Author's Note: I was reading Mia-Teresa-Davenport's Survival of the Fittest, and this came up. Though I will have my own twists, because the American government (I know, I live in it), has laws about citizens, and since the Davenports were born on American soil, as well as a bunch of other legal stuff, they're citizens.

This will be one of my last few fics before I take a break, though do expect at least one more LR fic.

Agents were swarming the house, the non-bionic family members were down below in the lab, oblivious to everything, and their live were in shambles. Yet Chase had never felt more alive, more free. And more terrified. Terrified of their present situation, and their future. It seemed their future was being taken from them.

"Kneel down, hands on your head! Any attempts to resist are futile!" Adam and Bree began to kneel, but Chase refused to. This is our home, our lives! They have no right to take it from us! "Last chance, subject C, or we will use forceful means!" Chase raised an eyebrow, and summoned a force field around he and his siblings. Oh, yeah, punks? Bring it! He had taken crap all his life, from his siblings, from bullies, and he could deal. But when the government of the people he and his siblings risked their lives to protect treated them like criminals, he was done. No more. Chase slammed his hand out, and the force field expanded with concussive force, though Chase conformed the shape as to not damage the house.

"Run, Bree!" Bree didn't think, she just obeyed her leader and high-tailed it out of there at a speed that would put most planes to shame. Adam stood up, aware that more government lackeys would be swarming the area any minute. Adam and his brother went back-to-back, silently rejoicing in the small victory of having their sister safe. Chase, in his mind, quickly disabled her GPS system, so not even he would be able to find her, unless he turned it back on. "Together?" Chase didn't need to ask, for he knew his brother would always be there. It just seemed to cement the fact they knew the odds were stacked against them, bionic they may be. More agents stormed in, only to fall prey to Adam's heat vision or blast wave. Any darts they fired would be redirected by Chase's molecularkinesis, but he was also going on the offensive with his force field balls.

"Stop!" Agent Graham yelled, his gun pointed at a Leo he was dragging along. Three other agents, with Donald, Douglas, and Tasha, followed him. Chase nudged at Adam to keep going, and let his fury flow. This man, who Donald trusted, has betrayed us. With a rage on his face, built up from recent events, Chase slammed Graham and his men against the wall, their guns clattering harmlessly. He copied that onto the other government agents who had invaded his house, his life. With a mere thought, he made their guns rise and shoot them, albeit with tranquilizer guns.

"Go, now!" Chase ordered at the non-bionic family members, though the looks on their faces begged to differ. "Speed car to jet! NOW!" Donald took charge, knowing he and the others would only be hindrances at best, at worst tools for the government. In that moment, all the Davenports had become enemies of the U.S. Then Chase felt a sharp pain in his back, and collapsed to the ground. Adam immediately turned all attention to his baby brother, but was soon afflicted by another tranquilizer dart. Chase and Adam's eyes met, conveying in mere seconds what a hundred heartfelt conversations could not. Then, together, they sank into oblivion.

...

"Subject A? Subject A, are you awake?" Adam blinked his eyes repeatedly and slowly, trying to get his groggy head to work. He immediately tried to rise, but was constrained by chains. He glared at the speaker, a young man in his late twenties. Who are you? "I am your friend," Yeah, right. When birds fly! "though I can very quickly become your enemy. All you have to do is answer my questions honestly." I hate tests, and I'm bad at them, and this sounds like a test.

"Is this a test? I'm bad at tests." Adam looked into the man's eyes, and found no emotion. Creepy, kind of like Krane. Or those pig zombies! "If we do have to do a test, I think it's fair I get to ask a few questions." Like where is my brother, where am I, why am I here...wait, I know the answer to the last one. I actually know an answer!

"Alright," The man sat down, and only the table separated them. "Is your name Adam Davenport?"

"Yes," Always the first question on a test. Though sometimes I forget to answer it...

"Are you bionic?"

"Yup," Jeez, is he blind or something? Like Chase when exposed to LEMPs? Chase...Bree...I hope they're all right.

"What are your bionic abilities?" Adam had to pause to think about that. I'm not supposed to say that to anyone, especially creepy government officials...

"Mr. Davenport says I can't tell anyone that," Adam could be stubborn as an ox when tried, and this was one of those times he felt was the proper place to showcase his talent.

"Answer me this, and you get a question." The man bartered, and Adam sighed, relenting. He'll find out anyway, or he already knows. It's not like he hasn't seen me use them. Or footage at least.

"Super strength, heat vision, blast wave, breathing underwater, and talking to raccoons." The last one may not have shown up yet, but I have it! The man raised an eyebrow, but shook it off. "My turn. Where is Chase? Is he alright?"

"That's two questions, but I'll let it slide. Your brother has not been harmed, but we have to keep him sedated. We have no defenses against his telekinesis. He's in another room, would you like to see him? I'll have him woken up for you. Could you convince him not to harm us? Better yet, tell us how to block his telekinesis."

"First off, it's molecularkinesis, he's touchy about that. Secondly, expose him to an electro-magnet-thing, and he can't control his bionics, they glitch, so do mine, I dunno if that's helpful. Now, I want to see him, and yes I'll convince him." Or try to, at least. Adam was mainly relieved at the chance to see his brother. The man nodded, and began speaking into an earpiece.

"Can I trust you not to try anything?" Adam nodded, fearful that his brother might take the blunt of the repercussions, and it wasn't like they'd tried to harm him. Yet. After another exchange into an earpiece, the man produced a key from his pocket, and unlocked Adam's chains. Adam stood up, and stretched his arms. The man motioned for Adam to follow, and Adam followed, though one more question came into his mind.

"What's your name? You know mine, it's only fair I know yours." Plus, whenever I think about you in my head, I think 'creepy government agent', and Mr. Davenport says that's rude. Mr. Davenport...Adam wondered how the other Davenports were fairing, hoping nothing bad had happened to them. Nothing bad's happened to me...

"The only name you need to know is Agent Summers," Agent Summers answered, and Adam nodded his head slightly, accepting the name. Adam followed the agent down numerous hallways with the same smooth metal doors and plain gray walls. After what seemed like hours, Agent Summers finally stopped outside a door, and Adam shot him a single look, asking without words if his brother was behind the door in question. Agent Summers nodded a reply, and stepped back from the door, actually giving Adam privacy with his brother.

Adam opened the door slightly, a rush of cold air hitting his skin as he did so. Then something slammed into him, arms wrapping themselves around him. "Adam!" He quickly reciprocated the hug, experiencing surges of happy emotions at having his brother safe with him. A minute later, they stepped away from the hug, and questions came pouring out of Chase's mouth. "Are you alright? Has anything happened to you? I just woke up a few minutes ago, and they said I would get to see you..." Chase trailed off, clearly expecting answers to his many questions. Adam smiled, for no specific reasons.

"They're alright, they're not cruel or anything, and the reason you just woke up is because they kept drugging you so you wouldn't go all crazy with your molecularkinesis on them. Which reminds me, Agent Summers asked me to ask you not to do that again." Chase grinned, and Adam hoped his brother, with his super-hearing, had heard the last words that had come out of his mouth.

"I'll be a good bionic teen, don't worry, Adam," A soft knock on the door preceded Agent Summers' entry, who inclined his head to Chase, whose reputation as 'crazy telekinetic' was obviously fresh on the agent's mind.

"Adam, Chase, we were wondering...could you call your father and ask him to return to the States? We're not going to arrest him, we just need to know if there are any more of you...and he's our main defense contractor." Adam paled at the mention of other bionics, memories of Krane flashing through his head. Thankfully, taking the lead as the leader he was, Chase spoke for them.

"I don't know his on-the-run phone number, but I could send him an e-mail." Chase's right eye went into bionic mode, as it did whenever he utilized his mental connections or databases. Agent Summers paled, no doubt thinking Chase was going to attack with his eye. Chase blinked. "It's been sent." Agent Summers decided it was better not to ask directly about that, though he did have questions for Chase.

"What are your bionics, Chase?" Chase immediately turned to Adam, who nodded. Chase sighed, not comfortable with dishing out information like that to strangers. Understandable, given the circumstances.

"Molecularkinesis, force fields, Override App, Magnetism App, super-senses, levitation, and a bunch of mental ones that really aren't important." Chase had omitted a few, still not trusting the agent. Adam didn't disagree with his brother, and wondered if he should've done that, too.

"You're pretty powerful," Agent Summers remarked, and Chase beamed a smile.

"I'm the youngest," The smile abruptly melted off his face, and Chase entered business mode. "So, what will we be doing here? I'm assuming it won't be a vacation."

"We're working on covering up the video, saying it was fake. The other countries don't need to be investigating bionics anytime soon, nor do we want them to know about you. We've taken the capsules from your lab, in addition to the training simulator. You'll train while you're here, and maybe even go on a few missions, though nothing like any of your previous ones. We'll also be giving you additional training in fields Mr. Davenport probably hasn't given you. Once Mr. Davenport returns, we'll release you into his custody, and return the simulator and capsules. During the summer, you are to train here with us. After college, you are to live on base here, and work as our agents. Mr. Davenport will also be allowed to use you if you are not currently on a mission." Adam barely absorbed any of that, but the last part stuck in him.

Sure, he had no idea what he wanted to do after college, or even if he wanted to go to college -who'd willingly choose four more years of school?- but at least he'd have the freedom to pick. Now, they'd ripped away a right he'd thought he'd always have, freedom to choose his life. He couldn't erase the bionic part of him and his life, it was too great a part of it, but he had the freedom to decide the non-bionic half. That right had just been revoked, and Adam didn't know how to feel about it. Outrage was definitely one of the emotions he was feeling.

He and Chase's protests -many a time had Chase stated he wanted to be a lawyer, or doctor, in the case of the latter cure cancer, and would surely protest those choices being taken away from him- were cut off by an explosion you didn't have to have super-senses to hear. "What was that?" Adam asked, and received no answer, from Agent Summers or Chase. Chase's eyes widened in fear, and Adam's heart rate increased.

"Krane. He found us."

Author's Note: I had to resist writing "Agent Smith" *wink* throughout this chapter, so if you see that, let me know...and I may not update daily, as I have another fic I'm writing, but I'll try to make my updates no more than a day or two apart.