Sloth: -pops out from a cosmic dumpster- Ah! After 2 years I'm free! And its time to conquer fanfiction! Yes, after two long years I am back with a new chapter. And I have to say I was surprised that I got reviews and messages from people asking me to continue. Usually people just give up because I missed the deadline...two years ago. In truth, I had lost my muse for this because others kept popping up. Then school and work and I just sort of gave up. But after hearing people were still interested, including some close personal friends I thought, why the hell not.

So I reread my story trying to see if what I had still matched up and I thought, hmmm, its been two years and the show has some new interesting cast. I was fortunate enough that at the time of my departure the story hadn't gotten into full swing with its original villains (Henderson excluded) so I thought, why not change it. So instead of ending the story in five chapters like I had originally wanted, this story is going to expand further. So this chapter starts with the plot and who knows how much further until the grand finale shows up. I will say you might see some familiar faces if you keep up with the show.

As a reminder since its been two years, this story is AU as of Leo vs Evil. Marcus is NOT an android but is indeed a bionic teenager. Douglas is not a villain...just has evil tendencies like Donald (think chaotic neutral).

Its good to be back guys!

Also I don't own Lab Rats, other wise Marcus would be lounging around the bionic island making fun of the recruits and spoiling Spin.

Better Than I Know Myself

"What are you doing?"

Marcus jumped, swiping his hand across the holo-screen to get rid of the article and replace it with youtube. Ever since last night's glitching fiasco, curiosity had been gnawing on his brain. He ended up waking up early that day and after leaving a replacing all of Chase's available clothes with a rabbit costume, made his way down to the lab. With Davenport not due back for another day, Marcus had the lab to himself.

It was still partially damaged, with Adam's capsule gone and Bree's currently being rebuilt, and half the floor covered in soot. But the most important parts were still there. Davenport's fancy holo-desk computer gave him all the access he needed. For a billionaire, Marcus was still confused as to why none of them had a laptop. Then again Adam would have most likely just used it as a Frisbee. Chase was probably the only one who would use it constantly. And since Chase and he were the only ones who would use the computer for something other than social media, maybe Davenport thought it was better for them to share the holo-desk.

Anyways, Marcus had spent the entire morning working on the computer, typing away and looking for anything he could find about Douglas Davenport. The man was definitely the person he saw in his memory. While the woman's face was still obscure to him, Douglas's face had appeared as clear as day. The same bad haircut, the same bad guy facial hair, the same jawline, it all matched with his memories. But he wasn't sure.

For one, his memories were from a baby's point of few. He didn't know if they were accurate or if he just matched Douglas's face because he saw it on Davenport's desk. Furthermore, his research indicated that Douglas had two kids, not one. The flashbacks and dreams he had left no indication of a sibling. And most importantly, if Marcus was the long lost nephew of Donald Davenport, the guy surely would have come by to be the world's best uncle. Those reasons were enough to cast reasonable doubt and stop Marcus from going up to the man and shouting "Hi, Uncle Mr. Davenport!"

"Nothing, just listening to creepypastas," Marcus replied nonchalantly. Bree gave him a skeptical look before super-speeding across the room and pushing Marcus out of the way. The momentum sent Marcus in his rolling chair away from the desk and the boy had to scramble to get back to the screen before Bree could-

"Why are you looking up Uncle Douglas?"

Too late.

"Wait. Uncle Douglas? You know who he is?"

Bree shrugged. "When we were little, we got curious as to why we didn't have any other family. So we convinced Chase to do some research and boom, Uncle Douglas. Mr. Davenport said he was a great guy. A little prone to psychotic laughter and evil plans for world domination, but I think that runs in the family."

"Why'd you say that?" Marcus asked nervously. Did Bree have the same suspicions as he did? Or did she know he was their maybe-cousin?

"Have you seen Mr. Davenport? Or Chase?"

"Huh. Good point." Marcus turned his head to the current article on the screen.

'Co-CEO of Davenport Industry Missing'

'On the morning of October 17th, a vehicle belonging to Co-CEO and Co-Founder of Davenport Industry, Douglas Davenport, was found turned over outside of Seaford, California. In the wreckage was the body of Davenport's wife, Kimberly-Anne. Evidence also indicates that the couple's two young children, 1 year-old Mateus Davenport and 1 month old Cole Davenport, were in the vehicle as well. However, neither boys were present at the site, but both are believed to have sadly not survived. While Davenport's body was not found, evidence indicates the CEO suffered severe blood loss.

While an investigation is underway, it is speculated that the family have tragically-'

He flicked it away, no longer feeling the need to read about a guy he might not even be related to.

"You still didn't tell me why you were looking up Uncle Douglas."

Marcus started to squirm under her watchful gaze. Why did she make him nervous? He never had before. He was probably getting soft. All this lovey-dovey family crap was making him too family friendly. Seriously, if he wasn't rooming with Chase and tormenting his roommate on a constant basis to get some rise out of him, he probably would have joined this mismatch Brady Bunch.

"If you're trying to get me to talk about my feelings, I'd rather go back up stairs and take pictures of Chase in his Easter outfit," he replied with a big smirk. At Bree's confused look, Marcus simply just checked his watch and counted down the seconds.

"MARCUS!"

"Ah, like music to my ears."

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While he didn't get to take pictures of Chase in his bunny suit, Marcus still got to be satisfied that Adam thought Chase was the Easter Bunny for an entire day. It really was the little things in life that were making his day nowadays. But he should have known he couldn't enjoy his little revenge without something going horribly wrong. Maybe he shouldn't have called Chase Mr. Hippy Hop. Or maybe it was the chocolate egg canon he set up in the cupboard that held Chase's favorite cereal. Because Spike also didn't like either of those.

And Spike had surprisingly good accuracy when it came to throwing someone.

Marcus also discovered that doors were not made to catch someone.

"Ow! That stings," Marcus hissed as Bree swabbed his forehead with an alcoholic swab. They had made their way back down to the lab to get the first aid kit to tend to the wounded. Fortunately for Marcus, Chase, or rather Spike, didn't exactly get away unscathed. Leo had gotten scarily good with a baseball bat and managed to knock the Commando out of their esteemed leader. So while Bree treated Marcus for splitters and a gash on his head, Chase was getting an ice pack from Leo. Adam was just sitting on one of the spare chairs eating a bowl of chips.

"Well it's your own fault. As funny as it is, the two of you need to stop antagonizing each other." Bree scolded as she placed another bandage on his face. The two boys rolled their eyes. She was obviously taking mother hen lessons from Tasha.

"Yes, Mom," they sighed simultaneously. They honestly didn't need another lecture. Davenport and Tasha had given them enough 'Be good to each other' speeches to last them until college.

"There. All done."

"Great," Marcus hopped out of the rolling chair and sauntered to the door. Or he tried to anyways. Bree grabbed him by the hand and seamlessly placed him back in it.

"Not so fast. We've still need to talk about earlier."

"If you're asking for beauty tips, I'm sorry, but this is all natural." Chase snorted and Marcus kicked his rolling chair with enough force to send it sliding into Adam. This of course almost knocked Adam's bowl onto the floor. Bree in response smacked Marcus on the head. "Ow!"

"Ok! Enough! Don't make me call Tasha!"

He pouted, crossing his arms childishly. He didn't want to ruin Tasha's vacation. Someone who casually dealt with all their bionic mayhem deserved a little reprieve. "Fine. I'll lay off until the parental units get back. But only if he doesn't try anything."

"What? No way! I need to get the last-"

"Chase!" Bree's vocal manipulation went off, making her sound like an irritated and at the end of her rope Grandma Rose. It was enough to put the fear of god in all the boys and Chase slid back down in his chair. Marcus couldn't fault Chase for burying himself a little closer to Adam. Grandma Rose was a scary lady. And Marcus only talked to her on the phone.

"Actually, I'm good."

"Good. Now that we've got out of the way. I think you need to explain why you were looking up Uncle Douglas."

Marcus cursed. Why couldn't she let this go? She didn't need to know what he was up to. He could already feel Chase's gaze trained on him, as if he was trying to use his override app on him. Too bad for Mr. Smartguy that the inhibitor blocked any signals from affecting his chip.

"Why were you looking up Uncle Douglas?"

"We have an Uncle Douglas?" Leo asked.

"Had," Adam corrected between a mouthful of chips. "He's swimming with your hamster now."

"Wait, my ham….Mr. Wiggles!" Leo ran out of the lab at top speed. Which for a kid without bionics was surprisingly fast. Marcus turned to Adam and asked,

"Did you do something to his hamster?"

"No, I just think Leo runs funny," Adam shrugged before going back to his chips. The bionic trio then turned their gaze from Leo's retreating form back to Marcus, who returned their inquiring gazes with a half-hearted Evil Eyebrow.

"Don't you need to go text Owen or something?"

"Nice try, but he's on a camping trip with his family. My life isn't always dictated with phone calls and texting."

"Could have fooled me," Adam muttered loud enough for the other boys to hear. Marcus hid his chuckle. He didn't want to get in this little chick flick. Real life wasn't about talking your feelings and crying into buckets of ice cream until the pain went away. He was perfectly fine with just bottling it in and venting via nasty pranks.

"Marcus, seriously. You can talk to us." She looked at Chase, who shook his head no, and Adam was just picking at his teeth. "Ok, well you can talk to me."

"And if I don't want to talk?" Marcus asked, finding comfort in playing around with the holo-desk.

"I could just get Leo to pester you until you talk. Or Adam could sit you down and you two can watch Goober the Spunky Caboose."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Yeah, Goober-buddy, it'll be awesome!"

Bree's smirk was practically evil. It was like she had been replaced by this devious, wicked witch who had just told him her plot to cast a curse to take away everyone's happiness. Evil tendency really must be a Davenport thing. Looking at Bree's persistent gaze, Marcus sighed in defeat. No sense in trying to dodge this bullet.

"Ok, I'll talk. Just….no Goober. Please."

"Aw." Marcus just suggested Adam could make Leo watch with him and that brought a smile to Adam's face.

Bree sat down across from him, that triumphant smirk plastered on her face. Marcus let out an annoyed sigh. Why couldn't he have just blown up? Anything was better than talking about his feelings. Hell, even getting sent to the Facility was…

His eyes suddenly grew wide as the thought crossed his mind. The Facility. The word brought something to the forefront of his mind. Something he shouldn't know about, yet it was there, hidden in the deepest part of his brain. He tried harder to think, repeating the word over and over again. Facility. Why did that word bring a shiver down his spine? Why did it make him feel like his stomach just fell into ice water? His fingers started itching, twitching in need to type at the keyboard.

"Marcus? You ok?"

He snapped out of his thoughts. The disgusting feeling left and he relaxed.

"Right. Heart to heart," A shifted uncomfortably before telling the trio what was on his mind, "I…I keep getting flashbacks."

Chase raised a concerned brow. "Flashbacks?"

He nodded. "Every time I blackout. Or when I go to bed. I get these snippets. L-Like memories. Sometimes they're short. Sometimes they're long, but I start to remember things. Like Henderson, he was my adopted father. At least I think he is."

With his focus on the floor, Marcus didn't see the bionic trio flinch at the mention of Henderson. The name brought uneasiness to all of them. For Bree, it was a constant reminder that there were people out there who were willing to do terrible things to innocent people. For Chase, it was a heavy reminder that sometimes the bad guy wasn't who you thought they'd be. For Adam it was just another reason to protect everyone here. For Marcus, that was the name of the man who both raised and discarded him.

"I don't remember much about him, but the parts I do…I don't like."

"I'm sorry." Chase apologized. It felt genuine and Marcus just inclined his head.

"It's fine. I'm over it. It's just…the more recent ones…They were about my parents…And I think Douglas might have some connection to them."

"Wait," Bree started, "Uncle Douglas? Do you think he might be-"

"No. No, no, no. That would be way too convenient. Like a bad plot twist for Teen Fiancé." At Bree's glare, he coughed. "Ooor a really good one. Ahem. Anyways, I saw him in a flashback last night and…I just wanted to know. I mean I was only with Henderson because I was in an orphanage. I want to know why I was there. Did my parents leave me or…or were they working for him. I just want answers."

"Marcus, why didn't you just tell Mr. Davenport?" Chase asked.

"You're kidding right? He's too worried that I might explode. We all know I've got anger issues. I doubt he'll want to burden me with daddy issues."

"Too late," Adam piped up.

Marcus wondered if he could reprogram Chase and Leo's silly battle-bot into a knock-sense-into-Adam-bot. A guy could only take so much without reverting to the dark side and taking out the thing that annoyed him. However, before he could convince Chase to allow him to mess with BOB, he found a comforting hand placed on his shoulder.

"You could have told us, Marcus," Bree told him. "We're more than willing to help."

"Dude, totally. I gotta have my number one bro's back."

"Adam, I'm your brother."

"Yeah, but your my dorky brother, Marcus's is my brony."

"That's not what that means," Marcus smiled. "But I'll take what I can get." He turned to his roommate, brow raised in his usual way, only without any malice. "What about you, roomie?"

"If I help find your parents will you stop trying to prank me while I'm asleep?"

"Hmmm, find my parents, rig highly dangerous yet funny contraption over your bed. Find my parents….catapulting Chase…"

"Marcus."

"I'm weighing my pros."

"Marcus!"

"Alright, I'll call a truce."

Chase placed his ice pack down and made his way to the holo-desk.

"Alright then. First thing we need to do is get a DNA sample. We could run it through a global database and then compare your DNA strand with any matching – WHOA!"

A bungee sprung and Chase was suddenly hanging upside down, bobbing up and down.

"MARCUS!"

"That wasn't me!"

"Hey, I was wondering when that would go off," Adam laughed, giddy that his trap had finally gone off. "I am the pranking god!" he shouted with enthusiasm, slapping Marcus and Bree and Chase.

"Why couldn't I have had sister?" Bree moaned.

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The rest of the day went by without any other hitches. Neither Marcus nor Chase tried any underhanded pranks against the other as were the terms in their truce. And once Chase got down from Adam's trap, they got a blood sample from Marcus. He imputed it into Davenport's computer and started a search for any possible matches. With over a billion people on the planet, some of which might have never put a bit of DNA into any government, Chase theorized that it might take the computer a while to narrow down the results.

At dinner they order Chinese and watched The Avengers while comparing each other to the assembled group of heroes. It was all agreed that Chase was the Hulk, despite his claimed of being Captain America. It was a nice, civil evening of kids just having fun and enjoying themselves. The stress of being bionic seemed to just go away. Before they knew it, the chow mein and fried rice were gone and they were each yawning. Exhaustion settled soon after and the teens headed upstairs one by one.

As they settled into their beds, Marcus looked over at Chase. He had returned the other boy's clothes earlier as a peace offering earlier that day. He probably should say something, but he didn't know if he should. Finally he decided to smother his pride and said "Thanks. Chase. For helping me find my parents."

Chase sat in his bed, curious and uncertain. "Did the Chinese give you food poisoning because-"

"I mean it. I know I've been a jerk lately-"

"And you tried to kill us-"

"Kidnap. Those are two very distinct and different things. Look, the point is…you're a bigger man than I am for helping me."

Chase nodded. "It's no problem. Everyone deserves a family. Or even just know where they came from."

Marcus picked at his blanket. "You think Mr. Davenport would let me stay here….even if we don't find out who my parents are?"

"You want to stay?"

"Well….It's been two months. It's been…fun. And hey, it practically feels like I've been living here for two years now. And it's not like he's anywhere near solving on how to stop my chip from going nuclear anyways. I think he'd have an entire island academy set up before he gets to my chip." Marcus chuckled. Chase managed to chuckle as well. "Plus making you cry is hilarious."

"Way to ruin a moment, Jerk."

"No problem, Bitch."