A/N: Hey everyone! Just wanted to say thank you so much for all your support. Reviews mean a lot to me, so thank you for reading. If there are any flashbacks from Bree's nine months under Krane's control (whether of her or of her family) that you wanna see, let me know and I'll see if I can include it. I ran out of ideas for flashbacks! Hope you enjoy this chapter.

"S-1 says you hesitated when confronting the Dooley boy." Krane's angry, the mechanics in his jaw twitching. "You're supposed to be a leader, S-B. A warrior."

Her face is blank, her mind is blank. "I don't know what happened, Mr. Krane," she says, and she's telling the truth. She doesn't know what happened. "Douglas Davenport was there. Maybe he messed with my bionics."

Krane scowls. "You shouldn't be susceptible to your father's influence."

"He's not my father." She says it suddenly, without thinking. A knee-jerk reaction. "Donald Davenport is my father."

That makes Krane livid. Her head fizzles with electricity; he's cranking up the intensity of her bionics, her aggression. "False," he tells her. "You have no family, S-B. You have no father."

Tasha shows up again after the nurses have stabilized Donald, but Bree's still crouched in the corner. "What happened?" she asks, looking back and forth from Bree to the man in the bed.

"He was… talking a little," Bree chokes out, a faraway look in her eyes. "I'm gonna go. I'm… I'm gonna go home. See how things are… I'm gonna go."

"Okay," Tasha says apprehensively, watching her zoom out of the room. In her wake, the hospital bedsheets flutter just slightly.

Back at the house, activity's starting to wind down. Adam's apparently been teaching the kids about all the important aspects of non-soldier, non-bionic life, like popcorn and video games and annoying Chase.

"Hi, Bree," her big brother says to her when she walks in the front door. All the kids echo him back to her, "Hi, Bree!"

"Hey," she says, distracted. "Douglas around?"

"Lab," Adam tells her, turning his attention and his laser vision to the task of popping more bags of popcorn for their multitudinous guests. Bree makes a beeline for the elevator and heads down to the basement, where she finds Chase and Douglas hiding out.

"Hey," Chase says. "Have the bionic kids magically vanished? Have our lives gone back to normal yet?"

"No such luck," Bree says, sliding into a stool across from her brother and her uncle-father. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"I think I know what it is," Chase says with a small smile. "And you don't need to worry, I kept up with all your homework while you were away. You're making better grades than ever before."

Oh, jeez. She hasn't even thought about school. "Great," she says. "But, uh, actually I wanted to ask Douglas something."

"Oh," Chase says, looking mildly affronted. "Alright then." He refocuses on whatever gadget he's fidgeting with.

"What can I help you with?" Douglas says, with all the obsequiousness of someone who knows he's being judged hard for years of parental neglect and attempting to obliterate and/or mind control his family.

"It's my chip," she says, trying to put on a brave face. She's still rattled from what happened at the hospital. "I need you to check it out, make sure there's no viruses or Triton Apps or whatnot that might make me go all… Bad Bree again."

"Fun fact, brie actually doesn't go bad, it just over-ripens," Douglas informs her, his years in cooking school making an appearance. "Brie is a really robust cheese. I think it gets better with—"

"Just take a look at my chip," Bree says, rolling her eyes. She grabs a chip extractor and heads for her capsule.

"Okay," Douglas says, hitting a few buttons on the cyber desk. "But you know, you really don't need to worry. I did a full remote scan of your chip earlier today. Everything's fine."

"I guess," she says, standing up straight in her capsule to align her neck with the extractor behind her. "I just need to be sure."

"Gotcha."

Douglas toggles a few switches and she feels the tug at the back of her neck as the chip extractor does its thing. When the process is complete, Bree steps away and takes the chip out in her hand, marveling at it. For the bit of tech that makes her everything she is, it looks surprisingly small and fragile in her hand.

"Lemme see," Douglas says, holding his hand out.

"Yeah, one sec," Bree says, entranced by the chip. The chip has the super speed, the turbo leap, the agility. The chip has the vocal manipulation. The chip has the Triton App. The chip isn't her.

As Chase and Douglas watch, Bree drops the chip purposefully to the floor and lifts her foot to crush it under her boot.

When they get to the junkyard, Adam knows his job. Douglas and Donald go for Krane, Leo and Chase pick off the bionic soldiers.

Adam's supposed to get Bree.

As he fends off a few soldiers, tossing them away from Chase, he wonders why they gave him the responsibility to track down Bree and keep her from getting hurt— and keep her from hurting anyone. They've tried talking her down from the Triton App before. It never works.

But it's his job. His responsibility. His little sister.

Adam finds her at Krane's side, defending him from attacks by the two Mr. Davenports. Just seeing her alive makes him feel better, even though she's not herself.

"Hey, Bree," he calls out, managing to surprise her when he comes up from behind her. His arms lock around her waist and he lifts her up. "Time to catch some air."

"Hey."

Adam's arms wrap around her and he lifts her completely off the floor, feet kicking uselessly in the air. "Put me down, Adam."

"What the heck are you doing?" He'd been coming to the lab to ask Chase if Bob could play with Davenport's drone, only to find the confusing and dramatic scene of Bree posed to destroy her chip.

"She's trying to smash her chip," Chase says, running out from behind the cyber desk and scooping Bree's chip up into safety. "Bree, what's going on?"

Still struggling in Adam's arms, she glares at Chase. "You know. You all know what's going on. A madman used that thing to take control of me and make me hurt my family. And I can't ever let that happen again, okay? Ever. Ever!"

With the chip secure in Chase's hand, Adam feels safe letting her stand, but he still keeps his hands on her shoulders. "Krane's gone, Bree," he says. "And there's a block on your chip for the Triton App, stronger than ever before."

She looks angry and desperate and frazzled, but she says nothing.

"We got you back," Chase says, sounding more emotional than usual. "And we want you to stay back. All of you, bionics and all."

Craning her neck, she looks up at Adam, then again at Chase. They look so earnest, so concerned.

But they're lying, by omission at least. She knows it.

"Who put Mr. Davenport in the hospital?" she asks, and both their faces fall. Even Douglas looks awkward. "Well? Who did it? Who hurt our dad so badly that he needs a bunch of wires plugged into him to keep him alive?"

"It was one of Krane's bionic soldiers," Douglas jumps in with the script.

"Yeah, uh-huh, you told me that," Bree says, feeling claustrophobic and alone, even surrounded by family. "What was her name, Dougie?" He blanches. "Was it S-B?"

"We were going to tell you," Chase says, his face crumpling in on itself and he's still hanging onto her chip. "We were going to wait until everything went back to normal and then we were going to tell you. I mean, you just got back. We just got you back two days ago. You weren't ready—"

"For what? To know the truth? That our dad's in the hospital because of what I did to him?" She looks furious but makes no move to get her chip back from Chase. "And look, I know. I know it wasn't really me. And I know you all tried to stop me, right? You tried to get me back to myself? I don't remember anything but I know my family. You told me to remember I was your sister. You told me to remember who I am."

She throws Adam off of her in one move, taking him by surprise, and rounds on Chase, red splotches overtaking her face as the tears clump in her eyes and on her cheeks. "This is who I am," she says, and she's going for angry and dramatic but it just sounds pathetic. Broken. Defeated. "I'm destroying my chip. Nothing you say can stop that."

"I love you?" Adam tries.

Chase jumps on that tack. "I love you too, Bree."

"Well that's not gonna help anything," Douglas grumbles, stepping in between Bree and Chase so he's facing his daughter. "Look, princess, the truth is it won't really matter if you smash your chip. Krane developed a version of the Triton App that can control anyone, bionic or not. Now, he's gone but someone else just as evil could easily replicate that technology and you'd be back in the same boat whether you had a chip or not."

The tears feel cold on her face. "What?"

"You can destroy your chip, but it won't completely eliminate the risk of you ever hurting someone," Douglas says slowly, trying to find the line between father and uncle and former enemy. "It'll just make it that much harder for you to help people."

So that's it. So it's a lost cause. Krane might be gone, but the Triton App as a concept can't be destroyed. And it can take her over all over again. And Douglas, and Tasha, and Leo. Mr. Davenport. Heck, even Perry, not that anyone would notice much of a difference.

Against her better judgment, Bree leans into her father, her uncle, the man who created her and the man who created the Triton App.

Bemused, Douglas just holds her as he looks up at his sons' broken expressions.