Guess who's back! I am sorry I haven't updated for so long, I am extremely busy with my exams...  Here is the next chapter of Alternative Endings. I hope you all like it.

~Joanna~

"Come on Adam, keep looking." I heard Bree yelling.

"I cannot find him." I answered back.

The truth is I was so desperate to find my brother that I did not search for him very well. Why did he have to do such a stupid thing? He is the smartest person in the world. He should know when something is dangerous. Anyway, we kept looking for him until I heard my sister screaming. I turned back to face her.

"According to this, Chase is here. But look all this snow. It's impossible to have survived." She yelled crying.

"Bree, relax. Come on! Let's put the snow away." I said like it was the easiest thing to do.

"Did you find him?" Another voice was heard.

"Yes and no."

"What does that mean?"

"I'll call you later."

I hung up our 'father' and starting removing the snow slowly being helped by Bree. After some minutes, I distinguished a leg. "Look I found a shoe." I exclaimed happily.

"That's Chase's." She shouted punching me in the shoulder.

We uncovered his while body from the snow. He was in a really bad shape. He hand was in a weird position, his head was full of blood and he had ice everywhere. Bree placed her head on his chest. "I think he breathing. But it's very slow. His pulse is still there. Very weak but there. We have to take him home, now."

I picked our brother and my sister super-sped us home before another major Avalanche hit us.

The elevator doors opened and we were met by the gaze of a shocked Mr. Davenport. "Is he...?"

"He alive." I said.

"Okay, Bree I need you to bring me the first aid kit. Adam put him on the Cyber desk gently. I am going to bring a cot. He needs to be comfortable."

I literally threw my brother on the desk. "Oops." Mr. Davenport gave me a glare as Bree inserted the room holding a huge bag and some blankets. My father brought a bed inside and placed Chase on there really gently. He removes the top of his mission suit and noticed that his rib cage was bruised. "Oh man it's worse than I thought. We cannot take him to the hospital. So that means I have to call Douglas." He spitted out irritated.

"Why evil uncle daddy?" I asked.

"Because he went to medical school. He knows what to do." He said and pulled his phone out. "Douglas is on his way. I have to scan him guys first. Will you help me?"

We both nodded. Mr. Davenport grabbed a small device, connected to the screen from the cyber desk and started scanning. So many things were appeared on the screen. I saw Bree ready to cry. The things weren't good.

"Alright here we are." I heard my father sighing.

"Dislocated shoulder

Broken Ribs

Cracked leg

A wound on the head.

I have to get to work." he said and started.

First of all, he put his hand on Chase's forehead which was sweaty. "And he has a fever too. This kid." An oxygen mask was put in my brother's face and some cables in his right hand. After holding stable the wash cloth, Mr. Davenport swap the blood from his forehead. After that he was ready to touch his shoulder when someone burst into the room yelling.

"Where is my son?" It was Dougie.

"Now he is your son." Mr. Davenport exclaimed.

"It's not time for this." My real dad looked at the screen and gasped. "How is he still alive?" he asked.

Chase started moving and groaning. His eyes slashed opened and was met by our concerned gazes. He tried to move but everything hurt. He pulled out his oxygen mask with his left hand and talked. "Mr-Mr. D-Davenport, s-sorry."

"It's okay buddy."

"H-Hurts."

"I know. Just have a little patience and everything will be fine." he told him trying to calm him down.

It was so awful to watch Chase like that. He could barely move and even though it was his fault, I could not lose my brother like that. My uncle injected a liquid inside his vain and fell asleep.

"Let's start." Dad said.

Mr. Davenport stitched Chase's head while Douglas wrapped a bandage around his leg. They moved to his rib cage. They started pressing him. Fortunately, he did not feel anything. They also checked his breathing every five minutes. After they finished their job, they hugged. Bree and I looked at each other surprised.

Douglas stayed with us for a little while. Considering all the times that he almost killed us, I must say he seemed changed.

Chase started opening his eyes. As soon as his vision was focused in one spot, he gasped. "W-What is he d-doing here?" he whispered pointing at our biological father. He starting moving around only making his injuries worse. Mr. Davenport put his hands on his shoulder and pulled him down.

"Relax, Chase. Douglas helped me cure you."

"I-t's c-old." My brother admitted although the weather was very hot these days.

"It's from your fever." Bree explained and out another blanket on him.

Chase pulled out something of his pocket. "Here is your sitanium.

"Money, money, money, money, money." Mr. Davenport yelled dancing around taking glares from us. "I mean, thank you."

"I am sorry for going alone in Antarctica."

"About that! You're grounded till further notice."

"Perfect." Chase mumbled. We all laughed.

It'd been three weeks and Chase was back at school using crunches in order to walk properly. His shoulder, head and ribs were healed.

I was in my locker when he came obviously annoyed by something.

"What's the matter bro?"

"Maths teacher told me that until my leg is completely fine I cannot attend the trip."

I sat next to him and hugged him.

"Chasey, I hope you learned your lesson."

"Yeah, don't go to a mission alone."

"No, I meant that I am the best brother/nanny in the world."

We both laughed and watched Bree walking in the front entrance with eggs on her hair. Something that made us laugh even harder. She soon joined us complaining about Owen and his new art.