Commando App Disengaged. Chase saw his three least favorite words flash across his vision for the fourth time that day. The first time, he was told that Spike learned to play video games. Which was weird. The second time Spike had trashed his home and hurt his family. The third time, he had come out after Chase's levitation glitch. And then this time Spike was the glitch.

Chase sighed, simply tired of it all. He was tired of being bored, he was tired of glitching all the time, and he was tired of being lonely. He had tried sleeping, but he kept being awoken by glitches. So now he was also tired physically.

He stumbled to his feet, stretching out his limbs and loosening his joints. Spike had gotten his adrenaline pumping, but this time the app hadn't used it. That meant that Chase would just have to work the fidgets out of his system himself.

Chase set himself in the ready stance that he assumed when he started a hand-to-hand combat duel, using his holograph ability to project an opponent that he had created earlier that day. It wasn't anywhere near as advanced as what Mr. Davenport had, but Chase knew that he would have plenty of time to perfect it.

The hologram attacked the bionic, and Chase parried the blow, finding it awkward that he couldn't actually feel the insubstantial program. The two battled it out, Chase simply going through the motions. This program was much too easy for him.

He gave another sigh - this time in defeat - as he ended the hologram. He resigned to just practicing the basic forms of the martial arts he knew, looking to perfect his technique. He progressively sped up, making his way through the more and more complex forms, working up a sweat as he did so.

Chase was interrupted by the sound of metal being cut by a laser, and his head whipped around to see that someone was in fact trying to break into the room. "No, stop it Adam! You can't let me out; I might hurt you!" Chase shouted.

There was no reply - which Chase thought was strange - and in a matter of moments the metal came crashing inwards, revealing Douglas standing in the rectangular hole. "Surprise, surprise!" the evil genius said with a smirk.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" Chase asked, dumbfounded.

"I have a special GPS signal in your chip that only I can track, and I saw that you were out here and staying out here. Further investigation confirmed that you were planning to stay here for the rest of your life," Douglas explained.

"Stalker," Chase coughed.

Douglas glowered at his biological son, saying "I keep tabs on all three of you! And I care about ya, which is why I came out here."

"How did you even make it this far?"

"Psssh, are you kidding me? Ol' Donnie doesn't have a thing I can't hack. I disabled all of the security systems for the island and simply walked right in."

"Why'd you cut your way into the room then?"

"Who wouldn't use their metal-cutting laser whenever they had the opportunity? And besides, it looks cooler."

Chase rolled his eyes at the man's immaturity. "So, you have a reason for being here? Just spit it out so I can get rid of you."

"I want to know why you're out here."

"All your stalking prowess, and you couldn't figure out the obvious?"

"It's research," Douglas argued. "And by the way, all my information is restricted to what I have access to on the records. But I think I know what it is."

"What?"

"You're sick of being pushed around by your older siblings, you're tired of being unappreciated and feeling like the least powerful, because they don't understand the true supremacy of intelligence," Douglas said smugly.

"Really," Chase said sarcastically. "Tell me more why I would lock myself up if that was the reason."

Douglas opened his mouth, but closed it again, at a loss for words. "Well, I, uh, can give you all the powers you've ever dreamed of," he offered weakly.

"You don't get it, do you?"

"No, I really don't. You're crazy, kid, to lock yourself up."

"Is it really that crazy? I locked myself up because I'm too powerful."

"That doesn't make sense! You could have anything and everything you ever wanted, but instead you put yourself under the lock and throw away the key? That really is crazy."

"Maybe for you, but my family has been hurt by my power, and I can't let it happen again," Chase replied with stubborn conviction. His expression made clear that he was determined to remain resolute.

Douglas picked this up, and genuinely intrigued, he asked "How? How did you hurt them?"

Chase scowled at his true father's enthusiasm, but he bluntly told him anyways: "Spike keeps coming out and he nearly killed Adam and Bree a couple of times. And now I keep glitching dangerously."

"Ha! That's why you locked yourself up?"

"Got a better idea?" Chase snapped.

"Yeah, I would just remove Spike, if I were you. You obviously don't need him."

Chase ignored the flattery, saying "We already tried that; that's why I'm here now."

"But who tried to remove the app? Donnie? You know he's not as smart as I am – and besides, I'm the one who designed your chips. Why couldn't I remove the app?"

Chase looked interested in this, but he was still undecided.

Sensing the boy's indecision, Douglas added "I'll even throw in the power upgrade for you."

"At what cost?" Chase asked suspiciously.

"To come back to your dad, of course! And that's not a cost by the way – it's a benefit! I love you (I can love you better than Donnie can), so what do you say that you come back to your pop?"

"We've already been through this, Douglas – I'm not betraying my family."

"I am your family!"

"You made me the mess I am now! You're the one who put that stupid commando app on my chip in the first place, so if you really cared about me, you'd just remove it because you owe it to me!" Chase exclaimed.

Douglas looked away, sighing. "Alright, I'll remove it and let you go."

"Really?" Chase asked incredulously.

"Yes, you're right. I owe it to you. Will you let me fix your chip?"

After a long moment of the bionic trying to decide whether Douglas was lying or not, Chase finally relented, saying "Okay, I'll go with you. Just remove Spike, and nothing more. Then I'm out."

"Deal," Douglas said, shaking Chase's hand firmly.

AN: Douglas.

That's all I'm going to say about the story. As usual, thanks for all of the reviews, favorites, and follows! And that is it for this short authors note - be ready for Chapter 15!