Updating on a Tuesday? Azula, have you gone mad?!

No, of course not. But nt only is tomorrow the series finale, but I am at home snowed in and have a short attention span.

Also, due to length, this chapter has stuff that didn't it into the last chapter and some stuff that was supposed to be in the next one. Alas, a new chapter created! So, here you go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Taylor let her fingers trace along the keypad of the cellphone she had "borrowed" from a certain mentor. Her logical mind ran through all the possible consequences of this call, none of them good. But Taylor had to make this call, and with one deep breath, she pushed send.

Her heartbeat raced, subdividing the rings of the cellphone. Maybe no one would answer. Then maybe she could leave a voicemail. Maybe the phone was disconnected. Then she would not even have to worry about this confrontation.

Lost in her own thoughts, Taylor came to an abrupt surprise.

"Hello?" A woman's smooth voice answered. "Who is this?"

With one deep breath she answered, "My name is Taylor,"

"Taylor?"

"You may know me as S-1, or something entirely different, but if you have had this number for over 15 years, then odds are I am your daughter. And I just wanted you to know, that if you are my mother, you missed out. I also wanted to say thank you. Because I, Taylor, am a bionic hero. That who I am, and that can never be taken away from me. And if it wasn't for you carelessly throwing me aside, I don't think I would have ever became that. So thank you and goodbye," Taylor sighed, hanging up before she could hear the woman's response. What ever it was, she did not want to hear it.

That woman, her mother, did not deserve to be heard out, right?

Taylor leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. That call was supposed to make herself feel better, but all Taylor wanted to do now was cry.

So she slid down the wall and did just that.

Taylor removed her glasses, as to not get the wet or damaged, put her head on her knees, and threw her arms around herself. Even with her enhanced senses, she failed to notice a mentor sit next to her. She did notice once that mentor put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey Taylor, you alright?" Bree asked, sitting next to her distraught student.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Taylor sniffled.

"You don't look fine," Adam commented as he and Kate walked into the dorms, arm in arm, still giggling from their conversation.

Kate looked over at the two and gently hit Adam's arm. "Sorry, are we interrupting something? Taylor, are you okay?"

"Of course, nothing is wrong," Taylor insisted. But despite her reassurances, she had three bionics sitting around her.

"If nothing is wrong then why are you crying?" Adam asked. He gave a quick look to Kate, who gave him the slightest of nods to assure him that it was an okay thing to ask.

Bree raised an eyebrow, confused about what ever it was going on between the two of them. She'll have to figure that our later. Bree looked back at Taylor. "Adam's right, for once. Something must have made you this upset, what is it?"

Taylor handed Bree the phone. "I-I called her,"

"Who?" Kate asked.

"My mother," Taylor murmured in response.

Adam looked at her, confused. "You have a mother? Why haven't we met her?"

"Because I just learned that she existed, and that she basically sold me to Krane for experimentation," Taylor explained, trying not to break into tears again.

Bree slid an arm around her, "I'm sorry Taylor,"

"I'm not," Adam smirked.

Both his sister and friend smacked him.

"Hey!" Adam huffed. "I'm not sorry because if Taylor never ended up with Krane, she wouldn't be here, and she wouldn't be our friend or a super cool bionic hero,"

Taylor gave him a small smile. "You're exactly right Adam. And that's what I told her,"

"What did she say back?" Bree asked.

"I don't know," Taylor sighed. "I might not have even been her. But I hung up after I gave my little rant,"

"At least you got some closure on this," Kate told her.

Taylor nodded. "Maybe I should have never looked in the first place,"

"But if you didn't, you would be wondering for the rest of your life," Bree said.

Taylor looked at her friend. "What about you, don't you ever wonder?"

Bree shrugged. "If I don't learn anything, I can't learn anything bad. In my head, my mom can be whoever I want her to be. A movie star, a doctor, a super model-"

"Like Douglas could ever get a super model," Adam snickered.

Bree smiled and rolled her eyes. "But the point is, is that in my mind, she can be someone I want her to be,"

"But that's not real," Kate said. "What if you meet her and she completely destroys your fantasy, what if she doesn't meet your expectations?"

Bree shrugged. "I don't know if I will ever meet her, I don't even know if she exists. So what's the harm?"

Adam nodded in agreement. "Yeah, our family tree is already confusing enough,"

"What about you Kate?" Bree asked.

Kate thought for a moment. "I guess because I am genetically engineered, I like to imagine it like in that book, Brave New World. That we were made in a lab from DNA of genetically superior humans, so that we could be smart and healthy,"

"But doesn't your DNA have to come from someone?" Taylor pointed out.

"I guess you're right," Kate admitted. "But odds are I'll never know who I got my DNA from, so maybe I'll just go with Bree's method and pretend my donor was a movie star, or an author, or a marine biologist!"

"A marine biologist?" Adam asked.

Kate smiled and nodded proudly. "Yes a marine biologist. Who doesn't love dolphins?"

Adam smiled. "Your right, they are pretty cool,"

Bree looked down at her buzzing cell phone. "As interesting as this conversation is, Chase needs me," she looked at Taylor. "You think you'll be okay without me,"

Taylor nodded. "Bree, I'm fine,"

"Plus, we can keep her company," Adam assured her.

'Okay then," Bree nodded, "See you guys later,"

Bree then proceeded to super sped to her fathers' secret lab, which was not really in that secret of a location. She saw her bother at the cyber desk and rushed to his side.

"Chase, did you figure it out?" Bree asked excitedly.

Chase bit his lip. "Well, not exactly,"

"What do you mean not exactly? I thought you were the smartest man alive?" Bree teased.

"I am!" Chase scoffed. "I figured out Douglas' coding mechanism, but I can't guess what he would code into a password," he murmured.

"Have you tried Douglas is awesome?" Bree asked.

"Yes,"

"Something about his perfect hair?"

"Of course I tried that,"

"What about-"

"Bree! I've already tried everything," Chase huffed. "But it appears to be one word, seven letters or less,"

"Or less?" Bree asked.

"Well, to put it simply, for this type of code, rather simple actually, you take each letter and assign it to it's number in alphabetical order, A would be 1, B would be 2-"

"I get it," Bree sighed. There was a brief moment of silence as the two super humans thought to themselves.

"Have you tried our names?" Bree asked.

"Huh?"

Bree rolled her eyes. "Our names. Adam. Bree. Chase. All of those are under seven letters,"

Chase typed away, embarrassed to admit he didn't think of that. "Nope. None of them worked,"

"Did you try Marcus? Or Donald?" Bree questioned.

"Even Leo and Tasha, but none of them worked," Chase responded.

"Try Sarah," Bree said quickly.

Chase raised an eyebrow. "Sarah? Who's that?"

"Just try it," Bree insisted.

"Fine," Chase muttered. He carefully typed in 1911818.

Chase's eyes widened in excitement. "Hey, it worked! I got into Mr. I'm smarter than anyone else's computer!"

Bree looked at her brother. "Ahem, you mean we got into his computer,"

Chase shrugged. "How did you know that would work anyway?"

"Yes, how did you figure that out Bree?" Mr. Davenport asked entering the room.

"Uh, Mr. Davenport, we were just-"

"Save it Chase," Donald sighed. "I know what you two are doing. Now, can I have a word alone with Bree?"

Chase nodded and rushed out of the room, trying to avoid getting into any trouble.

"Does everyone know about this lab?" Donald sighed to himself, taking a seat across from Bree.

Bree shrugged. "You have so many teenagers around her, it is hard to keep anything a secret,"

"Anyways, mind telling me what you were trying to sneak into Douglas' computer for?" Donald interrogated.

"I was just curious," Bree murmured innocently.

"About Sarah?" Donald asked.

Bree nodded. "Exactly, about her. Douglas told me some, but it seemed to get him really worked up, so I thought it would just be easier-"

"Easier to sneak through his personal files behind his back?" Donald smirked.

"I was trying to spare his feelings," Bree shrugged. She then looked up at her father. "But you could always tell me too,"

"Tell you what? There is not a lot to it," Donald replied.

"But were you around, you know, when it happened?" Bree asked.

Donald shifted in his seat. "Yes and no. I was close with Douglas back then, but after Sarah died, he, he pulled away,"

"Pulled away?" Bree echoed.

Donald nodded. "Yes, it was a tough time for him, and I may have made some insensitive comments at the time, which infuriated him, and we stopped talking for months,"

"Months?" Bree repeated, sitting back herself.

Donald sighed. "Yes, I should have just kept my mouth shut. But then again, if I had, I doubt we would have you and your brothers," he said with a slight smile.

"Wait, why?" Bree asked.

"Well, I am pretty sure Douglas had already started on Adam, but most likely for a different project of his, but it wasn't until after the whole Sarah incident that we started working on you," Donald explained.

"Really?"

"Yeah, Douglas was torn apart, and he wasn't in his right state of mind. And it didn't help that he pulled away from anyone who would have seen what he was doing," Donald replied.

"But what about Davenport Industries?" Bree asked.

"When Douglas started talking to me again, it was only about what ever we were currently working on, never about anything else. I was never at his house, or saw him outside of the lab," Donald answered. "He didn't seem to care about much else,"

"But he made me," Bree murmured. "Why?"

Donald shrugged. "I have never known for sure, but I think it had something to do with the fact that he just lost a child, and the idea of creating super humans, stronger, healthier people that would survive, somehow made him feel better,"

"So, I'm a replacement child?" Bree asked hesitantly.

"No, no, of course not," Donald assured her. "Douglas loved you guys as his own children, each as individuals, even if it was in a demented, mad scientist way,"

"Did he ever-"

Bree was cut off when her younger brother came scrambling into the room. "We're under attack!" Chase shouted, barely audible over the blaring alarms.

In the following moments, a blast erupted that shook the entire academy to its core.

In the student dorms...

The blast had sent bits of dust, debris, and damaged furniture across the room. The moment they had to prepare for the shock came in varying degrees.

Taylor, able to hear it first, had shouted for the other's to take cover. Adam responded by grabbing Kate and pulling her behind the flipped over couch.

Kate, with the couch on one side of her and Adam on the other, wasn't able to see what was going on around her. But she did hear the most blood curdling laugh she had ever heard.

"Honey, it's time you come with me," The voice cooed.

"Taylor!" Kate heard Adam yell. He tried to get up and stop the intruder, just to be thrown back towards the wall.

Kate herself rushed to Adam's side, hoping he was not injured. She looked back to get a good look at the invaders, only to see a few silhouettes fade away in the dust. She turned back to Adam, gently shaking him. "Adam? Adam, please, wake up!"

Oh no?! Who invaded the academy? What did you think of Taylor's call? The other's ideas? Is Chase loosing his touch? Will Adam be okay? And where did Leo go?

Please leave a review and tell me what you thought about this chapter and what you are excited about for future chapters. Thanks! ~AzulaTano.