I flopped down on the table as Mr Davenport shuffled back and forth in front of me, Leo sitting by the computer and arranging the documents the older man asked him too. From here, I could hear the loud crash I would have guessed caused by Adam throwing Chase again upstairs, before they both went at each other and tried to disable an arm or something.

I sighed as I thought of my idiotic brothers, and continued to flip through the files.

"Okay. So, Big D. I've arranged those files you asked me too, but there are some things that you need to confirm." Leo said, leaning back against the chair while his eyes scanned over the laptop's screen. I smiled a little, looking at his progress - he had come a long way since being that scrawny little kid I remembered, now being actually... resourceful. "Oh, and you get a mail from Kellie. Says here, uh... she needs to confirm if everything's ready for Marcus' return."

My eyes nearly came out of their sockets, hearing that familiar name once again. I glared at Mr Davenport, "What?"

"Oh," Leo dropped his voice, raising a brow at Mr Davenport. "You didn't tell any of them yet, did you?"

I turn to glare at him, before returning my glare back at my adopted father, who looked flustered and caught-off-guard. "Ha ha - oops?" He tried, his eyes looking everywhere for a route to escape.

But knowing and training me, he knew I could catch up - so why bother. He sighed. "I meant to tell you - "

"When?" I asked Leo, ignoring the older man now.

Leo seemed surprised and scrambled to look further into the e-mail. "Uh, next week. Wednesday. Approximately, nine in the morning."

I groaned and rolled my eyes backward, couldn't believe that I hadn't seen this coming before. I should have expected it. Marcus was due to come back sooner or later, I guessed.

I remember the exact day we managed to defeat him, before Mr Davenport cracked his code and reset him. By the time we were finished with him, he was looking less than human - some of his chest and arms had fallen off to reveal broken metals and tangled wires. And then, Mr Davenport had him - the damaged goods - taken home, spending hours just to get him functioning again.

I still recall the way Chase, Adam, Leo and I argued against his actions - why would he try to safe Marcus? It made no sense. Until Mr Davenport turned the table and asked us how would we feel if it was one of us in his shoe right at the moment - Mr Davenport was sure he could do something to safe Marcus, to extend his lifespan more than sixteen years, to turn him good, just like the rest of us.

The repair wasn't easy.

It took three weeks for Marcus to function properly and appeared like the human we came to know him once. Although he looked practically unscratched on the outside, Mr Davenport had reported that by resetting Marcus, he practically had a memory loss - therefore had no idea in controlling or even knowing his bionic powers.

It took another three months for Mr Davenport to train Marcus the basics - and in those three months, it had been hard for all of us to go about with his presence lingering about, although he had grown awfully quiet and mainly remain in one of the spared bedroom Mr Davenport never really use (that became his official bedroom). Which made Chase questioned his real motives, suggesting that perhaps Marcus was scheming to get back on us. I had agree, so did Adam. Leo, who was the first one to suspect Marcus, claimed that he already had a talk with Marcus, and even witnessed some of his trainings, was kinda convinced that Marcus ... was mentally crippled and wouldn't be able to come up with any form of plan, even if he wanted to.

But because of our increasingly growing suspicion, Mr Davenport had call his former assistant, Dr. Kellie Turner to take Marcus under her care instead. Dr Kellie was reluctant at first, but after having a private one-on-one talk with Marcus, she had agree. We didn't knew what they had talk about, because even though Mr Davenport bugged everything in the house - somehow Dr Kellie managed to kill all of it.

She was a very skilful doctor, I should give her that.

With nothing much of a goodbye, Marcus went on and became Dr Kellie's adopted son. And it stayed that way for a year and a half now, up to that point, I would have guess. Now, he's coming back home. I huffed out irritatedly, "Why, though?"

Mr Davenport shrugged his shoulders, looking helpless. "Marcus, thanks for my doing obviously, have surpassed the supposed age he should die - which, must I remind you guys again, what I have successfully did - and is now nearing the age of nineteen. Kellie just thought he should enrol into a college. And he got accepted in a college here, nearby."

"So, he won't be living with us?"

"Only for a while, until they find him a suitable place, I guess. Kellie trained him well - she wanted him to grow up just like other ... mediocre youths are doing right now. You know, growing out of parent's house and trying to live on their own and bla bla bla, all boring stuff really."

Leo looked baffled, "Adam is nineteen. How come he's not in college?"

Mr Davenport gave him an empty look, "Are you seriously asking me that right now?"

Leo nodded quickly, "Yup. Got it."

"Adam... is a completely different case. I'm not trying to enrol him in college until either you or Chase graduated, that is, if I want him in college at all. But until then, I think he enjoys working at the beach. He isn't inflicting any harm... yet. Thankfully." Mr Davenport shook his head and continued to work on his latest project.

"So..." I'm still trying to grasp on reality here. I can't believe we're still - accepting that beast to come into our life again! "Marcus is coming back into town?"

Leo chirped, "Don't tell me all of that running finally did something to your intelligence. I can't handle a female version of Adam, please. He alone is enough!"

"I just - I'm trying to let the information sink in, properly."

"Well whatever you do, just get that information in before next Wednesday comes rolling over." Leo shrugged, scrolling down the screen of the laptop intently. "Oh, maybe before that, because Dr Kellie says she wants a cake. A homemade one - I think she's mocking you, Big D."

"My machine won and she needs to deal with it!"

Deal with it. That word thud in my head as I exhaled sharply. God. I still can't quite shake the feel of his foot stabbing against my stomach, or the sadistic smirk he threw my way as he bruised my arm under his fingers, flexing my muscles so roughly that I need a two month therapy just to get it working at hundred-percent back again. I shuddered, closing my eyes and decided to wrestle with reality's fact.

Marcus is coming home.

So I don't know. A little AU because the second fight - which was noted somewhere in there - didn't actually happen. I decided to try this story out because I think Marcus is an interesting character that could be developed properly. And the pairing between Bree/Marcus deserves a shot. Also, I'd really like to try this plot out 'cause I've been really depressed lately with trying to carry out more serious multi-fic; and this story plot isn't as intense and it's more to the positive side rather than venturing towards darkness.

So I don't know really. It's my first try. If you have the time, tell me what you think.