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Did you guys miss me? I am so sorry it has taken me so, so, so, long to update this story. I have been so busy in the last year (it's seriously been a year since I updated? Oh my word). I was having some computer problems, then I was busy at work, then I was looking for a new job, writing different stories, getting into different fandoms, getting a new job. But I'm back now! However, there will be only one more chapter after this one, then, I'm declaring this story done. But on the other hand, I am going to finally to start working on the sequel to my Lab Rats Elite Force story, Mission of Vindicta. Hoping to start posting after Christmas, but no promises. Thank you to everyone for your reviews, and I hope you like this chapter, which takes place after Bionic Showdown, which was requested by a guest. Again, sorry it took me so long to get to it!

Enjoy!

Despite the late hour, Donald Davenport sat at his work table in the lab. It wasn't at all an uncommon thing. There had been several times over the years where he worked late, sometimes through the entire night. Everyone who knew him knew this knew it was a fact. But it was always because he was working on one of his inventions. Why else would he be up so late if he wasn't working? That hardly ever happened.

It was happening right now though. Donald was sitting at the table, his tools spread out in front of him, but he wasn't working. He didn't even had a project to work on, not even an idea to try out. The adult wasn't even trying to come up with something to work on, not that he could if he did try. All of his thoughts were on the events that happened earlier that day, specifically on Douglas and the kids.

When he first found Adam, Bree, and Chase, and had taken them home with him, he knew that when he officially decided to keep them, that eventually he was going to have to tell them about Douglas. It was why he made sure that they called him 'Mr. Davenport'. He wasn't their real father after all, despite how much he soon found himself wanting to be. Then, Douglas was dead. Or at least, he thought he was dead. He thought the kids would be safe.

But today, today he learned he was wrong. Douglas was still alive, and he was after his kids. After believing that his younger brother was dead for so long, he had relaxed, somewhat. He was still worried about the threats that the world could pose to his kids, but as long as no one learned about their bionics, they would be safe from them. Douglas was a different kind of threat, and it wasn't just the threat he posed that Donald worried about.

The minute he realized that he had been kidnapped by Douglas, he feared what would happen when Adam, Bree, and Chase came to save him. He knew they would come because he knew that they were what his younger brother was after. It had been so long since he thought about what their reactions would be when they learned the truth, but now he was going to find out. And their reaction completely surprised him. They weren't upset with him, they didn't want to leave and go with Douglas, their real father, they stayed with him.

"What are you doing?" Donald almost fell off his chair in surprise at the voice suddenly breaking the silence. Looking over to his right, he saw Chase standing half-way out of his capsule, staring at him.

"Working." Donald answered as he relaxed and sat up straight again, giving the youngest bionic a convincing smile. Well, he hoped it was it was convincing.

"You've been staring at the screwdriver for the past ten minutes." Chase told him, gesturing to the tool on the table.

Donald looked down at his tools, only now realizing that he must have just been looking at them while he was lost in thought. Not really wanting to talk about what he had been thinking about, Donald grabbed the screwdriver and said, "I'm, thinking of a way to make it bionic. Like how the Doctor in Doctor Who has a sonic screwdriver, but one made to do even more than his does for you guys to use on missions, hence why it's going to be called, 'the bionic screwdriver'."

"Nice try Mr. Davenport." Chase commented with a slight smirk as he fully exited his capsule and walked over to him.

Donald sighed, knowing that Chase wasn't going to be so easily dissuaded from finding out what was wrong with the inventor. As he put the screwdriver down, he said, "It would really be cool though."

"Yeah." Chase couldn't help but agree. Once he reached the table, he sat down on the chair across from Mr. Davenport and asked, "What's going on?"

"I've just been thinking." Donald replied, looking down at his work tools once again.

"About Douglas?" Chase quickly concluded, remembering all too clearly what happened earlier that day.

"Yeah." The adult confirmed.

The teenager stayed quiet for a minute, waiting for Mr. Davenport to continue, but when he didn't he asked, "What happened between you two?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. I think that when our business took off and we started making money, he got greedy and wanted to make more. Fastest way to do that, is to find who's willing to pay the most, obviously, but he soon found that there were people out in the world willing to pay a lot, and they didn't have the best intentions with our inventions. And so, he started working on his own, and started making his own money." Donald explained, trying to understand himself what happened to his younger brother to make him a criminal.

"That's why he created us?" Chase questioned, wanting to get as much information he could about what happened. While he was the smartest person alive due to his bionic chip, human behaviour was, at times, extremely difficult to understand and predict.

"Yeah. We had started the project together, but we stopped when a different invention took off. I had no idea he had gone back to it without me. We had planned on putting them into robots, that we were going to create of course. We thought they would help out with the military. Being able to send robots out to fight our wars so no human was ever injured. But, we were decades away from being able to create anything like that." Donald added, finally looking up at Chase for a few seconds before lowering his gaze once again.

"Guess he fixed that problem, somewhat." Chase remarked, thinking about Marcus and how Douglas told them he wasn't going to live much longer, before he was destroyed when the place collapsed.

"Let's hope he doesn't completely get something like working." Donald said, suddenly scared of what Douglas could do if he actually did manage to make an army of androids with bionic abilities.

"Yeah." Chase responded, eyes widening with fear at the thought. It was then another thought occurred to him, causing him to look back at the man who raised him and his siblings.

"Is that why you took us? So he wouldn't give any, criminals, weapons, like us?" Chase questioned.

"Yeah, kind of." Donald slowly answered as he turned his eyes back to the teenager, "But it was more than that."

"When I found you three, you were just a toddler, all three of you practically were. I knew immediately you guys weren't androids or robots or anything like that. The fact that he was going to raise you guys to become nothing more than weapons when you were real, human, children. It disgusted me. It still does, even more now actually because," Donald immediately stopped, not sure if he should finish that sentence.

"Because you're our father." Chase finished for him, knowing exactly what the man he considered his father was going to say. Donald nodded, but didn't say anything else.

"Is that why you've hardly ever told people that you're our Dad? And why you told us to call you Mr. Davenport? Because Douglas was, technically our father?" Chase wondered, though from the expression on the adult's face told him that he was right.

"A bit. And if you guys ever learned the truth, and wanted to go back to him, or if you guys were mad at me for not telling you the truth and left, I didn't want to get too attached. Don't think it worked that well." Donald explained, now feeling a bit guilty for trying to keep a distance from the kids he cared so much about. After a moment, Chase stood up off his chair and walked around the table to the inventor's side.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. Because we're not going anywhere." Chase told him, putting his hand on Mr. Davenport's shoulder, "We're staying right here with our Dad."

"I'm glad." Donald said with a smile, then put his arm around Chase's waist and pulled him into a hug which the teenage returned. After a minute, Donald pulled out of the embrace and said, "You should get some sleep. You still have school tomorrow."

"Good night." Chase wished him before he turned around and walked back to his capsule.

"Night." Donald replied, watching his youngest son get into the capsule.

For the few minutes, Donald just stared at the kids, his kids. Despite his attempts at staying unattached, despite the enemies they had all made, despite them knowing the truth that he didn't create them, there was no doubt that no matter what, he was their father. And Donald found that he had no problem with that at all

He then finally stood up and walked towards the door to head upstairs. Before he left the room though, he turned back to face his sleeping children and whispered, "Good night kids. I love you."

With that, he turned off all the lights and headed upstairs to get some sleep.

AN – I know it's a little short, but I hope you guy liked this chapter! Don't know when the next chapter, the final chapter, will be up. Hopefully, soon. See you all then!