~ It felt like it took me a long time to write this chapter.
~ With the Author's note, this is offically the longest chapter of the story so far (:

~ Just a heads up...the chapter might seem a little boring, but I feel like it includes important insight on Kyle's character. Plus it does have some aftermath from the fight and Krane controlling Kyle.

ENJOY!

General POV
~Flashback~

After Douglas left, there was silence for a few minutes before Donald turned to Chase and Adam.
"Is everyone okay?" Donald asked.
"Yeah..." Chase said after looking at Adam.
"How could he..." Bree started to say when she saw Kyle was still unconscious "...how could he leave his own son?" Donald was confused for a second before looking towards Bree. She was standing near Kyle. Donald sighed and shook his head.
"Krane is obviously a madman." He said before going towards Bree. "Don't worry." Donald put his hand on Bree's shoulder. "We'll take care of him." He added. Donald was unsure about having Kyle in the house after finding Krane is his father, but Krane obviously didn't care about his own son.
~End Of Flashback~

Kyle was laying on a bed. He had some pads hooked up to monitor his vitals. His eyes started to open. Kyle yawned, like he was waking up from sleeping. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he realized he wasn't in his room at the warehouse. He tried to move into a sitting position, but felt pain from his arm. Kyle looked and saw his right arm was in a sling. 'What happened?' He asked himself before hearing footsteps. The door opened a little and Kyle couldn't help but be more confused.
"Bree?" He asked when he saw her. Bree smiled a little. "Where am I?"
"Mr. Davenport, he's awake!" Bree yelled before going to Kyle.
"Hey..." She quietly said to him.
"...Bree, where am I?" He repeated.
"You're in our lab." Bree said. "Our new one." Kyle looked at her, trying not to be confused.
"...what happened?"
"Douglas blew it up..."
"No, I mean with me." Kyle said, referring to his arm. Bree gave him a sad look.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Kyle was confused for a minute.
"Going to bed." Kyle answered. "After sneaking out to the movie to see you." Bree gave him a sad look. He instantly knew something was wrong. "Triton app?" He asked and Bree gave a reluctant nod. "How long?"
"Little over a month." Bree said before Donald walked in. He was a little untrusting of Kyle because he was Krane's son, but he was taking a chance.
"It took us awhile, but we disabled the triton app." Donald told Kyle. He walked closer to Kyle and checked his vitals. "How are you feeling?" Kyle looked at Donald, not answering right away.
"Sore." Kyle answered, referring to his arm.
"Once we put your chip back in, the enhanced healing should help heal your arm." Donald said. "It should only take a month at most for it to heal." Kyle looked at his arm and sighed. He felt Bree hold his good hand and he held hers back. "Well, everything looks good..." Donald starts to say. "Are you hungry?" Kyle nodded. Bree smiled and sped out to get food for Kyle.
"What happened?" Kyle asked Donald, sure Bree would keep out some details.
"Your father made you kidnap Leo and fight the others." Donald gave a simple summary. He wasn't sure what else Krane made him do, so he didn't say anything. "I'll have to check the back of your head later. You bumped it pretty hard after you got shot." Kyle gave a confused look. "I looked at the security footage of the fight..." Bree returned with some sandwiches. Kyle looked at Bree and faked a smile. He was worried, but didn't let it show. Donald looked between Kyle and Bree before letting them be alone.

After Kyle was done eating, Donald came back in the room. Donald gave Kyle some pain pills, mentally yelling at his brother.
"Be careful with it." Donald told Kyle. "If you strain it or hurt it more, it will take longer to heal." Kyle nodded his head.
"Why are you helping me?" Kyle couldn't help but ask. Donald took a deep breath. He looked at Kyle for the longest time before he answered.
"Because of Bree." Donald said, giving the simple answer. Kyle couldn't help but think of Bree. He mentally smiled at the thought of her. "Lets get you off that bed..." Kyle used his good arm to move himself and sit at the edge. He put his feet on the ground and slowly stood. He as careful, not wanting to fall down. Kyle was able to stand, but felt a little dizzy. Donald held his hands out to hold Kyle up.
"I'm okay." Kyle said, not wanting the help. Donald looked at him, not believing him. He could see the look on Kyle's face. There was pain and yet determination to stand by himself. Donald let him stand as he stepped towards the door.
"I'll check your head in here..." Donald pointed in the direction where the lab was, but Kyle couldn't see it from where he was. "Then we'll put your chip back in." Kyle gave a nod and started to follow Donald.

Kyle walked into a big room and saw the lab. He stopped and looked around. It had more space than the old lab. 'It looks new' He thinks to himself as he looked. He prefered the look of the warehouses his dad had, but the new stuff was a nice chance.
"Over here..." Donald said, which got Kyle's attention. Kyle walked over to a table and sat in a chair. Donald stood behind him with a piece of tech and scanned his head. "Well, you might have a headache, but you should be good."
"And my chip?" Kyle asked, wanting it in.
"You'll have it back before the end of the week." Donald said and Kyle was shocked.
"The end of the week?" He asked. Kyle was bionic for as long as he could remember. 'What can I do it I'm not bionic?' He asked himself as he looked at Donald.
"...I was thinking that I should change your GPS so your father can't find you." Kyle looked down.
"It doesn't matter what you do, he'll always find me." The way he said it made Donald think he was sad, but he didn't say anything.

Kyle stood up and Donald watched him walk away.

Kyle found his way upstairs. He walked towards the couch before being almost tackled.
"You're up." Bree said as she hugged him.
"You knew I was..." Kyle said, ignoring the pain in his arm.
"I didn't know you'd be out of bed." Bree said as she looked at him. Kyle gave her a small smile.
"I'm fine." Kyle gave a small smile before walking around Bree and sitting on the couch. She could tell that he was trying to hide the pain.
"Do you want anything?" Kyle thought for a minute. He could tell her he could use an advil or something, but he didn't want to worry her.
"You." Bree smiled and sat next to Kyle.
"You're so sweet." She said and kissed his cheek. Bree laid her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his good arm around her.

Kyle stared at the tv, which wasn't on. His mind wandered to what could have happened during the fight.
"What did I do?" Kyle asked Bree. "What did he make me do?" Bree took a deep breath, not wanting to tell Kyle. She didn't know that Donald told him some stuff already.
"Do you really want to know?" Bree asked and Kyle nodded. "He made you kidnap Leo and fight us."
"Did I hurt you?" Kyle asked after a few moments. Bree didn't answer right away, which gave him a bad feeling. "How bad?"
"Don't worry about it." Kyle moved his arm and scooted so he could look at Bree.
"Show me." Kyle said and stared at her until she sighed. Bree looked at Kyle, not wanting to show him. They stared at each other for a while before Bree gave in and lightly lifted up her shirt. She showed her stomach, which revealed a bruise. Bree quickly put her shirt back down.
"It wasn't you." Bree said, trying to reassure Kyle. "And it doesn't even hurt..." She held his good hand with both of hers. "It's okay." Kyle nodded his head, still thinking about the fact he hurt Bree.
"I think I'm going to take a walk..." Kyle said and got up. Bree sighed.
"Do you want company?" Kyle shook his head.
"I can walk by myself." He said before walking out of the house. Bree sighed and wanted to go after him, but didn't.

Kyle walked down a street, trying not to think about anything. He couldn't believe that his dad controlled him with the triton app. A part of him knew it would have happened, but he never wanted to admit it. Kyle looked around. He noticed that he had walked quite a distance away from the Davenport's house. Kyle looked ahead and noticed one of his dad's warehouses in the distance. He debated if he should go in or not, but he started walking towards it out of reflex.

Once Kyle was inside, he noticed most of the stuff was cleared out. He sighed and looked around, seeing some older tech and a few things that Krane didn't bother to take out. Kyle started to walk a familiar path to where his room would have been. He stood in front of the sliding door and put his good hand against it.
"Do I want to...?" Kyle asked himself outloud. He took a deep breath and slowly slid open the door. The room seemed practically untouched, the same as Kyle remembered. 'He's left me behind' Kyle closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 'He's my dad and he left me...' Kyle shook his head and punched a nearby wall with his good hand. The impact caused caused his hand to hurt, almost making him hiss in pain. He shook his hand, trying to ignore the pain as he stepped into his room. It just had a bed, capsule, dresser, desk, and a tiny bathroom. There was no windows, the only light would come from a lamp in the room. Kyle sighed as he looked around his room.

Kyle left his room for a moment, searching for something to put stuff in. He eventually found a garbage bag, which he brought back to his room. Kyle took what he could of his clothes and some of his other stuff and tossed them in the bag. He started to get tired, but pushed through it. When he filled the bag, he tossed it over his good shoulder and walked out. He was determined to get back to the Davenport's without passing out and without getting lost.

It was dark when Kyle eventually got back to the Davenport's house. He walked right in the front door, not seeing the others were eating in the dining area. He dropped his bag on the floor. It opened and some of his clothes fell out as he sat on the couch. Kyle took his shoes off and moved into a laying position on the couch. He closed his eyes and instantly fell asleep.

The next morning, Kyle woke up to the smell of bacon. His stomach growled before he opened his eyes. He slowly sat up and looked towards the kitchen area. He saw Tasha cooking. Kyle didn't say anything before standing up.
"...Where's a bathroom?" Kyle asked, never getting a tour of the place. Tasha was a little surprised to hear him.
"Upstairs." Tasha said as she looked towards him. "Third door on the left." Kyle nodded his head in thanks before looking where he put his clothes. They were in a neater pile, which was ruined when he went in with his good hand. Kyle managed to pull out some clothes. He tried to carry the clothes as he looked for the bathroom.

Kyle managed to get to the bathroom without getting lost. He closed and locked the door behind him before looking at himself in the mirror. His reflection showed that he was tired and that there was a few cuts on his face. He couldn't help but wonder what his dad made him do that the Davenports didn't know about. Kyle's eyes went to his arm that was still in the sling. He slowly took his shirt off, being careful of his arm. He was a little surprised to see bruises over his chest. Some of them were fading, but a few looked fresh. Kyle stared at them for a while before slowly taking his arm out of the sling. It hurt and he knew it was a bad idea, but he wanted to get a better look at it.

It was bruised and swollen around where the break was. Kyle gently touched it and realized it was still tender. He sighed and slowly gave himself a sponge bath. It was a little hard because of his broken arm, but he needed to do it himself.

When Kyle was done, he had put his dirty clothes on a neat-like pile in the bathroom, not knowing what to do with it. He walked down the stairs and saw that Bree was now at the table. She looked at him and smiled when their eyes met.
"How are you?" Bree asked.
"Hungry." Kyle answered as he walked closer. He looked at Tasha, who was making scrambled eggs. "Thank you." Kyle said to her, knowing she was married to Donald. She could have easily convinced Donald not to help Kyle. Tasha nodded at Kyle before he sat next to Bree. Bree held Kyle's good hand with a smile.

As Tasha cooked, she didn't know what to think of Kyle staying with them. She knew that he had been controlled, but he still hurt Leo. Tasha was only giving Kyle a chance because Donald talked her into it. It was also because Bree cared about Kyle and Tasha saw Bree as her own daughter.

After breakfast while Adam, Bree, Chase and Leo were at school, Kyle was in the lab. He was sitting on a stool while Donald was behind him. Donald had a small device in his hand, which had Kyle's chip.
"You're going to feel a pinch..." Donald said before putting the device to the back of Kyle's neck. There was a click and Kyle felt the pinch. "Okay..." Donald sighed "...you have your chip back." Kyle tested it out by lifting something in the air with molecular kinesis. When he was satisfied, he set the item back down. Donald put the device down and walked around the lab, looking for something.

Kyle stood up and looked behind him. He looked at how new the capsules looked and realized something. 'One, two three..' He counted each capsule and was surprised when there was a fourth.
"Uh...Mr. Davenport?" Kyle asked and got Donald's attention. Donald looked towards him. "Why is there four capsules?" Donald looked between the capsules and Kyle.
"Oh, yeah...I stayed up late last night to finish it." Donald said. "Bree helped." He stepped closer to Kyle. "It's for you." Kyle looked at him with surprise.
"For me?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah..I...we figured since it's likely you'll stay here," Donald started to say "...you'll need a capsule." Kyle looked between Donald and the capsules. "This is Adam's." Donald said as he pointed at the capsule on far right. "Chase's." He pointed to the next one. "Bree's and yours." Donald pointed at the last two that were on the far left. "That is, if you want to stay." Kyle looked at the capsule that would be his.
"It's not like I have anywhere else to go." Kyle said, trying not to seem affected by his dad leaving him behind.
"Okay, well whenever you're ready I'll give you an official tour so you know your way around." Kyle nodded before Donald went back to looking for something.

Kyle ended up walking to the elevator and going upstairs. He went the to the couch and laid down. His thoughts drifted to the fact his father. 'He left me behind and made me hurt Bree' Kyle thought to himself, feeling anger and disappointment towards his father. He closed his eyes and sighed, feeling tired. Kyle moved a little, getting in a more comfortable position before taking a nap.

~ The chapter was originally going to end when Kyle got back from the warehouse and fell asleep on the couch. When I got to that point, I felt like I should include some of Tasha's view of Kyle staying there. I also tried to include some of Donald's view. As the chapters get written, I'll try to include Adam, Bree, Chase and Leo's views about Kyle staying with them.

~ In my mind, the main point I wanted to get across about Kyle is how he feels when it comes to people helping him. It's something I played around with in a roleplay that hasn't been added to in a long time. It might also come up again later in the story. In my mind, Kyle has been independent in a way...especially since he had been the only one not being controlled until a few chapters ago. He wants to do things himself and doesn't like being injured.

~ I'm not sure yet if the next chapter will be another original chapter or one influenced from season 3. I know I do want to include 'Three Minus Bree', 'Which Father Knows Best' and most of the episodes after that that helped with the plot of the show. If you have anything you want to see, please share. If I use your idea...I'll give you a shout out in the author's note of the next chapter.

R&R 'till the next update