Thanks for all the reviews! Because of the positive feedback and the questions you guys have, I've decided to write a part 2, with Donald's point of view, and to make this a two-shot. It still is rather dark and is more backstory than anything (also ain't the best I've written) and I hope everything will become clear now. And now I'm gonna reply to the reviewers:

ShyMusic: Thanks for reviewing! I thought it wouldn't be great because Adam is actually hard to write. And yes, poor Adam...

Dirtkid123: You know what? I will tell you what happened, and that's why I decided to make this a two-shot. Thanks for reviewing!

HawiianChick12: Thanks for reviewing! You'll find out in the second part if it's real or not.

PurpleNicole531: Yeah, poor Adam. And he might be harsh, but he just wants his son back. Thanks for reviewing!

TKDP: Thanks for reviewing! So many questions, and just a second part to include it in... and I managed to do it. Just don't forget this is AU.

daphrose: That's a good guess, and we'll see if it's true or not. Also, thanks for the explanation: I still have lots to learn about English phrases. Thanks for reviewing!

pjofoblabrats01: Thanks for reviewing! I am really glad you liked it so much!

LabRatsWhore: Actually I had something else in mind, but that's a good guess. To read what really happened, scroll down. Thanks for reviewing!

Enjoy part 2!

-Writer207

"Then don't push it and have him adapt to the situation." Leo says. He walks out of Adams room and slams the door. I know he does that on purpose, to make a point. I sigh. Great job. I managed to upset my two sons within a minute. I don't call him back; he knows the way out and will probably go back to the car.

I don't like to admit it, but Leo does have a point. I probably shouldn't push Adam to remember, to bring back childhood memories. But until the day he accepts his memories, he has to stay here in the institution. First, he was in a hospital, but the other patients scared him. He then was placed in the Mission Creek Institution.

I want him to come home, and Tasha and Leo also want him to come back. I thought he'd be home soon. Turns out it isn't as soon as I hoped it would be.

I lift my hand. I hesitate, but eventually I knock on the bathroom door.

"Adam?" I start, "Adam, I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have… you know… please forgive me." I wait for an answer, but it doesn't come. I know that he doesn't want to talk to me, hence the silence. I decide it's better to go now, and I leave his room, closing the door behind me. I walk through the hall, going to the parking lot.

Adam… where did it go wrong?

I know where it went wrong. It was my choice of partner that made his life miserable.

We were so happy together. We have always been happy, me and Sophie Carter. We fell in love, slowly. We started as colleagues, then partners, and because we couldn't wait, we married. Our marriage lasted twenty years.

Our best moments were spend right before and after Sophie's pregnancy. She gave birth to a boy. She always wanted to have a son. But there were complications. I don't remember all the medical terms, but another pregnancy would mean that she would die. We wouldn't risk it, and so we only have one child, our son, Adam Davenport.

He was a happy kid. I always smiled whenever he tried out something new. He liked to play with us, especially with me. Almost all my time was spent with Adam and my wife. It was very hard to combine with a job, but at least we were happy. And at that time, that was all that mattered.

When Sophie was fired and deemed unfit to work again, I had to be the one to earn enough money for our family to survive. We barely had enough, but we got through that situation. Luckily, Douglas' inheritance saved us. He died when Adam was three, and he wanted me to have everything he had. He had a lot of money. Because of his inheritance, we lived a good life with enough money to get through. Adam was sent to school, and Sophie stayed at home.

At this point, I wished I had more time for family, that I had been there for Adam when he needed it. I worked so hard I didn't catch the hints.

Don't get me wrong; everything was fine until his tenth. From then, things got out of hand. School ended before I was home. And sometimes when I got home, Adam had bruises, cuts, … a lot of wounds. Because it happened a lot more as he grew older, I thought there were bullies in Adam's class. I have had a lot of conversations with the teachers, but they were convinced Adam had the best friends in his class. They told me he always was hanging around Bree and Chase.

Bree and Chase… no wonder he doesn't stop talking about them. They were his best friends when he turned twelve. He always talked about them when he hadn't come home with bruises. He told me that Bree was the fastest girl of their year and that she would probably become a very famous "runner", as Adam would put it. Chase was his best friend who is very smart. Adam compared him to Einstein. I'm certain this Chase wasn't that smart, but I guess he is rather smart for his age.

As I leave the building, I see Leo standing at my car. Tasha has stepped out of it and is talking to Leo right now. I can't help but smile. I don't know what happened to Mr. Dooley, but at least Leo has a good mother. At least his mother is friendly and kind.

Sophie was a very nice woman. She really was. She might have changed over the years, but I still loved her. I saw only her good side, because that was the only side of her she wanted me to see. But everyone has a bad side as well.

I found out about her bad side when I came home early from work when Adam didn't have school. When I came home, I heard Adam was crying. I walked into our living room, and I saw Adam laying on the ground. Sophie stood at the other side of the room. When I saw the many empty beer bottles, I realized she must be drunk. Well, she definitely smelled like she had been drinking. I sat down next to Adam and comforted him. his hoodie covered his face; he didn't want to show me his head. I suggested to go to his room, and he accepted. So we went upstairs, to his room, away from Sophie.

Only in his room he dared to show me his head. I was shocked, I … there are no words to describe what I've seen. He had a black eye, a lot of bruises and some other wounds. It was horrible. I decided to bring him to the hospital; he didn't protest. When we were driving to the hospital, I asked Adam to tell me what happened. At first, he didn't want to say anything. Later, when I convinced him nobody would ever hurt him again, he started to talk.

I learned a lot. Apparently, it had been my wife who had been hitting Adam. Not only that, but she had been insulting him a lot, and not only when she was drunk. No, she only harmed him physically when she was drunk. He had been carrying this heavy load for five years – Adam was fifteen when I discovered the truth – and I hadn't known about it.

I'm the worst father ever.

Adam had to stay one night in the hospital. Sophie wasn't happy to know Adam was there. The next morning, right after I collected Adam from the hospital, I asked for a divorce. I still loved Sophie, but there wasn't much love left from my side. This couldn't continue. For Adam's safety, I had to get away from her. I didn't know where to live yet, or what to do when she was out of our life, but I did know I had to live with her until I found a place to stay.

I still had to go to work, but Adam was my priority. I brought him to school and collected him after my work day. I made sure he wasn't all alone at home with Sophie, because she didn't like that I wanted to divorce her.

One day, I had to work a little longer. I rushed through work so I could get to Adam in time. But when I arrived there, a teacher told me Adam was already at home, that my wife had already picked him up. When I arrived there, I noticed Sophie had drunk a lot more than usual. I could see it because there were more beer bottles than usual. She was upstairs, crying loudly. Adam was in the living room. He lay on the ground. I thought he'd be fine, but he wasn't. A small stream of blood ran off of his head and dropped on the ground.

I called an ambulance. There was nothing else I could do. I also informed the police about what Sophie had done, and I gave the officers at the other side of the line our address. I went with Adam to the hospital, so I don't know what the officers have done once they arrived at our house. I was told they had to put her in jail because of child abuse. I don't remember the details – at the time, all I cared about was Adam. But Sophie and I did divorce.

She had given Adam some serious injury. I still don't know why she hit Adam this hard this time but I'm guessing it's because she didn't like it that I wanted to divorce her. The doctor said something about brain damage. Again, I don't really remember the details, but it was bad.

When he woke up at the hospital one week later, he was different. I got suspicious when he asked where Bree and Chase were, because we moved away and he hasn't seen them in three years; I knew something was wrong when he called me 'Mr. Davenport'. It was the first time he ever called me that. I could've cried. He's my son, he shouldn't call me by my surname, he shouldn't act too distant. My heart broke. My son had changed, and there was nothing I could do to help him. The doctor told me he could leave when his brain was fixed. But when would it be fixed? When his memories returned? And I mean his real memories about all the times his mother hit him, not the ones he made up. He's been having trouble for the past two years with his fake and real memories

Leo stops talking when he notices that I'm coming closer. Tasha, my new wife I met one year after Adam had to go to the hospital, glares at me. I come closer.

"Leo, I …" I sigh, "I guess you're right. I shouldn't have pushed him to remember. He… he needs to do that himself." It is hard to admit. It is a little too hard to admit that it has to be Adam who decides when he is leaving. But as long as he keeps talking about Bree and Chase being his bionic younger siblings, he won't leave the institution he was placed in.

"Told ya!" says Leo in return. He's a nice kid. He has a good life. I have no idea what happened to Mr. Dooley, as I said earlier, but he has his mother and he has me. And we're never going to let him down. We all get in the car; Tasha is going to drive. It's her car after all.

Once we're on our way home, I notice some papers in my wife's purse. Then I remember what's drawn on those papers. I take them out of the purse. I had forgotten to carry them with me when I stepped out of the car to visit Adam.

He always proudly showed me one when he had finished one. I don't know if Sophie knew about the drawings, and I hope she doesn't.

Those drawings are important and they have a great value. I knew my wife insulted him, so he made his own fantasy world. I knew about this world before they sort of replaced Adam's memories. He showed me the drawings after work whenever he wanted to show me. He's not good at drawing, but he does put a lot of effort in his works.

I'm looking at the picture of a villa. My villa, according to Adam. In his fantasy world, we live in that villa, with a giant lab underneath – invisible for the outside world – at a big cliff. There are other drawings as well. he made a drawing about the lab, with their mission suits and capsules for their bionics. The bionics were his first idea – it sounded logical that, in a world like this, bionic people could walk around on the planet.

I had planned to bring those drawings with me to show him what he had drawn before he had to go to this institution. I wanted him to know his memories of today were just the fantasy of yesterday. Maybe he'll remember making them, and maybe it'll make sure he can come home faster.

He's been in the institution for two years, entered when he just turned fifteen. I want nothing more than him coming home. But he wouldn't be allowed to go until he doesn't call his fantasy 'memories' anymore.

I fold the papers and put them in my pockets. The next time that I visit Adam, I won't forget to show him these. And hopefully, he will no longer see his fantasy as his memories. He'd have to remember that his mother hit him, but she is out of our lives now and doesn't have to fear her.

And hopefully, he will come home soon.