Well, have another (long) chapter. Fall break is on, and updates will hopefully be more frequent. So we get to know Emily a little more and where she fits in to the actual show storyline. This is the other characters' first impressions as well. Not much to say.

"She won't answer any more of my questions. You three need to talk to her." I could hear Mr. Davenport's voice from the separate room in the lab. He had put me in the main part and wouldn't let me out. A few minutes ago, the elevator door had dinged, and the inventor had started talking to some people. I was assuming it was Adam, Bree, and Chase.

"Alright, Mr. Davenport, we'll talk to her." This was from Chase. Even though I had never actually heard him speak, it was always how I imagined he sounded like.

"Yeah, let's go see who this bird-girl thinks she is." Adam's voice was deeper, but he just sounded a lot more childish.

The door slid open, and the three bionics walked through. Their gazes immediately went to the wings across my back then turned to my face. I stood. "You probably have a lot of questions. Well, just know that I'm not going to answer them until I can talk to someone not blood-related to my father."

I sat down again and crossed my arms. "Your father?" Bree asked.

I didn't answer, just closed my eyes and leaned my head back. "Where's Leo?"

As if in answer to my question, Mr. Davenport's voice came through the closed doors. "Leo, you shouldn't be down here. There's someone very important we're talking to."

The oldest two teenagers' faces remained blank, but Chase cringed a little. "I'm so touched!" I called. "But I'm not that important. Come on in, Leo!"

As the door was opening, Chase turned to me. "How did you hear that? Only I could, and I used my super-hearing."

I shrugged. "Don't you think my dad made sure I used my normal human abilities to the limit before putting super-human stuff in me?"

Chase opened his mouth to reply, but Leo walked in at that moment. "Hey, guys, who's this?" He pointed at me. "And what's with the wings?"

"I'm Emily." I stuck out my hand, and he shook it warily. "And these are my creations. Well, actually, they're my father's creations. Sorry about that," I told Mr. Davenport, who had walked in after Leo.

"Who's your father? He must be a pretty good inventor to beat Big D at his own game," Leo commented.

I stared at the five of them, incredulous. "You really don't know?"

"Please don't be the person I think it is," Donald said.

I smirked. "Oh, it is. My father is Douglas."

For five precious seconds, everyone and everything stood stock still, not even daring to breathe. Then, everything seemed to explode at once, as if someone had hit the pause button and then came back and hit play. Everyone started yelling and trying to talk at once.

Unfortunately, this was always how I had pictured it. After a few moments of them screaming at me and each other, I calmly flew up in the air and beat my wings hard, creating a giant gust of wind that effectively made them stop talking.

When I landed, they all stared at me, as if I was some kind of magical fairy. Finally, Chase spoke up. "So, if you're Douglas's daughter, that makes you our sister, right?"

"Half-sister," I corrected. "I was actually born the real way, not genetically engineered like you guys."

"Well, this is new." Eddy's voice popped up as if on cue. "Here's another person that I can ruin their day."

"Oh, you don't want to ruin my day," I said, calmly stalking up to his screen. "Because I can ruin your mainframe."

Eddy gasped. "You wouldn't."

"I'm not like your little friends here. I'm not half as nice."

"Ah! Donnie, this bird-girl is scaring me."

"How do you know how to hack into Eddy's mainframe?" Donald asked me, ignoring the emoticon.

I shrugged. "You can't be the daughter of a brilliant inventor without picking up a few things."

"Douglas is not a brilliant inventor. He's a heartless, evil psychopath. I'm the brilliant inventor."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself. I'm not the biggest fan of my father, but at least I'm honest enough to say he's smart. He did create the bionic chips after all."

"Wait a second," Chase cut in. "You said you knew some of our secret abilities."

"Yes, but I'm not telling you them. Like Donald said, there's a certain time you need to discover them."

"How do you know I said that?"

"Let's just say that your little security system isn't the most secure system out there."

If Eddy could look any more appalled, he would have right then. "You're definitely Douglas's daughter," Mr. Davenport muttered, so soft that probably only he, Chase, and I could hear it.

"Are you insulting me, Donnie?" I asked, taking a step forward.

His face went pale. "No, how did you hear that?"

"The bird-girl has super senses like Chase," Adam said.

"My name is Emily, if you don't mind."

"You're bionic?" Donald asked, shocked.

"Kind of. I do have a chip attached to my nervous system, but it's not like Adam, Bree, and Chase's. It's mainly for my wings, but it has some other functions as well."

"Like what?" The billionaire crossed his arms over his chest.

"You know how a lot of things these days have connections, like a trigger or button or have to run on electricity or something?" Everyone but Adam nodded. "Well, if something is threatening me, even if it's a thousand miles away, my chip can sense it and cut the connection. It's a lot more useful these days when everything has to depend on something else to work. It's like a self-defense kind of thing."

"So, how does your chip have to do with your wings?"

"The chip can…change the skin and muscles and stuff in my back so the wings can mold into them. It just…adapts so it can work." I have to search for the right words sometimes.

I snapped my fingers. "Hey, if you guys wanted, I could modify your chips so they can do this stuff too."

The three bionic kids' faces lit up. "Yeah, that'd be awesome!" Bree said. The boys nodded.

"Whoa, wait a second. I don't want some strange girl who claims to be my psycho brother's daughter to be messing around with my kids' chips."

I shrugged. "Fine, just thought about offering. Now, if you don't want me around, I'll just be going." I started to leave, but all four of the kids started protesting.

"Please, Mr. Davenport, can't we let the bird-girl stay?"

"Yeah, can't we at least let her stay here for a night or two?"

"She is our sister, after all."

"We still have a bunch of questions to ask."

I found it amusing that they all asked Mr. Davenport and not went directly to me. "Fine, fine, alright," Donald said. "As long as she cooperates, she can stay for now."

The other kids cheered and thanked him, not even paying the slightest bit of attention to me. I was tempted to say, "Hello, I'm still right here. You still haven't asked my opinion. What if I don't want to stay? Are you going to force me?" But I decided against it. I had made my point that I was going to be hard to deal with. One shouldn't push it, after all.

Donald turned to me. "So, why are you here and not with my brother?"

"I ran away when I realized how he really was, just a few months ago." I smiled mischievously. "I saw you guys fight him and Marcus. That was quite a show."

"Where were you? None of us saw you," Chase said.

"I was inside for the first part. When I went out, I saw Marcus and Leo talking and yelled out Marcus's name. It was what distracted him enough for the electricity to not go through the vest you were wearing." I turned to Leo and quirked an eyebrow, looking a lot like Marcus himself. "Then, I followed an angry Marcus inside when I found the door to the lab was open and saw you guys there. I watched the whole thing from the doorway, though I could tell you guys were a bit busy to notice me. When the building started collapsing, I got out of there, and I never looked back. So there, that's my story."

The five people in the room stared at me for a while. Finally, Leo said, "So, you saved my life?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Marcus doesn't really have any human feelings since he's an android, so I couldn't let him go too far, like he always does. I didn't even know those were my siblings fighting in there."

"Why didn't you help us?" Chase asked accusingly.

I shrugged again. "Not my problem. And it looked like you guys had it pretty much under control. I knew you guys would defeat them. Besides, I wouldn't have let anyone die or anything. I would have stepped in if I had to."

"But you didn't." Donald narrowed his eyes at me.

My façade of nonchalance didn't falter once. "So? To me, you were a bunch of strangers fighting my father and brother. It was only later that I found out you were actually my family as well."

Mr. Davenport looked like he was going to say something else, but Bree cut in. "Guys, let's just drop it. It happened in the past, and it's not like she did anything to hurt us." She looked at her dad pointedly.

He sighed. "Fine, but I still have a lot of questions."

I smirked. "And I have a lot of time to kill, so I guess we both get what we want."

Eddy appeared on the screen again. "Tasha said that dinner's ready. We're having cow brains with short cake for dessert. I bet you can guess who those are for."

Adam and Chase groaned, and Bree just shook her head with a smile. The six of us made our way to the elevator, but as we were going, I saw Donald shoot me a dirty look over his shoulder. I just smiled.

I could tell that he didn't like me very much.