"Adam, no," Bree chokes out, staring at the broken pieces of her chip on the floor. She's not really sure, actually, why it resonates so much with her— wasn't she going to do the same thing? Watching Adam destroy the source of her bionics is different, though, worlds away from destroying it herself. He doesn't even have a choice, someone else is pulling the reins. But who? "Chase, use your Override App. Knock him out until we can figure out what's going on." Behind her, her little brother is silent. "Chase?"

Bree turns to look at him; he's hunched over with one hand over his face, shaking his head back and forth. He looks like he's in pain, struggling— and then it stops. He straightens up, stiffens up, opens his eyes.

They're glowing green.

So Bree takes his advice from two minutes ago— she gets out of there, as fast as she can. No super speed, but she's fast enough to get to the elevator and slam the close button before Chase and Adam can get to her. As she stands there, panting, listening to the elevator car jolt upward, she wonders if it's just a matter of time before the Triton App gets her, too. Her chip's mangled, but Douglas said the Triton App could work on anyone now.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand on end when it occurs to her that someone else might have been in the lab, crouching behind a barrel or around the corner, directing Adam and Chase like they were nothing more complex than toy racing cars.

Bree flings herself out of the elevator when it reaches the living room. Mr. Davenport's kicked back on the couch, nodding off as "How It's Made" hums from the TV.

"Mr. Davenport," she hisses, lurching toward him. "Mr. Davenport, get up, I need help. It's Adam and Chase, they're—"

"Whoa, hey," he says, jolting upward from his half-awake state. "Mm, what's going on, princess?"

"Adam and Chase are being controlled by the Triton App," she says, desperate. "And Adam smashed my chip."

He smooths his hair back down and looks more awake. Slowly, he smiles a little. "Sweetie, you had a bad dream," he says, and he sounds so convincing and fatherly and she so wants it to be true. "Why don't you make some cocoa and sit with me for a bit? They were showing how they make ballpoint pens."

"No, Mr. Davenport, I didn't have a nightmare," she says, and even without her bionics she chatters fast. "I mean, I did, but then I woke up and Adam was gone except he was there except he was under the Triton App and now so is Chase and they could be up here any second and I don't know what to do." She flails. "And I can't use bionics because Adam—"

"Adam smashed your chip," Mr. Davenport says, suddenly somber as he realizes she's serious. "Adam's under the Triton App. Chase too." He's on his feet, looking like he's ready to fight. (They both know Adam could crush him just as easily as he crushed Bree's chip.) "Let's get Leo and Tasha and head up the hill, we need to get the students."

At that moment, Tasha totters down the stairs in a silky bathrobe and matching head scarf, blinking sleep out of her eyes. "Donald? You coming to bed?" She blinks. "Oh, hey, Bree. What are you doing up?"

"No time to explain," Mr. Davenport says. "Adam and Chase are under the Triton App and Adam broke Bree's chip. We have to get out of the house." He pauses. "Okay, I guess there was time to explain."

"Hold up," Tasha says, one hand on the bannister. "Are you saying the kids are being mind-controlled again? Can't they get shots or something for this?"

Mr. Davenport sighs. "We'll talk later." Then Douglas steps in the front door, and for a moment everyone's so flustered that no one asks what he was doing outside. "Douglas! The kids are in trouble. We have to… we have to get…" His voice peters off into sudden, deafening silence as his eyes land on the too-familiar remote in his brother's hand. "Why do you have that?"

Douglas grins. "Because I'm taking back my kids, Donnie."

"I'm sorry."

They've been working in silence for the most part, painstakingly going through every line of code on Douglas' Triton App in search of something they can use against Krane. (With Krane's updates, though, it's probably a lost cause.) Donald's surprised to hear his brother's voice, and even more surprised to hear an apology. "For what?"

"Pick something," Douglas sighs, shooting a look at Donald. "I did enough. Look, they're good kids, and I'm grateful to you for raising them up right. But I get that I seriously screwed up, Donnie. I should've been open with you from the start."

Donald scoffs. "Yeah, you should've," he says without looking up from his monitor. But then his expression softens. "Thanks for… for saying that."

"I just… I wish I had never gotten involved with Krane," Douglas says. "Or… or I wish that after I faked my death, I'd stayed fake-dead. I shouldn't have tried to get involved in the kids' lives, not after messing them up so much in the beginning."

Donald reaches over and awkwardly places his hand on top of his little brother's. "You can't change the past," he says. "What matters is you're here now. And once we get Bree back… we can all be a family. Finally."

"Oh no," Douglas says in mock surprise. "You mean silly old Uncle Dougie was faking it this whole time?" He snickers, and it sounds so much crueler than the guy Bree knows, even in the days when he was kidnapping them and blowing up the lab. Was this what he meant when he said he was tricky? "Come on, Donnie, how many times are you gonna fall for this same old shtick? 'Let's be a family again.' Please." He aims the Triton App remote at Donald like it's a gun. "We weren't ever family and you know it."

"No!" Bree exclaims, jumping in front of Mr. Davenport, but what the heck is she going to do? If he uses the App on her, he can just make her step aside. He can make her kill Mr. Davenport with her own two hands. He can make her fight Adam and Chase.

Her whole body feels like ice as it sinks in— Douglas can make her do anything he can imagine, and she's powerless in every sense of the word.

"I want you to really get what's happening here," Douglas rolls on, enunciating every word just a little too much. "Donnie, you invited me into your home. You were practically begging for this to happen."

For the moment, Mr. Davenport ignores his brother. Bree's still in front of him, like she's trying to guard him from Douglas. "Bree," he says, quietly, quietly, one hand just grazing her arm. "Run."

For once in her life, Bree actually listens to him. She sprints out of the living room, ducks around Douglas, and rushes out the front door as fast as her legs can take her. Running without the aid of super speed is always going to feel like a drag, but she's fast enough for the wind to rush past her, fast enough for her heart to pound like a gong in her chest. She pushes herself up the hill toward the Harrington house, the sight of the living room she left behind, Douglas with the Triton App remote pointed at Mr. Davenport and Tasha panicked on the stairs, burned into her memory like an afterimage.

A/N: Whaaaaaaaaaat? Reviews are appreciated. Will update soon.