Author's Note: Ah! The big reunion! Well, my updates will probably go back to daily, as I finished up the other story -never write two stories at once, EVER- so yeah! But, I am moving next week, so some sporradicness may occur. Just be patient I am trying my best. Overall, please enjoy and don't flame unjustly and please review! SHOUT OUT TO DREAMER4EVERA THOUGH YOU ALREADY KNOW HER!
Donald couldn't stop staring at the mahogany door. The door which any minute could yield a friend or foe. I hope it's the former. Donald had all senses focused on that door and everything around it. Nothing else matters until I know Chase is here, alive and safe. Douglas was sitting on the couch beside him, thinking of how their offensive against Krane would go. Donald had a feeling he would be required to fight, but he didn't mind. So long as my other children do not have to. After everything we've given up, for them to be normal, we cannot let that go to waste. Then the doorbell rang. Douglas looked up at the door, and Donald leaped to his feet, at the door in a matter of seconds. He looked through the peephole. Chase! Dressed up as a normal kid, but still the same person! Donald swiftly opened the door and ushered him in, thankful the kids and Tasha were asleep.
"Chase, you're here!" Douglas moved to hug him, but Chase evaded him with an apologetic look. "I have been shot 4 times, in addition to the initial leg one. I am not being hugged anytime soon."
"Sounds like someone shouldn't launch guerrilla warfare, and almost gotten himself killed and worried us to death." Donald scolded paternally, but in a kindly tone. Chase raised an eyebrow.
"You seem alive to me," Chase answered honestly. Donald and Douglas gave him a 'ha-ha' look. Chase have a half-smile. "So, when do we attack Krane?" Chase was all business, and Donald frowned. No way you're taking on Krane if you refused a hug, you're too injured.
"Tell me about your injuries so we can have a time frame." Donald ordered. Chase sighed. "Well, I got grazed by bullets four times, got scorched by a flamethrower" -he pointed at his shoulder blade down to his elbow- "but that's healing. Gee...nothing else. But I re-opened my leg wound jumping off a roof."
"What?!" Douglas exclaimed. "Chase, you sit your butt on that couch and don't move until-" They were distracted by footsteps coming downstairs.
"Hey, Dad, I heard some noises-" Bree widened her eyes at Chase. "Who is he? You're letting a stranger into our house after everything that's happened? He looks like he's dealing pot! He's covered in blood and ew!" Bree shielded her eyes.
"Bree! Shush! He's Douglas' son!" Donald snapped. You're his sister, you should be nicer! But I can't say that...
"So? I'm gonna tell Mom you let a random person in our house-" She stopped abruptly. "He's bionic? He was in my mind? I heard him..."
...
"Donald, Douglas, let me and Bree talk alone." They obeyed, mainly because of Chase's mental hold on their minds. Bree huffed, crossing her arms. You look just like her, but you aren't her. Chase kept his sorrow of his face. I knew Bree wouldn't be the Bree I knew, but I wish for just some sign of the old Bree.
"What are you doing here? How are you bionic? What are your bionics? Why are you so bloody? Where did you come from-" Chase waved a hand and she fell silent. "Bree, I was made bionic by my father. Douglas is Donalds' brother. I'm bloody because I've been fighting off the men who are trying to kill you. I come from a facility that was attacked." I have killed many people, all for you. I am wondering now...is it worth it? The loss of life for what? Temporary safety?
"What are your bionics?" Bree insisted. For a heartbeat, Chase saw his feisty sister. But it passed, and the loss stabbed his heart all the more harder. I killed my sister...I am so sorry, Bree.
"I'm telepathic, I can control the weather, move things with my mind, make force fields, and I'm very intelligent." You should know this...we fought together so many times..."You're super fast, and Adam, your brother is super strong." Bree blushed with fury. I am catching up to your attributes, in fact, one more update and I'll be superior. But it makes me sadder. If only you cared...
"Don't read my mind!" She snapped. Chase stared at her. "Don't try to boss around a telepath. We have the best vengeance of all." He tapped the side of his head for effect. Bree flushed angrily again. She was swearing in her mind. Chase entered it. Bree, swearing is bad. He left her mind quickly. She tried to slap him. He blocked it, but his arm ached afterwards, mainly from previous injuries.
"Bree, much as I love our chat, I need to sleep, and recuperate, so good night." Chase turned away, but she asked one question.
"Why are you here, and what's your name?" That question was almost too much for Chase to bear, but he kept himself in control, checked his emotions, and answered flatly,
"I'm Chase, and I'm here to save us all. That's all you need to know." That's all you'll ever know.
