Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats, only my beautiful brain and my blueprints to the Bionic Island.

Donald looked up from his cyber desk to see his younger brother standing over him. "Douglas, are you all right?" he asked. Clearly, there was something wrong with him.

Douglas' eyes were blood shot, watering like crazy. He was shaking uncontrollably, breathing heavily. "Why," he asked.

"What are you talking about Douglas?" Donald asked. "What happened to you?"

"You know Donnie, you did all of this. You took everything from me,"

Donald's heart broke a little when he heard his brother whimper that phrase.

"Douglas, you know I only did what was best for them," Donald said calmly.

"No! You did what was best for you. Taking MY kids, MY inventions, MY half of the company. I lost EVERYTHING because of you!" Douglas screamed.

Donald slowly stood up. "Douglas, calm down," he said, reaching his hand out to steady his brother.

Douglas jerked away from him. "No. I can't. You wouldn't listen to me then, why should I listen to you now?!"

Donald took a deep breath. "Because I am your brother, and I am trying to help you,"

"Help me?!" Douglas snarled. "You destroyed me. You were supposed to be my brother Donald! My older brother! You were supposed to protect me, not take everything that was mine,"

Donald looked up to see Chase walk into the lab. "Mr. Davenport, I heard screaming, what is going on?"

Douglas turned to see Chase, and Donald took the opportunity to stab Douglas with a mild sedative.

Seeing Douglas's state freaked Chase out. "Mr. Davenport? What's wrong with him?"

Douglas feel into Donald, who supported him up. "I don't know,"

"How come you never told them about me, Donnie?" Douglas cried softly. "I was just doing what was best for them. I was giving them their best chance,"

Donald carried his brother over to the couch and laid him down. "Calm down Douglas,"

"Were you ashamed? Did you not want them to know what you did? What you did to their mother?!" Douglas murmured before slipping into unconsciousness.

Chase looked up at Donald. "Mr. Davenport?"

Donald pulled out his cell phone and avoided making eye contact. "Dr. Jones, I need an ambulance right away, there is something wrong with my brother,"

So, what did you think? Originally this was going to be a one-shot, but if people are interested in hearing the whole story between Donald and Douglas I will turn this into a full story. Please Review!