Hey guys! Yes I've updated in only one day. Thanks for the reviews guys! I really like hearing your guesses on who you think Adam's father is. Guess what? In this chapter you're going to find out who he is! YES! No more waiting! Some of you are going to be mind blown. I hope you really enjoy this chapter :D
Adam slowly felt some strength returning back to his body. He then felt something being taken off from around his head. Someone then tucked the covers over his body even tighter than what they were already. He then heard a sigh.
The bionic slowly opened his eyes half way to see Mr. Davenport sitting in a chair beside him, typing on his laptop. The boy wondered what information the man had gotten from his brain and transferred onto his computer.
"Hmm" the man said to himself, "It's even worse than what I thought. What has he done to you? Don't worry, I can fix this, well actually you would have to fix this since it's your memory that has to come back to you, I hope." He then glanced over to see that his son was awake. "Oh hey. Nice to see you're up again. How are you feeling?"
The teen sat up against the back of the bed.
"I felt like I did before you poisoned me surprisingly" the boy answered.
Donald chuckled, "Well you should. My formula isn't poison like-" he stopped.
Adam looked over at the room door. It was wide open. The man watched him do so. The boy became confused.
"You're not afraid that I'll just sprint out of the room and get out of here?"
"Not really."
"Why?"
"I trust you."
The boy was shocked. How could this man trust him? Did he really think that he wanted to stay here with this mad man? "Why?"
"Because, you're my son. And I still believe that somewhere deep down inside that you will remember everything that has happened."
Adam made a confused face.
"And besides, if you would leave here, where would you go? Everything that was once around here has been destroyed by your 'father'."
The mention of his father made the bionic start to feel homesick. "He'll come for me you know. He'll find your hideout."
The man sighed. "Your father doesn't know where this place is. For all he knows, he thinks this location has nothing in it but trees and grassland."
"Please tell me what you're going to do to me."
"I already told you, I'm not going to hurt you."
"How do know you're telling the truth?"
"If I was going to hurt you, don't you think that I would've done it by now? I mean, why would I wait all this time?"
Hmm true. The boy stayed silent.
"Look I would never want to hurt you Adam." The man sounded like he was about to cry, "I would never want you to hurt. It may not seem like it, but it hurts me to see you hurting. I don't want you to be like this. Confused, in shock, tired, scared, worried. I-I I love you." He grabs his son's hand.
Instead of pulling away like he would have usually done, Adam let the man continue to hold his hand. Something about the touch made him feel…safe. The fear inside of him was suddenly washed away. Then, the eighteen year old felt a flashback pop into his mind.
Flashback to thirteen years ago
"Daddy" Adam cried as he ran up to his father's work desk.
"What is it Adam?" Mr. Davenport asked.
"I hurt my hand. Bree accidently put her book down on it." The boy then wiped a few tears off his face.
"Aww" the man crouched down next to his son, "It's ok. Don't cry. I'll make it all better." He then grabbed his son's hurting hand…..
Adam gasped. Donald quickly let go of his son's hand.
"Adam what's wrong?"
He didn't answer. He just continued to look back and forth at his hand and then Donald again.
"Adam?"
Still no response.
"Adam are you alright? Answer me."
Finally, the bionic snapped out of his inner thoughts and began to speak. "I-I" he started. But he didn't know what to say. "I-I-" He began to breath heavily. He felt his heart rate increase.
"Adam."
"I-I-"
"Just tell me. What's wrong?"
"Y-You touched my hand."
The older adult made a weird face. "Uh yeah. Is there something wrong with that?"
Adam quickly shook his head. "I-I've-I mean you have done it before."
"Done what before?"
"You've touched my hand before."
"What?" Donald looked at his son with worry on his face. What was happening to him? Was he starting to remember? "I don't understand-"
"Something just happened to me. I-I had an old memory appear before my eyes. It was me. I was little and I ran up to you and" he paused. "My hand was hurting and you said you could fix it. And then-" he took another pause, "You touched it."
Mr. Davenport gasped. He was starting to remember. The man wondered if he was going to start remembering more.
"But it couldn't have been you" the boy started, "Because I didn't know you when I was little. I was with my dad when I was little, not with you. No, it couldn't have been you." The boy started shaking. What was happening to him, "But the face belonged to you. It was you. I-" The boy stopped talking. A tear rolled down from his face.
"Hey" the man said as he pulled the boy into a hug.
The bionic began to sob.
"It's alright."
"W-What is happening to me?"
The man tightened his grip. "It's alright. I'm right here."
"I don't understand. This can't be happening."
"Everything's going to be just fine."
Suddenly the door opened and Tasha walked into the room. "Donald" she said, "Dinner's almost-" she stopped once she saw her husband hugging their son in a tight grip, "What-"
"I'll explain later" the man told her, "We'll be down soon."
She nodded and quickly left the room.
Donald slowly turned back to face his son and continued to let the boy sob onto his shoulders.
Back at the Capitol, the dictator was still continuing to search for his kidnapped son. He was at his desk, looking down at a picture in a frame that he and Adam had taken a couple weeks before.
"Sir" one of his workers cried as he ran into the man's office and up to his desk, "We have news that someone spotted the kidnappers in an SUV with your son driving in California."
The man looked up, "In California?"
"Yes sir."
"Why that's miles away from here." He then paused. "They must be taking him back to their hideout." He then whispered, "I thought I had destroyed that place. I guess not." He then stood up, "Guard I want you and every other soldier possible to go to California and get my son back!"
"Yes sir!"
"And I'm coming with you. Get the airplanes ready to take off."
"What? But sir it's too dangerous."
"Do as I say or I'll have you killed the way I'm going to kill Donald Davenport and his family for taking my son!"
"Right away sir!" He then ran out of the room.
The dictator then went back looking at the picture on his desk.
"This is bad" he whispered to himself, "What could they be telling him? What could they be doing to his brain? He can't find out. He can't find out anything." He walked over to the cabinet by the desk and pulled out some of Adam's 'medicine'. "I probably need to take this with me. I don't know what they've given him." He put some of the containers into his bag and then went back over to his desk and prepared for his journey.
After crying for a couple of minutes, Adam let go of Davenport's grip.
"Are you ok now?" The man asked his son.
"I guess" he replied, "I'm still confused."
"I know you are, but I promise that everything's going to come to light soon."
Adam just stares at him.
"Are you ready for dinner?"
"Are you going to bring it up to this room? Are you going to slip some more of your formula in it?"
"If I don't, will you willingly take my formula again?"
"What do you think?"
"Uh…maybe."
"No."
"Then I guess I'll have to sprinkle some of it onto your dinner plate."
The boy frowned.
"Look I just need to run some more scans" He then changed the subject, "Tell you what, why don't you come downstairs and have dinner with the family."
Adam looked at the man, "Really?"
"Really. I mean we don't want you to feel like a prisoner. This is your home."
The boy frowned.
"Well it's kind of your home. And besides, you're family."
"I am?"
"Of course. You're a Davenport aren't you?"
Adam frowned again. Mr. Davenport became silent. Whoops.
"Look" the bionic said, "just because I cried into your arms doesn't make me part of your family."
The man became sad. "I know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"I'm not a Davenport Donald."
"Just call me Mr. Davenport. It's weird for you to call me Donald."
"Ok Mr. Davenport I'm not your family. I don't know why you were in my memory, but it didn't happen, at least I don't think it did."
Donald sighed. "I promise you it happened. I was there I-"
"And I'm not a Davenport. My name's not Adam Davenport. It's Adam Graham."
"What?" Even though the man had heard what he had said already, he wanted to hear it again. "What did you say?"
"My name's Adam Graham. Graham. Not Davenport. I'm not your family."
After the leader had finished packing, he started to leave his office.
"There's no way I'm going to let Donald Davenport ruin all of my hard work" he replied, "I've worked my butt off to get this far and I'm not going back." He walked out of his office and into the main living room to wait for his flight to California to be ready. "Enjoy your time having Adam Davenports" he warned, "Because you're time with him is about to end. No one messes with Dictator Graham." He then laughed really hard.
Donald sighed again. Maybe after dinner, Adam would start to remember more about his true identity.
"Just come have dinner with my family" Davenport forced himself to spit out, "I promise everyone will be nice."
The teen looked up at the ceiling for a bit. "Alright fine. But I'm not going to like it."
The adult smiled a bit as he helped his son stand up from the bed and lead him into the hallway and downstairs towards the kitchen.
OOH YES WE NOW (and when I say we I mean you) KNOW WHO ADAM'S 'FATHER' IS! YIPEE! Agent Graham. Anyone remember him from season 3 of Lab rats? I hope so. None of you saw that coming! Haha :D Are you guys surprised? I hope so!
Questions for you guys…
How do you think Graham has become a dictator? (I promise you'll figure out later in the story)?
How do you think dinner will go with the Davenports and Adam?
Do you think Graham will find where Adam has been taken?
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