Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats or any parts of the plot from the book Girl Stolen by April Henry.

Bree's P.O.V.

The only word to describe my emotions would be conflicted. I was finally able to activate my bionics, but they were only temporary. I could finally fight for myself, but I got hurt while doing so. I recovered quickly (thanks to my newly discovered bionic healing), but I didn't know when I could be injured again. I wanted to stay there and help Chase, but I needed to escape for my own good. For both of us, actually.

And what was the point of me staying here anyway? All I can do now is wait for Dad to make a stupid decision, which I know he'll never be able to make.

If I chose to stay, Chase would be beaten more for trying to protect me. But if I go, he won't have to look after me anymore. I'll be out of his hair, and he'll never have to fight for me again.

I decided I needed to do what was best for both of us and create a plan to escape. However, I didn't tell Chase any of this. If he knew, he might try to stop me. Or maybe one of the others would here and tell Douglas. Or even worse, he might have tried to help.

Don't get me wrong, Chase has been great company in this dungeon, and he's great at fighting and strategizing, but I can't risk him getting caught. I've already got him into enough trouble on multiple accounts. For example, if I went with mom into the grocery store, then Chase wouldn't have to deal with me at all. And then there's the fact that he decided to train me. Trevor caught him and we're both going to be in trouble. I couldn't let him be punished for stupid things I did or influenced him to do any more.

"Are you sure your all right?" He asked. I tried to give him a convincing smile, but it was hard considering I wouldn't be able to see Chase any more after I escape. He was my only friend. I wish I didn't have to leave him here to suffer at Douglas's hand.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Just a little shaken up, I guess. Can we take a break from training today?"

"Yeah, of course. You probably need to rest your knee. Looked like you hurt it falling down from the ceiling."

Now that he mentioned it, I remembered when I jumped off the ceiling and smashed my leg into the ground. It had hurt a lot. I could feel the pain shoot up my food and leg until it froze in my knee. I was glad my bionics were activated at the time because I would've shattered my leg without them.

"Um, yeah," I lied. "It still stings a little. Let's head back to the cell."

The pain had subsided a while ago, but I needed a quite place to think about my escape plan.

"Actually," Chase said with a smirk, walking into the hall. "I have a better idea than the cell. Just follow me."

I obeyed him, walking in his tracks through the door. Except on my way out the training room, I made sure to stoop down and snatch a couple of power pellets. I had a feeling they might come in handy later on. After I shashed the capsules in my pocket, I ran to catch up with Chase in the elevator.

As we rode the lift down, neither of us said a word. But I didn't mind. I don't think he did either. The silence was calming. Especially after that intense battle with Trevor.

Before the doors opened, Chase held his finger to his temple and the hazel ring in his eye turned a pretty blue color.

"Okay," he said, lowering his arm. "Trevor isn't in the lab portion of this floor. We should be able to make it without getting caught."

"Make it where?" I asked before he opened the elevator doors. He said he wasn't escorting me to my cell, so where could he be taking me? Surely he didn't mean escaping. He couldn't. He's already sacrificed enough for me. Chase didn't have to do this for me.

"You'll see," he replied with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, this is another good surprise." Chase took hold of my hand as the sliding doors opened completely. We both ran past Douglas's office and the monitors and down the hall, Chase slightly pulling on my arm to lead me.

The hall was long and twisted, and we had to make a lot of sharp turns. Chase skidded to a stop when we reached a brown, wooden door. He quickly opened it and we both slipped inside the room.

I looked around, seeing a wall and floor that was similar to my cell. There wasn't many furnishing in there either. Just a cyberdesk and a table with some training weapons resting on top. In one corner there were some bo staffs leaning against the wall. What really captured my attention was the giant see-through tube in the far corner of the room. It looked almost futuristic with a blue-violet light glowing from the bottom.

"Is that your capsule?" I asked him nonchalantly. Chase nodded and walked over to said object. He popped open one of the panels and leaned on it, balancing on the thin edge.

"I figured," he began, placing his gloved hand in his suit pocket. "that if you are able activate your bionics, you would need to regenerate in a capsule. Plus it will help heal your leg a little faster. You said it was still injured, right?"

"Um, yeah. It does ache a little. Thanks." I smiled gratefully at him (which he reciprocated) and stepped inside the capsule. He safely closed the door and I looked around. It wasn't very spacious at all, but it did make me feel more secure.

"Try to get some sleep. You need to rest up after training. And Douglas will be making that call in a few hours. I'll stand outside the doorway in case someone comes back."

Wow, I thought. Has it already been twenty-four hours? I guess time flies when your fighting against a shape-shifting, bionic soldier.

"All right," I told him while closing my eyes, even though I had no intention of falling asleep. I needed to come up with an escape plan that would actually work.

I spent minutes-maybe hours-creating a sufficient plan. In the end, I decided to aim for a night escape. That way the odds of one of them catching me are slimmer.

But what to do about Chase so he wouldn't try to help or stop me was beyond me. I had no idea. The guy had super senses and was the smartest person alive for goodness sake! How in the world was I supposed to sneak past that?

Suddenly, Chase threw open the door and ran inside to open the capsule door. He flashed me a worried expression before grabbing my wrist, whispering a quick, "they're here", and pulling me out of the room. I ran behind him as he directed me back to my cell.

By the time we made it back safely inside, we were both panting for air and bending over. Running for your life was quite a workout, even for bionic superhumans.

"I heard their voices," Chase breathed out, holding his hands to the back of his head to allow more oxygen into his lungs. "They said something about getting ready to call Davenport again. I could hear their footsteps down the hall too. They were way to close for comfort."

I sighed, partly from all the running and partly from the news. I didn't want to hear my dad say he would trade Adam or Leo for my return. I also didn't want to hear him tell Douglas to keep me as his prisoner. Both results would be heartbreaking. I guess Dad will just have to pick the lesser of two evils.

Speaking of two evils, Marcus and Jake came sauntering across the lab floor only to stop in front of the blue laser gate that Chase had secured when we entered the cell.

"C'mon, cupcake. Your Daddy's about to get a little phone call," Marcus snapped at me. He leaned sideways to enter the passcode and the lasers faded. "Chase, show her to Dad's office."

Chase merely nodded at them, which was a clear signal for dismissal. Both boys got the message and walked back to Douglas's office.

I turned to Chase who said, "Let's go," quietly before stepping over to the gate. I met him there and he motioned for me to turn around.

"Just so they don't question why you're free," he said while securing my wrists in his hands behind my back. Great.

We made our way to Douglas's office pretty quickly. I actually wish there was more distance. I felt as if I needed to be more prepared to face Doulgas and his phone.

"Ah, welcome back," Douglas greeted in a mock-polite tone. "Ready to be bartered for?"

I didn't reply to Douglas as Jake took me from Chase's grasp. Jake definitely wasn't as careful as Chase, judging by the way he slammed me down into the same metal chair I was in yesterday. I dreaded the metal bindings on the armrest that Marcus snapped on my wrists. I was once again trapped in the chair. Thankfully, Trevor was no where to be seen.

I watched nervously as Doulgas slowly pressed a digit into multiple keys on the pre-paid phone. You could hear Dad's phone ringing through the speaker. It didn't take more than two times before he picked up.

"Douglas, sent Bree back now," Dad hissed through the speaker. I've never heard him this angry, and it almost made me feel protected by him for once. Almost.

"Not so fast, Donnie. Did you think about my offer?"

"I told you, Douglas. I'm not trading my kids against each other. I'm tired of this game. Just bring Bree back home."

Douglas sighed. "Oh, you hear that Bree? Your Daddy doesn't think you're worth the trade. He only cares about the kids who can handle their bionics."

"That is NOT true! Don't listen to him, Bree. If there's any way you can escape, do it and-"

"That's enough!" Douglas roared. "You made your decision. Bree is staying here!"

And with that he threw the phone on the ground, letting it shatter into a million pieces. Just like my heart.

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