cmmcnebvcqevcjbe this one might drag on too i'm running low on stalling ideas and if you haven't figured it out yet I mostly focus on Fiona because i've developed her personality the most and more can happen to a girlthen a guy, emotionally and physically, since women are usually more sensitive and genetically weaker. No sexism? I dunno. I'm not trying, but someone might argue with me about it.

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Eric had woken up, but was still in immense pain. Davenport had introduced a small amount of the sedative just for painkiller without drowsiness, but Eric wasn't feeling much relief, and he didn't want to sleep, either, since he had been sleeping for over 24 hours.

"So, what are you saying that happened with the rocket?" Eric asked as Davenport analyzed all possible issues that could have happened. Davenport pulled up a few possible malfunctions and projected them in the air. "Fiona, which wire did you cut?" He asked her, prompting her to stand and show the wire she cut. "I can't tell, this one looks different, but I know I cut the green one, like Eric said." She told him.

He shook his head. Fiona became confused. "What? What happened?" She asked him. "The green wire wasn't the one you were supposed to cut. The wire that would have deactivated the bomb was the red one." He said, zooming in to the wires. "The green one only delays the bomb."

The color flushed out of Eric's face. "So this was my fault." He said quietly. They didn't nod or shake their heads, because they all knew that his false instruction caused this. They simply stayed quiet. Eric sighed. "Yeah, this was my fault." He realized the pain he had caused himself and his siblings, which he loved dearly.

Davenport gritted his teeth. "Ah, I can't blame you for messing up. Rockets all have different purposes for each wire and you might have been basing your thought on the last rocket we stopped. The one with the green wire we had to cut." He said, trying to make Eric think better of himself. The last thing the Lab Rats needed were another one to think less of themselves.

Fiona was a different issue, though.

"Yeah, Eric, it wasn't your fault. I thought that it was the green wire as well, and I didn't know any better. I honestly didn't even second guess your order. So you told us the wrong instruction once. What's the issue in that? No one can be perfect." Fiona tried her best to lighten him up, trying to make him think nothing of the little mishap.

He didn't feel much better about himself. "But, I'm the leader. I can't let little mishaps happen. Plus, this little mishap hurt all of us. If it had not hurt any of us it wouldn't be such a big deal, but it hurt us. And i'm not wired to be giving bad orders." He said solemnly. Fiona walked over to him, sitting on the ground next to him. "Hey, it ain't that bad of a mess up. We're safe at home, and even though we may be hurt, we aren't dead. Your job is just to keep us alive. And you did. So, we can excuse a little mistake for keeping us alive." She smiled, holding his leg for comfort. He nodded slowly after thinking for a little bit. "Yeah… yeah, you're right. I guess I can't let a little mistake get to me. I haven't made one since I was twelve." He gave her a little smile.

She was glad he was feeling better about himself, because she values everyone no matter what.

Except for Perry.

No one loves Perry.

His happiness subsided quickly when Davenport cut them off. "Uh, do you guys know who Douglas is?" He inquired, trying to warn them of a threat that he had just detected. They shook their heads. Davenport sighed. "Well, if anyone ever tries to claim you guys for their own the answer is that you're not, no matter how much, that person, may convince you." He said, making sure that they knew about it.

This obviously arose some questions from them. "What are you talking about?" FIona asked, tilting her head slightly. Davenport huffed, putting his face in his hands, searching for an answer. "I, um, well, my brother, Douglas, is trying to claim you guys as his own kids. But you're not his, you're mine. Does that make enough sense?" He asked them, trying to make sense of the situation. Eric shook his head. "Why would he claim us as his own? We're your kids." He said, pretty certainly of himself. "Is there even a reason that he would say that?"

Davenport was hesitant to tell them the whole story, but he knew he needed to tell them about it. Eric got a little relief off of of Davenport's shoulder when he cut in and said, "I know we are adopted, but we've always looked at you as our real father, if that's what this is about?" He said, trying to make him feel better about what he was to say. "No, it's not that. He claims to be your bionic creator and wants to take you guys back from me. He technically did implant the chip in your backs when you guys were little, but he was going to use you as weapons of destruction. That's when I took you guys away to use your bionics for good." Davenport told them.

Fiona looked stunned. "How old were we when you put our bionics in us?" She forced her question on him, demanding answers from her sudden new information on herself and her family. "None of you remember it because you were too young, but you were not even a year old, Eric was two, and David was three. David did remember how much pain he was in, though, but a little bit of memory scrambling and he forgot that he was even bionic at the time." He said to them, turning off his computer. "Alright, now i'm totally ready for any bombardment of questions. Ask away." He said, sitting down in the chair behind him.

"Did it hurt?" She asked, taken over by her natural curious personality, sliding on her stomach toward him. He stuck out his lips in thought. "Well, you all started to cry when we injected the chip into you, and it was a fairly large chip, so it took a lot of coded liquid to make it." He told her, acting like she knew what he meant. She blinked a few times, signifying her confusion. "We didn't want to surgically insert the chip, so we created a liquid that forms a chip under the skin. It causes less post-term issues and hurts less, despite the amount you guys cried that day. And you were the most annoying, by the way." He told her, clearing up her confusion.

She stared at him. "So, back to that other thing, he was going to use us for bad?" She asked him, rolling onto her back without thinking. Once her back pressed onto the ground, she squealed then rolled over onto her stomach again, forgetting about the gashes on her back. Davenport nodded, ignoring what just happened. "He was going to sell you to the government for their use in the military and other needs. You guys may be half robots, but you're still kids. You're still people. Using you for military use is ridiculous. We agreed on using your bionics for good, but we didn't have to same good in mind, apparently." He smiled at her, while she stuck out her tongue in her own entertainment.

Eric didn't even question it. He wasn't sensitive to this kind of stuff, and he already expected something like that to happen. After all, great power, great responsibility. Great power also comes with great disagreements. Which is why Davenport had to make a run for it with the kids.

Davenport clapped his hands. "Welp, now you know if my brother claims you for his own. He's devious and tricky, so be careful. He will say whatever he needs to get you on his side. Even if he's threatening something, just ignore him and tell me." He said to them, making sure they know what to do if he ever gets contact with them. They both nodded.

"I'll be sure to trick the girl, though. She'll be easy now that you took FDL from her." Douglas said to himself, laughing maniacally as he shut off the monitor leading to a camera positioned in the lab.