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Okay, sorry guys –I know I promised fluff- but I was just watching the news with my mum and it was about this abduction/kidnapping thing that occurred sometime in the 90s out in Bathurst (Aus) and then one thought led to another and this was born. The Lovely Bones was also a bit of an influence...even though I'm not really sure if the final chapter has anything that really reflects the book in it...

WARNING: Someone being abducted, STRANGER DANGER, slight violence (but not really...more part 2, if you want a second chapter of this, that is), creepy dude, freaking out parent, OCs etc. You get the picture, this does have Chase being abducted, so it's not going to be the most cheerful chapter...YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

ENJOY :) (Wow, it sounds weird telling someone to enjoy a chapter about a teenager being abducted...)

It happened after the debate. Mr Davenport couldn't pick him up, so Chase volunteered to walk the five and a half kilometers home, it wasn't that far away, and he was in a group. Bree, Adam and Leo had skipped off after the bell, but Chase had stayed in the hall to take part in an epically terrible debate. Honesty, the other team had speeches that gave off the air of 'panicked last minute car notes' it was that bad.

They left the school around five at night with the sky riddled with little rain clouds. But no one really noticed nor cared about it at the time, just like they remained oblivious to how the darkness had begun weaving a thick web of black around them.

They were all drunk off of their win, joking and quoting snippets of the opposing team's case, at that moment they all felt so young and indomitable, united once more over their shared love of proving people wrong.

Chase was indescribably joyful, sure he was standing amongst students whose loyalty was easily shaken, but, that whole bullying fiasco had occurred months ago, and they were all human, right? It's an undeniable fact they we all make mistakes, have an error in our judgement calls. Even the best of us.

Julie had gotten home fairly quickly, her house was only a block away from school – she was the first to bid her fellow debaters a safe journey home, give them all an awkward fist and turn down her street.

Matt left a little while later, his mum had pulled up next to them and picked him up, offering everyone a lift that they all politely declined. Sure it was most likely offered out of formality, but why hadn't he taken it?

After Matt left there was only Timothy, Susanna and Chase left. They hadn't debated, Susanna had stayed after school to show her support and Timothy was the timekeeper- considering they were the affirmative team and had to provide one. The two had complimented Chase on his use of analogies and emotive language, it kept the mood surrounding the trio light. Compliments led to them all effortlessly falling into an in-depth discussion about persuasive techniques and how they thought the adjudicator was partially biased towards the other team, most likely out of pity, but ultimately made an impartial ruling.

Before Chase knew it Susanna had been walked to her door by an overly enthusiastic Timothy –please call me Tim– McWiggins. After that, Chase made the detour to walk with his final fellow debater to his house.

They decided that it was best to stay together for as long as possible, continue their flowing discussion. Besides, it was probably an easier walk for Chase considering he only had to continue down the main road and take a right turn to get home. It was a rather ingenious plan, really, and it wasn't like the off route trip put Chase too far behind his self-imposed schedule.

So the two continued with their amicable conversations, exchanging pleasantries and dancing around the last few months like it was a Pandora's Box they were waiting for the other to open.

Finally they hit Timothy's street. They stood there for a moment, both wondering when the moment was the most appropriate to go their separate ways.

"Are you sure you don't want a lift? I mean it's only," the lanky boy glanced down at wristwatch, "five twenty three. I'm sure Mum'll be happy to drop you home."

Chase waved the offer off, "I don't want to cause an unnecessary hassle, I'm sure Mrs McWiggins is busy making dinner. Besides it's only a short walk- fifteen minutes tops."

Tim scratched the back of his head, obviously not wanting to leave his friend (well everyone was still unsure about what this debate meant….whether or not Chase was their friend once more.) outside alone.

"The street lights are only just turning on now, I know where I'm going. I'll text you when I get home, okay? I'll be fine," I'm bionic, Chase almost wanted to add.

In a small little town like this, with super abilities like Chase's- it was almost comical how Timothy worried over him, obviously seeing the weak and nerdy façade he presented to everyone at school on a daily basis.

This seemed to qualm some of the boy's concerns, he nodded happily and almost turned into his street- when a car pulled up.

"Excellent debate boys," the teenage driver commented, "Obviously it was a massacre, but I never really expected much from Kensburg anyways. My brother wrote his speech in the car he was so unorganised."

The boys turned around and saw the male, Senior by the looks, smiling good-naturedly at them from the driver's seat. Timothy grinned and shrugged it off as another small town person being friendly, but Chase immediately gave the teenager and his car a thorough analysis:

Kensburg beanie, cue cards in his centre console and reading book tucked away in the side of the vehicle – a romance novel with a pink bookmark. The car was a small, red, compact little thing, and paint cans were neatly stacked along the back seats. The guy's dirty fingernails were lightly clutching the wheel. Chase could vaguely remember the kid standing at the back of the hall, looking uninterested in his obscure band t-shirt.

All signs pointed to the kid driving his brother to the debate in his mum's car, but where was the brother? Chase quickly shook the question off as him being too paranoid, this was just a regular student pulling up to tell him 'good job', it had happened before. Chase was just looking too deeply into things. But what did he think could go wrong, anyway?

"Thanks sir," Timothy nodded, smiling politely.

"Sir? Please," the teen snorted, "I only went because my brother needed a lift, went over to a mates house afterwards- nice of him not to tell me, 'hung around all bloody debate for him and I could have done a drop and run- but nah," the kid shook his shaggy haired head, "usually debates sucks, but you guys had some pretty inventive ways of calling my brother's team uneducated idiots. I give you props."

Both boys nodded politely, immediately thinking of the shameful speeches issued by the Kensburg team, trying to place which speaker best fitted the older boy driving the car. They both concluded on different kids, but never conferred.

The three stayed in their respective positions for a long moment.

"So yeah. This is awkward…." The teenager finally broke the silence, smacked his lips and tapped at his wheel.

Chase gave an awkward laugh, waiting for the boy to drive off, when suddenly it started raining- bucketing really. The driver swore and flicked his windscreen wipers on.

"That was sudden," the teen chuckled before giving the boys a once over, "you guys don't want a lift, do you?"

"No thanks," Timothy replied in a clipped and formal tone, strange, before Chase even thought about opening his mouth, "We're almost home, aren't we bro?"

"Uh, yeah?" It came out like a question as the youngest Davenport tried to piece together what his questionable friend was doing.

"Suit yourselves," the driver hummed as the rain increased in both volume and intensity.

"Come back to my place, hang out for a while –we can drive you home," Timothy grabbed Chase's arm and pulled him close to huff out in his ear.

The youngest Davenport shook his head, "I have to get home sooner rather than later," training had been postponed until six and Chase either needed to take the lift or start walking now.

"All the more reason to come back with me, my mum can just quickly drive you down, or we can get you an umbrella."

Why was Tim going crazy about getting a lift? It was going to be five point four eight minutes in a car before he was home.

"Chase?" Timothy said, successfully making his name sound like a question and a warning all at once, before shaking his head, "we shouldn't get into a car with a stranger."

Chase hesitated for a moment, searching back to see if Mr Davenport had ever mentioned something like that. No, he hadn't, so it mustn't be that big a deal, just Timothy being weird. He had no idea what his questionable friend was even worried about, what's the worst that could happen, the guy would get lost on the way to Chase's house? Highly unlikely.

"Stranger?" The teen interrupted, obviously catching Timothy's hushed whispers….impressive hearing, "Dude, I know exactly who he is. We live like a street away from each other, I'm on Flender's - Davenport, yeah?"

The boy in questioned nodded in affirmation, searching his brain for memories of the teen, and…yes, he'd run into the guy at the milk bar that morning and last Saturday, both times when he was picking up some milk for Tasha. The Davenports drank a lot of milk.

"Yeah, it's fine- I know him."

Timothy gave an unimpressed look, but shrugged when he got tag teamed by two sets of questioning eyes, "Whatever. Text me when you get home, okay."

He didn't sound very happy about it though, actually he sounded fairly nervous.

"Yeah, sure," Chase muttered distractedly as he shuffled around to the passenger side, opening the door.

"Chase?" Timothy shuffled on his feet, biting his lip until the bionic made eye contact, "I'm serious, text me."

He must have picked up the slight tremor in his companions voice, because instead of rolling his eyes Chase smiled and put all the reassurance he could into two words: "I will."

Donald was pacing backwards and forwards in front of the couch. Adam and Leo making moving motions with their hands whenever he blocked their vision of the television, but obscuring their vision of some rugby game they could easily rewind was nowhere near as concerning as his late son.

It had started out with them all waiting around the dining room table, having an early dinner before training, waiting for Chase to get back from his debate. But when he didn't come they assumed he was taking his time and began eating without him.

At six Donald had clucked at his watch and told Adam and Bree to change into their training gear, that their brother would be home any minute.

When it hit six thirty Donald was worried but ultimately swallowed down his anxiety, Chase probably stayed at someone's house- it was raining after all….but it was when Donald tried to call his youngest, ready to reprimand him for not calling, when he started panicking. The phone rang out.

"Maybe he just left it somewhere, you know Chase…..maybe he didn't hear it?" Tasha tried, rubbing her husband's arm comfortingly when he first began showing signs of nervousness.

"Not hear?" Bree snorted, coming up from the lab to see why they hadn't started training yet, but when she saw her father's worried face she quickly changed her attitude, "the debate probably ran overtime and they got held up in the hall because of the rain. I can run over, take a look around if you want?"

Donald nodded at Bree, who quickly sped out of the door.

"Why are you worried?" Tasha murmured into Donald's ear, "He's bionic, he fights ninja's as a recreational activity, he can handle a little rain."

"I made him walk home, I was too busy working on that electromagnetic field dispenser," Mr Davenport bit his lip.

"He would have walked back in a group, Chase is a smart kid, I'm sure Bree'll come back with him. He was probably stopped over at Timothy or Matt's house," she reassured, picking up the phone, "do you want me to call them?"

Bree took that moment to run back into the house, bent over and panting into her knees, "I…I ran…a-all over…town," she puffed out, between deep breaths, "N-no sign."

Tasha wordlessly dialled the Alicay's number. Donald silently wondered whether it was time to tell the kid's about their dad….this could be Douglas, after all.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Do- Hi Charlotte, it's Tasha-," she tried to warn her husband, who was obviously already jumping to the worst possible conclusions, before Mrs Alicay picked up and she cut herself off to start talking to Matt's mother.

Chase knew something was wrong when he felt that the teen driving the car had no intentions of slowing down at the turn off for his street. All of the over cockiness for being bionic and elation from his debate disappeared in an instant.

The little red car sped passed the turn off and kept driving.

"Uh, Josh, you missed the turn off," Chase chuckled, some part of his brain telling him to use the name the teen had supplied. He tried to turn the situation into a joke, an honest mistake, just to stop the burning sensation in his nose from blowing up and sending him into panic mode.

Bree liked to joke that Chase turned into Rudolph, some fictional reindeer, when he got seriously anxious. But reindeer resemblance or not, all the youngest Davenport knew was that his burning nose was a warning system that went off when something wasn't quite right.

"I know," Josh's voice was different, it was more steely and gravely- courser that the happy and youthful tone he'd played around with before.

"Josh?"

The teenager tightened his hand on the steering wheel, but said nothing.

Chase took a glance in the rear-view mirror and saw a shovel and toolbox lying on the floor of the backseat. He could just be renovating, right?

"Josh, c-can you please stop the car," he grimaced at how small and pathetic his voice came out, like a frightened little mouse.

"But isn't that what you are?"

"I want to show you something," was the only gruff reply he got.

"Well I don't want to see it, I want you to pull over, NOW!"

The phone in the centre console rang, Josh reached across and answered it before Chase could make a grab for it. All the bionic caught was the start of the person's name 'D' something.

"Yeah…..I got him….Nah, it's funny…Yeah, he does…..It's great to watch their reactions when they realise….okay….got it…..bye," Josh grinned maliciously down the line, contorting his face into an expression even the best actors couldn't capture, before he hung up.

"….Your name's not Josh, is it?"

"Nope."

"You're not taking me home either," it wasn't a question.

"You catch on fast."

"Am, uh, am I ever going to, you know, go home?"

Josh laughed, reached across and ruffled Chase's hair, "what do you think, Chasey-boy?"

The youngest Davenport gulped. He'd never been prepared for a situation like this, all he had was instincts.

What to do…What to do?
Spike?
Molecular Kinesis?
Contact Bree and Adam?
Reasoning?

The option list looked promising, he was smart, the smartest person alive, he was bionic- he had this.

"Here," the teenager, or young adult -whatever he was- shoved Chase's phone in his hand, breaking him out of his thoughts, "I want you to text that kid and tell him you got home safe. Do it, now."

Chase let out a shaky laugh, staring at the phone in his palm for a moment in stunned, dumb confusion. This was the perfect opportunity to call the police, call Mr Davenport, call anyone- and all he could do was look at his mobile. When Chase didn't act fast enough, Josh slammed his head into the dashboard. He felt his nose, blood was trickling out of.

Chase shakily clutched his phone and flicked it on, glancing across at Josh, who was shooting him a 'try me' smile. He made his decision and opened up a new text.

To: Timothy McWiggins

Got home safe.

"See you tomorrow," Josh added, glancing across at Chase's screen.

"Will I though?"

"That's not the point."

To: Timothy McWiggins

Got home safe.
See ya tomorrow,
C.D.

Chase hit send. "Done."

"Good," Josh snatched his phone away and threw it over into the back somewhere. They were back in silence again.

There was a time when he could hear his phone ringing in the backseat, Josh sent Chase a sideways look- but even though every instinct told him to make a grab for the phone, he knew he wouldn't be able to grab it fast enough….and staying on Josh's good side increased his chance of survival.

Instead, Chase took the silence as an opportunity to focus, send a message out to Adam and Bree. He composed a basic message, coordinates, situation and how they needed to get here ASAP.
An error notice flashed before his eyes. He tried again. Chase could feel his heart beat accelerate and his breath quicken, why wasn't it working?

Commando App: ACTIVATED

Chase let out a relieved sigh, for once he was glad to see Spike come out and-

Commando App: DEACTIVATED

What?

Commando App: ACTIVATED

Commando App: DEACTIVATED

The words kept jumping around across his vision, switching over almost as quickly as they appeared. He tried to contact Spike, but all he got was static.

"Spike! PLEASE?" Chase mentally begged, praying for a reply.

"COME ON! I need you…."

Chase had never been completely cut off from Spike for as long as he could remember, "…Spike?"

Finally the static parted enough, but not for anything logical to come through, "Ca….wn."

"What?"

"C…..d….."

"I don't understand you!"

But then the static took over fully and he knew Spike was lost. His messages wouldn't send and he couldn't concentrate long enough to use his Molecular Kinesis…..he tried but his brain was too busy panicking. Even with the most efficiently functioning brain in the world, he couldn't stop it from being overrun by fear…because truthfully, Chase was utterly terrified.

"Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise."

"Why me?"

Chase received a shrug.

"How did you know I'd get in the car with you?"

"I didn't."

"Oh."

"I scouted you out at the milk bar last Saturday, made sure to make a repeat appearance, makes me a familiar face, more trustworthy. Followed you home once, to make sure I knew where you lived. I found out you were having a debate, stole some kid's beanie so I looked like I was from the other school. Kids trust other school kids, don't ask me why. I stood inside the doors and then waited. I was going to just grab you, but I always try to give 'em an option, it creates less of a scene."

"This was premeditated?"

"Obviously," there was a snort, "and here I was thinking you were smart."

"Do you do this often?"

"All the time. It's easier in these types of towns, everyone just trusts each other."

"…..Will I ever see my family again?"

There was a dark chuckle, "you're funny. Didn't your daddy ever tell you not to talk to strangers, let alone get in their car?"

No. No he didn't.

None of the debating families had heard from Chase since he left their respective children. However, the only 'hope', which subsequently filled every member of the household with dread, came from Timothy.

His mother had placed him on the phone when he started yammering on about how Chase had to be home and how it was all his fault.

"-He said he knew him, I was worried at first but then Chase sent me a text saying he got home okay. I thought he got home okay!" There was hushed whispering on the other side of the phone as Mrs McWiggins tried to calm her son down.

"Tim? Do you remember what the car looked like?" Donald gritted his teeth as he tried to stop himself from screaming down the line.

How could Timothy let Chase get into that car? Why would Chase do it in the first place? Who was this guy, did he know Douglas, was that it?

"Red lancer, I remember the numberplate," Timothy then proceeded to ramble off a string of numbers and letters, which Donald immediately searched.

The plates were stolen.

"Any luck tracing Chase's signal?" Mr Davenport called across to Leo and Bree, who were bent over another computer trying to triangulate Chase's location via chip.

"No. The signal keeps fluctuating, whenever we get close there's a flare and we lose it again, what's wrong with his chip?"

"Nothing," Donald breathed out, much to the confusion of the two teenagers he had opposite him.

Donald was right, there was nothing wrong with the chip itself, but the person it was inside. Mr Davenport could practically envision all of the horrible scenarios that could have Chase panicking so much that his brainwaves were interfering with his chips signal.

"What?" Leo asked in confusion, "Isn't that a good thing? His chips fine."

Donald grimaced, "No, it most certainly is not a good thing."

Unless Chase calmed down he wouldn't be able to access any of his abilities to get him out of that situation. Unless he calmed down, Donald dreaded to think of the consequences.

So, what do you think? Do you think it was Douglas or just some random guy abducting him? (Which would you prefer?) This fic will have 2 parts if you're interested in the second. Don't worry, Chase has...or forms...a plan! (That's more where it starts reflecting the news story I watched).

I know, I know, It's little (a lot) darker than usual. ( I did rate this 'T' just in case I ended up writing something dark).
But I just had this idea that would not move out of the way...it was a VERY STUBBORN idea...

Okay, so since Davenport had the lab rats in well...a lab...he probably didn't have the need to teach them all of the life lessons- like look both ways before crossing the street and 'stranger danger'- so Chase is EXTREMELY OBTUSE when it comes to those subjects. That's why he was so willing to get into the car of someone he didn't really know.

His debating buddy, of course, saw the warning signs but didn't really think it was his place to intervene when both his friend and the 'teenager' were adamant that they weren't strangers...dropping street names also backed up the story...

Donald, obviously FREAKED when he figured out something was wrong. But not as much as Chase, who went into PANIC MODE. So I thought that his panicking could stop Spike being able to appear (overwhelmed) which is why Spike tried to tell Chase to "CALM DOWN". Especially since his bionics don't work when he's so anxious and unfocus...sy. (But I briefly explained that in the chapter.)

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