Hey everybody! This is my newest story, and does NOT pick up off What You Did, although I may write a separate sequel for that story. Any questions pertaining to that can just be pmed to me. Thanks.

So, clean slate.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats, or the reference to Emma.

"Chase, you are just to funny," Adam laughed.

"I wasn't trying to be," Chase huffed.

Bree Davenport walked into the living room to see her two brothers sitting on the couch, arguing.

"What is going on?" Bree asked, plopping down in the chair next to them.

"Chasey here thinks that he has a chance to become president," Adam replied.

"Well, I can at least run," Chase countered. "Once I am 35,"

"Why wait that long? You won't grow much in that amount of time anyway," Adam snickered.

"No Adam," Chase sighed. "I need to wait to be 35 because that is a requirement to run,"

"That and being born in the U.S. How do we know that you weren't born on Mars," Adam pointed out.

Chase rolled his eyes. "Adam, I was not born on Mars,"

"He does have a point though," Bree said. "Where were we born?"

"That is a very good question," Chase agreed.

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Douglas Davenport stayed completely quiet and nearly completely still. He used only the slightest movements with his hand to work on this latest invention.

"Hey Douglas," Adam said rather loudly from right behind him.

Douglas jumped up, reaching out to catch his invention from falling.

"Adam, what was that for?" Douglas huffed.

"I just came to see how my favorite biological father/ adopted uncle was doing," Adam said casually. "I wanted to see if you needed any help, oh I don't now, working on your invention, creating a dinosaur, or maybe sort through older top secret documents,"

Chase walked over to Douglas' other side and rolled his eyes. "Yeah real smooth Adam,"

Douglas raised an eyebrow. "What are you two up to?"

"We just wanted to see if we could take a look at our birth certificates," Chase murmured. "We do have them, right?"

"Well, yes, kind of, but, just forget about it," Douglas stumbled. "It doesn't matter anyways,"

"It matters to us," Chase replied. "If we have them, then why can't we see them,"

"Because... I forgot which safe their in," Douglas saved.

"We can help you look," Adam offered.

"As generous as that is Adam, I will have to take a rain check, I am really busy working right now," Douglas said.

"What are you working that takes up so much time?" Chase asked.

"None of your concern. Don't you have mentor duties to be doing?" Douglas huffed.

"Uh, Douglas," Donald interrupted, bursting into the room.

"What's up?" Douglas asked.

"The president is on the line. For some reason he wants to talk to you," Donald informed him.

"Okay, sure. What ever he wants," Douglas sighed, curious as to why he was suddenly important enough.

Douglas and Donald walked into the next room, where the president was already up on video chat.

"Mr. President, how can I help you?" Douglas asked.

"It has recently been brought to my attention that you were the one who implanted Adam, Bree and Chase with bionics. Is that correct?" Craig asked.

"Yes sir. It is," Douglas replied calmly.

"And that at that time who were planning to use their abilities to commit crimes?"

"Well, yes," Douglas shrugged.

"Mr. President-" Donald was cut off.

"Are you aware that you broke international and federal laws against human experimentation, changing inherited genetic material, and child endangerment? Along with crossing countless moral and ethical line?" Craig questioned.

"Technically," Douglas started.

"Mr. President. My brother was a different person back then. Since then he has done so much-"

"I know Mr. Davenport. Don't worry, Douglas is not in any sort of trouble. I can issue a presidential pardon if necessary," Craig replied.

"Then what is this call really about?" Donald asked.

"It has been brought to my concern that if anyone were to have a hold of any of the research or technology regarding bionics, we could have another Krane on out hands. So I need to know Douglas," Craig said, "Were you working with anyone else,"

Douglas looked dead into the screen. "No sir. No one else helped me in creating Adam, Bree and Chase,"

At that moment the academy's alarms went haywire.

"Davenport, what is going on?" Craig asked.

"I don't know," Donald replied, running to a cyber desk.

"Don't worry!" Leo cried running into the room with Chase and Adam on his tail.

"Leo, what did you do?" Donald sighed.

"I was just video chatting with Janelle and I must have accidently set off Douglas' lie detector voice app," Leo sighed.

"You lied to Janelle?" Chase asked.

Leo gasped. "Of course not! It must have been some one on another line," he insisted.

Everyone turned to Douglas.

"What? Just because I am the only one here who has been charged with kidnapping, attemptive murder and violating food cart zoning, you automatically assume it was me?" Douglas huffed.

"Mr. President, don't worry. I will personally help Douglas go through our old records to see if there is a possibility that anyone could have had such access," Donald promised.

"I trust you Davenport. Contact me as soon as you find anything," Craig replied before signing off.

Adam broke the silence. "Does this mean we have three fathers?"

"No! It just means I need to go check our phone system," Douglas said, turning to leave the room.

"Not so fast," Donald huffed. "What aren't you telling us?"

Douglas shrugged and looked away.

"Douglas, are you trying to protect someone?" Donald asked.

"No, just, trust me Donnie. Search through what ever you have to to ease your mind. There wouldn't be anyone from our past who would pull what Krane did- or even have the opportunity to do so. I swear," Douglas promised.

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While Donald may have been sufficed with this, Chase was still suspicious. A couple hours later, Chase was casually 'hanging around' the weapons vault. He knew this is where Douglas would shadily hang out when he had nothing better to do.

Chase stopped in front of the door to the vault, which was slightly cracked open.

"Now isn't a good time," he heard a voice coming from inside the room.

"I know, I know. I have spent the past several months pressuring you to come," he now recognized the voice as Douglas'.

"Right now we need to be careful. Play it safe for a while. We can't risk you getting in trouble. You will get the chance to meet the kids eventually," Douglas said. "I have to go. Donnie keeps trying to text me. I'll call you later,"

"I love you too,"

When Chase heard that the call was ending, he took off, not wanting to get caught without an explanation for snooping.

Who was Douglas talking to? What would they be in trouble for? How were they involved in any of this?

Chase sighed. If he was going to do this, he would likely need some back up. Someone no one would suspect. Someone who would be relatively easy to convince to do most things. Someone like...

"Adam!" Chase called after his brother.

"What's up Chase?" Adam asked.

"I need your help," Chase said.

Adam raised an eyebrow. "Chase, I can't make you any taller. If you want, I will try to help by stretching you more, but I am not sure if that will work,"

Chase rolled his eyes. "That is not what I need help with. I need you to distract Douglas for me for a little while,"

"Okay," Adam shrugged.

"Don't you want to know why?" Chase asked.

Adam laughed. "Not really. I was going to go annoy Bree anyway. Now I can cycle around a little bit more and go annoy Douglas,"

"What about me?" Bree asked as she walked up from behind Adam.

"Bree, can you help Adam go distract Douglas? I think he is hiding something from Mr. Davenport about or creation. I am worried about sending Adam alone. Please?" Chase practically begged.

"Fine," Bree sighed.

"Thanks, now go," Chase shooed.

The two jogged off until they came up behind Douglas. "Hey! Wait up," Adam called after him.

Douglas turned around. "What is it? I have a really important conference call in a few minutes,"

"This is important!" Adam declared. "I need your opinion on my new winter wardrobe,"

Douglas looked at him. "Adam, you do realize that it is July and that you already have a uniform?"

"Douglas-"

"I have to go," Douglas insisted, turning around.

Bree super sped in front of him. "Douglas, this is really important! I need to know how old I have to be to get married,"

"Why do you want to know that?" Douglas asked slowly.

"Because I meet this really cute guy but I can't visit him in prison unless I am his wife,"

Douglas' face was priceless. "WHAT?! That is out of the question!" he exclaimed, grabbing Bree's arm.

"Where are we going?" She asked as Douglas dragged her down the hallway.

"To see Donnie. I am going to need some back up," Douglas muttered.

"What's the big deal? You are my creator/father, so you can just sign off. We don't need Mr. Davenport," Bree smiled cluelessly.

Adam was amazed by his sister's skills. "I'll get the ring bear then!"

"No!" Douglas shouted. "No one is getting married. No one is getting a bear! DONNIE!"

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Meanwhile, Chase had snuck off to Douglas' room. He walked over to the desk. Chase saw Douglas' cell phone and picked it up.

"Accepted a call half an hour ago from someone who's contact name is T. Who is T?" Chase wondered aloud in a whisper.

Chase looked up as he saw that the open laptop was going off.

Incoming Video Chat: T

"This might be my only chance," Chase muttered. He took a deep breath and pushed the accept call button.

The face that popped onto the screen was of a young women with long brown hair and pale blue eyes. "Douglas, is that you? You are coming in a little fuzzy," she said.

"Actually, no. Can I take a message? Are you T?" Chase asked.

"Wait, who is this?" T asked.

"I'm Chase Davenport," he replied. "Who is this?"

"I'm.. a friend. A good friend. It is very nice to hear you Chase, even though I won't see you for a few days," she laughed. "How are you?" she asked, eagerness dripping from her voice.

Chase was a little concerned. "Oh, I'm fine. What do you mean a few days?"

"Oh, yes. Uh, don't worry. Douglas and I can explain everything when I get there," T replied. "Goodbye Chase. I will see you soon,"

Call Ended.

"I'll see you then, T," Chase muttered.

Thanks for reading chapter 1, chapter 2 will be her hopefully before you know. Please review and tell me what you think!