\A/N This will be taking place in the Terra Nova universe. Douglass will be the father of Adam, Bree, and Chase. With Chase being the illegal third child. This will not follow the storyline verbatim, just the basic plot. If you haven't watched Terra Nova you will probably understand the story.

"Hey guys guess what I have?" A man with spiky light brown hair asks as he walks into his small two-bedroom apartment. His hazel eyes sparkle in amusement as three small children run up to him. He holds out a package and the three children look up eagerly at him.

"What is it daddy?" A little girl with dark brown pigtails asks, bouncing with excitement, as her brown eyes staring at the bag in his hand.

"You have to guess." He teases.

The oldest child is looking at the bag and then his brown eyes meet his dads hazel eyes, "Is it chocolate?" He asks animatedly.

"Nope." His father says, popping the 'p'.

A woman with long dark brown hair and warn brown eyes walks in from another room, she leans on the door frame as she watches her family.

"Douglass, just tell them what's in the bag already, so they don't explode with excitement." She teases as she walks over and picks up the youngest child, a small boy with shaggy light brown hair, and hazel eyes that hold specks of exquisite emerald green.

"Okay. So I got an," He pauses and opens the bag to take out the surprise, "orange!" He finishes excitedly.

The two oldest kids jump with excitement, but the youngest child gives his mom a perplexed look. She smiles at him and says, "It's really yummy. I promise."

Douglass smiles at his children and breaks the orange open and separates it into three parts. He gives it once piece to each of his children and they start to eat it. When the youngest one bites into it a smile spreads across his face.

"Do you like it?" The mother asks, and he just nods his head as he eats the rest of the treat.

Then there is a bang at the door followed by shouting, "Population control, open up!"

Douglas sends a panicked look at his wife and she scurries over to the air vent in their living room/foyer.

"Coming!" Douglass yells back a he rushes to the door.

He reaches the door but before he opens it he looks over his shoulder and sees the vent placed over his son, and his wife standing behind their two other children.

He takes a deep breath and opens the door, "Hello-" but he gets pushed out of the way and three armed men dressed in gray Population Control uniforms enter the tiny apartment.

"We have reason to suspect that you have an illegal third child in your home. Are all the residents of this apartment present?" One of the officers asks.

"Yes, this is my wife," Douglass says as he wraps an arm around her, "and these are our two children, Adam and Bree."

The men look over the four members of the household, "Do you mind if we search your residence?" The same man asks.

Douglass smiles and says, "Go ahead, but please excuse the mess."

The man nods and then the patrol search the apartment, while the family waits.

After ten minutes they are done and walk up to Douglass, "Your house is clear, sorry for the intrusion."

Before Douglass could respond a loud sneeze echo's throughout the house.

The men share a look before two leave to resume their search of the home, and the third stays with the family.

Douglass and his wife share a panicked look, scared for their children.

Another sneeze resonates through the house, and the officer standing with them zeros in on the air vent. Douglass feels his wife stiffen and Bree cling to his pants leg as the vent is taken off and a small scared child is discovered behind it.

Douglass steps forward to protect his son, but is thrown to the floor and handcuffed, time seems to slow down from that point. He watches as his wife gets arrested, and as his children get taken away.

Bree is sobbing loudly as she clings to her older brother. Adam doesn't notice anything, just staring ahead as he gets lead out by the officer holding Chase, and Chase is crying silently as a stranger carries him away.

Douglass and his wife are forcefully removed and put in the back of separate police vehicles, unaware this is the last time they will ever see each other.

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"Hello?" Donald Davenport says into his phone, his voice thick with sleep.

"Is this Mr. Davenport?" a masculine voice says through the speaker on his phone.

Donald rubs sleep out of his eyes as he answers, "Yes, this is Donald Davenport."

"Sorry to disturb you at such a late hour, but your brother and his wife have been arrested." The voice responds.

All of the sleep vanishes from Donald and he sits ramrod straight, "What about their two children, Adam and Bree? Are they alright?"

"Yes sir, they are in child protective services custody at the moment." The disembodied voice informs.

Donald sighs, knowing what a mess CPS has been ever since the two-child act has been passed. "What happened and what is the next step?" Donald inquires.

"Your brother and his wife had an illegal third child. The third child is also with his siblings in child protective services custody. The next step is to get them a hearing, and to find the children either a foster home or an orphanage with openings." The disembodied voice replies.

Donald runs a hand down his face, appalled by his brother's negligence and worried about the children. "Is there anyway I can get custody of the children?" Donald requests.

"We can look into that sir, but I suggest you talk to a lawyer if you go that route." The voice replies.

"Thank you." Donald says, hanging his head.

"Goodnight sir." Then the line is cut.

Donald drops his phone on the floor and slumps back onto his empty king-sized bed. Lost in thought about his brothers impending doom, and how his life just got turned upside down. "What did you just get me into Douglass?" Donald asks himself as he settles down for a restless night of sleep.

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"You are one of the top scientists in the world with a squeaky clean record." Donald's lawyer Eddie says.

"How come I'm sensing a but?" Donald asks, pacing the length of his living room.

"But they might suspect that you already knew about it." Eddie warns.

"I haven't been in contact with them for over three years, its like they dropped off the face of the world. I don't even know the gender or name of the child. Now I know why though, they decided to brake the law." Donald says as he throws his hands up in frustration.

"We can probably prove that with phone records, and travel records since you live on different coasts. There is another problem though." Eddie says.

Donald slumps onto the couch parallel to the one Eddies sitting in. "What is it this time." Donald exasperates.

Eddie hold his hands up in surrender, "You have son, and the law clearly states 'two children per house hold'."

Donald suddenly gets up and starts pacing again. "I can provide a much better environment then those over crowed orphanages. Plus they'll probably have to separate the kids, and I'm not even adding to the population by taking them in." Donald rants.

"I know that, and we could probably convince a jury of that. But it will be braking the law, and you're single parent." Eddie articulates.

"It's not my fault that," Donald pauses unable to say her name, "my wife was mugged and murdered."

Eddie nods.

Donald looses all his anger and says, "I just want those kids to be safe."

"We will make a very compelling argument, but all I'm saying is be prepared to only get one kid or none. Prepare for the worst and hope for the best." Eddie encourages.

"Thanks Eddie." Donald says.

Donald leads Eddie to the door, and they shake hands before Eddie departs.

Donald sighs and walks upstairs to his room.

When he enters the room he sees a little boy with black hair and brown eyes. Donald smiles as he watches his son lying on his stomach on a bed to big for him drawing.

The little boy lifts his head and when he sees his dad he sends him a brilliant smile. "Hi dad! Do you want to see my drawing?"

Donald smiles and says, "I would love to!" Donald walks over and sits next to him.

He picks the drawing up and gushes, "What a beautiful picture." Donald looks down and sees three stick people standing in front of trees.

Marcus gives him anther brilliant smile, this one showing his dimples. Marcus sits up and points to the tallest figure, "This is you, and this is mommy, and this is me. The air isn't toxic so we're outside." Marcus explains.

Donald's heart breaks when he hears about his wife, knowing that the past year has been hard on Marcus, his mother died and Donald was grieving as well not being the attentive father he should have been. Donald kisses his son on the top of the head.

"Why don't we hang this on the refrigerator?" Donald asks.

Marcus nods, happy his father likes the picture.

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Donald hears the doorbell ring causing him to jump up and run over to the door. He opens the door and sees a Population Control officer with three small, frightened children standing behind him. The officer hands him a bag and ushers the children in. The three children look awed and confused as they stand in the foyer of Donald's mansion.

"Mr. Davenport I'm going to need you to sign some papers before I can hand them over." The officer says.

"Of course." Donald replies as he takes the pen and paper handed to him. Donald signs his name and hands the papers back.

"Thank you." Donald says.

The man nods curtly before leaving the children behind and walking back to his car.

Donald smiles down and introduces himself, "Hi I'm your uncle Donald. I've meet Adam and Bree before, but you might not remember me."

Adam smiles and says, "I remember you. You always brought us chocolate."

Donald smiles and says, "Yes I did. Milk chocolate was your favorite and Bree loved white chocolate."

Bree smiles, "Yeah I do!"

Donald chuckles and then looks at the youngest, this is the first time he ever saw him. He takes in his light brown hair, and hazel eyes, looking like a miniature Douglass. But surprisingly he also looks like Marcus; they both have specks of emerald green in their eyes and similar facial structure. Donald kneels down and says, "We haven't met yet, what's your name?"

"His name is Chase, he doesn't speak." Bree answers for him.

Donald looks at her and asks, "How old is he?"

Bree holds up three fingers.

How odd Donald thinks. He stands up and says, "Why don't we go meet your cousin, Marcus?"

Donald grabs the bag he set on the floor before leading his niece and nephews in to meet Marcus.

Donald walks in and sees his very nervous son fidgeting on the couch. Donald clears his throat and Marcus jumps realizing that his father and cousins are in the room.

"Marcus, come meet your cousins." Donald orders.

Marcus jumps from the couch and walks over. He waves at them and they just stare back.

"Marcus this is Adam, Bree, and Chase. They are five, four, and three." Donald introduces.

Marcus sends a nervous smile and gives a hesitant, "Hi."

Adam smiles widely back, while his siblings continue to stare.

"Guys this is Marcus and he's four." Donald introduces his son.

The kids still seem awkward around each other, but then Donald has an idea. "Marcus didn't you make your cousins presents?"

Marcus nods shyly.

"Well why don't you go get them?" Donald suggests, hoping this would be a perfect icebreaker.

Marcus looks like he wants to argue, but walks over to the couch he was previously occupying and grabs three pieces of paper. Marcus tentatively hands the papers over to them, scared of their reactions.

Adam smiles and says, "Thanks."

Bree just smiles, a little confused by what she's looking at.

Chase looks at it and then sends Marcus a brilliant smile revealing his dimples.

Him and Marcus even share that. Donald thinks, noting the similarities between the two.

Marcus seems pleased by his cousin's reactions, and then starts chattering about the artwork he just handed them. Adam seems to be listening politely, Bree is ignoring him, and Chase is absorbing every word he's saying.

Donald smiles hopeful that this is the start of a happy family.

A/N I didn't mean to make the prologue so long. Anyway the next chapter will be when Adam's 17, Marcus and Bree will be 16, and Chase will be 15.

I know that Marcus doesn't have black hair, but I wanted him to resemble Donald.

So the planet that they are on is dying, it's over crowded and the air is so polluted that they can't go outside unless it's with these machines that filter the air. Also since the planet is toxic, fresh fruit is hard to come by. That's why Chase didn't know what it was.

Also the Shannon's will be minor characters in this story, but they wont make their appearance till chapter 2 or 3. Also Zoe won't be illegal, and Jim and Elizabeth Shannon never broke the law. Anybody want to take a guess on why? If you haven't seen Terra Nova this will all be explained in the chapter they appear in. Should I make this a Terra Nova and Lab Rats crossover, or just leave it in the Lab Rats fandom?

Please let me know what you think!