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**Austin's POV**

After I wake up, we are already at the next tour stop, Seattle. We still have a bit to go before the show, but we have to do soundcheck and set-up and all that, so we have to go in the venue now. It's raining anyway (Seattle problems..).

After they set up the stage and after the soundcheck (which all together took about 4 hours and 20 minutes), I still have about a half hour or so of free time waiting for it to become 8:00, for everyone to get in, and for Ally, my opening act (Duh!), to perform. Chase is also at the store, away from here, to keep up the acting.

That means trouble for me...

"So wait.. if you're bionic, you'd have to have been created by Douglas, wouldn't you?" Bree asks.

"Or did someone STEAL bionics?" Adam over-dramatically puts in.

"Um.." I scoot my chair away from both of them, not wanting to answer.

"Well?" Bree asks.

"I... uh... I..um..." I start stuttering.

"Well?" Bree repeats, scooting close again, only for me to scoot further back.

"I... don't feel like talking about it.." I finally answer, resulting in disappointment from both.

"Bree, I'll make him talk!" Adam shouts. I get up and run away, and he chases me around the small backstage room for the better part of ten minutes. It's hopeless for him, though, because of my super speed. By the time he gives up, he is exhausted. But Bree could easily catch up...

Before I even know it, she already does just that.

"Gotcha!" Adam shouts as he grabs me from Bree. They really must have planned this out...

"Now... ANSWER THE QUESTION!" Adam demands.

"I'd much rather listen to Ally sing in peace!" I shout and struggle to get out of Adam's iron grip.

"Nope!" Adam declines the request and any hope of me getting free.

"Ugh! Just let me go!" I plead.

"Only if you answer the question!" Bree answers, and they both giggle, clearly enjoying this.

"Fine!" I give in. "I was created by Douglas!"

"Backstory time!" Adam demands.

"No! You said if I answered the question, you would let me go! And I answered the question!"

"No you didn't!" Adam screams.

"Yes I did. The question was 'Were you created by Douglas?' And I answered it, so LET ME GO!"

"Fine. Backstory later." Bree gives up.

"Maybe," I simply answer, because I'm not sure how I'll feel about it later. As of right now, it doesn't seem very likely, though.

A little while later, it's almost time for me to go on stage. So I get myself in a better mood and get pumped up. And drink a lot of water.

AFTER THE CONCERT

I come backstage again all sweaty. Even Bree didn't want to hug me. And that's saying A LOT.

"Tell us the backstory! PLEEEEASE?" Adam begs.

"I don't know about backstories. But maybe a tiny bit more information?" I hope they accept so I have to talk about it as little as possible.

"Fine. Tell us on the bus ride to Portland." Bree agrees.

Wait... why didn't they put Portland before Seattle? That would make a lot more sense...

"Okay," I acknowledge, and I go to greet the fans that were backstage.

ON THE BUS RIDE

"Tell us now," Bree requests, and Adam seconds.

"Tell you what now?" Chase asks, having been walking by.

"Since when are you so interested?" Bree asks.

"Well, I would just like to know what you are discussing with random stranger that we just met a week ago," Chase answers smugly. Darn, I know I can't say it in front of him or he'll be furious!

"Fine, you can tell him, too," Bree gives up, knowing he won't leave until he hears it.

"Just wondering something-"

"Don't even try to change the subject!" Chase warns, cutting off my sentence.

"Darn, I thought I would get away with that..." I mutter, disappointed.

"Well, you didn't," Chase says.

"I can't even say it right now," I make up an excuse and subtly gesture toward Ally.

"FINE!" Chase hisses after an irritated growl. "But this isn't over,"

He goes over to Ally, and they talk for a bit. He walks out of the room with her, and after a few seconds, he walks back in without her. Uh oh...

"Now can you say it?" Chase asks and raises his eyebrows.

"Well... I told these two that I was created by Douglas because they were trapping me with Adam's death grip. So now they want to know more information," I explain what I was going to tell them.

"Well then. You were created by Douglas, huh? Well there can only be one daddy's favorite-"

"Wait, why are we about to argue about who his favorite was?" I attempt to bring some sense in to Chase.

"I... don't know, actually.." Chase admits. "But he made me the best,"

'Why do you think that?" I challenge.

"Well, I came last, so by then, he was much better at creating bionics," Chase selfishly states.

"Okay, who cares? I'll just tell these two now and you can just get out!" I shout. I will regret that later.

"Fine! I don't care anyway!" Chase yells harshly, but anyone who knows him like I do can see the pain hidden behind his eyes. I can tell this whole acting job is getting tough for him.

He storms out and Adam and Bree both look shocked.

"So, where was I?" I calm down and get back on topic.

"You didn't even start yet," Adam says.

"Okay, so I'll tell you now. We'll do this is a sort of a Q and A seminar, because I have done so many of those and I'm used to it and comfortable with it. And you will want me to be as comfortable as possible, or I might start sobbing in the middle of it," I explain. "So, first question?"

"Um.. how long did you live in Douglas's lab?" Bree starts.

"Ten long... harsh... wasted years of my awful life," I answer excessively. Well, this is off to a bad start.

"How'd we never see you?" Adam surprisingly came up with a pretty good question.

"Well, I was something like Douglas's best kept secret, hidden from the rest of you guys. And everyone. I had a private, secret room and private, secret training that I bet was a lot worse than yours..." I answer. The pain is already coming back.

"Why were you such a secret?" Bree asks.

"Well, don't tell Chase, but I have all of the bionics you guys have, plus more. I'm no doubt the most powerful. As he moved on and figured out how to do more things with bionics, he constantly replaced and updated my chip and my powers. He kind of expected his brother to find you guys at one point, so I was kind of the one who had all of the powers, just in case he did. Like the emergency superhuman, with the most powers, the most training, and the most pain. Oh, the horror... But again, don't tell Chase. He would kill me,"

"How'd Mr. Davenport find us and not you?" Adam asks. I don't know where this streak came from! It's so not like him!

"Um... Well, again, I was hidden very well. Only one person besides Douglas ever found my secret room. And he'd assume there were only the three of you, because of those stupid letter identities. You guys just have a letter, A, B, and C. I'm the second oldest, so I should be B, and you, Bree, would be C, and Chase would be D. But I was a huge secret, so I'm A2, so that there wouldn't be a hole in the letters. if there was, Donald would know there was another. Like if he found 3, called A, C, and D. He'd know."

Bree is about to ask something, but Adam cuts her off. "Would that make us related?!" he asks excitedly.

"Um.. well, technically speaking, no. We're more like adopted siblings. You two were just genetically engineered. Chase and I, though, we are actually true Davenports. Douglas and his old wife had two kids, me and Chase. That makes us true brothers. But then our mom... she...died. When Chase was only two months old. So I was 3. She was good. They were going to use bionics for good. As you could imagine, Douglas became evil after she died."

"Well... sorry about your loss... But what other person found your secret room?" Bree asks. Shoot. I was hoping she wouldn't notice that slipped out.

"Uh... that would be Chase. He found my room once and he visited regularly without Douglas knowing, of course. For a while, he was my only source of happiness. Don't let him fool you- we don't actually hate each other. We love each other like the brothers that we are. He's just acting as the annoyed brother of an Austin Moon fan, because this was kind of a secret before now."

"Oh. Well I think we know all we need to know. We won't make you go in depth or anything." Bree generously concludes.

"Goodnight," I say, and the pair leaves. Just as I am about to fall asleep, I get a telepathic message from Chase:

I can't believe you told them all that.

Well, that's that chapter. Very long, with lots of necessary information. I apologize if I bored any of you. It seems I already have; even the fangirls left...

That's a bad thing because...?

Because I liked having my own fans! You don't appreciate it because you have your... what are your fans called?

Dunno.. Oh well!

Well, the random fact of the day is...

*plays that drumroll that may or may not be getting on some people's nerves*

When hippos are upset, their sweat turns red!

What the?

See you next chapter!