Author's Note: Hey guys! I just wanted to thank dreamer4evera for supporting this, and all my awesome reviewers! The reviews mean more than you know! Because I'm nice, here's chapter 2! Chapter 3 will hopefully arrive tomorrow! Some of the next chapter may be small, and this story won't be terribly long. But, it is part of a trilogy -I have every plot mapped out, and they're all better than this one, in my opinion- so just hang in there and try to enjoy the ride! Thanks!

The surgery was complete. The surgeon and two nurses cleaned their utensils, and packed up. None of that mattered to the man. Only what they had done mattered. It would change everything, initiate the first step of his plan. His first few had been failures, this boy in particular causing one to fail, but this one would not fail. Donald Davenport would be betrayed by his own children. What could hurt more than being betrayed by your own children, acting of their own free will? Donald Davenport was going to suffer. And this man was going to enjoy every second of it.

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Donald pulled himself together that morning. No way would anything distract him -was that a dollar bill lying on the couch?- from finding Chase. His team reported nothing. Chase had simply dropped off the grid. Which just worried Donald more. Chase would never do that willingly. And if Chase couldn't defeat these guys, they were a force to be reckoned with. Bree and Adam were definitely going to school, needing a normal and relaxing day after what had happened. He also didn't want any distractions -was that cookies he smelled?- Bree was waiting for Adam at the door.

"Come on, Adam, or you'll be late! Leo left already!" She was back to herself after a nights rest, on the surface, at least. Leo had been a little touchy when he left, and Adam seemed less enthusiastic then normal. Eddy appeared, ever the loyal friend. "At least we cleaned out one of the rats," Eddy cackled, then softened at Donald's sad face. "Cheer up. You have me, and I'm sure he'll come back, if only to annoy me." Eddy promptly winked out. Strangely, Donald did feel better. Chase would come back, he certainly was smart enough to devise an escape plan. Donald just needed to be ready to get him. If only it were that easy.

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Chase felt like a hole had been drilled into his skull and brain. He blinked his eyes a few times, shocked when he saw Douglas Davenport sitting in a chair next to Chase's bed. He was the bane of Chase and his siblings' existence, and also the cause of it. Davenport family relations were weird sometimes. Chase closed his eyes again, half-hoping he was hallucinating. He opened them again. There Douglas was. "Why am I in a bed, and not in some creepy cell being hacked by your Triton App?" The one I've put defenses up against. Douglas laughed. Not necessarily out of entertainment. "Why would I do that? I needed to...readjust somethings. It wouldn't work as well in a cell. I have no intention of locking you or your siblings up again. Unlike someone I know." Douglas added scorn in that last statement, and Chase knew it had to be Mr. Davenport Douglas spoke of. That didn't bother him as much as the 'readjustment' bit.

"What exactly did you readjust?' Chase growled in a voice weakened by a parched throat. Douglas smiled again, making Chase feel unsettled. What evil plan did I just stumble onto?

"Why, I simply moved your chip from your neck to your brain. Now it can't be taken out, and, as a bonus, I fixed your glitches. I also helped you unlock a new ability yesterday, that would've taken you two years to discover. You may thank me now. Want some water?" Douglas fixed him a glass. Chase accepted it and found it tasted sweet and pure. A mountain stream maybe. Douglas took it away beaming, obviously expecting Chase to ask more questions. Which he did.

"You just made my chip from my neck to my brain. Without my consent, and now it can't be taken out. Now why would I have a problem with that?" Chase let the sarcasm drip off his voice. For a genius, Douglas could be an idiot sometimes. Douglas put on a face of false hurt. "I made it so you won't glitch. In your brain, it grafts better with your nervous system. So no more glitches, unless you're hit by an EMP. But, I also unlocked a new ability for you. Never mind the fact you could've died during the procedure-"

"So, if I died, it wouldn't matter? I'm just a guinea pig, after all." Chase said sourly. Douglas looked genuinely apologetic. "I'd never let that happen, you're my son, after all. It was worth it, the procedure. It'll help us avenge Molly-"

"1: I'm not your son. 2: Who's Molly?" Chase was perplexed by the last one. Douglas was shocked. He made a tsk-tsk. "Oh, Donald didn't tell you...Molly was your mother. He's the one who killed her." Chase had no idea how to respond to that. Mr. Davenport...killed his mother? No way! Not him! At least, I think he wouldn't...everything started spinning and he felt the urge to vomit. Douglas handed him a trash can. Chase vomited up what felt like a few lungs and a kidney with everything else. He felt sick and weak and confused and scared. And very tired. Douglas patted his hand, and Chase didn't flinch. "We'll talk later. Rest up, and I promise I'll tell you everything." Douglas left, and even though Chase was exhausted, he couldn't help but wonder if the Davenport brothers were really so different after all.

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"Welcome back to the land of the living, Chase. Want some water?" Douglas held out a glass. Chase nodded weakly. He felt weaker after sleep. What's up with that? He accepted the water gratefully. Douglas gave a little cough. "So, where did I leave off?"

"Um...Mr. Davenport killed my mother." His voice sounded so weak and raspy it made him cringe internally. How would he ever escape if he was this weak? Chase noted Douglas' brown eyes turned sadder, as if it actually bothered him. "Molly...she was beautiful. Inside and out. When we first met, I loved her. Donald liked her too. I married her, and we were happy together. Adam and Bree came along, and Donald had been reasonably nice. I never knew just how bitter and jealous he was. Molly became pregnant with you, and Donald lost it. Unknowingly to me, he gave her a biochemical weapon. Soon, it became a choice between you or her. Guess what the choice was." Chase felt as if he had no breath. No heartbeat. Numb. If Douglas wasn't lying...of course he always could be... "Chase, I see the doubt in your eyes. Let me ask you this: if he did nothing, why, when you found out I was your father, did he not tell you of your mother?" Chase felt the seed of doubt take root. Nothing he could do. But he still doubted both sides. Truth is a double-edged sword. Douglas sighed. "How about I show it to you? While that bracelet is on you" -he indicated a metal band on Chase's wrist- "you can use only whatever bionics I allow. So," -Douglas pressed a button- "use your telepathy. Read my memories of what happened."

Chase felt his telepathy flow back into him. No idea how to describe it, it just...came. He tried to send it into Douglas' head. Surprisingly, it worked. The first scene broke his heart. A woman, with brown hair that naturally curled slightly and turned gold at the ends, with bright green eyes sat across from him. This must be Douglas' point of view. He focused on his mother. She was beautiful, with tan skin, a face that was elegant, warm, and relaxed at the same time. The very image of piece and comfort. He looked into her bright grass-green gaze. He'd wondered why he had hazel eyes. No he knew. A mixture of his father's brown and mother's green. The scene swirled and changed, now it was Molly, holding a baby Chase knew to be his brother. Douglas/Chase had an arm around her shoulder as both parents looked on their son, who then changed to a crying baby Bree. Chase smiled. Bree was loud even as a baby. Then he saw Adam, maybe two, and a one-year-old Bree sitting on a couch, with a pregnant Molly sitting next to a worried Douglas/Chase. So close to his dead mother, while in his father's memories. His breath caught in his throat. Even from Douglas' point of view, she looked so real and alive. "Sweetheart, it'll do nothing to them, except make them stronger. Donald...is worrying me. I don't want anything to happen to Sean or Arria. I'd do it to you, but with the baby...I can't risk it." Douglas/Chase touched her face and patted her hand. Chase felt as if he were only the eyes, everything else controlled by another force. His mother kissed him/Douglas, green eyes determined. "If you're sure it won't hurt them," The scene changed for the last time. He was looking at a computer screen, with footage of...his mother having him. While no woman looked perfect during birth, Molly looked awful. Deathly white, green eyes dull and tired, she looked sickly. Chase tuned in to the audio. Donald sat beside her as she groaned in agony. "Before I forgive you, promise me two things." Her voice held a steel will tempered with sickness. Chase felt tears form in his eyes. Whether the past Douglas was crying or himself he didn't know. "Anything. It's my fault." Donald sounded broken up, like he was just realizing what he'd done. You killed my mother, Chase thought angrily. He focused on his mother's words. "Name him Chase, after my maiden name. And...don't touch my children. Let them live, you've taken away almost everything else. You know what I mean by live." She said no more. Two hours later, Chase was delivered. An hour after, his mother died. Chase was sent back to his own crying body. Douglas was tearing up alongside him. "I'd already enhanced Bree and Adam's genes, and waited a year before implanting their chips and enhancing your genes. When you were three, I gave you your chip. I did it to protect you, so later, you could all live and confront your uncle. Then I was booted, simply because Donald refused to acknowledge that he murdered my wife, and framed me. He took you away, and all I ever wanted was you back." Chase knew that the memories he experienced and had been brought over to his mind and molded as if his own. In a way they were his own memories. So was the undying quest for revenge. Donald had murdered his mother. He would pay. Thunder rumbled outside, and Chase felt a strange connection to the storm outside.

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"Chase hasn't shown up in any hospitals, or any police reports...so that must be good." Three days had gone by since Chase's disappearance. Donald was the main optimist. Everyone's hope was dwindling. They'd never been apart this long. Chase had been taken, and with it a lot more than they thought. Donald looked more tight, less like his normal happy self. Adam was somber and silent. Bree was moping around the house, unable to forgive herself. Leo was doing everything he could to find Chase. Tasha was trying to hold them together.

"Well...at least he's safe." Tasha was doing everything she could to cheer up her son, husband, and stepchildren. It wasn't very effective. Donald put his head in his hands, and Adam punched the wall angrily, leaving a dent. Barely missing Bree's face. Her eyes flared with a fire lit by grief and tended with rage. "I should've stopped it!" Adam roared. Bree glared at him, all the bent up anger and grief rushing to escape.

"You should have! You're the oldest aren't you? Supposed to protect us? You failed and Chase is paying! He's probably being held by Douglas or someone equally terrible!" Adam's eyes heated up, and Bree super-sped herself into him. Adam threw her off, sending her through a wall. The three non-bionic humans quickly backed away. All three wished Chase were here to quell the warring siblings. Bree got up, and in Adam's voice said, "I'm Adam. I'm big and strong and stupid enough to let my brother be kidnapped trying to save my stupid self." She flashed toward him, ramming into him with her palms in front and enough force to send him through a wall. Adam got up, seemingly unfazed. But the sadness in his eyes said otherwise. Her words hurt more than being thrown through the wall.

"You stood around doing nothing! I was allowing us to escape! If anyone's at fault, it's you!" Bree stumbled back as if punched, then zoomed out. She knew she was running from her guilt. She sped through the town, knowing no one could see her. Her feet led her wherever they decided, and then she stopped. She looked in front of her. The library. One of Chase's favorite places to go. Guilt hadn't caught up with her, she'd charged it head on. And she felt herself tear up with memories. Then scolded herself. He's not dead. He'll escape and then you will protect him. She made the silent vow, and sprinted home, ready to aide in the effort to bring her brother home.