Hello fellow readers! Get ready for part three of Donald's dream! It's going to be long and have a lot of family/sibling-bonding! Hope you like it! Enjoy reading! :D

"Now what do we do?" Bree asked as she paced around the money castle. "We'll never find Adam and Chase!"

"Don't say that, Bree." Leo piped up. "I'm sure we'll find them soon."

Bree stopped pacing and faced her brother. She scoffed. "Yeah, at this rate, we'll find them in ten years."

"Now, Bree, that's exaggerating a bit." Douglas said. "Five years, sure, ten years, not really."

Bree frowned as she glared at her uncle. "Not helping, Douglas."

Douglas put his hands up in defense as Bree began pacing again. "Ugh! This is crazy! Why are we just standing around here pacing?!"

"Correction: you're the one pacing. We're just standing." Leo stated.

Bree stopped pacing and she turned around, looking at her family. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she spoke. "Is it possible we . . . lost them?"

Donald walked up to his daughter and pulled her into a hug as she began crying on his shoulder. "No, Bree, we will get your brothers back. I promise."

At that moment, Adam and Chase had walked right out of the mirror portal. "Adam, we have to search for – Bree?" Chase stared at his crying sister, who was being comforted by Donald.

Bree sniffled as she pulled away from Donald and turned around to face her brothers. Her eyes widened as she quickly dried her tears. "Adam? Chase?"

A grin appeared on Chase's face. "Bree! We found you!" He ran over and hugged his sister, who looked surprised.

"Hey Chase! We found Bree!" Adam exclaimed as he joined in on the hug.

Leo, Douglas, and Donald had smiles on their faces as they watched the sweet sibling moment. Their smiles turned to frowns when they realized Bree was crying again.

The hug broke apart and Chase looked at his sister concerned. "Bree, why are you crying?"

"I'm just happy to see you guys again." Bree replied. She finally stopped crying and a smile appeared on her face.

Adam and Chase both smiled as well. "We are too, Bree." They both said. "We are too."

The three siblings then hugged again.

Cough, cough.

They pulled away and turned around to see Leo, pretending to cough.

"Come on, Leo." Bree stated. Leo grinned as he ran over and joined the sibling hug.

"I don't suppose this hug allows dads too." Douglas piped up.

"Sure, Douglas, you and Mr. Davenport can come too." Chase said.

The two inventors grinned as they walked over and joined the sibling now turned family hug.

Bree broke apart from the hug and looked up at her family. "Well, now that we found Adam and Chase and the family is reunited again, I guess it's time to leave."

"You're right, Bree," Leo said. "It's time to go. We've had enough fun anyways, right?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. Bree smiled. "Well then, let's – wait!"

"What is it, Bree?" Chase asked.

"There's something we need to do first." Bree replied. She looked at Leo, Douglas, and Donald. "Without you three."

Leo, Douglas, and Donald looked at each other with confused faces.

Bree linked arms with her two brothers. She then snapped her fingers and the three siblings teleported away.

Leo ran over to the spot where Adam, Bree, and Chase previously stood before disappearing. He looked at Douglas and Donald with wide eyes. "Where did they go?"

Douglas shook his head. "I don't know, but apparently it's a secret since we weren't invited to come along."

Donald frowned, staring at the ground. "Neither do I." He said. "But I have a feeling I know."

Adam, Bree, and Chase appeared in Flashbackland – the dark, pitch black, empty place they had previously been trapped in.

"Bree," Chase glared at his sister. "Why are we back here?!"

Bree didn't respond to her brother's question. Instead, she pointed to the darkness that surrounded them. "Trust me. I have a good reason. Just watch." She insisted.

Chase rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms and sat down on the ground. He had an unamused look on his face and highly doubted that any of this was going to be worth his time. He still wondered why Bree had teleported them back here and if her reasoning was actually a good one. Well, he was about to find out.

Adam had a confused look on his face and wondered what was going on too. He didn't say anything and just sat down next to his brother. His sister remained standing.

Bree smiled as a scene – more accurately a flashback – began to form in front of them.

All three siblings watched the flashback in total silence, but as they watched, they began to realize how important it was.

It was a stormy night in Mission Creek. A man wearing a jacket and having no umbrella over his head to protect himself from the rain was running down the street and straight into a building.

Once inside, he quickly closed the door behind him. He stood there for a moment to catch his breath before walking away to most likely change clothes. After all, he had just been caught in a storm and was soaking wet.

As the man walked further into the building, he abruptly stopped and suddenly sneezed into the sleeve of his jacket.

"Did you catch a cold out there, Donnie?"

The man, now identified as Donald Davenport, turned around to face his brother, Douglas Davenport.

Donald shook his head. "No, Douglas, I did not catch a cold. I'm fine. I just need to get out of these wet clothes and sit by a fire to warm up."

Douglas smirked. "Whatever you say, Donnie. I'll be in the lab." He waved his hand before walking away, leaving Donald to stare off into the distance.

The billionaire tech mogul quickly got out of his daze and back to reality. Realizing he was still cold and wet, Donald ran off to change clothes and find a nice cozy spot to warm up.

The building both brothers were in was in fact the company they both created and owned – Davenport Industries – the company with technology straight from the future. Donald and Douglas worked together to create these inventions and sell them, thus becoming billionaires.

Unbeknownst to either of them, their friendship and partnership was soon to be torn apart by a mistake from one of the brothers.

"I still don't get what we're seeing, Bree." Chase commented, interrupting the flashback.

Bree quickly shushed her brother as her eyes were still glued to the scene. "Just keep watching. It'll become clear later on."

Adam grinned as he seemed to be the only brother entertained by the flashback. "This is awesome! It's like a movie! I wish I had some popcorn with it!"

Chase rolled his eyes before looking up to continue watching the flashback.

A few hours later, Donald Davenport had driven to his wonderful mansion and was currently in his bedroom, dressed in his leopard-print silk pajamas, and curled up in his bed with a book in one hand and a cup of hot chocolate in the other.

"Ah, nothing better than a good book and some hot chocolate to spend a stormy night." Donald said as he continued to read his novel. "Chapter one . . ."

A familiar tune rang through the inventor's ears as he heard his phone going off. Donald frowned as he set his hot chocolate down and reached for the phone. "Hello?"

"Donnie! I need you back in the lab!" His brother's voice yelled through the phone.

Donald sighed. "What did you do now, Douglas?"

"Nothing!" Douglas shouted. "I just need your assistance."

"Please tell me you didn't get the files mixed up or got them stuck together with blackberry jam."

"No!" Douglas denied. "And sometimes I like to snack while I'm organizing the files."

Donald rolled his eyes. "Douglas . . ."

"Fine," Douglas said. "There's been another accident with the computer again. I spilled my chicken noodle soup all over the keyboard."

Donald sighed again. He should've known this was going to happen, especially because of his brother. "Okay, Douglas, I'll be there soon." He then hung up the phone before getting out of his comfy, luxurious bed.

The inventor continued to change out of his leopard-print pajamas into something more suitable for going out. "Maybe I should establish a no snacking rule in the lab." He stated before leaving his bedroom and heading for the front door.

Donald got into his car and continued to drive away, straight toward Davenport Industries, which he felt like he had just left.

"This is so good!" Adam exclaimed. "Things are getting intense!" He stuffed a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

Bree and Chase turned to stare at their brother, wondering how in the world he got his hands on a bag of popcorn. They weren't exactly inside a movie theater and everything around them was dark, besides the flashback scene playing in front of them.

It was probably Adam just being Adam and they were inside a dream, so anything could happen. It seemed to be the most logical explanation at the moment.

Donald parked his car in front of Davenport Industries and walked into the building. He went in the direction of the lab, knowing this was where his brother was, causing yet another mess.

"Douglas?"

"In here Donnie."

Donald's eyes widened when he saw his brother sitting in front of the computer and using a paper towel to try to clean up the keyboard soaked with soup.

"Douglas!" Donald immediately ran over and snatched the saturated paper towel out of his hands. "What are you doing?!"

Douglas frowned. "I was using that to clean the keyboard until you got ahold of it!"

Donald shook his head as he threw the paper towel into the trashcan. "There are better ways to do this."

"And you know them?" Douglas asked, rolling his eyes. "If so, show me then."

Donald sighed as he looked at the soaked, now useless keyboard and the computer which had malfunctioned and now showed nothing, but a black screen. "Never mind. You just go take a break and I'll clean this up for you."

Douglas's frown immediately turned into a grin as he patted Donald on the shoulder. "Thanks Donnie! You're the best!" He then turned and walked out of the lab, leaving his brother to clean the mess he had created.

Donald grinned as he continued to wipe the spilled soup off the keyboard. "Aren't I always?"

Suddenly, Donald heard the sound of giggling coming from somewhere in the lab. He looked around confused. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

There was no response and the inventor couldn't hear anything anymore.

"Huh. I must've imagined it."

Donald continued to clean the keyboard. When he was done, he turned around and–

"What the–" He looked down to see a toddler standing in front of him. It was a little girl.

Donald's eyes were wide in shock and surprise. He did not expect to encounter a kid when he came here to help his brother with a mess he had made.

Also, why in the world was there a kid in the lab?

The little girl looked up at the inventor and giggled. "Hi!" She waved her hand at him.

Donald finally recovered from his sudden shock and managed to speak. "Hello . . ."

The girl poked him in the leg and giggled again.

"Who are you?" Donald asked. "Where did you come from?"

The girl grinned as she replied. "I'm Bree. I came from over there." She pointed behind her.

Donald narrowed his eyes as he looked to where Bree pointed. It was the area where he and Douglas were working on their latest invention – robots with bionic abilities that could do the things that humans couldn't do themselves.

Realization finally dawned on the billionaire tech mogul and his eyes widened again. "No . . ."

Bree giggled before running off into the area she had just pointed to – at a remarkable speed that was inhumanely possible.

Donald bit his lip and frowned. "Did she just–"

The inventor wasted no time running after the girl into the other room. He stopped suddenly and stared at the sight in front of him.

The table was covered with blueprints and devices. Balled up pieces of paper were scattered across the floor, obviously thrown.

But what really caught Donald's eye were the three capsules sitting against the wall on the other side of the room. Two of the capsules had a sleeping toddler and a baby inside.

Bree stood in the middle of the room, staring up at the shocked inventor.

Donald was more than shocked. He was furious and wondered how in the world he hadn't noticed this sooner.

There was only one person responsible for this: Douglas.

"Are you okay?" Bree asked as she watched Donald stomp over to the table with the blueprints and devices.

Donald didn't respond. He picked up the blueprints and read through them. Most of them were of the robots. Some were of something completely different and something that Donald had no clue or part in.

Genetically engineered bionic superhuman siblings.

Donald bit his lip as he continued to look through it.

Subject A – Super strength

Subject B – Super speed

Subject C – Superior intelligence/super senses

Donald tried to not let his anger show, but a lot of thoughts were going through his head. He put the blueprints down and turned to look at Bree. "Are you Subject B?"

Bree nodded before responding. "My name is Bree."

Donald nodded. "I know. You told me." He turned to look at the children sleeping in the capsules. "They must be Subject A and C."

"That's Adam and Chase. They're my brothers." Bree stated.

Donald looked down at the little girl again. "So, you're siblings."

Bree nodded.

"And you're genetically engineered bionic superhumans."

Bree nodded again.

"That's why I saw you run so fast. You have super speed."

Bree grinned. "Yup!"

Donald frowned as he knelt down in front of Bree and looked at her. "Bree, tell me, who created you?"

Bree opened her mouth to respond before a new voice replied.

"Donnie, what are you doing?"

Donald looked up to see Douglas standing in the doorway. He stood up and glared at his brother. "How come I never knew about this? How come you never told me?"

Douglas frowned. "I knew you'd never approve."

"You went behind my back, Douglas." Donald said. "And gave bionics to humans – to children!"

"A bionic chip implant in their necks . . ."

"Save it, Douglas!" Donald yelled. "Our prototype was supposed to be robots. Not humans. How could you do this? This wasn't part of the plan!"

"I know." Douglas replied. "But I wanted to do something myself. Without you."

"Bionic superhumans?" Donald asked. "Douglas, this is ridiculous! You're endangering the lives of children! You're changing them! They'll never be the same!"

"Who cares? They're my creations. I can do whatever I want with them." Douglas retorted.

Donald shook his head. "That is not right, Douglas. This is not how our company is supposed to be."

"We're revolutionizing technology–"

"Not like this, Douglas!" Donald yelled. "You're being careless and reckless. I'm sorry. I have no choice, but to kick you out of Davenport Industries."

Douglas's eyes widened. "What?!"

"You heard me. You're out. You're no longer welcome here. Pack your stuff up and go."

Douglas frowned. "Know this, Donnie, soon I will have my revenge!" He then stormed out of the lab.

Donald sighed as he turned around to see Bree cowered behind the table. "You can come out now."

Bree came out and walked over to the inventor. She didn't say anything.

Donald knelt down in front of the girl. "I'm sorry . . . Bree, was it?"

Bree nodded. "Yes."

Donald smiled. "That's nice. You said your brothers were Adam and Chase?"

Bree nodded again. "Yes."

"Adam, Bree, and Chase . . ." Donald murmured. "Have you been in here the whole time?"

"Yes, it's our home. That man who left was the one who came in and checked up on us." Bree answered. "But most of the time, we'd be alone. It was just us."

An idea came to Donald. It was a risky idea, but what other choice did he have? Sure, what Douglas did was wrong, but he couldn't abandon these kids, especially when they had these powers and were at the risk of being in danger. Someone had to care for them and make sure they controlled these abilities.

Someone had to be their father.

Donald looked at Bree again. "How about I take you to my home and care for you three? Would you and your brothers like that?"

A grin spread across Bree's face as she nodded. "Yes!" To the surprise of Donald, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a hug.

Donald couldn't help, but smile. "Well then, Bree, let's take you and your brothers home."

Bree's eyes were wide as she stared at the flashback. "I never knew . . . didn't remember . . . I've always wondered . . ." She had trouble finding the words since she was so shocked.

"Bree?"

Bree turned around to look at Chase. "Yes?"

Chase smiled. "Me too."

Bree nodded as she smiled too.

"So, that's what happened. That's how we ended up with Mr. Davenport." Adam said. "Now we know."

"Yeah," Bree replied. "Now we know."

"Hold up guys," Chase suddenly spoke. "There's more."

"What?" Bree turned around to see another flashback was shown. "What's this?"

"We'll find out." Chase said as he continued to watch.

A half-asleep Adam, a wide awake Bree, and a still sleeping Chase were sitting in the back of Donald's car as the inventor sat in the front, about ready to drive to his mansion. He looked back at the kids, making sure they were alright.

Bree smiled and nodded, giving him a thumbs-up.

Donald started the car and began the drive back home. As he rode down the road, a million thoughts were in his head.

How was he going to take care of these kids? Sure, he said and even promised himself he would, but Donald didn't exactly have experience with taking care of children. He wasn't married and had none of his own to care for. All he had was a giant mansion and a computer in the wall as his one and only best friend.

And he formerly had a company that he owned with his brother. Now that he had kicked Douglas out, Donald was left to work the company all on his own. He hoped he could handle it.

More importantly, he hoped he could handle taking care of three bionic superhuman siblings. He hoped he could be a good father to them.

Donald snapped out of his thoughts as he arrived at his mansion and drove into the driveway. He parked the car and looked back to see all three siblings were fast asleep. Looking at them all snuggled close together made Donald smile.

"Well, kids, here we are. This is my home and the place where all three of you will grow up."

A new thought entered Donald's head. What will these kids grow up to be? Nothing normal, that's for sure. They had bionic abilities. What could they be when they grow up?

Originally, it was supposed to be robots with bionic abilities that could do the things that regular humans couldn't, but that all changed because of Douglas.

Donald's eyes widened as he finally realized something. These siblings could use their abilities for good. They could train to go on missions and save lives. To save the world. To be the heroes no one thought possible.

"To be bionic heroes. And I will be the one to make that possible. To make you who you were meant to be. To make you who you are – genetically engineered bionic superhuman siblings."

With that thought in mind, Donald got out of the car and proceeded to get the three sleeping kids into the house.

Six months later . . .

Donald smiled from his spot at the cyber desk as he watched the three siblings play in the lab. Adam was playing with toy blocks and using his super strength to smash them into pieces. Bree was nothing, but a blur as she sped around the lab, laughing and giggling in the process. Chase was the least destructive and noisy unlike his siblings as he was just quietly sitting in the corner watching his brother and sister. It didn't look like he was doing anything, which wasn't exactly true. He was gathering and processing information, thanks to his superior intelligence.

Donald thought the lab to be his greatest creation yet. There finally was a place for the three siblings to train and use their bionics in the safest place possible, but also to have a home to live in and someone to love and care for them.

They had none of those things when he accidentally stumbled upon them and learned Douglas was the one who created them and made them bionic.

The lab had everything and anything a kid could ask for. It was Adam, Bree, and Chase's new home and a place that protected them from potential outside danger.

There was no way any harm could come to them. They had no access to the outside world, at least not until they were ready and prepared for it. For now, they stayed in the lab and Donald took care of them.

Adam had stopped playing with (or smashing) his toy blocks and had walked over to Donald, waving his hand to draw the inventor's attention. "Mr. Davenport?"

Donald looked down at Adam. "Yes, Adam?"

"I'm tired."

Donald knelt down and picked up Adam. "Alright, Adam, let's get you into your capsule. You probably just need to regenerate your bionics."

Donald later learned that those capsules he saw the kids sleeping in were crucially important to their bionic infrastructure. It regenerated their bionics and if they didn't sleep in them, their bionics would start glitching and malfunctioning. When he started building the lab in the basement of his mansion, Donald made sure to create an exact copy of the capsules he saw in the lab back in Davenport Industries. Thanks to some blueprints he snatched before leaving, he was able to successfully create three identical capsules the kids could sleep in to recharge.

As he put Adam into his capsule, Donald was surprised Bree wasn't tired yet as she was still speeding around the lab, showing no signs of slowing down or anything.

Donald was a bit tired himself. He probably could use a nap, but he didn't want to leave the kids behind at this moment.

Bree suddenly stopped speeding around the lab and she looked up at Donald, a thoughtful look on her face. She could tell the inventor was worn out and tired. And she knew exactly what she had to do.

"Mr. Davenport?"

Donald looked down to see Bree poking him in the leg and looking up at him. "What is it, Bree?"

"You go sleep. We'll be fine, I promise."

Donald smiled. "Thank you, Bree. I will."

Bree smiled back as she sped away and over to Chase, who was still sitting in the corner.

Donald yawned and made his way to the elevator. He then traveled upstairs and walked into the kitchen. Just as he was about to head to his bedroom, his cell phone went off.

"I wonder who that could be." Donald said as he answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Is this Donald Davenport?" A woman's voice spoke.

"Yes, who is this?"

"I called to inform you about Douglas."

Donald frowned. He hadn't spoken to or heard about his brother ever since he kicked him out of Davenport Industries. That was six months ago.

"My brother? We really aren't on speaking terms with each other–"

"Mr. Davenport, your brother, Douglas, has tragically died in a car accident."

Donald stopped talking. He had no words. He was speechless. His face showed no emotion.

His brother had died. And he had just found out about it.

"Mr. Davenport? Are you there?"

Donald hung up. He was no longer in the mood to talk. Instead of going to his bedroom to sleep as he originally planned, he went back into the elevator.

As he traveled back down to the lab, Donald thought about how his whole life had changed with just one phone call.

Douglas Davenport was dead. His brother was no longer alive. He died having been kicked out of his own company and not speaking or in contact with Donald.

Donald wondered if it was his fault. He never even got to say good-bye or apologize for what he had done. He never got to make amends with his brother. He had planned to, but he wasn't ready yet and he had his hands full with Adam, Bree, and Chase.

Now it was too late.

"It's not my fault." He told himself as he walked back into the lab. "Things happen."

He stopped to see Bree and Chase were sitting in the corner, leaning against each other as they had fallen asleep. Adam was still asleep in his capsule.

Donald sighed and shook his head as he walked over and picked the two siblings up. He then put them in their own capsules, making sure to not wake them up.

Putting his hand on Chase's capsule, Donald looked at the three siblings and managed to smile, despite what happened moments ago.

Douglas may have been gone and Donald was upset about it, but he realized he still had something else that was important to him.

Three bionic superhuman siblings named Adam, Bree, and Chase – the future bionic heroes of the world.

The flashback had officially ended. The Lab Rats were shocked by what they saw. They had no idea what had happened, but now that they knew, they felt sympathy for their father.

"Wow . . . I can't believe Mr. Davenport did all of that for us." Bree said. "He could've left us or gotten rid of us, but instead, he decided to keep us."

"And raised us to be the heroes we are now." Chase added. "He made us who we are."

Bree smiled. "And for that, we're really grateful."

"Do you think he knows that?" Adam asked.

"He should." Bree stated. "But just in case, let's go tell him." Not wanting to wait any longer, she snapped her fingers and all three of them disappeared.

So, what did you think? Reviews are appreciated! Thanks to everyone for reading! I'd like to give a special shout-out to TKDP for always reviewing and being the inspiration for this story! If it wasn't for her Mighty Med story, this Lab Rats story probably wouldn't exist! I'd also like to give a special shout-out to Leo Corp for reading and giving such awesome, fun reviews! You are awesome as well! Shout-out to all my other readers and reviewers too! Thank you so much for reading, reviewing, following, and favoriting! I'll see you all in the next chapter of Dream Traveling! :D