Hello, my beauties. I know I've said this before, but the popularity of this story is seriously surprising me. I'm super glad you guys like it.

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Adam and Bree stood on shaky legs. By now, the three non-bionic people had come back in. Chase was still on the floor, unconscious.

I watched it all on Eddy's screen. He had always had a soft spot for me, for some reason, and had agreed to show me what was going on in there. I was in my capsule in my room upstairs. I had just woken up a few minutes ago and was feeling strangely okay for someone who had just gotten knocked out by a falling crate and possibly had a concussion. I still hurt too much to get out of my capsule though.

I pressed a button on my capsule, and it converted into a queen-size bed. The facility had trained me to sleep in any position, and Mr. Davenport had finally developed the technology to make a convertible capsule. He had decided not to give it to his three kids because they were so used to sleeping standing up.

I continued to watch the screen silently. Adam and Bree were still trying to get over the effects of the Triton App, another thing I was used to because I had been trained with it, or rather, to fight against it. Chase was starting to stir as well. The other three were helping everyone up, explaining things.

When he found out he had dropped a heavy crate on me, Chase's eyes widened in shock, and he asked, "Where is she?"

"She's in her room. You can go up to see her, but she may or may not be awake," Mr. Davenport told him.

He ran up, his speed rivaling Bree's. I told Eddy to turn the monitor off and turned my gaze to the door. Seconds later, there was a knocking, and Chase appeared. "Oh good, you're awake," he said with relief.

"Yeah, and so are you."

He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "I know what you're going to say, and I want to stop you right here. You don't have to apologize because it's not your fault. Remember what I said? I don't blame you. You fought your hardest and tried your best, and you even saved a lot of lives. I'm not hurt that bad, and no one else is injured at all. You couldn't have done anything more."

He seemed to deflate, sinking down to sit next to me on my bed-capsule. "Then, why do I feel so awful?" he asked hoarsely. "I feel like I could have done something else. I could have fought harder or something."

"No, you couldn't have. I saw you. You were fighting your hardest to stop Douglas. You even did defeat it in the end."

"But I wasn't fast enough."

"You were plenty fast enough. Here, I'll show you." I pressed on the remote for the flat-screen TV in my room, and Eddy popped up.

"Hello, Hannah. Hey, short-stop. What do you want now?" the mechanical voice said.

"Show us the living room ten minutes and twenty-seven seconds ago."

"You mean the part where short-stuff dropped the big box on your head?"

"Eddy!" I glanced worriedly over at Chase, but he wouldn't meet my eyes. "Just show us the last few minutes of the battle and afterward."

"Fine." He disappeared, and the living room appeared in his place.

"You have access to our security system?" Chase asked, startling me.

"Yeah, Eddy lets me see it if I want to."

"Eddy being nice? That's two words that don't belong in a sentence together."

"I heard that," Eddy said, appearing on his smaller monitor in the wall.

"Guys, stop it and watch this," I told them.

The view was obviously from Eddy's screen by the door. I saw Chase and myself standing there, Adam and Bree on the ground. We were talking, but I already knew what happened, so I paid more attention to other things I didn't notice then. Then, Chase dropped the crate on me.

But his eyes suddenly turned back to their original hazel, and he tried to shift the crate at the last minute with his molecular kinesis. The crate hit the side of my head instead of the top, where it would have broken apart and possibly cracked my skull open. I fell, and Chase collapsed in front of me. That's when the three normal people came out and checked everybody. Mr. Davenport picked me up and took me upstairs.

I clicked the screen off and turned to Chase. "See? You even managed to move the crate so it didn't hit the top of my head and kill me. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Everything else you did was Douglas controlling you."

"I know, I just feel…weird inside, like there's some kind of bug or something inside of me and I need to get rid of it somehow. It's…hard to describe."

I put a hand on his arm comfortingly. "I know how you feel. I was trained with the Triton App in order to know how it feels and how to resist it. It's really unnerving, especially the first time."

"They actually used the Triton App on you?" He raised an eyebrow in disbelief. I nodded, and he just shook his head in disgust and incredulity. "That's like child abuse or something."

I smiled humorlessly at him. "And training a kid to do anything necessary in order to survive and protect others isn't?"

He sighed. "I guess we've both had a weird childhood."

"You could say that again. Sometimes, I don't even know if I'm…" My voice trailed off. "Never mind."

We sat in silence for a few minutes. I was grateful he didn't press me for information or anything. Then, I had an idea. "Want to watch their reaction?"

"What?"

"Douglas and Krane's. I have secret cameras placed at some of their hideouts. I'm sure I can find them."

"You placed secret cameras at their hideouts? And didn't get caught or anything?" He looked at me incredulously.

"Yeah, training can pay off at times. So, do you want to see them or not?"

"Sure. But don't you think you should tell Mr. Davenport about these cameras so he can monitor them?"

"No, if he does anything wrong, they could find out about them, and the whole thing would be blown. Some things are better kept a secret." I turned the TV back on and told Eddy to show me the thing I wanted to see. Soon, Douglas and Krane's faces appeared.

"No!" Douglas exclaimed. "He's not supposed to be able to fight it!"

"Well, he did, and now the whole plan is ruined," Krane replied in his deep voice.

"No, the plan is still on. I just have to make some upgrades to the Triton App, and we can…"

"No, your plan is done. It's time to go forth with my plan."

"What are you talking about?" For the first time, Douglas seemed scared.

"I'm talking about getting rid of the girl. She obviously means a lot to the family, and we can't risk her getting in the way again."

"What?! I never meant to actually kill anyone. That was your idea!"

"Exactly. And I never asked your opinion. From now on, we're doing things around here my way. Got it, Dougie?"

Douglas gulped, obviously nervous. "Yeah, sure."

"Good, now let's get going." They left the screen.

I turned off the TV. Chase and I turned to each other. "I won't let them hurt you," he told me immediately. "I'll go with you if I have to. I'm not risking you getting hurt because I didn't have the guts to leave home and protect you."

I smiled. "You don't have to worry about that because I'm staying here."

He stared at me, shocked. "You are?"

"Yeah, I decided that it would be safer for both me and you guys if I stayed close at hand. I'm going to talk to Mr. Davenport and ask if I can just live here and attend Mission Creek High. If that's okay with you guys, that is."

He took my hand, grinning. "That would be awesome."

"Chase!" a loud voice came from the door, startling us. "What are you doing in there? Mr. Davenport wants to talk to us."

"Hang on, Bree!" Chase called back. "Does he want Hannah too?"

"No, this is a family thing."

He turned back to me. "I could probably convince him to let you in too, if you wanted."

I smiled. "No, that's okay. I get it. Go on."

He nodded and left. Bree gave me a funny look as they shut the door. I could only wonder why.

I sighed and fell back on my pillows. When Bree had said that I was being left out, I almost felt…something. Disappointment? Sadness? When had I developed feelings?

Apparently, staying around the Davenports was going to change me a lot more than I thought.

BasketballQueen: Hey again! Wow, you're really passionate about this. Donald's going to have to sleep with one eye open from now on. But seriously, your absolute saltiness... It made my day. Thanks for making me smile. :)

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