Author's Note: Haha this'll be finished sooner than I thought. But the sequel will be better!

Chase was pacing. It had been five days since his kidnapping, and four since his surgery. He felt fine physically, but otherwise he was a mess. How could Donald Davenport, his loving father, have killed his mother? And yet all this evidence pointed to it. Davenport had faults, yes, but Chase had never thought murder was one. Chase pictured his mother, and grief stung his heart. Thunder wailed outside, as if joining him in mourning. The door to his room opened, and a clapping Douglas walked in. "Bravo, Chase, you're my favorite, you know." Chase was puzzled. Douglas had agreed to let him go, but this... "Douglas, remember what you said," Chase knew reminding Douglas of a promise would do little if Douglas actually decided to break it. But Douglas shrugged.

"I'm applauding you, Chase. You created this storm the very day you gained the ability to. And you've kept it going." Chase fought down the surprise, fought to keep his face passive. He thought of the connection he'd had to the storm earlier. It made sense. So this was one of his abilities. Chase extended his wrist. "Bracelet off, please," Chase was in no mood to discuss his abilities with his dad. He wasn't planning on talking to the other. Both had reasons to trust and distrust them. Chase hated Donald, but he still distrusted Douglas. Douglas took it off, and Chase felt his bionics become restored. He felt whole, in a way he couldn't explain. Douglas ushered him out, and began leading him through the facility. Chase used his super-senses to make sure they were heading toward the exit. Chase would've preferred silence, but Douglas was inquisitive.

"So, how are your sibling going to react when you appear unscathed? They may distrust you." Chase knew it was a reasonable question, but Chase was a genius. He already had a solution. "I'll say I escaped," His voice was curt, giving clear signals he wished to stay silent. Rain pounded away at the walls, and the wind howled. Chase wondered if he could really control all that power. Finally, they arrived at the door. Douglas didn't open it. "I can't allow you to leave with the weather like this." Chase knew it was a test, and also a genuine concern. Can't lose your world domination tool in the rain, huh? Chase forced himself into a serene focus, tainting it only slightly with anger. He imagined clear skies, and willed it. To his surprise, it worked. He looked Douglas in the eye, and somehow polite words came out of his mouth. Genuine too. "Thanks for the new ability, and not forcing me to stay here against my will. Or Triton Apping me. Or-"

"Yeah, I get it." To Chase's surprise, Douglas hugged him. It felt unwanted and weird and...nice. Chase felt himself relax momentarily, then he tensed up again. He had to focus on his mission, which was confronting Donald. He exited the facility, and once he heard it shut, used his molecularkinesis to send himself flying home.

...

Everyone was in a tense funk. Leo stared at the computer screen, hoping for Chase's GPS to turn on. Bree sat on the couch, holding her phone, hoping for a call from Chase. Adam aimlessly flipped through a book, as if it could reveal Chase's location. Tasha looked at her son and stepchildren. She missed Chase, but this was almost too much for her to bear. Even Donald was just clumping wires and bits together. She pursed her lips, and then a miracle happened. The door opened. And in walked in the most missed person in the household. "Um, hi," Chase spoke tentatively, as if expecting harsh anger or a fight. Instead he was mobbed by hugs. Chase's face began to go red, whether from lack of oxygen or the happiness of being home. The sunlight seemed to get stronger, clouds drifting away from the sun.

"Chase! I am so, so, sorry, I will never let anything like this happen again!" Bree was holding her flesh-and-blood-and-bionic brother so tight she felt as if she would never let go. Chase smiled, gently easing out of her grasp. "Bree, it was my choice. Besides, I managed to escape...so no harm no foul." Bree smiled, wiping a tear away before being shoved away by Adam, who bear-hugged his baby brother.

"I'm sorry you had to leave on such short notice. Though, bro, seriously, I should've done something." Chase shook his head. "My choice, my fault. If you had, you and Bree may have been caught. You did what was best. I'm proud of you. Though I'd like if you laid off the short jokes for a bit." Chase smiled a half-smile, and Adam felt relieved. Leo took his turn, and embraced his stepbrother with one arm. "I missed you. These knuckleheads almost destroyed the house." Chase returned the hug tightly, smiling fully now. "So, what do I hear about a house almost being destroyed? I know you two aren't geniuses, but really?"

Bree shook her smiling head. "We did it...you won't understand until you experience it for yourself. And I hope you never have to." Mr. Davenport raced toward Chase and trapped him between arms and body. Something unnoticed by everyone flashed in Chase's eyes, then dissipated before Donald released him. "I missed you so much. Chase, I never would've given up searching for you. I want you to know that." Donald hugged him again, and Chase wheezed "Can't breathe". His stomach grumbled, and he looked down shyly, as if embarrassed. Donald looked at his nephew, who was in his eyes a son. "I'm ordering five pizzas that'll be here in five minutes. Tell me everything."

...

After every slice had been eaten, Chase's 'escape' been told, everyone had drifted off to their beds. It was 9:00 p.m., so Chase wasn't surprised. What surprised him was how easy it was to lie, and how little it bothered him. He told himself that it was just because he was focused on his mission. Afterwards, he would tell the truth. Hopefully, his siblings would understand. Chase stepped into his capsule, unable to shake an impeding feeling of doubt. He closed his eyes, begging for a peaceful sleep. A storm crashed mercilessly against the cliff the house stood on, and above the crashes of the waves, the lightning cackling and blazing, he heard his mother's screams for vengeance.

He woke up surprised he wasn't shaking. He could hear the storm from his dream, almost as if it were real. It took him a minute to realize it was real. He must've called on it subconsciously. His first instinct was to tell Mr. Davenport about his telepathy and Atmokinesis- that's what google called it- but it was quickly overrode by the image of his mother's face and her screams. No, he would not tell her murderer anymore until he confronted him. He looked to his left and right. His siblings weren't in their capsules. He checked the time on a computer. It was noon. Of course they'd be at school. Stepping out of his capsule in his pajamas, he exited the lab, hoping to fix himself some breakfast. He'd wait a few days before confronting Donald. How he would stand the wait...a different story. He had just tucked into his bowl when Donald's thoughts intruded on him. Money, money, everything is okay- "Hey, Chase, sleep okay?" Chase smiled, a smile so genuinely fake it seemed real to everyone but himself. "Yeah, it feels great to be home." Mr. Davenport seemed satisfied with his answer. Chase went back to eating quietly, then, in fear that he was acting unlike himself, asked,

"Any new inventions?" Chase listened, pointed out a few ideas, and it felt as if nothing had changed. When everything had changed. Chase couldn't even trust the man who had practically raised him since before he could remember. Then an idea popped into his head. He focused, found his serene focus, and mixed in some anger. He found himself in Donald's mind. Chase sorted through the garbage memories. Someday, with practice, he hoped he would be able to find only the memories or thoughts he wanted. He thought of Molly...and found himself cascaded by emotions embedded so deeply he felt as if he were being smothered. He pulled himself out, feeling as if he couldn't breathe. Donald was ranting about his genius, and somehow, annoying as it was, it felt normal, soothing even. Chase felt the burn for vengeance momentarily dull. Then it came back, fiery as ever. He finished his cereal, and as he was cleaning the bowl, could imagine no better words from Mr. Davenports' mouth. "There's an incident at work that needs my wonderful intelligence to solve. Davenport out." Mr. Davenport left, and Chase fought the smile tugging at his lips. Then he went back to business. He headed down the lab, and heard Eddie flick into existence on a screen.

"Pest control! Pest control! Yes, I have a rat infestation in my basement- ew, one just walked by me, it's so small and hideous-" Chase opened Eddie's box and turned him off, glad of the silence. He then sat down in front of the computer, and searched up his mother. The results were a range that brought forth a variety of emotions. Christmases, vacations, a wedding, normal family pictures. Chase felt as if they were someone else's life, not his siblings' lives, not the life he would've lived. Should've lived. He clicked on a file with her name on it, and he found her biography. She was 24 at her death. She held a degree in engineering. Her parents died three years after her. She had a sister. Chase found himself re-reading that. He had an aunt. An aunt who probably wasn't a power-hungry psychopath. Who probably had children of her own. Who might've wanted custody of her sisters' kids. Chase forced himself to read on. Her cause of death was a biochemical that caused organs to shutdown. The cure was highly toxic to young children, whose immune systems couldn't handle it. Chase felt a weight of responsibility on his shoulders. He had had a hand in her death. At least he hadn't administered it to her. He scrolled on, absorbing but not quite thinking of the information. He soon finished it, and, after taking care to erase that search from anything Mr. Davenport could do to recover it, he went upstairs. He read some books, watched some documentaries. It was weird how solitude sounded so perfect, and how boring it quickly became. He was relieved when his siblings arrived home, and he had no idea why.

"Chase! You would not believe what happened at school today! Adam got a C!" Leo high-fived Adam, and Chase smiled and congratulated Adam. Bree was rolling her eyes, though Chase knew she was proud.

"Well done, Adam, if you keep it up, you might just have a higher IQ than a rock." She patted him on the shoulder, them began texting a friend. Adam and Leo chattered on about what happened, and Chase listened intently, surprised at how much he wished he'd been there. They talked for about an hour, and Mr. Davenport walked in. "Guys, guess who just made another five million dollars? I'll give you a hint: He's awesome, smart, and his name is D-O-N-A-L-D-D-A-V-E-N-P-O-R-T." Donald pointed at himself for emphasis.

"You forgot to mention he's really short." Adam stated, earning a glare from Donald. Leo broke the moment. "Adam got a C on a test!" Adam beamed at those words, and Donald looked confused. "That's a good thing?" They were interrupted by Tasha. She called them to her snacks, and Adam, Bree, and Leo began to devour them. Chase remained behind with Mr. Davenport. Mr. Davenport looked at Chase's face intently, as if seeking something. Chase felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny. Thankfully, Mr. Davenport broke the silence.

"Chase, you've been acting a little strange. You can tell me anything, you know that?" He sounded so sincere it made Chase wonder if this man could really have murdered someone. Chase shrugged. "I'm fine, really." What a lie that was.