Wow. This is a really long chapter. And I am really tired. So here you go! I hope this chapter clears some things up!

Oh and the quote was from Once Upon a Time's Belle: "Why on Earth, or Any Realm..."

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

10:15, The Academy Cafeteria,

Bree sat in the cafeteria, enjoying a late morning snack. At this moment, she was alone in the room as everyone else was busy training.

Strike being alone, the entrance of her biological father ended that.

He stumbled into the room, as if in some sort of a depressive trance.

"Douglas, are you okay? You look pretty upset," Bree said.

Noticing his slumped composure, watery eyes, and tense jaw line, Bree stood up and walked over to him. "Douglas?"

"I'm, I'm fine," Douglas murmured.

Bree took a seat next to him and pulled her snack over. "Want some red peanut butter M&Ms? They might make you feel better,"

Douglas shrugged, a small smile on his lips. "My favorite,"

"Our favorite," Bree corrected, eating a few.

Taylor made a distinct entrance as she stomped into the room.

Bree smiled at her friend. "Hey Taylor, what's up?" she asked before throwing a few of the candied in her mouth.

"Nothing, but can I have a word alone with my father please?" Taylor asked.

Bree spit out a few M&Ms onto the table. "What?"

"Bree, please, can we have a moment?" Taylor asked desperately.

She stood up and looked at Taylor. "Uh, sure, but can we first discuss-"

"Afterwards, okay sis?" Taylor interrupted, showing Bree the paper in her hand.

"Of course," Bree grinned after reading the results, giving her a quick hug before leaving.

"Looks like Bree took that pretty well," Douglas murmured.

Taylor snapped her head in her father's direction. "Yeah, a lot better than you did,"

"Taylor, I'm s-"

"If you say that you're sorry one more time I will lose it," Taylor hissed.

Douglas glanced at the ground. "What else is there to say? I've failed you too many times-"

"You haven't failed me!" Taylor cried. "At least not until right now,"

"What?" Douglas snorted, looking up to at her.

"I don't care about the person you used to be, I only care about who you are now. But if you don't want me-"

"Taylor, it isn't like that," Douglas sighed.

"Then what is it like?!" Taylor snapped. "You can't even give me a coherent answer!"

"Taylor," Douglas said firmly. "I do want to be your father, I am just scared, well I'm scared because I don't think I can be the man you want me to be,"

"I just want you to be my dad. Is that really so hard? To be here, and to care about me," Taylor trailed off.

"I do care about you, but my previous actions just prove what a terrible father I've been so far," Douglas sighed.

"To me when I was a baby? Or to Adam, Bree and Chase?" Taylor asked quietly.

"Both I guess," Douglas shrugged. "I should've realized that your death was faked, and I screwed up my other kid's lives from the very beginning,"

"But you tried to get them back, you fought for them," Taylor countered.

"I kidnapped them, tried to control them," Douglas corrected.

"But at least you wanted them," Taylor murmured.

Douglas reached out to put a hand on her shoulder. "Taylor-"

"Forget about it," Taylor vented.

"Taylor, please just listen to me," Douglas pleaded.

"No, I'm out," Taylor snapped, super speeding out of the room.

All Douglas wanted to do was slump back into his chair and sulk some more, but being the genius he was, he knew he had to make this right.

11:30, In the training area,

"Hey Kate, ready for today's session?" Adam asked, entering the room.

"Yeah," Kate replied with a small yawn. "I'm ready,"

"Are you tired?" Adam asked.

"A little, I just didn't get a great night of sleep," Kate answered, rubbing her eyes.

"Your voice sounds weird," Adam pointed out. "Everything okay?"

"I probably just need a little water, there's nothing to worry about," Kate insisted.

"Kate, you really don't look to good," Adam said, concerned.

Kate smirked. "Well don't you know how to make a girl feel special,"

"I mean it," Adam said. "You look as though you may need medical attention. Are you sure you are not sick?"

"I'm fine, let's get back to training," Kate insisted, aiming for the training dummy.

Adam could see that her aim was quite off, by almost a full three feet. And by the way she swayed as she walked, Adam knew that wasn't a good sign. So he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up.

"Adam, what are you doing?" Kate sighed.

"Taking you to the infirmary, because you, Miss Kate, are sick," Adam replied.

"Adam, I'm not- ACHEEW!" Kate sneezed.

"What was that you were saying?" Adam asked with a cocky grin.

"Adam, please don't take me to the infirmary," Kate pleaded, showing off her big brown puppy dog eyes.

"But Kate," Adam gapped. "You are sick and need help,"

"But I hate the infirmary! All those drugs and doctors and needles, it's freaky!" Kate whined.

"But you were just fine being in their earlier this week," Adam pointed out.

"Because none of it was being used on me!" Kate moaned. "And because I was watching over you, and that won out,"

Adam smiled. "Well, I'll be with you this time too Kate. And I won't let any scary doctors get at your with drugs or needles,"

"Aw, thank you Adam," Kate smiled.

"Unless necessary to maintain your health," Adam finished.

Kate widened her eyes, unamused. "Okay, let me down now!"

"I'm just trying to help you," Adam replied, nearing the infirmary.

"But Adam! You would help me more by taking me back to training," Kate argued.

"No. I know that you don't like this Kate, but if we don't get you looked at now, you could get even sicker, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you," Adam whimpered.

"Why not? Dying of the plague is better than visiting the doctor," Kate moaned.

The reference, however, deeply disturbed Adam. "I won't let you die of the plague Kate! I love you too much to let that happen!"

Just shy of the doorway Kate stopped Adam. "Adam, what did you just say,"

Adam looked down at her with his own big brown puppy dog eyes. "I said I love you too much to let that happen, so can we please go in now?"

Kate smiled and snuggled against him. "Sure Adam, just because I love you too, if you stay with me, I'll go in,"

"Thank the flying spaghetti monster!" Adam exclaimed, kissing her forehead, and entering the infirmary.

Later that night, somewhere on the mainland,

Taylor really had not thought this through. It was late, she could tell that. Not that she could see if it was dark, but she could feel the chill of the night against her bear shoulders. Taylor hadn't thought to bring a jacket, or any food, or a cell phone.

This whole running away thing really needed to be planned out. She could not just go back, could she? Taylor knew she would be in a heap of trouble, but would they really come looking for her? She now realized that she only ran away because she was upset, but what would the other's think? Taylor had no idea what her next move would be. She had been wondering around aimlessly for several hours now, without an inkling of where she was or what she was going to do.

Taylor did know that she was tired though. And a bit hungry. And quite cold.

But without a telephone, she couldn't call anyone to pick her up. Without any money, she couldn't get any food. And without her sight, she couldn't see what kind of help was around.

And the last thing she wanted to do was yell out helplessly until someone took pity on her. She was a bionic hero for crying out loud.

Suddenly her glasses vibrated, letting her know of an obstacle. Taylor stopped walking, reaching an arm out to feel around. Her fingers scratched against a cold brick wall.

"Great, I must be in some dark alleyway," Taylor muttered to herself.

"Yes, and dark alleyways are where people wandering alone tend to get murdered," A familiar voice pointed out as Taylor felt a firm hand grab her wrist.

"Hey!" Taylor snapped, trying to get out of the iron tight grasp. She failed, only to feel an actual metal cuff around her wrist.

"What do you, of all people, think you are doing?" Taylor sneered.

"I'm taking you home," Douglas stated, restricting her other wrist with the bionic signal interrupting cuffs.

"Why? What if I just leave again? What if I yell now and say I'm being kidnapped!" Taylor challenged.

"Technically, I am kidnapping you," Douglas snorted, pulling her towards his car. "If you yell, the cops will get us both in trouble: me for 'kidnapping' you and you for running away. And legally, I can't kidnap you if I am technically your father," Douglas shrugged.

"Why are you even bothering to take me back? I'd have thought that Mr. Davenport would just give up on me for causing so much trouble," Taylor huffed.

"Donnie wouldn't do that. Actually, he doesn't even know you left," Douglas said. "But I came after you, because I am not willing to give up on you,"

Taylor pouted as she felt herself being buckled into the car. "But what if I want you to give up on me? What if I don't want to be your daughter any more?"

Douglas shrugged after he got into the front seat. "You may want to stop being my daughter but that doesn't mean I'll stop being your father. Adam, Bree, and Chase decided long ago that I wasn't their father, but that hasn't stopped me from looking out for them and making sure they are safe. And I plan on doing the same for you,"

Due to the speed of the car, and the lack of distance Taylor had made from the island, it didn't take very long for them to get back to the hydro loop station. Douglas parked the car and walked over to Taylor's side door.

"Ready to go back now?" Douglas asked gently.

Taylor only nodded in response.

Douglas leaned in, unbuckled her, and undid the restraints.

"You really trust me not to run away?" Taylor asked in a whisper.

"I don't want you to look like a felon in front of your peers," Douglas replied, taking a firm hold of her arm as the walked to the hydro loop. "I sure had enough of that when I was your age; it isn't always fun,"

After stepping onto the hydro loop, it took a brief moment to arrive back at the academy. And though she couldn't see, Taylor felt like a million eyes were on her. But in reality, there was only two other people in the common area.

"Taylor you're back!" She heard a feminine voice cheer. Taylor then felt Bree's arms cling around her neck.

"H-Hey Bree," Taylor murmured.

"Oh Taylor, we have so much to catch up on-"

"Bree, I think that Douglas and Taylor need a little bit to talk," Donald interrupted.

"Fine," Bree grumbled as her father lead her out of the room. "How come we never talk that much?"

Donald shrugged. "We don't have that complicated a relationship,"

After the two had left and were out of earshot, Douglas turned to Taylor.

"Taylor-"

"I really don't feel like talking," Taylor murmured.

"But we need to," Douglas countered, pulling tow chairs over so they both could sit down. "Taylor, you recklessly endangered yourself by running away today, do you realize that? You could have been hurt, attacked, or kidnapped-"

"I was kidnapped," Taylor pointed out.

Douglas couldn't help but smile at his daughter's quick wit.

"I mean by someone who would have hurt you," he clarified.

"Well, you are a sociopath, how do I know you won't hurt me?" Taylor pointed out.

"Former Sociopath," Douglas corrected, a bit hurt. "And I'm your father, I would never hurt you-"

"Really? Because my last 'father' didn't bat an eye at the idea to causing any of his children harm," Taylor sneered, her voice dripping with venom.

Douglas hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder. "Taylor, I promise you, I would never do anything to hurt you,"

Taylor sighed, she could feel his shaking. She knew she was being too tough on him, but she couldn't help it. "Krane told me he loved me once. But from the look on his face, I knew he was lying. As if it were some twisted joke. But I pretended that he meant it anyway, I let myself believe it, I lied to myself, and look what it lead to,"

The muscles in her face began to contort, twisting along with her emotions.

"Taylor-"

"It's nothing," Taylor murmured, taking off her glasses so they wouldn't get wet.

"Yes it is," Douglas replied, pulling her in and holding her tightly. "It's okay Taylor, you've had a long day, well a long past. It's perfectly natural to let our all the adrenaline out of your system,"

Taylor attempted to speak but she could only sob out any response. She buried herself into his sighed, letting the tears flow out.

"It's okay Taylor," Douglas cooed. "Just remember that I do love you, and I do want to be here for you,"

Taylor nodded, letting out a small yawn.

"Do you want to go to bed now?" Douglas asked carefully.

Taylor shrugged. "I dunno," she whispered.

"Aren't you tired?" Douglas asked.

Taylor nodded. "But I don't want to go back to my dorm,"

"Why not?" Douglas questioned.

"Because the other girls will see me like this," Taylor murmured.

"You want to crash in my quarters tonight then?" Douglas asked gently.

Taylor looked up at him. "Can I?"

Douglas gave her a small smile and nodded. "Of course,"

Taylor couldn't help but start to cry all over again.

"What's wrong?" Douglas gasped, feeling her cling to him.

"Just, thanks for being here," Taylor cried.

"Anytime," Douglas whispered. "Anytime,"

Oh, the feels. The feels.

Please leave me a review and share your own feels from this chapter and take a guess at what bonding activities we will see in the future from out characters as they reach their "New Normal" on the island. Wow, it is late, I'm making bad puns again. Anyways, don't forget to review on the way out, as they give me the tingly happy sensations where my heart used to be and encourage me to update. Thanks ~AzulaTano.