This story is set after the events of Season One Episode Three, Commando App. I am not making everything accurate to the series. Some characters will be slightly out of character. They have to be for this fic, so don't complain. I am very new to the fandom. I have watched up to episode 20 of season 3 and not beyond that. I'd love to know what you think of this fic in the form of a review. This hasn't been beta read yet, so any mistakes are mine. The future chapters for this may vary in length.

I came to my senses in Adam's arms. I was very confused. Adam despises me... Why would I wake up in his arms? Unless... I hadn't been in Comando Mode had I? That was bad. I quickly pushed away from Adam. I was me now. I didn't need him to restrain me. Adam let me go. He knew I was Chase again as soon as I stopped struggling, as half-heartedly as it would have been. He didn't need me to verbally confirm it. I looked around us and saw people from school. We were at school. This is humiliating. I couldn't remember anything past that comment, and I came to my senses in Adam's arms. I needed to get out of here. I looked at Leo and Bree before walking quickly out of the building.

Mr. Davenport was waiting close to the school where he drops us off in his car. I climbed into the back and didn't say a word. The other three followed. They got into the other side of the car as I was sitting next to the window. Bree was in the front, Adam next to the other window in the back. Leo sat between us. None of us spoke on the way back, despite the awkward silence. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. I just want to forget about today, but I have a feeling that won't be happening any time soon. Mr. Davenport will probably be questioning us once we get back to the lab.

The car pulled up the long drive to Davenport Mansion before coming to a stop close to the house. We climbed out the car in silence and followed Mr. Davenport to the lab. Once there he turned to face us with concern showing on his face. "What happened?" He asked. His gaze shifted from Adam to me as he noticed how we were standing as far away from each other as we could.

I bowed my head and spoke, "My Comando App was activated and Adam had to stop me killing anyone."

Adam shifted but seemed overall more relaxed now that Mr. Davenport knew what had happened. But the man himself did not look too happy. "Your Comando App was activated at school! What happened?"

I lifted my head and looked Mr. Davenport in the eyes. I responded slowly, my brain still trying to figure out what happened. "It was after final class had finished. I was next to my locker..." I trailed off a bit, unsure of what happened next. "Bree, Adam and Leo were there. They were speaking with someone. I don't remember who, or what they were saying... but when he turned to me I think my Comando App activated." I looked to the others for help.

Thankfully Leo stepped in. "We were meeting Chase by his locker when Trent approached us and started being a real douchebag. Chase came over and he said something to him. Then Chase went all Comando on us and attacked him. He was about to attack someone else when Adam stopped him and turned him back to Chase." Leo sounded confused at the last part. Like he didn't understand what he had said.

Mr. Davenport looked to Adam for confirmation and saw the boy give a nod.

I wondered what those things were that he said that would trigger Spike. As I thought I must have spaced out because next I knew Mr. Davenport was standing in front of me calling my name. "Chase, Chase, buddy, you with us?"

I looked at him and nodded. "I was trying to remember what he said." I looked around, "So what are we going to do?"

The group looked confused before Mr. Davenport realised what I was referring too. "Right, we need to devise a plan so clever no one will be able to see though it, but first," Mr. Davenport stared at each of us, "We need to know what we are trying to make excuses for."

The others quickly realised what was happening and began trying to think of everything suspicious from that day. Adam just looked confused. "We need to figure out what people know about what happened and what they think they know."

"Oh, that makes more sense now," He responded.

I tried to think more about what happened so I could help, but it was all a fuzzy mess. No words, phrases, anything. I tried to figure out what Trent was saying, now that I know it was him. I thought back to what things he had said to me in the past. Comments on my height, style, appearance, size, appearance, sporting prowess. Nothing in my memories could trigger Spike so quickly, so what did he say?

I was overthinking and it was stressing me out, but then I heard the voice in my head that I associated with both good and bad, "Stop thinking about it. You won't remember." That just got me more confused. Why wouldn't Spike want me to remember? It surely wasn't that bad, was it?

"I can manipulate your memories. You know that. If I don't want you to remember, you won't. Stop trying." I had almost forgotten about that. Spike hadn't done that in a long time. He would usually at least tell me what happened whilst he was out. It could be funny.

I began to get frustrated. Spike wouldn't tell me anything. I noticed Bree had started listing things people might have seen so I tuned in. Her list was long, and extensive. And what's more, Leo was nodding along to everything she said. This was bad. I didn't really act like that, did I?

Once her list was finished I was livid at Spike, barely keeping my anger under wraps. I wanted to tear him out of my skull and kill him, but I knew I couldn't.

Mr. Davenport turned to me. I could feel the glitch starting. I had to get out of there, before I glitched completely. I heard him ask if I had any ideas, but his voice was distant. I stuttered "I can't," before running towards the training room.

Once inside I locked the door so it would take hours for anyone to get in and began letting all of my anger towards Spike out on various punching bags. I yelled, punched and kicked all of my anger and frustration and fear out. When I left the room I needed to be calm.

Mr. Davenport would make me talk later, but for now I didn't have to worry about that. I could beat Adam in hand to hand right now. Spike wasn't even helping me.

It took over six hours before I felt exhaustion begin to creep into the edge of my consciousness. It was almost midnight when I slumped down with my back against one of the free standing punching bags near the centre of the room and gave a command to unlock the door. I was just falling asleep when I heard the buzz of the door unlocking.

C&A&C&A

Chase woke up almost twelve hours later slightly confused as to why he was in the training room instead of his capsule, but then it came back to him. Going Comando Mode at school, Spike's comments, Bree's words, and the anger, all of it. He began wondering what the others thought of him. He hadn't done this before. He had always kept a close eye on his emotions so the glitches wouldn't happen.

He hoped Mr. Davenport would understand when he explained. Surely the man couldn't be too mad at him. Where was Mr. Davenport? Chase was perplexed as to why he had been left in the training room when Eddy could have told them that the door was unlocked.

Chase stood up and winced slightly as his cramped legs moved. He distracted himself from the pain and left the training room to go back to the main lab. Once there, he began looking for the rest of his family. He knew that they should be here because it was a Saturday, but they weren't anywhere in the lab. He knew they weren't on a mission because that he definitely would have been woken up for.

He headed upstairs to the main part of the house and into the living room. He saw Adam and Leo on the couch playing video games and decided to ask them where Mr. Davenport was. He approached and noticed how they shifted slightly away from him when he did. "Hey guys, where is Mr. Davenport, I can't find him?"

Adam replied, more cautious than usual, "He's in his upstairs office."

"Okay." Chase decided to leave them to their games and go find the elusive billionaire. He could hopefully find answers to their strange behaviour.

Mr. Davenport was exactly where Adam had said he would be, bent over a small device in his mini lab. It was where he worked on all of his non-potentially deadly projects. This one looked to be a remote similar to the one used for the TV. Chase waited until a moment when it was safe to make his presence known.

"Mr. Davenport?" the man looked up at Chase, startled. He just down his tools next to his project and turned around so that he was fully focused on his youngest son. "Mr. Davenport, I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. I should have kept better control over my emotions and of Spike." Chase looked down at his feet.

"Chase. It's okay. Spike coming out isn't your fault. It happens. We can fix it. Okay?" Donald stood up and walked the few steps over the Chase and led him to the clear table near the wall. He allowed Chase to climb up onto it before sitting next to him, wrapping his right arm around his shoulders. Chase gratefully leaned against his dad.

"'S not just Spike. It's my reaction yesterday as well…" A slight frown formed on Chase's face. He refused to look at Donald.

"Chase. It's okay. Although you did almost destroy my training room, the equipment can be replaced. Are you feeling better at least?" Mr. Davenport looked at Chase concerned.

The boy was slow in his response but finally muttered a quiet, "Yes."

"Then everything is okay." Chase lifted his head and smiled at his adopted father.

"What you did to the training room though, that must have been a lot of anger…" Donald's comment made Chase feel self-conscious again.

"You saw?" He looked back down at the floor.

Donald was quick to reassure his son. "Not much. I asked Eddy to check on you about half an hour after you left. We only watched for a minute or two."

Unfortunately his sentence did the opposite of what he had intended. Chase curled up slightly, away from the hand on his shoulder. "We? We as in who?"

"Me, Adam, Bree and Leo." Donald didn't see the point in lying to his son. He would find out eventually anyway.

"Is that why they were acting weird?" Chase straightened to look Donald in the eye, climbing off the desk.

"Who was acting weird?" Donald was slightly confused.

"Adam and Leo. I asked them where you were and they were acting weird. Like they were scared of me."

Donald stood up now too. He went to hug Chase, but the boy stepped back. Donald didn't push. "I'm sure they're just shocked. They have never seen you fight like that before. They have never seen you fight full out so they're trying to process how good you are. And may I say, you were amazing. Better than Adam and Bree." Chase smiled at Donald, accepting the hug this time. "All of this will blow over, you'll see. Teenagers don't have long memories anyways." The last part caused Chase to laugh.

He stepped out of the hug and said, "Thanks, Mr. Davenport."

"Anytime, Chase."

"Mr. Davenport?" Chase asked.

"Yes, Chase?"

"I didn't glitch, while they were watching, did I?"

"Surprisingly, no. I thought you would. But I think your insults were much better in English. I think Leo will be scared for life though."

"That's not hard."

"No, it's not." Donald smiled causing Chase to chuckle.

"Goodbye, Mr. Davenport. I think I'm gonna work on my history assignment now. It's due Monday."

"Okay. If you need me I'll be up here." Chase left the room to go back to the lab. Donald waited until the door closed before allowing himself to smile. It was good to know his youngest would come to him with his problems still.

C&A&C&A

Chase was in the lab when his phone buzzed. It was Mr. Davenport saying that dinner was ready. Chase ignored it. He wasn't ready to face the music yet. Not after what they saw. He would eat later. His history homework was almost done. He had been working on it all day, apart from when he took a break to get lunch.

The empty plate sat next to him now. Looking at it almost made him hungry enough to go upstairs, but he was scared to face the others. He knew Mr. Davenport was fine with what had happened, but he didn't want to know what the others thought.

Chase dreaded that evening when the four would be in the lab chilling. He needed to be down there because of the computers, but it would be so awkward. Eventually he just decided to focus on his work. After he had completed his history he still needed to do his math, Latin and physics assignments. He would just have to ignore them.

So Chase worked. He completed his history in the next twenty minutes, and then started his maths. It was two pages of complex problems that would solve sets of riddles making one final answer. They had to hand all of their workings and answers in so that would be difficult. Writing out math was always hard for Chase because his bionics allowed him to calculate everything mentally.

He was only partway through the first age of questions when he was disturbed. Mr. Davenport had come down with a plate of food. Ravioli. The plate was set down beside him, along with a knife and fork. Donald then spoke. "I'm not going to make you come upstairs if you don't want to but at least eat. I am going back upstairs. Tasha wants to watch a movie with me."

Chase looked at his dad gratefully. Truth be told, he was beginning to get to hungry to ignore it for much longer. "Thank you, Mr. Davenport."

"Just a warning. The others will be down soon." Donald left then, leaving Chase to continue his homework. Whilst he worked, he took bites of the pasta, and before long the entire plate had been cleared. He had completed around a third of the second page when he heard Adam's voice coming from near the elevator. His session of solitude had concluded.

Bree was texting Caitlin, trying to ignore her brothers. She was trying to put the truth of Chase out of her mind. She didn't need to deal with the extra stress of what had happened with her youngest brother.

Adam and Leo were in avid conversation about different ways to make toast. It was fascinating in a weird way. They too, were trying to avoid the awkwardness of the room.

The three settled around the room, all doing their best not to look in Chase's direction. The conversations quietened and Bree began typing slower. The levels of tension were some of the highest the four had seen since they had met.

It was all he could do to ignore them when all he wanted was to try and clear the air. It became twice as hard to complete all the questions the way his teacher wanted with the felling of unease he had. He kept fearing that they would try to do something to harm him. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn't help it.

He finally managed to complete the homework almost two hours after he started. He decided to get the last piece over and done with. It would be easier than the other two and hopefully he would be able to finish it before Mr. Davenport told them to go to bed.

The homework was to translate a piece of text that they had only learnt some of the vocabulary for in class. They were supposed to use inference to fill in the gaps and then give a list of translations suggested by inference. They weren't allowed to use a translating app so Chase was determined not to. He would use his own intelligence, not any bionics.

The task took shortly over half an hour to complete. It was harder than if he were using his databases, but that made it more fun. But now all he could think about was the awkward silence in the room. He wanted to break it, but didn't know how.

Luckily he didn't have to, at that moment Mr. Davenport entered the room looking overly smug about something. Instead of trying to talk to his sibling he would just talk to him.

"What's up, Mr. Davenport?" The man in question looked at Chase and smiled excitedly, moving a bit faster now that he had someone's attention.

"Well, since you asked… I think I just came up with a solution for one of Chase's glitches." A huge grin spread across his face.

"Great! Where is it?" Chase questioned.

"Upstairs, but it isn't finished yet." Mr. Davenport grin lessened slightly when he saw Chase's eyes dim some at his revelation.

"Why can't you make a solution for my and Adam's glitches?" Bree butted in, her head tilted to the side in question.

"Because, I haven't gotten round to it yet." Mr Davenport sounded uncertain of himself, as if he wasn't sure what he was saying.

"Well get round to it." Adam said, oblivious as always.

"Yeah, Big D. Now you've fixed Chase, fix Adam." Leo moved off his chair to stand next Adam as they moved closer to their surrogate father.

"Why not me?" Bree sounded indignant at how they had left her out.

"Because Adam is much more likely to blow something up than you are." Leo responded seriously, staring straight into her eyes. His statement was quickly backed up by Adam's loud,

"Yeah!"

"That's not a good thing, Adam." Chase stated. His voice was hinted with humour, like he found the situation funny.

"Hey, hey, guys, we don't even know if it's gonna work yet. It still needs to be tested." Donald tried to stop the argument forming. His voice, still uncertain, succeeded as it turned their attentions back to him.

"How do we do that?" Bree questioned. "We can't force Chase to glitch. We can't guarantee how he glitches either." She looked Chase up and down trying to decipher which glitch they were talking about.

"And that's where you're wrong," Mr. Davenport stated, excitement leaking into his voice. The man was jumping up and down slightly from all of his excess energy. The action made the children who didn't know what was happening nervous, which was all of them except Chase.

"What are you gonna do to Chase?" Leo hid behind Adam slightly. His nerves making his flight reflex activate. He wouldn't really run, but he was fully capable of ducking behind the nearest person.

"It won't hurt him, much." Mr. Davenport tried comforting his now worried children. His excited voice coupled with those words only made them more nervous when they saw the grin, although smaller than it was still on his face.

"Chase is gonna get hurt? Can I watch?" Adam asked enthusiastically, not at all phased by the prospect of his younger brother getting hurt.

"No." Donald stated firmly.

"Aw." Adam sounded a lot more disappointed than he should be.

"Big surprise, Adam wants to see me get hurt," said Chase sarcastically. "How close are you to completing the fix, Mr. Davenport?" He switched his gaze between looking at Adam to staring fixedly at his adoptive father.

"I just finished the blueprints. It'll take me a few days to build the prototype, so how about Friday. That gives you the weekend to recover." Donald sounded slightly sympathetic about what he would have to do to Chase.

"He's gonna need recovery time?" Bree screeched. "What are you planning on doing to him?" Her eyes flicked between her father and brother rapidly, her expression slowly shifting to one of horror and fear.

"Don't worry, Bree. It's not the first time he's tried to come up with a solution and failed. I'll be fine." Chase was confidant. He knew what would happen. He just wanted to reassure his sister he would be okay. He knew he would need to be protected, but not overprotected.

"Now I wanna watch even more." Adam sounded disappointed. "I'm just gonna have to hit you harder this week." He stated. Bree quickly spun to look at him with 'seriously' written all over her face. Adam just appeared confused.

"Adam, you won't be hitting Chase this week. He needs to be in top shape for Friday." Mr. Davenport looked sternly at Adam showing how serious he was. "Chase, if Adam hits you, you have my full permission to electrocute him." A slight smirk showed for the last part.

"Yes! Payback!" Chase fist pumped. Joy showed on his face for all to see at the prospect of getting back at his older brother for hitting him all the time.

"Oh this is going to be fun." Bree murmured. She too was smirking.

"Better get in some last punches now then." Adam moved the few steps over to Chase and punched him squarely in the stomach.

"This electrocution thing wouldn't happen to be effective immediately, would it, Mr. Davenport?" Chase asked, doubled over from the pain of Adam's bionically boosted punch.

"Yes. It is."

"Great." Chase reached over onto the counted and grabbed a taser that was out. "Not powerful enough for my liking but it'll have to do." He said to himself upon a quick examination of the device. He pushed the taser into Adam's side and pressed the button, putting it to full power.

Adam almost instantly collapsed to the floor and began jerking around. Chase kept the taser on him for almost ten seconds before stopping the flow of energy into Adam's body. Said boy was jerking uncontrollably on the floor groaning slightly. It made all four of the others begin laughing with different levels of severity.

"That was brilliant." Leo gasped from laughter.

"Knowing Adam he'll ask to be hit again." Bree chuckled.

"And I guess I will have to happily oblige." Chase was bent over almost double from the combination of pain and humour, but somehow he managed to be serious for a second before continuing.

"It ruins it when you use that kind of language Chase." Bree snapped, both her and Leo's laughter stopped. Her comment caused Chase and Donald's to cease as well.

"Can you not pretend to be normal?" Leo asked with just enough hint of sarcasm.

"Nope."

"Mr. Davenport, please let Adam punch Chase once he recovers. I would do it myself, but I don't want to ruin my nails. I got them done yesterday." Bree examined her nails searching for imaginary faults in the paint.

"No one is allowed to harm Chase this week. So you two," Donald looked down at Adam, who had stopped shaking for the most part, "will need to keep him out of trouble."

"Hey, what about me?" Leo half-yelled. He looked mad, but they knew it was mostly for show, the real part deadly serious.

"What about you? You can't catch a ball, let alone protect me from say, Trent." Chase stared at Leo.

"Hey! Now is not the time to joke about my complete lack of sports skills. We should be focusing on how we will protect Chase from Trent while not revealing your bionics. And have you forgotten what happened Friday?" Leo shuffled where he stood and quickly attempted to divert the attention away from himself and the truth he feared. Which part he feared more unclear.

Adam had almost completely recovered now and was trying to add to their conversation, but his electrocution had left his words slurred making them hard to understand. "What are we talking about? Is it how Chase wrecked the training room?"

Chase shifted uncomfortably. "We were talking about what we are going to do about when Spike was activated after school."

Adam slouched, "That's not as fun."

"But if we don't people will become suspicious and we might end up revealing our bionics." Bree interrupted. She gave Adam a deadpan look. What she said was completely obvious.

"Oh, that's bad." Adam appeared more alert now, finally understanding.

"Exactly. We can't have people figure out that Spike and I are completely different people in the same body." Chase went back over to the desk he had been working at and began packing away his work.

"Or we could make them think exactly that." Mr. Davenport sounded excited.

"What?" Leo jumped. "That's what we are trying to avoid!"

"Or we could say that Chase has multiple personalities. That way we could say Chase and Spike are different people and hide your bionics." Donald grinned, pleased with his brilliant mind.

"That could actually work. But isn't DID normally triggered by something?" Chase joined his adoptive father's excitement, putting his bag away and moving back to the centre of the lab.

"Yes, but the school thinks you three are all adopted. We can imply you had a bad life with your old family."

"What about the others. People will be confused they don't have spilt personas too."

Chase and Donald had moved away from the other three children, not even registering their existence anymore. They were so caught up in their own conversation they were oblivious to their surroundings, and probably would be until they finished.

"So this is what it looks like when two nerds with giant egos interact. Interesting." Bree turned away from them and back to her phone, apologising to Caitlin for the delay and continuing her conversation.

Adam and Leo at first attempted to interrupt, but then decided that they didn't want anything to do with it anyway and continued debating toast.

"You were targeted more."

"Nice. But if I were abused, then why is Spike so aggressive and not more subtle?"

"Because Spike's sole purpose is to protect you so he is vicious to scare people away."

"And now they know that I have a highly aggressive alter-ego, how am I going to get a girlfriend?"

"Some girl probably likes it, or is a dare-devil and just doesn't care. If worst comes to worst, use online dating."

"That's a terrible plan."

"I could always create you a robot girlfriend."

"I'll take online dating."

"Good idea."

"It's not just me you need to worry about…"

"What do you mean?" Chase asked quietly. He didn't need the mix of thoughts from him and Spike. He needed clear concise answers from his alter-ego.

"Chase, who are you talking to?" Mr. Davenport sounded curious.

"Spike." Chase answered.

"Spike? He's out?" The older man was surprised, and worried.

"No. He can talk to me at any time. I can activate him if you want?" Chase shifted slightly. His hand raising a few inches towards his temple.

"No, no, I'm good." Mr. Davenport spoke quickly.

"Okay then."

"Well, you might have thrown Trent a few feet."

"So what?" Chase was careful to keep his voice low enough that the others wouldn't be suspicious.

"They also saw Adam restrain you, easily." Spike's voice was more serious than usual and Chase could see why. The other students had seen how strong Spike was, and then Adam restrained him. That wasn't normal, not human for someone as strong as Spike to be restrained with ease.

"What are you trying to say, Spike?" Chase was getting frustrated again. It was maddening how easily he got worked up when talking to his alter-ego.

"Just that people are going to start questioning Adam's strength." Spike's voice sounded smug, even inside his head.

"That's bad… Can you not at least pretend to be normal when you are in control? Then we wouldn't have all of these problems. I'm going to tell Mr. Davenport." Chase really hated Spike. He was eagerly awaiting the day Mr. Davenport managed to fix the app and turn off Spike completely.

Chase looked up and searched around the room to figure out what everyone was doing. He was standing near the rock wall in the corner of the room, Bree was sitting on the cyber-desk and Adam and Leo were at his Mission Specialist desk. So where was Mr. Davenport?

Chase walked through the room. He was going to go upstairs to find him, but it turns out he was at his work desk next to the elevator. He was bent over a small device. Chase didn't bother to wait for him to complete the section he was doing. This was urgent. "Mr. Davenport. We have a problem."

The man jumped and dropped the device. Chase watched several parts detach from the main part, but he didn't regret it. This was more important. "What, Chase?" It was clear from his tone that his adoptive father wasn't very happy about being disturbed.

"Mr. Davenport. It's not just my bionics at risk, its Adam's too." Chase spoke quickly.

"What do you mean Adam's bionics are at risk of being revealed?" Donald turned his chair to fully face Chase now, his expression serious.

"Adam restrained me, after Spike threw someone across the room. A normal person couldn't do that."

"So?" Donald seemed to think it of minor importance.

"So they're going to wonder why Adam could hold me so easily and come to the conclusion he is stronger than he should be." Chase was desperate to make Mr. Davenport understand.

"Or that you love him…" Spike interrupted, drawing out the 'love'.

"Wait. That might actually work." Chase's eyes lit up as he got an idea.

Mr. Davenport looked confused. He hadn't heard Spike so he didn't know what his son's idea could be. "What might actually work?"

"Adam and I could pretend to date." Shock instantly spread across Mr. Davenport's face. Chase quickly elaborated. "Spike didn't fight against Adam because he knew that as my boyfriend he would never hurt me. And it wouldn't be incest because we're from different families."

"That could actually work. Adam!" Mr. Davenport called for his eldest son. Said boy quickly appeared, Leo by his side. "Leo could you leave us for a minute."

Leo slunk away back to the main part of the lab, disappointed.

"Adam, we need you to pretend to date Chase."

"What, why?" Adam looked between his brother and father in confusion.

"Because we need an excuse to why you were able to stop Spike." Chase looked at Adam with a look no one could decipher. It was full of fear, worry hope, anger and something they couldn't tell.

Adam squared his shoulders and said, "I'll do it. But only at school."

"We weren't asking any more. Thank you Adam. I'll let you two figure out how you will play this." Donald looked at Chase sympathetically before turning back to his project and beginning to sort through the pieces. Chase walked through the lab and called out, "I'm going to bed."