Hey everyone! Anyone else excited for the start of school? Mine starts tomorrow morning. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy chapter 5!

Douglas had a habit of walking up with the sun. The only problem, his room on the island didn't have any windows. Instead he was reduced to being awoken by an annoying battery-powered alarm.

When the agonizing beeps began to sound, Douglas reached out, groaning, to dismiss it. That was the moment that he realized Tilly was curled up beside him.

Douglas smiled and leaned upward stretching his arms. The movement was small, but signifigant enough that Tilly squirmed.

"Morning sunshine," Douglas smiled as Tilly slowly opened her eyes.

"Is it morning already?" she groaned.

"Yep," Douglas replied, getting out of bed.

Tilly threw her arm over her eyes. "What are you in a rush for?"

"Donnie and I have some important work to do today," Douglas replied, changing into his day clothes.

"What? First he steals my kids, then takes you away from me all day? What I am going to do," Tilly giggled.

"Maybe you could spend a bit of time with the kids. Get to know them a bit," Douglas suggested.

"You are right. I barely know anything about them. Why don't you tell me a little bit about them?" Tilly asked.

"Well, Adam has a, well, interesting mind. He is not the brightest, but he is very protective. He likes attention, goofing off, messing around. Bree is very independent. As the only girl growing up, it as made her pretty tough, but also pretty attached to her more "feminine" attributes,"

"What do you mean by that?" Tilly asked.

"She loves to the go shopping and doing her make up. Bree is pretty loyal, and loves to be accepted,"

"What about Chase?" Tilly asked.

"Chase, well, as the youngest he sometimes can get overshadowed by his older siblings. He is a real genius though. A sweet, sensitive boy," Douglas told her.

Tilly smiled. "Reminds me of you. Just with a slightly smaller ego,"

"Ha. Ha," Douglas smirked.

Tilly walked into the common area and saw Bree hanging around.

"Hey Bree," Tilly grinned.

Bree smiled. "Hey,"

"So what's on the list for today?"

"Well, I have the morning off to relax since I don't have any classes until the afternoon," Bree said. "I was debating whether or not I wanted to go out,"

"Well, we could go shopping on the mainland," Tilly suggested.

"That would be fun," Bree smiled. The two Davenport women stepped onto the hydro-loop.

"Where do you guys normally go shopping?" Tilly asked.

Bree shrugged. "Growing up Mr. Davenport ordered our clothes for us. When she has time Tasha sometimes used to take me to the mall,"

"Why don't we head to the local mall then? We can scout out the best stores around here," Tilly said.

"Let's go," Bree cheered, grabbing her mother's arm and super-speeding them there.

After shopping for a little while and walking around the mall, Bree stopped and turn to Tilly.

"Hey, I just wanted to say thanks. For today," Bree said.

"What are moms for?" Tilly smiled. They giggled.

"So it's official?" Bree asked hesitantly.

"What do you mean?" Tilly asked.

"Like, you are going to be our mom? And do all sorts of mom stuff?" Bree asked carefully.

Tilly took her arm and pulled her to the middle of the isle, where there were benches and chairs. "Bree," She said. "I have always wanted to be your mom and do mom stuff. I am just happy that now I am finally getting the chance,"

Bree smiled, tearing up a little.

Tilly wrapped her arms around Bree. "Honey, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Bree muttered. "It just feels nice,"

"Yes, it does," Tilly grinned.

A few hours later, Tilly and Bree stepped off the hydro-loop, each with their arm's full with shopping bags.

Tilly looked down at her watch. "It is almost 1, you better hurry so you are not late to class. Sorry I held you so long,"

"No, I had a lot of fun Mom. I'll see you after class," Bree said, giving Tilly a quick hug before heading down the hall.

Tilly smiled. "See you later,"

After Bree left, Tilly took her bags to her room. As she turned to go see what Douglas was doing, she saw Adam walking down the hallway.

"Hey mom," Adam said, his voice a bit lower than usual.

"Adam, are you feeling okay? You sound pretty congested," Tilly said, feeling his forehead. "And you are burning up,"

"Ah, it is nothing," Adam shrugged.

Tilly sighed. "Adam, you are sick. Admit it,"

"Okay, maybe I am sick," Adam murmured.

"Why don't you go lay down and get some rest," Tilly suggested.

"But-"

"I will text Douglas and Donald and have them take care of any bionic-y work to be done," Tilly insisted, taking Adam's arm.

"Mom, are you sure?" Adam asked.

Tilly nodded, dragging Adam back to the mentor quarters. "Come on, lay down,"

Adam complied to his mother's wishes and laid down on the couch.

At that moment, Donald walked into the room. "I got your text, Adam, what is wrong?"

"Adam is sick," Tilly answered for him.

"Then why isn't he in his capsule? It has regenerative properties hat can-"

Tilly interrupted her brother-in-law. "What he needs is not your special tubes. He needs time to heal,"

"But-"

"No buts, unless it is yours and I am kicking it," Tilly snapped. "Why don't I stay here and take care of Adam and you go take care of business,"

"Fine," Donald huffed. "See you both later," he said, leaving, He knew better than to argue with Tilly. Plus he also needed to work on getting back onto decent terms with her.

With Donald finally gone, Tilly wrapped an extra blanket around Adam. While she was waiting for the thermometer she gave Adam to come up with his temperature, Tilly stepped into the kitchen and turned on the stove.

Once she heard the beeping, Tilly turned and took the thermometer from his mouth. "Oh, and 100.8 fever," Tilly sighed.

"A fever?" Adam groaned.

"Here," Tilly said, handing him a small cup full of fever reducer.

Adam drank it in one full swig. "Uh, that is nasty,"

"I know baby, but I am making you some chicken noodle soup. If you can handle it, we can grab you some ice cream," Tilly told him.

"Yes," Adam grinned hazily, snuggling into the couch. "Can we get strawberry flavored?"

Tilly smiled. "Whatever kind you want,"

Chase was sitting at the cyber desk in the common area, looking over his notes on the sea spider. Chase had to admit, he was quite disappointed that it turned out so badly in the end. But hey, it worked didn't it? And on the bright side he had a fun time with Douglas.

"What are you working on Chase?" Tilly gently asked from behind him.

"Oh, it's just an old project. Not to long ago Douglas and I worked on reanimating an extinct species of sea spider. How is Adam doing?" Chase asked.

"His temperature finally went down," Tilly replied. "He conked out about 20 minutes ago. He should be good until tomorrow morning,"

Chase nodded. "Good,"

"So, how did your sea spider turn out?" Tilly asked.

Chase smirked. "At first really well. Adam found a fossil that perfectly preserved an specimen, and we extracted a DNA sample to recreate it. The only issue was that Douglas gave it growth hormones to help it survive, and it grew to the size of a building,"

"Where is it now?" Tilly asked.

"At the bottom of the ocean," Chase replied. "Turns out it was poisonous and it bit Adam. We had to extract some venom to make an antidote, and it fell into the ocean,"

"Well at least Adam is okay, and you got to work with your father," Tilly said. She couldn't help but notice how he winced when she said father.

"Chase, is something wrong?"

Chase looked back at the desk. "It's nothing," he mumbled.

Tilly stepped closer, turning to look towards him. "It is never nothing. Come on, you can tell me. I am your mother after all,"

Chase looked up to her. "That is just it. I am not really used to the idea of having a mother. My whole life it has just been Mr. Davenport, and then Tasha, and Douglas now for a little while. And know you come in, all emotional and sentimental, and, and-"

"And your just not used to it," Tilly sighed.

Chase nodded.

"Do you think you could? In time?" Tilly asked.

"I don't know," Chase muttered.

Tilly put a hand on Chase's shoulder. "You don't need to hesitate or be afraid to let me into your life Chase, if you need a little time, that is just fine with me. I will be here. You can even call me Mom if you want. Your siblings already are,"

"I-I'm good," Chase murmured. He then looked up at her. "How long are you going to be staying here?"

"At least for a little while. I want to get to know you guys, and spend time with you and Douglas," Tilly replied. "Is that not okay with you?"

"I just don't want anything to happen to Mr. Davenport. Things seem to be tense between you two," Chase replied.

Tilly snorted. "Of course things our tense, he stole my children from me. That is not something that I can forgive easily,"

"But Mr. Davenport and all of us were able to forgive Douglas for all of the things he did, how is this different?" Chase asked.

Tilly looked him straight in the eyes. "He may not have gone about it in the best way, but your father was doing what he thought was best,"

"Yes. Donald did," Chase replied.

"Douglas is your father," Tilly countered. "And he never stopped working to get you three back after you were ripped away from us,"

"Ripped away? He saved us."

"From what? We would have never hurt you Chase, or your siblings. We just wanted what was best for you," Tilly said.

"Best for us? Or best for you?" Chase huffed. "Making us experiments, giving us bionics, trying to control us,"

"We weren't going to make you do anything that horrible. You wouldn't even have remembered it," Tilly said, tears welling in her eyes. "All parents want is to give their children the world. We may have not been able to give you the world, but we gave you the chance to take it,"

"Take it? Why would we want to?" Chase seethed.

"That would have been your choice. You could be doing the same thing you already are now, saving it," Tilly said.

"I can't do this," Chase sighed, heading towards the doorway.

"Well I can. I have waited years to get you back Chase," Tilly said, putting her hand into her purse.

"I'm sorry," Chase whispered.

"Me too," Tilly sighed, taking the remote out of her pocket.

Chase raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Getting my son back," Tilly snapped, engaging the remote.

COMMANDO APP ENGAGED

"Come on Chase. Let's go talk to Donald," Tilly smirked demonically.

What do you think? Even though she is a geneticist, Tilly knows her way around her husband's technology. And she will be using it in some interesting ways. Muh ha ha. Please review and tell me what you think! Thanks ~AzulaTano