Author's Note: Well, and I have moved, so I'm more free. And thanks guys so much for the support. I am legitimately considering killing off a character...and of course, I am very, very, very evil to all. A DAVENPORT IS THE MAIN ANTAGONIST...but which one? SHOUT OUT TO SLURP AND DAPHROSE AND DREAMER4EVERA!

IMPORTANT REALLY IMPORTANT! KickandBelli and I have accepte a challenge, which I am prepping for, as well as finals. So be patient,

FOR NO GRAMMAR CONFUSION, Remember when Chase spun his own memories for Adam? Yes, that is referred to with 'his' by Adam.

Chase Davenport was sitting across the table from one of the few people in the world who could actually recognize him, or even knew him at all. They'd decided on weekend visits only, but they made Chase feel like a divorced parent with visitation rights on his kids. But, since most of the rest of his family didn't and couldn't know he existed, and due to his job's sporadic attendance requirements, the weekends were the only time they could meet up, and Chase relished every minute with his brother. His job had put him in enough difficult positions to realize just how blessed a gift every minute with your loved ones was. Chase wasn't an ordinary teen, who had a job at McDonalds or some other fast-food joint, his job was to save the world with the aid of his bionics. His brother had offered many times to join him in his career, but Chase declined every time. Adam seemed to be getting sucked into the not-so-normal-actually-quite-deadly life fairly frequently recently, but Chase wanted to give Adam some more time in the real world before fully inducting him into his life, if that happened.

"Chase, what time is it?" Adam asked, knowing his brother would have the answer, like he always did with almost every question. Chase tuned into his internal clock, and swiftly replied,

"4:30. Why? Got homework? A date?" Chase could've simply read his mind and gotten the answers, but it was much more fun and normal to ask questions vocally. Adam shook his head.

"Nah, Dad just said to be home by 5:30." Adam put his hands in his pockets. Chase snorted.

"Is he scared you'll get mugged? I think he should know by now that muggers are hardly a threat to us." Chase wasn't being serious, a rare occurrence, but the last sentence was 100% honest. As normal as they looked, they'd gone toe-to-tow with some of humanity's worst. And won.

"I think he's afraid we'll waste one of our nine lives," Adam joked, something he was much better at than Chase, and more experienced with. The nine lives joke was referring to their many near-death experiences. Chase laughed at that, an action also being seen more frequently since their weekend meet ups.

"I think I have six lives left. Possibly five." Chase answered, going along with the joke. Adam rolled his eyes, wondering when his brother had developed a good sense of humor. Comes from hanging around me, I suppose.

"When you don't know something, that's when I worry." Adam answered. But I worry about you daily.

'Aww...you're too kind. Seriously.'

GET OUT OF MY HEAD CHASE! Much as Adam loved his little brother, Chase could be infuriating. Especially with his telepathy. But it was useful for long-distance contact and answers in a snap.

"Jeez, no need to be so loud." Chase responded, vocally. Adam punched his brother, with half of his super-strength behind it. Chase barely flinched, and looked up at Adam.

"I guess I forgot to mention I'm a little stronger than you, and faster than Bree?" Chase grinned wickedly, and Adam knew that it had been planned.

"You never forget anything, Chase, ever." Adam replied, and Chase shrugged.

"You're right. I also speak every language fluently."

"I kind of want super-smarts now." Adam stated honestly. Chase stared at him, a little surprised.

"I never thought you'd say that. You and Bree always acted like I got the worst bionics, and was nothing without you." Chase smiled wider though. "You changed in a better way, though. I'm happy about that."

"I am, too." Adam answered quietly. He knew from 'his' memories that he'd treated Chase somewhat badly. Now...he felt reborn. Emerged with an epilofanee.

"Epiphany, Adam," Chase corrected. Adam groaned. "I really hate having a brother smarter than me sometimes."

"Younger than you, too,"

"I swear I will punch-" Adam's pocket began to buzz. He slipped his phone out, and before he could check it-

"It's Mr. Davenport," Chase stated swiftly. Adam gave him a confused look, and clicked his phone on. Right before he hit the green phone icon to accept the call, Chase spoke again, but a different message. "The call just ended. Mr. Davenport never drops a call. Let me check in on them." Sure enough, the call ended and Chase's eyes went unfocused, and Adam knew he was checking their house for people. Chase blinked, his eyes alarmed. "No one is home. It doesn't even looked ransacked. We need to stake the place out, now." Chase stood up hurriedly, threw a five on the table, and dragged Adam along behind him. Adam was still a little shocked.

"Wait, no Dad? Tasha? Leo or Bree? Douglas?" Adam knew the truth, but in 'his' and his own memories, Donald was more of a father. But he still cared about Douglas, and he had grown closer to him due to his more frequent visitations, albeit under the guise of an employee of Donald.

"No one, Adam, no one. They're just...gone. I can't find them anywhere in the city, either." Chase sounded slightly worried, but other than that, his emotions and voice were tight. This was more his area.

"Think they're okay? Another Krane?" Adam remembered their last disastrous encounters with rich, smart guys, including Douglas at a point. He was not anxious to repeat them. Thankfully, Chase shook his head instead of nodding.

"No. This seems more like a...gang, or criminal organization. It was very professional, and if it were mercenaries for a rich guy, they probably would've stolen something or left a trace. Eddie's been disabled, I had to restart him."

"Your bionic chip can start him up? If you can control him, we're doomed-" Adam tried to ease up the mood, to calm himself and keep the terrifying possibilities at bay. Chase shook his head.

"No, but technopathy is a form of telepathy. I unlocked that a while back. Didn't think I needed to tell you." Chase was impatient, to the point where he just grabbed Adam's hand, and super-sped them to their driveway. Adam fought the urge to throw up, and Bree's speed had never done that.

"How fast was that?"

"650. Now be quiet, and I'm gonna scan the house." Chase scanned it with his bionic vision, and revealed nothing but an angry Eddie. "Nothing. Not one break...no foreign objects that weren't there previously, and all Eddie's footage got erased." Chase reported, sounding like a soldier. The monotone of his voice stirred something in Adam.

"Chase, we have nothing, and they have our family!" Adam shouted. Chase's eyes took on a glint, as if this were a game he suddenly saw a way tom win through.

"They don't have us, or bionics, and we will raise Hell to get our family back."

Author's Note: I give you an excuse to hate Bree later on. And I bring back someone I hate...if you know PM me, and you'll get a shoutout next chapter!