, surprising him. "You two . . . are on your own. I'm done."

Bree sped away without another word. She left the building . . . she left her brothers behind. She ran across the shaking ground, using all her strength to stay balanced. The quaking soon became less powerful, and before she knew it, Bree was home.

"Good, you're back. Where are Adam and Chase?"

That was the first thing her father asked when she entered the lab. Of course it was what he would ask. No, "Thank goodness you're alive!" No, "Good job getting everyone out." Not even, "Are your bionics still working correctly? I want to make sure, since your chip's so new."

I'm happy to be alive too. The other people were also very happy to get out alive, and I didn't reveal my bionics in the meantime. My bionics are still a little rusty, and stopping my super speed is harder than it was before, but I'm just glad to have them back. Thanks, Dad.

Bree walked to her capsule and changed out of her mission suit, trying to avoid the suspicious glares of her stepbrother and father—uncle.

"Big D," Leo said from his position at the computer, "Chase and Adam are still at the mission site."

"What? Bree, why didn't you take them home?"

Bree stepped out of her capsule and ran a hand through her hair. She blinked once, twice, and walked towards the elevator.

"Bree," Leo said, standing up. Bree didn't freeze, but her next step was slower. "Why did you leave them there?"

The coldness of Bree's voice shocked even her. "I suppose you wouldn't believe me if I said they wanted to be left there."

"Get back in here right now, young lady!" Mr. Davenport demanded. "You need to head back there and bring them back right now!"

Bree laughed, still without turning around. "No." She took off, running as fast as she could, away from her uncle and brother, away from their confused and angry stares . . . hopefully away from the darkness that had crept into her own heart.

Bree fiddled with the piece of paper and clutched her phone. Was this the right choice? Should she really do it? She had spent two weeks mulling it over, and she knew what she wanted to do. Her family wouldn't want her to do it, though. That was the real problem.

With a sigh, she punched in the number and held the phone up to her ear.

Bri-ing.

The doorbell rang, and Bree, since she was home alone, stood up to open it. She gasped at the man on the other side. "Douglas?"

"I don't have long to talk," her father gasped. "The longer I stay in one place, the more likely Krane will find me."

"What do you want, then?"

"I want you."

"Excuse me?"

"Bree, I don't regret anything I did to you. Well, okay, some of that's not true. Trapping you in my basement was probably a step too far, but everything else . . . I don't regret."

"Wow. You know, I was starting to warm up to you, but now I'm not so—"

"You're more powerful than you realize, Bree. You have so much potential, and I know how to make sure you live up to it."

Bree dragged her fingers down the curtains and watched the sunset outside. Her heart pounded out of her chest, but it was as much out of excitement as out of fear. Deep inside, she knew this idea was crazy; however, she was tired of being only speed. She was ready for something more.

That was why she would take his offer . . . he could make her more.

Bri-ing.

"Powerful?"

"Are you listening, then?"

"No. Douglas, I don't know what you're up to, but you spit it out already."

Douglas smirked and shook his head. "Your new chip—the one I created for you a few weeks ago—is a lot more powerful than your last one."

"So you did try to use it to make me turn evil!"

"No! There's no Triton App or anything like that on it. But I created it with the capacity for more abilities—stronger abilities. I can unlock them for you."

Stronger. Faster. Smarter.

That had been the motto of the three Davenport kids when they were young. They used to pretend they were in their own TV show, and simple phrase defined who they were. Bree chuckled as she remembered coming up with a theme song for it and everything.

Why could only one be stronger? Why could only one be faster? Why could only one be smarter?

Why couldn't she be all three?

Bri-ing.

"Why are you really here?"

Douglas sighed. "Look, I'm not here to turn you evil. I'm here to ask for help. I don't know where or when Krane is going to strike next, and frankly, Bree, I'm terrified. I created you with the capability to protect me."

"So you want me to be a bodyguard?"

"Pretty much."

Bree rolled her eyes and moved to shut the door.

"No, Bree, stop! Look, I'm just a father who wants help from his daughter. We can both benefit from this."

"What about Adam and Chase?"

"We don't need them."

A knock on the door startled Bree out of her thoughts. "Bree, let us in!"

"Yeah, we need to talk."

We don't need them.

I don't need you . . .

Bri-ing.

"You don't seem to understand just how powerful I made you, Bree. You're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for . . . than your brothers give you credit for . . . than Donnie gives you credit for."

Bree looked up at him, fixing him with something between a glare and a curious glance.

"I know," her father said, flashing a sad grin. "They don't treat you with the respect you deserve. Donald certainly doesn't. You know that if you had those abilities, you'd be far above them. You know this, Bree."

"Douglas, you're crazy. Get out of my house."

"Bree, listen to me! I need your help, and you need mine. I'm not asking you to betray your family. I'm not asking you to turn evil or anything like that! I just want you to help me, and in turn, I'm make you more powerful than ever before."

The door handle wiggled around, and Bree's heart pounded harder than ever. The boys would surely know something was up. It wasn't usual for her to hide out in that room—it was practically hers now; Tasha never came up to it anymore—but locking it was an entirely different matter.

Locked doors were meant to hide something.

Bree crumpled the paper up in her hand.

Bri-ing.

"I don't trust you," Bree said, not afraid to be blunt. After all, even if Douglas had fixed her chip, he had also kidnapped her and blew up their lab.

"I know I've done a lot of wrong things. I tried to make it up by fixing your chip."

"And now you're telling me that you added a whole lot of stuff so you could turn me evil."

"I already said, I don't want to turn you evil. I just want a partnership with my daughter!" Douglas walked closer to Bree so that they stood eye-to-eye. She felt like she should back up, but for some reason she didn't move. "And if I was . . . so what?"

"Excuse me?"

"So what if I wanted to turn you evil? You wouldn't care."

"Hello, you've reached the voicemail of Hurt Manley. Please leave a message after the beep . . . but I probably won't get back to you."

Bree groaned as the beep sounded. "Hey, it's your daughter," she whispered. "And you could really use a new cover name, pops."

"Bree, who are you talking to?" Chase called from the other side of the door.

"Let us in!" Leo said.

Bree took a few deep breaths and held the phone back up to her cheek. "I'm coming. The only problem is . . . where am I going? I'm guessing you're not at the park anymore. I know you don't want to, but call me back or something."

"You're my daughter. Evil's in your blood," Douglas said. "You're very capable of evil things. Whether you do them or not is up to you, but I'm not here to discuss right and wrong." He grabbed her hand and shoved something into it. "Contact me when you're ready."

Douglas walked back out the door without another word.

"Bree." It was Adam's voice this time. "Come out. Now." His voice was desperate and terrified—something he didn't show very often. Bree almost felt bad, but only almost.

"I'm not coming out," she said. "Leave me alone."

"Why'd you leave us behind?" Chase snapped.

"Quiet," she heard Adam hiss. "Bree . . . whatever's going on, we're here to help you."

Ding.

From: Hurt Manley

To: Bree Davenport

7:45

2318 West Appleton Road. Meet at 8 sharp.

Bree lowered her phone. "I'm doing what I have to," she whispered. "If I'm strong, I can protect you." But she knew she was only lying to herself—to them.

Ding.

From: Hurt Manley

To: Bree Davenport

7:46

I knew you'd come around. Believe me when I say I know what it's like to live with siblings and parents who don't appreciate you. I'll remake you, Bree. I'll make you better. You'll be loved. Don't you want that? I love you. Come back to me.

Bree studied the phone number as she sunk into the couch. "Could it be a trap?" she mumbled to herself.

"He seemed sincere enough to me," Eddy said.

"But I . . . I couldn't possibly join him, right? I couldn't help him."

"I dunno. You're a lot more like him than you want to admit."

Bree leapt up from the couch, brow furrowed. "Take that back!" she shouted.

The emoticon shrugged. "Sorry, but it's true. I've been with you since you were eleven, and I know what you do in your free time—the way you act. You can be pretty—"

"Shut up and leave me alone!"

Surprisingly, the emoticon only frowned and deactivated. Bree sat down on the couch again, hands shaking. "I'm not like him," she whispered. "I'm not evil . . . am I?"

Bree slipped on the hoodie and pulled it up over her head. She turned one more time to the door, where her brothers still shouted for her to open it. She walked up to it. Her hand went to the handle, and she exhaled slowly. Everything on the other side was silent, as if they could feel her standing there.

"Bree," Chase whispered. "We just want answers."

Bree's hand fell away from the handle. "You want answers," she sobbed. "You don't want to know how I'm feeling. You don't care about me. You never did."

"Bree!"

And with that, she was gone. Bree opened the window and hopped out, racing to the location sent by her father. Her tears flew in the wind behind her, but she didn't care.

She never cared anymore.

"You came," the dark figure leaning against the wall—her father—said.

"Yeah. Took me long enough to find this place. You could've said the alley."

Douglas shrugged. "Hey, you figured it out. See, you're smart. Does anyone else realize that?"

Bree shook her head. "I don't even try for A's in school. What do they care? I'll never be as smart as Chase."

"I'll make you smarter than him."

"And . . . I don't have to turn evil?"

"I'll give you a plethora of bionic abilities, plus training, and all you have to do in return is help my find Krane and take him down."

"You never really told me why you didn't want Adam and Chase."

"Because they're not powerful enough."

"Not even Chase? But he's the third one. Shouldn't he be the most powerful out of all of us?"

Douglas smirked. "Theoretically. But remember, you have the newest chip. You have the room for the most upgrades, the most abilities."

"I'm so sick of the way they treat me," Bree mumbled. "I'm only good for speed. And I know they said th-that they needed me on the team, wh-when I destroyed my bionics, b-but I . . . they sure don't treat me like they need me when I'm with them. They o-only care about my bionics. Not me. Douglas, they don't care about me. Bionics won't help, I know that. Then they'll only be amazed by my new abilities. B-But . . . I think . . . I think I need bionics the way some people need drugs. I'm addicted. I'm going to fall apart without them. D-Douglas, they're all I have left."

Douglas was silent at this strange outburst. "I know for a fact that addictions aren't good things," he whispered.

"I know. Maybe that was a bad analogy."

"Look, Bree, I don't want to hurt you. And I don't want you to hurt anyone else . . . except maybe Krane."

"I won't. And I can help you. I know I can. But . . . what I need the most from you is . . . you. I think you've loved me more than anyone else ever has . . . even if you kidnapped me and tried to turn me evil."

Douglas leaned back and looked at the ground. "I just wanted my little girl back," he whispered.

"I see that now."

Douglas looked up again. "Well, we'd better get to work. Here, put this one."

Bree took the cloth strip from his outstretched hand. "A blindfold?"

"Sorry, I can't risk you figuring out where my lab is."

Bree shrugged. "This is probably stupid."

"Probably."

She put on the blindfold and let her father lead her by the hand. This was a game of ultimate trust right now. If Douglas wanted to lead her into a trap, this was the perfect opportunity.

Every beat of her heart seemed to tell her to turn back. Every hair stood up straight, ready for anything. Every nerve tingled with suspense. Every fiber of her being was terrified—and exhilarated.

They walked for several minutes, in and out of buildings, up and down stairs. Finally Douglas pulled off the blindfold, and Bree found herself in an old-looking warehouse basement full of technology.

"This is your lab?" she asked.

"It's one of Krane's lab, actually. We shouldn't stay for long, but he's abandoned this place, and it has all the technology we need to upgrade your bionics. Are you ready?"

"I guess."

Something in Bree woke up that day. What it was, she had no idea. A monster, she supposed it was. It had unleashed its fury when she left Adam and Chase behind at the mission site. She had just stopped caring. She couldn't find it in herself to feel anything towards them. Whether that was Douglas's fault or her own, she couldn't tell.

Douglas laid Bree down on the table. "You're sure?" he asked. "There are potential side effects—"

"Just do it before I change my mind," Bree snapped.

"All right. Here we go. And, Bree, thank you."

"Thank you," she mumbled. "After all, who doesn't want more power?"

After today, everything would be different. After today, she would be someone else. It wasn't because of her bionics; it was because of her. It came from deep inside. She morphed into something dangerous, something that had been coming for a very long time.

As Douglas went into the process of upgrading her bionics, Bree screamed. She screamed because of the pain, physical and emotional. She screamed because she was angry—at her brothers, at her uncle, at the world. She screamed because she couldn't find any other way to release her feelings. She screamed because she could feel the monster inside her, clawing its way out to the forefront of her mind . . .

Intense? Yes? No? It only gets more intense from here. There will be one more chapter, possibly two. I'll try to update them in the next few days, although tomorrow will be extremely busy day for me. Maybe Friday though.

On an unrelated note, who's excited for the new Lab Rats tonight? All you lucky East Coast people who have already seen it . . . don't spoil it for me! I can watch it in one hour, okay? But don't tell me what happens yet! (It looks good, though.)

Anyway, what do you think of Bree's behavior? Is Douglas doing something, or is this all her? Do you want a full evil transformation, or do you want her to be redeemed again? (Your opinions won't really have any bearing on the story, sorry. I've already decided what I want to do; I'm just curious about what you guys think.) Reviews are always appreciated, and thanks so much for reading. Be sure to come back again in a few days to check out the new chapter. Bye!