A/N: buildings may have been modified for your reading enjoyment. This is a Happy 2014 for everyone who likes this story from me. :) This is what happens when I force myself to sit down and type for nearly a whole afternoon several days in a row (why does it take me so long?).

This installment of Fool Me Once...has a ton of drama. :S It was so late at night when I finished, I'm actually not sure if it's good or not, so you guys will have to let me know. Anyways, I figured the majority of my readers might like this.

*Martin's POV*

I was starting to find that Chris and I were all too often juggling our lives because of the villains- mainly Zach Varmitech- making it hard.

I couldn't trust Zach or his word. I never would. Even if I did get to my brother...would I even be able to know who to save?

Ugh...why did the guy make a hobby out of making my life difficult? I mean- didn't he have anything better to be doing? Other than make everything hard for anyone with the surname Kratt?

I beyond had enough of Zach's game.

I growled lowly, but I made sure to control my emotions. No point in throwing a tantrum about it like some hot-headed people did. Instead, I tried to stay calm, aside from worrying, and I began to think instead.

I had just got off my creature pod, talking to Aviva about the situation. At least I still had that. It was cracked from my brawl, but still working.

She promised they'd be ready to help and that they were watching everything, on stand by. For me to be ready. To me, it seemed like the moment to intervene should be now, but she insisted on waiting.

Why, I had no clue, but I was ready to get Chris and get out now.

"Trust me." she had said. And I did. So I just used that as something to depend on.

I turned to look around the big, somewhat battered room. I was at least going to search for that opening Zach had mentioned. I thought of the elevator, but then two things immediately ruled that possibility out.

One, I had already tried that, and nearly gotten killed for it. For another thing, it was on the other side of that stupid door, possibly being guarded. I sighed to release some of the stress I had built up.

"A way out," I muttered, my blue eyes carefully scanning the room. "A way out...I don't see one..."

I walked into the control room. The monitors that weren't skewered or broken by the heavy tools that hit them fizzed black and white. None of them were showing any camera feed like before.

*Narrative POV*

'So I was stuck in the room while Zach did who-knows-what to my brother. The team was waiting and depending on me too. When was I voted lead hero?' Martin thought to himself.

Possibly right after he'd decided to come get Chris back on the Tortuga.

'My brother needed me and I couldn't even get through a door. Not like a dragon or a complicated computer force field- a slate of metal!'

All this was running through Martin's head while he hacked at the thick door- the only real exit he had.

The blue-eyed Kratt huffed in a somewhat irritated exhaustion. He was quite fed up with Zach, considering how close he'd been to getting Chris. After a few minutes, he realized that unless Zach sent a Zachbot to come open the door, it would not be his exit. He'd moved on to finding another way out and the second thing he'd seen was the air vent.

Martin tried the crowbar again, having been at it for five minutes now wrestling with the bolted grate, muttering to himself. "All these stupid tools...but no way to get through that dumb door..."

The crowbar bent with the force Martin used and he frowned, tossing it aside. He came to a conclusion- there was no way he was getting through that door without a jackhammer or a wrecking ball. Neither of which he had. The only thing really in there was a pile of junk inventions, all of them random, unfinished, or obsolete.

He looked to the window for the seventh time. Martin wondered if it was possibly his only chance of escape. He decided to save it for a back up plan to his back up plan.

Martin went to way out number two- a vent. It was a loose floor tile he found actually and for some reason, it blocked a 3 by 3 black hole that Martin figured had to somewhere else. The only problems were that (1)it would be a very tight squeeze and he had no way of knowing if it got even smaller. He didn't want to get stuck. And then (2)the shaft went in the complete opposite direction of where he wanted to go- this vent went straight vertical as far as he could tell.

He ultimately decided against it. And he had already turned over everything in the computer room...

The Kratt turned to look at the window a third time, squinting at it before sighing. "That might just be my only way out..."

Martin walked over to examine it, trying to figure how he would do this. No fire escape, no doors, and the window itself did not open. That's why he had ruled this option (if you could really call it that) out. He could break the glass, with some effort, even with it being shatter proof. Not easy, but doable.

Before thinking too ahead on it, he decided to go ahead and get that done instead of dwelling. In under 3 minutes and using some heavy tools, he had managed to make an opening in the bottom left half of a large panel.

Up so high, Martin could feel the strong, cool wind blowing into the stuffy room. It was a nice breathe of fresh air, considering what he was about to do. Carefully, Martin stuck his head out and leaned only as far as he dared. He felt a prickling sensation on his neck and he felt like his legs shake. Martin felt as if someone would walk up behind him and push him.

The entire city- even the tallest of buildings- were below him, and that was saying something. Normally, he wouldn't have minded the height- he and Chris had scaled much steeper cliffs and larger mountains- but this sheer, straight down drop was extremely intimidating, considering a weird fog made it feel even higher than it really was.

Not that it was too big a difference. Though it wasn't like he could break his fall... and the fact that he could hit the pavement if he made a mistake. No ladders, no easy way up from the outside.

He carefully turned away, craning his neck to see if he could tell how far away the rooftop was. He could hear- very faintly- Zach barking orders to his Zachbots, possibly.

The real problem came with once that was done, would he be able to help his brother at the top? That was, assuming he didn't fall to his death beforehand.

A lot of things run through your mind while scaling a ridiculously tall building with nothing but a jacket supporting you from a- at least- 100-foot drop.

'How is this even working?' Martin wondered incredulously, refusing to look down. He was making his way up the side of a freaking building!

He didn't want to push what little luck he had; Martin moved as fast as he dared. Soon, only about 12 feet from the top, he could hear Zach's annoying voice. That only fueled the adrenaline pumping right now. However, just before he touched the ledge of the rooftop, Zach's voice nearly addressed him.

"Nice to see you made it to the party, blue boy. Nice resourcefulness."

Martin scowled as he pulled himself up and over, panting as his tense muscles ached from the hard workout. "Really, Zach? Make me climb?"

Zach shrugged. "Hey, it wasn't the only way. But it was definitely more entertaining."

Zach turned around, "Wouldn't you say so, Chris?"

For the first time, Martin actually looked around, noticing everything about the roof.

Martin stared across the roof from one green clad man to the other. Both were identical. Both unreachable by him. They were tied hanging several feet up in strange spherical devises, each silently pleading with him for help. Both were gagged, however, unable to speak. Or at least Martin's real brother wouldn't be able to speak. The copy Zach created probably could have easily gotten free if he tried...but he was playing a good game of charades.

Martin was utterly confused, but didn't have much time left. One couldn't of been real. His true brother was in trouble, but he couldn't tell which was which.

"I-I...It's..."

He was having an interpersonal battle with himself.

*Martin's POV

C'mon Martin! You know who the real Chris is! It shouldn't be this hard to find your own brother. There were only two- a wager, of sorts. If I guessed. A fair chance...but still only a chance.

I couldn't risk the 50/50 probability. And I knew I shouldn't of had to. Chris...how come I couldn't figure it out right away?!

I felt ashamed and a ping of guilt. Why couldn't I simply point out the person I'd had known for almost my entire life? I knew that somewhere deep down there was a voice screaming at me, telling me I knew which. But the dreaded feeling...the chance I could be wrong kept me from pointing him out. I was too afraid to.

I knew that eventually I would have to, or Zach might tire of what he called a simple GAME. 'Then the real Chris would- NO! No no, Don't think like that. Come on...focus! You know...'

Martin took a breathe and looked between both Chris'. He stared at each for awhile, studying both carefully trying to read their eyes. To find anything- any little detail that Zach had missed- that would tell him who his kin was.

Zach tapped his foot impatiently, looking bored from his spot up on a platform above Martin. He'd been smart enough to insure that Martin couldn't get to him.

"Oh, come on. Is it really that hard for you to find him? I thought you two were brothers. You guys are pretty much the same person. You've known him before he knew he was him. Thought you of all people could point out your own brother. Huh. Guess not."

Martin wince as a painful feeling pinged in his heart. That struck a nerve. The words stung and even though he tried not to, it showed very clearly in his expression. Martin shook his head, "T-that's not true, Zach. You know that's not true! I know who my brother is!" Martin said that more to assure himself than to counter Zach's harsh words.

Zach smirked noticing how he'd gotten to Martin. "Then by all means, do tell me."

With Zach's words still burning a hole into him, Martin looked between the two once again. Then he gasped. "...He...He's Chris." Martin said quietly as he pointed him out slowly.

"What was that?" Zach said rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"That's my brother, Zach. Game's over" Martin confirmed with more confidence, staring straight at his brother.

Zach frowned at the no so sure to positive change in Martin's tone, but didn't say anything as he lowered the person Martin believed was Chris. Martin glanced up at the other who was still hanging helplessly and he hoped he hadn't just made the biggest mistake of his life.

He walked quickly up to the Chris that had been laid on the ground. Still eyeing Zach, Martin looked at Chris who was looking back at him. "Chris...I've known you since before you even knew you were you. I can tell my brother apart from a machine."

What Martin didn't see was the rage in Zach's eyes as he glared at his back. No, this wasn't suppose to happen. Martin was suppose to lose! There was noway to tell them apart, no way at all!

"Y-you guessed...You guessed!" the Varmitech accused darkly, shouting in his frustration. He storming over to his controls behind him, throwing switches and pushing buttons.

Martin stood sharply, his back to Chris protectively. "No, Zach. I won your little test, no foul play. You have to let us go now."

Martin knew Zach. He knew that wasn't going to happen. Zach was a villain and a sore loser. He'd even go as far to cheat when he had the upper hand.

And the bitter man did at this point. The Kratts were on his turf with no defense. Zach never played fair- Martin knew that if he and his brother were to make it out, he'd have to think fast.

But Martin didn't notice Chris being pulled away, until his brother started to called out, "Hey, stop! Let go!"

Martin whirled, taking his eyes off of Zach for a split second to see Copy Chris pulling away his brother...towards the edge of the roof.

Chris' arms weren't tied, but his ankles still were. He couldn't stand and fight as he tried grasping at random objects, anything he could throw or hang onto. There was very little between him and the edge.

His double was stronger as well- simply yanking Chris along. Martin was right behind him immediately, though that was almost too late.

Almost.

He literally was throwing Chris over when his brother caught up. Martin shoved the robot over with his own momentum, grabbing hold of his sibling all in one fast motion. Leaning over the edge as far as he was in order to grab Chris's arm, a lot of pressure was on his torso and right arm, which, to Martin, felt like it might be dislocated soon.

Trying to keep yourself from tipping over wasn't easy, either, when half of you was hanging off a cliff and holding into another person. Martin somehow- miraculously, almost- held on.

Barely.

Martin strained trying to pull Chris back up. "No! I chased you for an hour, through those woods, got lost, nearly got killed SEVERAL times, and have more than a few bug bites and scratches on my arms. No way am I going to losing you now."

His side was burning now, like somebody had set a hot pan on it. Martin had probably injured it more than he realized, but that was irrelevant to him at the time.

Chris stared up at his brother a moment, holding on and looking like he had something to tell Martin. But then his eyes got huge. "Martin, MOVE!"

'Move where? It's not like I COULD or I would've already.'

But Martin turned his head to see...just in time to see fake a Chris standing behind him, severely scratched and with his inner mechanics showing through his "skin" in some places.

He grimaced. 'Great, so he hadn't fell all the way...'

It was extremely creepy. Martin turned in an awkward position. He was able to bring most of himself up, but his arm and Chris were still suspended over 100 feet above asphalt. And the grip was faltering. Martin gripped his brother's arm, but he was gradually slipping. Chris held on with both hands, trying to work his own way up, but he was still not at full strength.

Chris copy just stood there glaring, as if waiting for something...orders, Martin figured.

He looked over past the android, over to where Zach was. Zach was glaring at him, his hand frozen, hovering over some lever. He seemed conflicted about pulling it as he stared at the brother...which made Martin wonder what exactly that steel lever would do.

Zach frowned, glancing between it and Martin.

Martin decided that he wouldn't give him the chance to decide. But before he could even do anything, Chris suddenly let go. In a panic, the older Kratt's immediate reaction was to grab his arm tighter, but Chris fell, slipping out of his grip, much to Martin's own horror.

The older didn't even have time to truly process it or cry out. Didn't have the time to turn to look or anything. Just as fast as Chris had been suddenly gone, the solid floor suddenly dropped out from under him as well.

A/N:WKFFF, it is really scary how you predicted most of what I'd already written before you wrote your guest comment. Are you a mind reader possibly? Just thought I'd ask...

So, I'm almost sorry for what I just wrote...almost. I've had the end written out for months. When I first started actually, I typed out the climax first.

I know, I'm a terrible author who can't update in time to save her life. D: meh...well at least I'm trying to finish some of these before I shoot out my new ideas I keep locked in a vault...yeah. 2014 is looking pretty promising...

One more thing. Give me a break. It's past midnight here, and I only spell checked this before submitting. So if you see something you know is not right or doesn't make sense...tell me. Especially problems with the POV. I find it hard to stick to just one POV, but I'll work on not switching so much in future chapters. Thanks!