A/N: Welcome to No Going Back Part 1. Honestly, I was very interested in it, and I had great ideas with where to go with this, so this turned out much longer than I had originally planned. Overall that is. The first part is close to six thousand words. Since I'm not doing You Posted What, I might be adding some parts of that into part 2 of No Going Back. Due to No Going Back's storyline, which seems like You Posted What, I'm having to redo Sink or Swim entirely, which will take quite a while to add my changes in there because I'm certain that I won't have the docking bit and Victor Krane, which sadly means that I won't be having Adam say, "Sir, we're not stowaways. We're cruisers. I'm Bob Dunwoody from Tampa, Florida; this is my wife, Joan, and our lovely daughter, Piper." It's either that or not write it at all.

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(1): I'm not sure if that is the right term.

(2): Thanks to BeautifulSupernova for helping me come up with a new name.

The wind was blowing against the tree I was leaning on that chilly November afternoon. I sighed as I leaned farther down the tree in our backyard. Picking up a piece of grass, I started to chew on it. This is the life. My junior year is underway and I have no worries about anything. Except for exercising. I am on the track team and it is a requirement that we run a couple miles every day. My muscles were growing, my billionaire father and his brother had upgraded the house, and girls who found me disgusting not even a year ago were asking me out on dates!

Scientists go on and on about how changing the future can be disastrous. Right now, that is living blasphemy. Back in the original timeline, I was weak as a dog, and unpopular. I was voted 'Least Likely to Never Get a Most Likely'. After manipulating the timeline, I was voted 'Most Likely to Save Someone's Life', as well as two other 'Most Likely' awards. Yeah, changing things worked out well. The downside was that I now had a new enemy I knew nothing about.

I was originally supposed to face Victor Krane, but someone delivered his dead body to me in a crate, and I have no idea of knowing who sent it. So really the threat was still out there somewhere. I was anxious more than anything else. Worried, too.

Douglas created Adam, Bree, and Chase years ago at Davenport Industries with my dad, Donald. When Douglas tried to sell the creations as bionic weapons, Dad stepped in, stole Adam, Bree, and Chase, and raised them in his own lab, where they stayed there for fifteen years. While Adam, Bree, and Chase were with Douglas, Douglas created an android, Marcus, and trained him to steal Adam, Bree, and Chase back for him, as the FBI wanted him.

Because I was from the future, I knew about that plan, and managed to get the two on friendly terms. I also managed to convince Big D to turn Marcus into a bionic instead of an android. That was because I figured we would need Marcus due to Victor Krane, but now that Krane was dead, I had no idea what to do with him. Not a clue.

The vibrating of my cellphone interrupted my musings. Looking at the caller ID, I smirked and answered, "Hey, Cally."

Calla Parker was on the other end of the line. She had a crush on me, but I was too in love with Bree with return her feelings. Calla was like my second sister, only she wasn't related to us. The reason she was like my second sister was because of her position as Lab Assistant. I was one of few people that liked to tease her. She hated the name Cally.

"Leo, you know I hate that name," Calla grumbled.

I couldn't help but laugh given the situation. The way she said it, I had a feeling that she didn't actually mind. Still, she sounded as if she was trying to hide a blush on the other end. "I know. So, what's up?"

"Not much. Jaden and I are hanging out with our dad. He decided to throw a surprise visit, so we're glad that he is here," Calla stated.

I nodded. I had heard about Michael Parker making a surprise appearance. Adam had been the one to inform me, as he and Calla were each other's date to the festival. I did not see that coming, nor did Bree and Chase. Anyways, Michael Parker must have said something, as Adam's face was heated when he arrived back. "That's cool. Look, I'm sorry about that awkward dinner a couple of nights ago."

"It's fine. You had your concussion and was still discombobulated with everything. What did I find surprising was the way Ocean had wanted to rip Adam's head off!"

I chuckled, remembering the moment clearly. Yet another one of "Let's make fun of Chase" dinners had reared its ugly face. Bree had joined in with bashing Chase. Because I was on a concussion during that time, I wasn't thinking straight and I joined in. That wasn't the wisest idea, seeing as how I got the stink eye from Ocean that day. In fact, Ocean was Chase's date to the Halloween festival. Wow!

Unfortunately, like the Davenport's lives, things got complicated when Ocean and Chase got kidnapped and held prisoner at a library. When Adam, Bree, Calla, and I arrived at the library, no bad guy was there, and both Chase and Ocean got off uninjured. The only clue left behind was a list of names, one of them being Chase. After seeing the list had some very familiar names on it, we were all scared out of our minds. I don't think any one of slept well that night, not even Calla whose father had stopped by for a surprise visit.

"Yeah, I find that surprising. Then again, according to Maddie, Ocean doesn't like people being bullied. I guess you can make a guess from there, can't you?"

"Yeah, I can. Ocean has a crush on Chase. What ever happened to Chase last night?"

"According to Tasha, Ocean kissed Chase. He's finally got a girlfriend," I stated.

There was silence on the other end of the line. However, after a few seconds, Calla whispered, "Wow."

"I know. I guess some people have to pay up."

Having not heard of the bet my family and I made, I told her what we were betting about and the amounts. "I'll bet Tasha won't like that," Calla commented, which earned a laugh from me.

"No she won't. Fortunately, I don't think I have to pay Adam anything," I admitted. "Otherwise, I'd be down $50." I spotted Douglas out of the corner of my eye and I knew I had to wrap up this conversation. "Well, dinner is ready, so I should get going. I'll see you tomorrow."

"All right, Leo. I'll see you then."

I hung up after Calla said that and I followed Douglas into the kitchen, eager to tell my siblings about the prize. Just as I suspected, no one was happy, not even me. Of course, that was because, according to Chase, he had not come to that decision yet. So nobody had to pay up. Not yet anyways.

Shortly after dinner, an alarm blared. Chase looked at me and then at my mom. "Looks like we got to take this."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, but I expect to hear the juicy details of the kiss when I get back."

Chase's face turned red before he dashed down into the lab.

IHL

Chase's POV

Well, that was certainly embarrassing. I was not looking forward to telling Leo, let alone anyone about the kiss. The reason for that was that I didn't kiss Ocean back. Then again, that bold move took me by surprise. I never suspected she liked me, even with all the time we spent together. Why didn't she straight out tell me?

"What's the mission, Mr. Davenport?" Bree asked, interrupting my train of thought.

"There's a bit of hostage situation over at Pint's Crest," Mr. Davenport informed. "I don't have any information on the hostage, however. There will be probably be armed guards, so be careful."

"All right, Mr. Davenport. You can count on us," I stated.

"Wait, where's Pint's Crest?" Adam questioned.

"I'll give you the coordinates on the way," Mr. Davenport promised. "Now get moving. There's no telling how out of control this is going to get."

I quickly headed to the capsule to don my uniform, as I was well aware that Bree would question what happened with Ocean while on our way there. Adam would take the time to make fun of the situation. I knew I couldn't let that happen.

Sure enough, Bree asked for the details with my kiss with Ocean when in the car. I wasn't that surprised. After all, she loved gossip and relationships. I sighed. "I'd rather not discuss it right now. It's really embarrassing."

"Chase, it's not embarrassing. It's big news! A girl actually like-likes you!" Bree squealed and playfully punched my side.

"I know, but like I said at dinner, I'm not ready to say I love her. I love someone else."

"Do we know them?"

I pretended to think about that. Do Adam and Bree know Bree? "You definitely do."

"Then you are crazy! No other female is going to love you, let alone date you. Ocean loves you! She's not going to dump you for Adam. Although, I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Ocean knows I like someone else. She told me I needed to be certain before I tell…" I trailed off. 'You,' I thought.

"Well, what if that other girl doesn't feel the same way?"

I almost felt my heart stop. Bree doesn't love me? Oh, who am I kidding? Bree would never love me, not romantically anyways. "I figured as much. However, she's worth it. Can we drop the subject, Bree?" I interjected before Bree could open her mouth to comment on my love life.

"Can you at least tell me about the kiss? Never mind," Bree commented once she noted my disapproving face.

At last, we arrived at Pint's crest. As soon as I stepped outside, I heard a humming sound coming from nearby. Instinctively, I commanded my team to a stop before I activated my thermal scan. To my right, I noticed an electric wire connecting to the fence. If we touched the fence, the shock could possibly fry our bionic infrastructure.

"The fence is connected to electric wires. We're either going to have to find another way in or find a way to disable it. Adam, see if you can use your heat vision to cut the wire."

Adam aimed his heat vision at the wire and successfully cut it. When it became apparent that the electric fence was disabled, the three of us scaled the fence and hid behind a stack of barrels.

"All right, we're in," I announced over our comm set.

"This is just like your mission simulator back home. Take out the bad guys and rescue the hostage," Mr. Davenport informed.

"We know what to do. Talk to you soon." I turned off my comm set. Glancing over the barrel, I noticed three bad guys with automatic rifles guarding the warehouse. Two of them were marching back and forth, keeping an eye on the locked door. The third, which looked to be the leader, had his back turned to us.

We should have just let the police handle this. This is ridiculous! I thought.

I was just about to comment when one of the gunman headed our way. "What do you want me to get you two?"

"Small coke and large fries will do," one of the gunman said.

"Make mine a medium," the other gunman decided.

"Big Mac for the… hostage," the first gunman spoke up.

I noticed the hesitation from the leader, but didn't comment. The leader left while the other two gunmen headed to check the back. As soon as they did that, the three of us bolted toward the locked warehouse.

Only to find out it wasn't even locked.

As soon as the three of us entered, I stared at the motion sensored lasers blocking the way to our hostage. He or she lay shackled to the wall. "Okay, Bree, Adam, you're up."

Bree nodded. Grabbing Adam's hand, Bree super speeded the two past the lasers. Adam then destroyed the button on the wall, thus shutting off the lasers and allowing me to walk over freely. Adam cut the shackles with his heat vision. Bree ran over to the hostage, turned him over, and stared in confusion, as did I.

It was a driver's ed dummy with clothing on!

"What. The heck?" Bree stated in disbelief, holding the dummy in one arm.

My eyes widened. The hostage part was part of an elaborate set-up designed for us to use our bionics! "It's a trap!" I exclaimed.

Before anyone could move, a small explosion sounded. The particularly small blast exploded from within the dummy, knocking Bree backwards and burning off part of Bree's suit, prompting her to scream.

"Augh! Gross!" Adam exclaimed. He quickly turned away.

Concern for Bree's injury hit me almost immediately. In a few seconds, I was by her side. I had to be careful as possible because an ugly purple blob covered her entire arm. Even without my thermal scan, I knew it wasn't pretty. "Not good."

"I know that!" Bree shouted, the beginning of tears entering her eyes. "How bad?"

"Bad enough that there is a possibility it might have to be amputated." Using my thermal scan, I calculated the damage and the best course of action. "There's about an eighty percent chance it'll have to be amputated. Not good. We need to get you home immediately. Hopefully, Mr. Davenport can save it."

"But what about the gunmen outside?" Bree whispered, her eyes widening.

"Don't worry," I assured. "Adam will take care of them, won't you, Adam?"

I looked to Adam who nodded vigorously and headed to the exit. That left me to deal with an injured Bree. "Throw your other arm around my neck and I'll carry you out."

In most situations, Bree would have flat-out refused. However, given that she was injured and scared, Bree obliged. I headed for the exit and was surprised to see Adam waiting for me.

"There aren't any gunmen," Adam announced. "It's as if they left!"

"Take Bree for a moment. I'll scan the place."

Adam took Bree from me while I scanned the perimeter of the warehouse. I checked it again, and then a third time. "You're right!" I exclaimed in shock. If the bad guys had indeed left, then they would have recorded our bionics. However, from my thermal scan, there was nothing to indicate our bionics had been recorded. It's almost as if this entire mission was just to make us leave our home.

"Adam, contact Mr. Davenport. I'll take Bree and head into the four-wheeler."

Adam handed Bree to me and I carried her to the car. On the four-wheeler was a note. As much as I wanted to look at it, I knew that I could always do it later, so I pocketed the note and put Bree in the four-wheeler.

"Mr. Davenport wants us to get home immediately," Adam announced as he slid in the driver's seat. "He also wanted a debriefing of what happened, but I covered it for you. He, Douglas, and Marcus will be waiting for us when we get back."

I nodded, too distracted on watching Bree to comment. During the ride home, I came to the horrifying conclusion that the past was changing itself. And it all had to do because of Leo.

XXX

"Yeah, that's looking like it will have to be amputated," Mr. Davenport commented after receiving the X-Rays to Bree's damaged arm. "Right now, it's badly burned, so putting it in a cast won't help at all. We do have anti-burn lotion, but that won't do anything about the arm. Now, what do we need for-"

"Stop!" Douglas ordered. "I found another way to fix the problem."

I watched, curious, as Douglas grabbed a needle filled with some liquid. As he injected the liquid, Douglas said, "This formula I made contains a growth accelerator that heals damaged cells! I made it just in case we have another train incident."

At first, nothing happened. About a minute later, the skin started to heal up. It was remarkable! Bree was healed! That was one disaster out of the way. The only disaster I needed to avoid was surviving the humiliation I'm about to get when I give my family the 4-11 on the kiss last night.

Sure enough, Leo, Bree, and Adam wanted to know about the kiss last night. Fortunately, Tasha saved my rear end by entering the lab and leading me upstairs, much to my sibling's disappointment. Ever since the Halloween fair yesterday, she seems to respect my privacy regarding the kiss.

"How's Bree?" Tasha questioned as the two of us entered the kitchen together.

"Given as how the mission was a total failure, all right I guess. We were informed of a hostage situation at Pints Crest, but the hostage ended up being a dummy set to explode. Bree got hit by the brunt of the blast and the rest is history." I took a sip of orange juice before I turned to face my surrogate (1) mother.

"She looks healed," Tasha noted.

"Douglas used a growth accelerator on Bree to heal her damaged cells. Quite a brilliant move on his part. Thanks for leading me up here. Adam, Bree, and Leo wanted the 4-11 on my kiss last night."

"Any chance you want to talk to me about it?" Tasha asked. "You look troubled."

I thought about what Tasha said. Did I want to talk to Tasha about the kiss? Well, it certainly seemed like a better alternative than telling Bree about it. That being said, do I tell Tasha that I think I'm in love with Bree? Something told me I could. I knew she wouldn't tell Mr. Davenport about that. Reporters aren't known for spilling the beans. However, I promised Ocean I would keep it a secret until I was sure. I decided not to tell Tasha who I thought I loved.

Sensing my thought, Tasha commented, "Do you want to talk about it upstairs?"

"Yes, but I promised Ocean I would keep part of it a secret."

"That's fine. When you are ready to tell, you can tell," Tasha informed.

"Thank you." I followed Tasha upstairs and sat down on her bed. I didn't say anything at first, as I thought about how to get the ball rolling. I knew Tasha wasn't judgmental, but still. I don't really talk about emotions because, as the smartest person in the world, I knew all about it. Apparently, I was wrong.

"I first met Ocean when you were running for President. I didn't know it was her at the time until I went to that Lacrosse game and they introduced her. During the overtime period, Ocean was injured and nearly died, but the doctors managed to save her. The next day, I stopped by to give Ocean my condolences, but we had that mission, so I never got the chance to talk to her. It wasn't until that museum trip that I got a chance to talk to her. She heard from Leo the description of a girl I had feelings for and thought I liked her.

"It wasn't. She was quick to figure out who it was and promised me shouldn't tell them. During that shooting, I was shot and she carried me to safety. She and someone else saved me from dying just then. Everything was blurring in and out of focus. When the bomb exploded, there was no more noise. No more smell.

"I woke up to a perpetual darkness. There was no smell, no noise, no feeling, no nothing. It was if as if nothing existed. I started screaming for someone, but no one ever came. I screamed for so long I thought my voice was going to give out, but it never did. I was at the point of giving up when I saw a faint glimmer of light in the distance. When I woke up, I realized I was in a hospital, my throat like sand paper. I had no idea what had happened since the bomb went off."

"Did Ocean tell you what happened?" Tasha asked, letting me speak. She could tell I had a lot on my chest and wanted me to let it all out.

"She did. Ocean was one of two people that told me what happened since the shooting. She also told me how she stood up to the gunman that killed Taylor."

"That's what I thought. Who was the other person?"

"Adam. Anyways, since the shooting, Ocean and I have been hanging out before school and sometimes even at lunch. It has gotten to the point when I smile whenever I see her and I just want to strike up a conversation with her."

When it became apparent that I didn't have anything else to say, Tasha asked, "So what's the problem?"

"As you know, she asked me to the Halloween festival and after our date, she kissed me. What troubles me is that I didn't kiss back. To be honest, I don't know why Ocean kissed me if she knows I love someone else."

"So you feel guilty about not kissing back?" Tasha clarified.

"Yeah. I'm engineered to be the smartest person on the planet, yet I couldn't tell that Ocean like-liked me! Why didn't she straight out tell me?"

Tasha didn't say anything at first. I figured it was because she was thinking about an answer. "I think Ocean is just shy about having a relationship with you. She wants to be with you, but she knows you're in love with this other girl, so she doesn't want to hurt herself by getting into a relationship with you."

"Well, that makes sense," I commented. "But I still wish she would flat out tell me."

"I'm sure the girl you are going to tell is waiting for you to do the same thing."

I laughed, thinking that Tasha was joking. When I realized she was being serious, I quickly stopped. "Trust me, she's not. She doesn't feel the same way."

"Has she given any indication that-?"

"No."

Not much was said after that. I kept waiting for Tasha to say something, but she didn't. Apparently, she was waiting for me to say something, and since I didn't, all conversation ceased. That is, until my cellphone rang. "It's Ocean. What do I do?"

"Answer it and talk to her," Tasha stated as if it was obvious.

"I know but…" I sighed. Clearly, I was overthinking things. I knew a talk with Ocean would help destress my mind, as well as hopefully answer some questions I had about last night. "Hello?"

"Hey, Chase. Sorry about last night. I didn't mean to freak you out," Ocean apologized.

"No, it's fine. The kiss just surprised me, that's all," I admitted as I started to walk downstairs. However, Tasha grabbed my hand and mouthed the word 'Roof'. I nodded, knowing that place would have the most privacy.

"I guess it did."

"About the kiss," I paused, "why did you do it? I mean, you know I love Bree."

Ocean was silent on the other end. I remained silent, knowing she would answer when she found out what to say. When she answered, I would know the answer as to why she kissed me, and, hopefully, I would know why she didn't straight out tell me. "Well," Ocean took a breath, "Sometimes we want something that is all ready taken."

"Like me," I realized.

"Like you." There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of the chilly November wind whipping against my eardrum. "Are you outside?" Ocean asked.

"I'm on the roof. I need some privacy from my siblings," I admitted.

"Oh, okay. How are they?"

"Nosy. Some time back, they bet on my love life and want others to pay up. They still think it's you, even though I've hinted to them it's not."

"Oh." Once again, there was a long silent pause at the other end of the phone. For a moment, I thought that the conversation was over. However, Ocean said, "Well, Maddie is playing sports, Mom and Dad are at a restaurant, and my brothers are out bowling."

"Cool." I took a deep breath, feeling relatively confident in regards to the question I was about to ask next. Assuming she was going to say yes, I would ask Ocean why she didn't straight out tell me she like-liked me. "Are you busy tomorrow?"

"Just during the afternoon. Why?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat with me, maybe ten o'clock. There's a Sweet Frog downtown if you are interested."

"Sure."

I smiled, my heart seeming to increase at the sight of going on a date with Ocean. "All right, cool. Can't wait to see you."

"You too. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely! Bye!"

"Bye!" I hung up the phone, smiling. Things were looking up. I chuckled. It was funny. Eleven months and three weeks ago, I couldn't understand the purpose as to why Adam was so worked up about Danielle. Now, I know how he feels.

Mr. Parker's POV

I suppose it was a good thing that I couldn't fall asleep. Around seven in the morning, I tried to get back to sleep, but my phone went off, ending that rest quickly.

"All right," I mumbled, pressing the button on my phone to talk. "Hello?"

"Hey, Michael! It's your friend, Jullian (2)," the voice on the other end announced.

"Hey, Jullian. What's up?"

"Have you seen the breaking news?"

"Give me a minute," I stated, reaching for the remote. When I turned on the TV, I noticed Adam dressed in a weird scuba diving outfit. Next to him was a girl with brown hair and a boy with spiky hair, both in uniform. According to my wife, the boy's hairstyle was similar to that of Douglas Davenport. The girl, however, I didn't know who she was. However, whoever they were, they weren't human.

There was a clip of Adam using a laser eye thing. The girl had super speed, and the boy had some sort of force field. The title read The World's First Bionic Super Humans. I was completely baffled. What were bionics?

Looking at the time, I noticed it was about time for Calla and Jaden to get to school. I noticed my wife out of the corner watching the news as well.

"Michael, you still there?" Jullian asked on the other end.

"Yeah, I am. It worries me that Calla and Jaden know them. I don't know what I'm going to do."

"I think I have a solution if you are interested," Jullian stated.

"I'm listening."

No POV

Leo woke up to Marcus prodding him in the side. Groaning, Leo turned his head to see what time it was. To his surprise, it was about seven in the morning. "Thanks."

"I didn't wake you up so you could get breakfast," Marcus informed. "I got you up because we need to get the hell out of here!"

Leo frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Check out the news," was all Marcus said before he left Leo's room.

Leo waited a minute or two before he headed downstairs. When Leo turned on the news, his mouth ran dry. On the news was a video of Adam, Bree, and Chase using their bionics! Wait, Leo mused, carefully watching the footage again. That mission was from a few weeks ago. Why was the person just posting it up now?

Leo didn't have time to think about it, however, as Douglas and Mr. Davenport came upstairs from the lab. The two Davenport brothers watched as the video showed Adam, Bree, and Chase using their bionics.

"Why is that mission from a few weeks ago? Why wait to post it up now?" Douglas asked, saying what was on most people's mind.

"It's because of the upcoming Congress election," Chase announced as he came up from the lab on Mr. Davenport's orders. "And guess who has a big chance of winning it with this video?"

Douglas Davenport's eyes widened as he recalled a conversation he had with Leo at school. The person was Steven Graham. According to Leo, he was a government agent that swarmed Mr. Davenport's house. Because Steven Graham ran for Congress, the video would support his claim that bionics were dangerous. That would mean Steven Graham would be elected, and that is just chaos waiting to happen. "Steven Graham!"

"Bingo. I got to hand it to the person who posted that up. The video can start a revolution. Even worse, it's going to cause bigotry throughout the world."

"The government and police are approximately two hours away from here. If we can evacuate our house by the time they get here, we can come up with a plan to prove our innocence," Marcus informed.

Douglas and Leo frowned. "How do you even know that?" Leo questioned.

"I upgraded my thermal scan. Instead of scanning a particular area, it can scan all of Mission Creek. The rest is just simple calculation."

"All right. Chase, Leo, Donny, let's all head down into the lab and start backing stuff up on flash drives."

"Chase and I have all the mission schematics downloaded into our chips," Marcus piped up. "We probably need to take out mission simulator stuff."

"Donny and I can handle everything. Marcus, keep us informed on the situation."

As soon as Big D and Douglas headed downstairs, Chase asked, "You can seriously scan the entire Mission Creek area?"

"Yup."

"Then how come you haven't spoken to Mr. Davenport about being a team leader?"

That was actually a good question, and one that Leo was curious about as well. "I'd like to, but honestly, I think you are a competent leader, Chase. Besides, I don't want to worry about the fame and glory. I don't need people telling me that they are proud of me; I don't need the spotlight. If I did, then I'd be turning into Mr. Davenport."

"You've got a point," Leo commented. "Hey, Mom. What's up?"

"Where's Mr. Davenport?" Tasha asked, straight to the point.

Leo frowned. "Evacuating. Why do you need him?"

"I forgot something upstairs. Hey, Tasha," Mr. Davenport greeted.

"Donald, I think something is wrong with his credit card. When I went to buy breakfast for my friend, it was declined."

Leo's eyes widened. He recalled in the previous timeline, the exact same thing happened. Since Douglas was here, it couldn't be him that maxed out Donald's card, so who could it be? "Declined? How could that be?" Mr. Davenport questioned, looking at Leo.

Before Leo could comment, Eddy showed up on the screen. "Let me spell it out for you; she spent all your money."

"I did not spend all his money!" Tasha argued.

"Oh, saving a little for a face lift?" Eddy questioned.

Leo and Chase had to hold Tasha back from murdering the emoticon. Meanwhile, Mr. Davenport was on his computer, checking the purchases. "This card is completely maxed out with purchases I never made; a Mr. Davenport action figure, a customized yacht, and ten thousand dollars to remodel a mansion bedroom."

"That does sound that you," Chase commented, only enraging Mr. Davenport further.

"It was not me!"

"Well, it wasn't any of us, and it wasn't Douglas. It might be Principal Perry," Leo mused. "She has been known for identity theft."

"No. Principal Perry would spend ten thousand dollars on cat food," Marcus corrected, causing Chase and Leo to chuckle.

"Probably, but that still doesn't tell us who did this. Chase, I need you to hack the banks mainframe to find out who purchased the items," Mr. Davenport ordered.

"Just call your friend from Pilates that does FBI work," Leo interjected. "Although, given how the FBI is after us, it might not work. Perhaps Douglas can crack the thing. After all, he was the one who hacked our bank in the previous timeline."

"All right. I'll see if he can. Marcus, you probably know what stuff we need, so you can help with the evacuation part," Mr. Davenport decided.

Marcus super speeded down into the lab while Mr. Davenport walked down into the lab. Close to a minute later, Douglas was upstairs and working on trying to hack the bank mainframe.

"I got it!" Douglas explained, less than half an hour later. "It was longer than my old one, but the first seventy percent of it was the exact same. Luckily, it was just one credit card and we aren't bankrupt. However, there was a declined warrant on the arrest of Mr. Donald Davenport who was framed for murder."

"WHAT?!" Bree exclaimed. "Well, thank goodness!"

"Lab is all cleared and stowed away. Let's get out of here," Marcus ordered, apparently the one taking charge in this situation.

"Is everything packed?" Mr. Davenport inquired.

"Yes, and if I must say, you have way too much clothing," Bree responded.

Donald frowned, but didn't say anything. "Anyways, let's go."

"Let's stop by Calla's place first," Leo piped up.

"Okay. What made you think about her, Leo?"

"Yeah, is someone is love?" Bree teased.

"Ha ha. For your information, I have the feeling something bad is about to happen."

"Wait, what?" Jaden cried in surprise.

"I'm actually with Jaden on this," Calla commented. "What do you mean we're moving?"

"This place isn't safe anymore, Calla,"Officer Parker stated gravely. "Your father and I are taking you out of school, and we're moving to Italy."