Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats. Disney does.

A/N: My sincere apologies for not updating sooner. I am very busy and I got writer's block. I hope you continue to like this story. Thanks to MBVlover2884 and life among the dead for following this story. Also special thanks to purplecharmed200 and AngelGoneDevil for their reviews. I love seeing them. Motivates me to write faster.

Warning: This story might get very depressing. Sorry I am not very good at humor but I will try.

In the small town, people are busy getting ready for the holidays which in this instance, Christmas. People are rushing around trying to buy last-minute gifts, trying to buy cakes, etc. This helps Marcus not bring attention to himself. He hurries along the streets, being careful to avoid the police and getting hit by large packages and trees.

Marcus is only barely conscious of what he is doing. He barely notices the loud noises of the street, people talking, and laughing. He passes the toy stores where kids were running around the store with expensive toys with their parents chasing after them. He knows it is Christmas but is too miserable to want to celebrate. He is too busy thinking of what he had seen in that file...

FLASHBACK:(I would italicize but reading this much gave me a headache so...)

Marcus was sitting doing waiting for his burrito to heat up (surprising the kitchen still was intact). He only wanted to get some food before he left. He had no idea how long is was going to take for the authorities to come to his house. He did not know if he could survive without consuming food but he did not want to give up on his sweets and Italian food.

He decided to see what Douglas was hiding from him all this time. He leaned against the granite counter and watches the file upload into his laptop. He watched how he was born (really creepy) and found out that he is made with strong metallic material. That he isn't a robot, he is an android or as the computer called it "an automaton created from biological materials and resembles a human." That did not really help him feel better.

He sighed and went through how Douglas was working on improving his "special" abilities. Douglas went to great lengths to insure that Marcus' powers were at their maximum and nothing less. Apparently he did not want to face his "children" without having someone as back up.

He still had much to go through when the microwave beeped. He jammed his laptop back into his backpack. He quickly opened the microwave and grabbed the burrito. As he got his backpack when he heard some sirens coming. Not a moment too soon

He swiftly rushed down the stairs and hits the destruction button that will destroy the house. His father...no Marcus shook his head...Douglas had created one in case that something happened where they had to leave the town without leaving something traceable to the police.

He left the house in a rush and looks back to his house as it burned to ashes. He was happy to see that place burn. Gone was his old life, his happy, great life. He hoped that he can start a brand new life on his own.

He walked for a while till he got to a bus stop. He got onboard a bus and heard people whispering about the fire that could be seen from his position on the bus near the front. He forces himself to face away and look ahead. He did not to look back into his past. He needed to focus on the future.

With that thought he straightens himself and walks indeterminably to who knew where. He was now in Bakersfield. Away from his old house, away from his father's lab and away from his annoying family.

What made him hate the Davenport kids more was that despite being from the opposing side that they at least was biologically related to Douglas.

He isn't. He is more closely related to a toaster than to Douglas. He fights hard against the tears that threaten to spill.

No! He had to be stronger than this! He is a powerful machine, that can take down twenty men down by himself...that misses his father.

Marcus sighs to himself. This isn't going to be easy...