Leo was getting impatient. His brothers and sister were usually done with training by now. And Donald had said they just had to get changed and they'd be up to hang out with him. That was at least forty five minutes ago. So what was taking them so long? "Ok, I'm going down to the lab." He told his mother.

"Ok. Don't stay down there, though. You need to get fresh air." She paused for a moment. "Tell them lunch'll be ready in five minutes. Oh, and tell Bree I'm taking her shopping later."

"Ok, whatever." He said, waving his hand dismissively as he walked down the hall. He pressed the secret panel on the wall, making the hidden elevator visible and the doors open. He stepped inside, gripping the bars for support and bracing himself for the long and fast drop. Seconds later he was shooting toward the underground lab at speeds that made him slightly nauseous the first few times.

As he stepped out, he called "Hey guys, mom wants us upstairs! It's almost lunch time!" when there was no response, he continued. "I'm not kidding guys. Stop hiding." He strolled into the lab. They weren't in their tubes, on the rock wall, in the game room, or in the mission simulator. Where could they be? "Guys?" he called again, getting a little creeped out from the silence. "Hey, uh, Eddy?"

"What?" the robot/computer asked in his normal whiny voice.

"Have you seen the guys?"

"No… I thought they were with you. Donald told them to get changed and go have some fun, I switched off for like two seconds and they disappeared." He explained.

He would've accused him of lying, but there was a sudden bang and high pitched screaming filled the air. He turned to find three toddlers standing there, no more than four years old, staring at him with wide eyes. "Uh, Eddy?"

"What now?"

"Do you know them?" he squeaked.

As Eddy looked, his face became one of shock. "Is that…"

"E-Eddy?" the little girl asked. "Who's this? Why's he in our lab?"

"Oh my…" Leo spoke.

"He's part of your training. You're supposed to beat him senseless!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah right." The shorter boy said. "Whenever you tell us something, it's always the exact opposite. So… why are you here?" he turned to the older boy.

Leo managed to ask "Who're you?"

"I'm Bree, my older brother Adam." The little girl pointed to the girl on her left. "And my younger brother Chase. And we live here. Now why are you in our house?"

"Wait a minute. If you guys are… oh no, the time machine."

"Huh?" they all asked, cocking their heads to the side.

"Those machines that Big D was making. Those were time machines! You didn't happen to… see any big kids around here, did you? Like, a little taller than me, two boys and a girl?"

"Yep. Somebody," Bree sent an accusatory glare at Adam. "Punched the girl in the face."

"You punched her in the face? Oh boy, are you doomed."

"Why?" Adam asked.

"Because that was Bree. She's from the future, where you come from."

"You punched me in the face!" Bree shouted, anger written on her little four year old face.

"Bree, please, calm down. I don't want you to glitch."

"Wait, you know about our bionics?" Chase asked.

"Of course. I've known for… six months now?" he noticed their looks of shock and betrayal. "Oh no, guys, Davenport didn't tell me. I found out myself." he sighed with relief when their upset looks went away. "Look, I don't know you very well like this, but… it's time for lunch. So let's go."

He headed for the elevator, but they didn't follow. Turning, he asked with a questioning look "Aren't you coming?"

"We're not allowed to go upstairs." Adam said plainly.

"Yes you are. Well, in this time you are. You even go to school."

"School?" they all exclaimed.

"Yeah. Now come on, it's time to go see my mom."

After he convinced them to come up with him, which took quite a bit of effort because they hadn't learned to disobey yet, they were still in their innocent, good stage, the middle child asked a very startling question. "So, um," Bree started as she skipped alongside Leo in the hallway on their way to the kitchen. "Is she our mommy too?"

Leo started choking on air. He considered them his siblings, sure, and his mom thought of them as her children, but he never thought they'd actually call her their mother. "Well, uh-" they all gave him pleading looks, and his willpower to deny anything they wanted crumbled. But he was still didn't know how to respond. "Sure?"

"Yay!" Bree zipped out, just a blur of color, caramel hair flying behind her, giggling joyously.

"Bree, wait!" Leo cried, chasing after her. He found her staring up at Tasha with big blue eyes, obviously amazed and overjoyed to see another person, she was jittery and twitchy and bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Uh, Leo." She said in a nervous, almost sing-songy voice, glancing at her son with a questioning, slightly anxious look. "Who is this?"

"Uh, she… that's Bree." She gave him a look of disbelief, eyes narrowed and eyebrows creased downward. "Hey, you're the one that married a guy who made a working time machine." He defended, putting his hands up in an 'I surrender' gesture.

She nodded. "Good point. DONALD!" she yelled that last part, making Chase wince and cover his ears. Noticing this, her expression turned from angry to sympathetic. "Sorry, Chase honey." just as Mr. Davenport came in.

"Yes?"

"You have a lot of explaining to do." She said with an intimidating glare, crossing her arms.

"What do you mean?" Last time he checked, he hadn't caused any explosions, and none of his inventions had gone berserk, so why was she so mad? She nodded at the three little ones who were staring at him with wide, shocked eyes, the younger two clutching her leg.

His eyes nearly tripled in size and his mouth hit the floor. "Oh my…" he could barely comprehend what he was seeing. He wasn't even sure if he was seeing it, or if he was hallucinating. And judging by the look on his wife's face, she, unfortunately for him, wanted an explanation, and expected it soon. Like, within the next fifteen seconds, soon, or he'd be in big, and I mean big, trouble. But how could he explain the situation if he didn't fully understand it himself? And Tasha's patience was wearing thinner by the second, he could tell from the powerful tense aura emanating off of her. Oh boy, was he in for it.