I do not own Lab Rats.

Leo

When are things going to get better?

It's been so long.

And it seems like there's been no progress.

He still sits in his room all day.

Almost as if he's scared to see us falling apart.

Big D makes himself mad in his quest for an answer.

Something to save his son.

Douglas does everything he can to lighten the mood.

But I think he knows it's never going to be enough.

Bree cries a lot.

It's the only way she knows how to express the grief she feels inside.

For the piece of her brother that she's lost.

Adam is slow and tired.

He doesn't sleep.

Doesn't eat.

Just exists.

I miss them.

All of them.

I don't talk to anyone.

I can't talk to anyone.

It's maddening.

Keeping all of your thoughts inside.

But I have no other choice.

What are we even supposed to talk about?

Nothing we say will make anything better.

I've stopped believing anything will even get better.

Because we're stuck in a cycle.

The torture of repetition.

And I don't think any of us can ever get out.

But an idea strikes me then.

A wonderful plan.

I need to tell them.

So I yell as loud as I can.

It's the first time my voice has been heard.

It's dry and croak-like.

They all come dashing in.

Worry etched upon their sad and gaunt faces.

Asking me what is wrong.

Why I am yelling?

Am I hurt?

I don't respond with words.

But with a small, goofy smile.

Because I know that it's all that it takes.

To put us back together again.

Chase

I'm sitting on my bed.

Staring at the empty wall.

The room is neat and clean.

No posters.

No pictures.

Not even a sign of life.

It's so…empty.

Hollow.

Unfeeling.

Kind've how I've felt for the past month.

Like there's nothing inside of me.

No heart.

No soul.

Just emptiness.

I feel the need to walk away.

Escape from the vacancy of emotion that I've been living in.

Tear myself away from the blank walls.

So I find myself in the hall.

No people in sight.

I'm surrounded by the silence.

Alone, once again.

But it's in that moment that I notice something new.

There's pictures everywhere.

Of me and my "family".

Old and young.

Some beautifully taken.

Some captured on cell phones.

There's so many.

Smiles.

Goofy grins.

Funny pouts.

Plastered all over the walls.

I look around, in awe of everything.

All of these moments.

I zoom in on one of the taller boy, Adam, and me.

We're sitting together on the couch, game controllers in our hands.

He has a pout on his face.

And I am smiling deviously.

Almost as if I won.

Wait, I did win.

I remember that.

It was the first time I beat him in a video game.

Ever.

I threw the champion off of his throne.

I still have the high score on that game.

The picture next to it is of Bree and I.

Her wearing what seems to be a tinfoil necklace.

Me in a countless amount of layers of clothes.

I recognize her now.

My sister.

And Adam is my brother.

We go together.

Adam, Bree, and Chase.

The unstoppable trio.

Something's missing.

I continue to walk down the hallway.

Stopping to stare at all of the photographs.

Trying to fill in the missing pieces.

Mr. Davenport.

The thought comes quickly as I'm looking at a photo of the two of us.

In our spiffy suits.

It's after one of our "calls".

It was the best one we ever had.

I remember it.

I remember.

All of the joy floods into me at once.

Suffocating me.

I barely register the tears streaming down my face.

I silently wipe them away as I continue my trek down the hall.

Leo. My brother Leo.

He's in my brain all of a sudden.

I scramble to find pictures of us.

There's one to my left.

At the robot throwdown.

We won.

I know that we won.

It's all flowing back to me.

Douglas. My birth dad.

Kind've my uncle.

It's confusing, I know.

I remember.

Tasha, Eddy, Perry.

Trent, ugh. Trent.

The Academy.

All of the students.

Sebastian and S-1.

Krane.

The rebellion.

I can remember saving the world,

Multiple times.

I can remember us meeting the president.

The way I know that'll be me someday.

My heart swells up.

It's too much for me to take.

I fall to the floor, a mess of sobs and tears.

Because now that I can remember all of the good.

I vividly remember all of the bad.

I look back on how sad and depressed I was.

How lonely I felt.

How empty my life was.

It all seems insignificant now.

I breathe it all out.

Letting go of my past.

I need to move on.

I deserve to be happy.

I deserve to dream and to live freely.

I don't want to be held back by the sadness and the fear.

I don't want to have so much weight on my shoulders.

I'm stronger than that.

I'm more than that.

It doesn't define me.

It can't rule the way that I live.

I can't let it.

Looking at these pictures reminds me of all of the good in the world.

Reminds me of all of the happiness.

And all of the love that surrounds me.

I feel the sobs beginning to slow.

The tears drying up on my face.

I stand up, shakily.

Using the wall for support.

I look towards the end of the hall.

There they are.

Smiling.

Holding onto each other for support.

Tears glisten in their eyes.

"I remember…" I say quietly, "I remember everything."

Relief washes over their faces.

Leo gives me a huge grin.

Douglas and Donald hug each other tightly, letting go of their rivalry.

Bree sighs in relief and runs over to give me a hug.

She's crying hard against my shoulder but I know she'll be ok.

We all will.

Adam looks at the ground and I can see a few tears slip out.

He's trying so hard to stay strong.

I can see that he's failing.

I gently pull away from Bree and run over to hug him.

To let him know I'm ok.

He finally breaks in my arms.

"I missed you Chase…I missed you so much…" He cries, sobs and uneven breaths filling the spaces in between.

"I missed you too, Adam."

We stay like that for a while.

Just enjoying the silent bliss of being together again.

His sobs quiet down and he pulls away to wipe his tears.

"Welcome back, Chase." Mr. Davenport says to me, "We missed you...I mean the real you...I mean…"

"I get it…" I interrupt smiling and chuckling softly, "I missed you all too. I missed you so much…"

"Are you okay?" Leo blurts out, as he spies a tear slipping out of my eye.

"Yeah, it's just a lot…" I motion to the pictures surrounding us. "You guys did all this?"

"Of course, anything for you, buddy…" Douglas says, grinning.

"Well, it worked," I laugh, "Thank you for saving me."

"Anything to get you back." Adam chokes out.

There is a silence for a while.

All of us just looking at each other.

Smiling.

Laughing.

Crying.

I know I need to say it.

Someone has to.

And it's not going to be Douglas this time.

Or Mr. Davenport.

Or Leo.

Or Bree.

Or Adam.

It's going to be me.

Me reassuring them.

They need to know.

"I love you guys…

A/N: Cheesy, right? I'm sorry that this is the last one but I can't torture anybody anymore...it's too hard! Did you like it? I don't love it, but I really wanted a happy ending. This is probably my last LR story. I might write for Elite Force but it's hard to get motivated to write nowadays. Thanks for reading and reviewing all parts of this trilogy and I'm sad it's over! :( I hope I'll be able to write again soon!