*Just a quick note that this story is rated a high T for abuse and depression.

Hey guys! I'm back with a second story, and this one will actually be a multi-chapter! I'm thinking about five chapters, but maybe more. I really had no idea I would start coming up with all these ideas, but everyone who reviewed on my last story just really gave me an energy boost and I got all these ideas that I just had to start writing down!

I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed my first story "Leo's Guilt." I really was not expecting to get that much of any audience and it really boosted my confidence. I'd like to thank: tennisgirl77, fudgebrownieface, Clarity665, PurpleNicole531, Waterlooroadbrat, humanusscriptor, ereader12, and Leo Corp. Leo Corp, I will have to think about your evil Leo idea; it's a good one! Mind if I borrow it for one of my later stories?

Not to discard anyone else, but I would like to give a special thank-you to AllAmericanSlurp. You might not be reading this but if you are, I've heard a lot about you from daphrose 's stories, and she's such an expert on Lab Rats with so many incredible stories that I practically flipped out when I saw one of her friends had reviewed my story! Anyway, Thank-you all so much for your kind words! Sorry for those of you were hoping for another update on "Leo's Guilt," but I don't have anymore ideas for it and I don't want to plunge into making a sequel with no ideas and have it come off really bad. :(

Leo is my favorite character, however, (besides Chase), and I don't really think there's enough fics about hime, so I'm sure to be writing some more about him!

Since this story is going to be a multi-chap, however, I will actually be able to reply to reviews and really collaborate with you guys on what you think and maybe what you'd like to see happen for this story! So please, read and review!

I hope you like this story!

Disclaimer-I do not own Lab Rats.

~Prologue~

Memories.

Such a simple word that can have so many different meanings and effects; both terrific and devastating to a person's body and soul. The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines memories as; "the store of things learned and retained from an organism's activity or experience as evidenced by modification of structure or behavior or by recall and recognition." But what a horrible way to think of memories. Such a mechanical way of arranging the words almost makes you think of memories or remembering something as a process a machine would go through; like printing a piece of paper or toasting a piece of bread.

Because memories are so much more then that; they are the fine pieces of our core that make us who we are. People say that it is our beliefs systems, our environments, the nature of our very brains, even. But those people are lying. How do you really ever come up with a belief system? Are you born with one? No. Your beliefs are a logical conclusion that you have made after exploring the world around you. It's your memories that make your beliefs. It's your memories of your past environments that stick with you. And it's in your brain that all your memories are storied. Therefore it is your memories that make you who you are.

In a way, memories are no less essential to life then food or water. If we couldn't remember the good times then how would we work through the bad ones? If we can't remember back to your childhood plans for a perfect life, and try your best to work for that, then what's even the point of living? It's our memories that keep our loved ones with us even when their gone, it's our memories that through rough times keep us pushing on, it's our memories that mark perfect blue days, and our memories that establish our individual ways.

Not all memories, however, are good ones. It's our memories that sneak into our nightmares and day terrors. It's our memories that plague us in the dark and our memories that keep us from living a life up in the clouds; unchained from the pure gravity of flashbacks and remembrances from our past.

Bad memories have a nasty way of turning up at the most unpleasant times. Memories that we have locked away in the back of our minds can suddenly resurface, and memories that others have hidden from us always have a way of showing themselves.

Even the most modern of science technology cannot lock all memories away from us. And if they do mange that, they can never permanently leave our lives. Because memories are a part of our very beings; and not like a kidney or a hair that can be removed; but like a soul, that can never be taken away.

And Douglas Davenport knew that. He knew that his blocks on his children's past would not last forever. He knew that someday they would get those memories back. And he knew he was the advocator of that. When he broke down his brother's firewall. On their chips.

Yes, he knew what he had done and he knew it was going to be a horrible and painful experience for them. He might not have realized the extend of his damage right away. In the heat of the moment to prove what a great hacker he was, he had just gone too fast. He had just been a little off. Missed his mark by the tiniest bit. And threw their lives off their relatively happy track forever.

While hacking past the blockade that his annoying brother had put up to block their triton apps, Douglas had accidentally hacked past one of his own blocks that he had put on their chips years ago. He hadn't realized it until later, but by then it was to late. He knew that the moment he pushed that button to control their triton apps, they would gain full access to the frontal lobes of their cerebral cortex. And all their memories would come flowing back. He knew it would be horrible for them, but had been to close to stop. So close.

But he had never actually gotten to activate their triton apps-his brother and smashed his remote before he could get the chance. But he knew the moment that Donnie had landed with all his weight on the button that the damage had been done. Douglas might have been second thoughts about pushing the button. no one deserved that kind of pain, the pain of suddenly knowing about a horrible past, and these were his kids for goodness' sake! Maybe that was why he stalled so long. Why he bragged about himself instead of activating their apps right away. Because he really didn't want to. But he could never admit that.

And the damage had already been done.

Done so quickly.

Without warning.

By his brother.

As Douglas was on the run from the Davenport family and from the authorities, he wished each and every night to know how his kids were.

Just see them.

One

Last

Time.

Before those funny little things called memories destroyed them emotionally forever.

So, what did you think about the prologue? Did you like it? Hate it? Tell me in the reviews! Did I lose you a bit in all the sciencey talk? I was reading all these articles online to figure out what part of the brain our long-term memories are stored, and they sure lost me! I really like science, so I'll probably have a lot references in my stories, but I really do better when it is all explained to me in basic form. The articles online seemed to be written for collage students! There were a lot of words! Like-a lot! And in tiny print, too! I think I sound a lot like Adam right now. So, I'm sorry if I got that front-lobe thing wrong, I was pretty sure that's what the articles were trying to say, but I'm also somewhat convinced a lot of it was written in a foreign langue. :)

I'm going to update the next chapter either tomorrow or Monday. So farewell until then, comrades!

PS- thanks to everyone who pointed out the issue on my story with coding earlier! I have no idea how that happened!