Hello again everyone! I'm feeling generous today, so I decided to update with Chapter 6! Oh, and good news: I think I'm getting over my writer's block! Yay! I'm afraid I'm still not super-proud of this chapter. It's more of a filler than anything. BUT I think I might've made up for it with the flashback. But I need YOU GUYS to read it, and let me know what you think! On with Chapter 6!

Okay, so I do NOT own Lab Rats. I do, however, own: Villain's Inn, King Kayoke, Laytuk Isle, Bartholomew Thatcher, Thatcher & Quimby Circus, the snarky receptionist, and the poor guard that gets shoved into a closet.

* * * Chapter 6: Files * * *

"So what do we do now?" Donald asked. Chase froze.

"I . . . I actually haven't thought about that," Chase admitted sheepishly. "I never thought I would get this far."

Donald raised an eyebrow. "So you have no idea where to go now?" he asked.

"Well, I know I want to find Adam and Bree."

"But you don't know where they are?"

Chase gulped as he realized how much of this plan he hadn't thought through. "No," he confessed. "But . . . but I think I know where to start."

"Where?"

"The hotel."

"What?"

"The hotel." Chase explained, "When I was eight, we went to a hotel. That was where the auction was. The auction where Adam and Bree were sold. I'm pretty sure there's some 'bad guy convention' there every year. They probably have records of the previous auctions."

"That . . . could work," Donald said slowly. "Where is this 'hotel'?"

"I, um, I don't know," Chase replied quietly.

"Of course," Donald muttered.

"No, but I can find out!" Chase exclaimed. He began to search through his memory bank for the hotel's GSP location. His eyes flicked left and right, observing files only he could see.

"Got it!" Chase said triumphantly. "It's off the coast of Northern California, near San Francisco."

"And where are we now?" Donald asked. Chase activated his GPS signal to find out.

"Washington State," he said.

"Alright. Why don't you just zoom us on down to California with your super-speed then," Donald suggested.

"S-super-speed?" Chase repeated.

"Yeah," Donald said. "Is that a problem?"

"Uh, well, it's just that . . . my super-speed is really, um, tiring. I'm not sure if I could make it all the way to California. And if I was carrying you . . ." Chase trailed off. To his relief, Donald seemed to understand.

"Okay," his uncle said. "Well, Douglas has to have some kind of transport around here somewhere."

Chase began to scan the area. The clearing they were in wasn't very large, and all around them were tall trees. Perhaps Douglas had hidden something nearby. Chase noticed something on his scanners and gave a small grin.

"This way," he ordered his uncle. The two of them went crashing through the underbrush, Donald yelping every now and then when he got whacked by a tree branch. Chase shook his head and chuckled at how delicate his uncle could be.

After running for a few hundred yards, the two of them came upon another, much larger clearing. In the middle was a large barn-like structure. They went around the building to see a landing-pad with a helicopter on it.

"I think this will suit our needs just fine," Chase said with a chuckle.

"I'm sure!" Donald was chuckling too. "Think we can get it flying?"

Chase opened the door and started to climb in. "I am a super-genius," he said. "It can't be that hard!"

"Whoa, whoa!" Donald called, yanking Chase off the helicopter. "I'm a genius too! And I'm an adult. I'm flying."

Chase opened his mouth to retort, but then decided against it. "Fine," he consented. "But if you have any trouble, I'm taking over."

"Deal," Donald said, climbing into the pilot's seat. Chase went around and hopped in the copilot's seat.

While his uncle figured out how to get the helicopter in the air, Chase inputted the coordinates into the navigation system. As they took off, Chase gave a small grin. He was finally going to find his siblings!

"Well, they certainly weren't trying to be subtle," Donald observed. Chase nodded in agreement.

The hotel looming before them looked like it came straight from a horror movie. It was in the middle of nowhere. If Chase hadn't found the GPS location, they probably never would have been able to find it. But "Villains' Inn" was a good indicator that they were in the right place. Chase looked up at it, flashbacks playing themselves over and over in his mind. He and his uncle entered.

"Can I help you?" the woman at the receptionist desk said.

"Um, yeah," Donald said. "I'm Donald Davenport, Douglas Davenport's brother." Donald shuffled uncomfortably while Chase hung back awkwardly. Fifteen years in an underground dungeon doesn't do anything to help boost a person's social skills. Both of them were uneasy about interacting with people.

"And what's it to me?" the lady asked snarkily.

"I was wondering if you have any information about the auctions at the conventions you hold here."

"Sure. This year we got the top scientists from all over the . . ."

"No, I mean, do you have records of previous auctions? From, say, seven years ago?"

"Sure. We keep the files in the security office in the back. But you can't see 'em."

"But we need to . . ."

"I said you can't see them!" the lady practically shouted. "Now get out before I call security!"

Donald looked ready to punch her, but Chase quickly grabbed him. "Come on, Donald," he muttered, pulling him outside.

"What was that for? Donald hissed once they were out of earshot.

"Look, why don't you go get back in the helicopter," Chase suggested. "I'll just sneak in and get the files."

"Oh, alright!" Donald consented. "You are bionic after all." He headed back to parking lot, where there had been a landing pad for the helicopter. Chase wondered exactly how many multi-millionaire evil scientists had helicopters.

Chase peeked around the corner. The receptionist was now on the phone. Being as quiet as he could, he snuck past her. He moved quickly and quietly down the halls. A small, ironic smile passed over Chase's face when he realized how similar this was to Douglas's training simulations.

Left, right, left right. There was a guard at the door to the security office. Being as quiet as he could, Chase took him out. He shoved the man's unconscious body in the closet. "Sorry buddy," he whispered, "but I really have to find my siblings."

Chase opened the door to the security office and peeked in. To his relief there was no one inside. He did a quick search of the room and found boxes labeled "auction files." Bingo.

The bionic teen found the box with the files from seven years ago. He dug through it fervently until he found a file labeled "Davenport, Douglas." He fingered through it and found exactly what he was looking for.

Bionic human. Owner: Douglas Davenport. Sold to: King Kayoke. Price: $32 million. Information: Subject B of Davenport's bionic trio, also known as Bree. Has super-speed and super-agility. King Kayoke took her to live with him on his South Pacific island, Laytuk Isle

Bionic human. Owner: Douglas Davenport. Sold to: Bartholomew Thatcher. Price: $36 million. Information: Subject A of Davenport's bionic trio, also known as Adam. Has super-strength and laser vision. Bartholomew Thatcher bought him for use in his circus, Thatcher & Quimby Circus.

Chase sighed. So his brother was in a circus and his sister lived on some remote island. Great. Just great.

"Um," Chase said, shuffling his feet and gulping. He wasn't really sure what to say. Apparently his siblings felt the same way. Even Adam was quiet.

"I guess we should say goodbye," Bree said quietly. Chase nodded. "Then I'll start," the eight year old girl continued. She turned to her older brother. "Adam, even though you're not always the brightest, and you can be a real pain sometimes, I love you. You've always protected me and cared and you're always so sweet and nice no matter what.

"And Chase, even though you can be a real know-it-all, you're a great brother. You're arrogant, but you were never truly a jerk. And you were always there for me when I needed it. I will really miss you both."

"Thanks Bree," Chase murmured.

"Ooh, ooh, can I go next?" Adam asked, hopping up and down and raising his hand. Bree and Chase rolled their eyes.

"Sure, Adam," Chase said.

"Okay! Um, what are we doing again?" the nine year old asked.

"We're saying goodbye," Bree explained. "Since we probably won't see each other again. So you say nice things and then say goodbye."

"Oh, gotcha!" Adam exclaimed. "Okay then. Bree, you're a really sweet sister. You always know how to make me laugh. And Chase, you are a fun little brother. Thanks for letting me toss you around so much."

"Don't mention it," Chase muttered through gritted teeth.

"Okay, well, goodbye then," Adam finished. "So now it's your turn, Chase."

Chase took a deep breath. What should he say? These would be the last words he would ever speak to his siblings. He wanted them to be memorable. "I-I . . ." he stammered. He swallowed and continued, "Adam, I still love you, even if you always toss me around and tease me. You know when it's time to stop. And your happy-go-lucky outlook on life is really inspiring. I'm not sure how I'll hold together without you.

"Bree, you're the best sister a guy could ever ask for. Like Adam said, you know how to make someone laugh. You're snippy and sarcastic and always have the perfect comeback. You let us pull pranks on you and even when you get mad you still care a lot for us.

"I really love you both. It will be so hard to live without you guys. I'm not sure how I'll deal with it. You are the best siblings ever. I'll miss you guys so much. I love you."

Chase's siblings stared at him blankly. "Leave it to the super-genius to give a big 'formal speech,'" Bree whispered to Adam. The older boy snickered. Chase rolled his eyes and sighed, but he was smiling.

"Alright kids," Douglas announced. The three bionics jumped. They hadn't heard the door open. "It's time to go."

Adam, Bree, and Chase pulled in for one last hug. Chase felt a tear roll down his cheek. He would never see them again.

"Try to grow at least a little bit, Chase," Adam said. Chase rolled his eyes again. Even in a situation like this, Adam could still find time to make short jokes.

"Yeah, yeah, that's enough," Douglas said, pulling them apart. The three kids held on for as long as they could before Douglas dragged Adam and Bree out the door.

Right before Douglas yanked them away, out of his life forever, Chase felt something being put into his hand. "Don't ever forget me," Bree whispered to him. Chase nodded, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

"You stay in here, Chase," Douglas said before slamming the door shut. Chase glanced down at the object in his hand. Bree's favorite pink hair band. Chase couldn't believe she would actually part with it. That hair band was her treasure.

Chase plopped into a corner of the hotel room and curled up into a ball. He wrapped his arms around his legs and put his head on his knees. Chase finally gave in, letting the tears flow free.

So . . . how was it? Like I said, I'm not too sure about the main story, but I like the flashback. Fun fact: this is the first time Adam and Bree speak the whole story. I didn't want them to actually talk until they came into the main story. (Ooh, does that mean something for chapter 7? I guess you'll have to keep reading and find out!)

Here's how this is going to go: I will upload Chapter 7 once I hit 85 reviews. That's only thirteen away. I know you guys can do it! So hit those keys and type something, anything! See you soon!

(Oh, and Vampire Girl: thanks for the compliment on my name! :D)