AN: I love my presents and I'll cherish them forever! Sorry for the delay, but I went back to work and haven't had time to sit down and type. Hope everything makes sense and I didn't screw up anything I already said.

Disclaimer: Don't own Lab Rats, not even 0.000(repeating) 1 percent…

Chapter 8

The walk down to the lab was quite. As they walked down the hall they heard a sound of shattering equipment. The three looked to one another before rushing down the hall. Adam and Bree were thinking Declan had woken up and attacked Douglas again. Donald knew his brother and knew it wasn't the case. They arrived at the lab to see the bionic girl still lying on the table stiff as a board and what use to be a scanner laid at Douglas's feet.

"Sorry Donnie, I'll get you a new one…" Douglas said sadly. Bree kept back the comment that he meant steal, but decided not to bring it up for sake of the tense situation.

"It's okay," Donald said placing a hand of Douglas shoulder before looking the girl on the table. "So, I take it that it isn't good."

"Yeah…" Douglas sighed. "She's overloading because of this app is trying to take over all her bionics thus her system. I looked into removing them, but because her body, mainly her nervous system, requires them and they've integrated with her she'll definitely die without them. I can't just take out her chip because it maintains those additions her body structure was given. I tried to remove the app itself, but it will literally do what it does, suicide, it will kill itself and take her with it. This is also my fault too as I designed her "Triton App" differently. I made hers so she wouldn't need my commands, but that backfire and it didn't help when she electrocuted herself. I don't know…"

Douglas felt helpless. For being a genius and saving this girl's life before, he couldn't figure out how to do it again. It was like before. Everything was. When said he remembered everything, he did. From there first meeting to him sending her away…

The air had a cold feeling despite the warm weather. Douglas walked along the sidewalk in the park one late night mulling over all that happened within the last year. It wasn't that long ago his brother had kicked him out of Davenport Industries for creating genetically engineered bionic super humans. He didn't see the problem with it and yet Donald couldn't seem to understand all they could do. They could do great things even though he wanted to rob a bank or take over a country.

The only light source came from the lights alongside the concrete. It was enough to make it clear to see around him. However, some places outside the sources were difficult. He looked ahead to see a black mass near him. He thought it was a homeless person or even an animal. As he got closer it too small to an adult and too human looking to be an animal. Curiously he went to find a girl around 4 years old with brown hair. He turned her over to see pain etched on her face.

"Kid, you okay?" Douglas asked.

What was about a four year girl doing out her in the middle of the night? Where were her parents? Did she have any? Why was she in pain? It kind of broke his heart to see like that. As he held onto her body to feel she was shaking. It wasn't cold, quite warm actually, so it was strange. He called to her again before her head rolled over toward his voice.

"Un…cannot…me help," she slurred. He could by her mouth she was trying to speak, but having much difficulty. "Ditzy…I…dit…" She also seemed to be having issue thinking of words. Around that age she appeared, children have a basic vocabulary. She was hurt or at least ill. Douglas looked around before picking the girl up and making a break for it.

Luckily he could still get into some of his labs around the area until Donald came and took them. He placed the girl on a table and scanned her. She wasn't hurt, but very seriously ill. It was more seen with adults, but children can have it too. It explained a lot and his medical background helped. He could tell by her symptoms of what she might have. It looked like a classic case of Multiple Sclerosis. An illness that effect the nervous system…he got an idea. He looked around and saw what all was there. He could do it. She could his ticket to revenge.

It took a while, but he succeeded. He now was proudly looking at the first bionic human that wasn't not made to be. He was careful to make sure the bionics wouldn't harm her in any way. He had a heart. All the bionics should fix any of the damage caused and or give her the edge on the other three. He heard a moan and went to her. She was waking up.

"What…" she questioned in a voice sounding like it was trying to find itself.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, but I helped you," Douglas explained to the child. He didn't want to scare her plus technically he couldn't let her go.

"Who are you?" she whispered softly. He honestly didn't know what to tell her. Before he answered or let alone think of one she spoke again, "Do you know who I am?"

"Huh?" he asked.

"I don't know…" she said sadly.

This would be perfect.

"I'm your father," he answered proudly.

"Oh, dad…" she wondered before she nodded understanding the word. The super intelligence he gave her kicked in or at least that's what he was thinking could be what occurred. When he examined her the scan showed not only her physically, but mentally. She was very smart naturally.

"Yes, I'm your father and you were sick, but you're better now," he explained. Lying was like second nature.

"What's my name again? I think being sick made me forget…" she said worried her father would be upset with her. Douglas could see this clearly. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him with deep brown eyes. She was human, naturally.

"Declan Davenport."

Months after saving "his daughter's" life he wondered was it a mistake. Despite, she was good to have around, she glitched so much. Some of her bionics were out of control. She already shocked herself and was getting in trouble because she couldn't control them. She claimed to feel sick somedays and even at one point it got so bad she started having seizures. He attempted to help, but it wouldn't help. Also during this time he figured out she was a runaway from one of the orphanages in town. So really no one was looking for her and police claimed to make the case of the missing girl cold. They didn't have much to go on as the one she ran from was the worst in town. He didn't blame her, but staying in the area with her would eventually catch up. He didn't have many choices and he made the selfish one. While she slept he moved to Sector Z and posed as Donald. They believed him thinking she was a robot set for destruction later. With that he left to find other means of revenge leaving one to seed.

Donald tried looking a Declan, but he received the same results as his younger brother. She couldn't helped. Adam sulked around the lab while Bree mentioned she was going upstairs to check on her brother. He decided that Tasha and Leo should stay away from the house for right now and they left to visit Rose. Donald rather be looking at a possibly ex-vengeful bionic than see his mother-in-law. Perhaps it was better this way and he wasn't thinking about his family.

Bree casually walked up to the living room. As she neared the area where her battle took place she heard something shattered. She super speeded into the living room area and saw Chase's arm sticking out and a vase shattered near a wall. He had used his Molcularkinesis to throw it. Next she he saw a plate sitting out flying out the broken window. He had a look of fury on his face and looked like he was in pain, emotional pain. He was holding back the tears by not holding back his bionics. Bree sped over to her brother and held his hands down before he did any more damage or hurt someone.

"Chase stop!" she yelled.

"I couldn't save her and I helped destroy her…" he muttered.

"No you didn't!" Bree exclaimed. "Douglas and Mr. Davenport are doing what they can. They also even if they or she didn't do anything this could have happened anyway." That was what she got from the conversation downstairs. It made sense from what all Douglas talked about. "She knew what was at stake and she trusted you to make the decision she wanted you to make. She might not have pictured she'd bond so closely with you, but in the end I think that's what saved us. If she didn't like you she would have come in here and we might not have walked away without losing someone. In a sense you saved her from what she wanted help with. She's not suffering anymore."

Chase stared at the broken glass on the floor with such an intense stare Bree thought it might melt through the floor. She hoped she had said the right thing to her brother. He was a smart guy, but emotionally was different for them all. Being raised in a lab for 16 years didn't help and now that she thought about it Declan lived in a cell for perhaps just as long. No wonder she was the way she was. She heard a snuffle and saw Chase look up at her.

"Thanks Bree," he smiled.

"Yeah, don't mention it Buttercup. Really, don't." Bree answered. Chase rolled his eyes at her and her need for image.

Chase knew eventually he'd have to go down stairs and after talking with Bree he felt like he could. He heard what she said and she had a point. It was like when someone dies. It was better because they're no longer are suffering. Then what was Declan really placed on this Earth for? There had to be more than that, to set an example. As he walked into the lab he saw Douglas place a hand on her arm and whisper something. Donald looked solemnly. He wondered what came over his brother. He truly cared for the kid, well the kids in general.

"How is she?" Chase asked cautiously. Donald looked up at him to see a few small cut on his face and suit that weren't there before. Both brothers looked at each wondering what to say to him.

"We've done all we can, but everything we've tried has a bump in the road," Donald explained taking the approach first. "Her infrastructure is too complex. Chase, I'm sorry, but even I have to admit that she can't be saved."

Chase's arms were at his side and they could clearly see them clench up and begin to shake. They knew he was trying to control himself. He was resisting the urge to start throwing things around to release his anger. He was also trying to resist Spike. That was all they needed, but he was tempted to give in to have an escape. However, it wouldn't be escape in the mind of both himself and Declan. It would be abandonment and she didn't deserve that. She'd had enough of that in her life and Chase wasn't going to do that to his best friend.

AN: (Robot) Chapter 8 is complete. (Normal) Hope you like it and understand more about her. Sorry if some seemed OCC, but it happens. Hope you'll leave me a Review. WELCOME TO THE YEAR 2016 EVERYONE! Happy New Year!