CHAPTER FIVE-

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the no author's note last time. The computer I was writing on kept shutting down so I was in a hurry. Anyways, I forgot to tell you that only one person got the whole number thing right, and that was FollowYourHeart16! They correctly guessed that I had picked 5-22-9-12 because if you go through the alphabet, it spells E-V-I-L. Anyways, congratulations FollowYourHeart16! And a big thanks to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed! And thank you too, silent readers! I know you're there, I just can't see you... You're like sneaky little ninjas... I also really want to know what you guys think of this chapter. I'm really proud of it and want to know what you guys think! Anywho, enough rambling, STORY TIME!

Bree stood in Douglas's lab, her hands clenched into fists. In front of her was her father. She glared at him, beginning to hate him more and more. Chase stood behind him. As she looked at them, she started to notice similarities in their appearances. It made her want to scream. Their eyes were similar, as was, of course, their hair. When he wanted to, Chase also had Douglas' trademark smirk. She just was glad Adam didn't look like Douglas. He was much taller than him, and had a different face shape. His eyes were shaped differently as well.

Adam was currently in his capsule, deeply asleep. He had been completely silent the way there, and had tried to destroy Bree twice. But when they arrived in the lab, he had pretty much just passed out. Chase and Douglas had barely been able to get him into his capsule.

"Bree. Just get into your capsule. Please." Douglas pleaded.

Bree was in a corner, with no means of escape. Douglas and Chase were blocking her only exit. She crossed her arms and scowled at him. "No. I hate you." She said stubbornly.

He rubbed his temples, obviously feeling the beginnings of a headache.

"Bree, please. Why won't you just get into your capsule?"

She looked at him, her hardheaded side showing. "You'll lock it and then brainwash me or something."

Douglas shook his head thoughtfully. "No, I haven't completed the brainwashing technology yet. It's still a few years in the works. And besides, if I really wanted to control you, I have Chase's override app."

Chase shifted guiltily, avoiding Bree's gaze.

"Traitor!" She shouted at him.

He rolled his eyes but still didn't look at her.

"I'm not going to listen to you. You have no chance of making me give in. I'm not weak-minded like Adam, and I'm not weak-willed like Chase." Bree shot.

Chase scowled.

Adam let out a snore.

Douglas sighed and ran a hand through his spiky hair. "Okay. Fine. You hate me. I understand that." His eyes glinted. "But do you really hate Chase? Really?"

Bree stared at her brother for a second. He looked up, surprised by the question that had just been asked. She couldn't bring herself to say it. He was her brother. She couldn't hate him... As much as she wanted to. She just glared at Douglas.

"Mr. Davenport will find us. He'll save us." She glanced at Chase. "And by us, I mean Adam and I."

Chase frowned.

"He'll never find you, Bree. I won't let him. Don't you see that I really do care about you? Let me be your father."

She took an angry step towards him, her gaze venomous. "You will NEVER be my father."

Douglas' expression hardened. "Have it your way. Chase, go get the Subconscious Suspension Device."

Bree assumed that was what he was calling the little blue orb she had seen earlier. Sure enough, Chase zoomed out of the room and came back with the orb a second later. She noticed he was still wearing his 'mission gloves' from earlier.

"Oh yeah. This is much better than 'living in Adam's and my shadow'. You're a henchmen!" Bree said in a mock-happy voice.

Chase glared at her. "Why don't you stay out of it?"

"I'd love to. Except you evil freaks kidnapped me!" She yelled.

Her brother sighed. "Can't you just get in your capsule?"

"That's not my capsule. My capsule is at home."

Douglas narrowed his eyes and intervened. "This is your home now."

Chase appeared to space out. He was looking around the room, seemingly debating something. A smile grew across his face, which made Bree extremely suspicious. She watched him carefully. He seemed to be making mental calculations. He nodded slowly, immersed in whatever he was thinking.

"Hand me the orb." Douglas instructed him.

Chase started out of his thoughts. "What? Oh, uh, yeah."

Bree couldn't help but note the nervous expression on his face. She bit her lip. What had he been thinking?

Chase tossed the orb over to Douglas, but underestimated his own strength. It went flying across the room, finally crashing into the wall. Douglas grinned, surprisingly not upset. "Nice throw."

Chase smirked and held out his hand. The orb came soaring towards him, responding to his molecular telekinesis. He then simply handed it to Douglas, who was also wearing gloves.

Douglas then looked at the glowing ball in his hands, then at Bree. "You have options, Bree. You can get in the capsule willingly, or you can do it while blacked-out. Your choice."

"I hate you." She repeated.

"So you tell me." He deadpanned. "Make the choice."

Bree glanced around the room, trying to ignore the panic rising in her throat. Then it was like a lightbulb above her head. She knew how to get out of this situation. She took a deep breath and honed any acting skills she had at all.

Bowing her head, she sighed. "I'll get in the capsule willingly, Mr. Davenport."

Douglas looked startled, but in a good way. Chase, however, looked purely suspicious.

"Mr. Davenport?" They both asked, one more enthusiastically than the other.

She nodded, avoiding their gazes, trying to look ashamed. "You're lucky, Chase." She told him. "He chose you. Did you ever think that Adam and I were jealous? You had the capacity for more abilities. We were stuck the way we were. Mr. Davenport saw the potential in you but left us with his brother." She did her best to sound envious.

Chase narrowed his eyes, not buying it.

Douglas, however, fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker. He walked over to Bree and put an arm around her shoulder. She sniffled sadly. He pulled her into a hug. His back was to Chase and, over his shoulder, Bree smirked. She mouthed, "You're going down."

Chase gasped. Rage washed over his face, and he crossed his arms.

Bree pulled away from the hug and then frowned.

"I'm sorry I'm not as good as Chase." She said pitifully.

Douglas looked conflicted. "I know I can't give you the other abilities, Bree, but you can still help me."

"No!" Chase exclaimed.

Bree pretended to look hurt.

Douglas turned on his youngest son. "Chase, please! Don't be jealous of your sister. She wants to help us! Why are you trying to discourage her?"

Bree smiled evilly, but as soon as Douglas turned to her she put on a pathetic-looking face. "It's okay, Mr. Davenport. Chase was here first. He has the right to tell me I can't help."

Douglas shook his head. "No, he doesn't. Chase, go get in your capsule."

His chin dropped. "W-What?"

"I said go."

Chase, in disbelief, began walking towards the capsules. As he did, he passed Bree.

"And you said I'm the evil one." He muttered.

She chuckled. "You are." She whispered.

He finally reached the capsules. Just as he was about to enter, there was a loud rumbling noise. Adam was awake, and had realized he was locked in his capsule. He began shaking it ferociously, but it wouldn't open. Getting frustrated, he punched the glass, causing it to shatter.

Douglas frowned. "Hmm. Okay. Bulletproof isn't the same as Adam-proof. Noted."

"How did I get here?" He gasped dramatically as his eyes landed on Douglas. "Ah! Evil Uncle Daddy kidnapped me!"

Chase rolled his eyes.

"Hello Adam. How are you?" Douglas said conversationally.

"Pretty good. I'm sort of hungry, though. And I don't remember most of yesterday. But- Hey! Don't change the subject!"

Bree couldn't help but laugh. Typical Adam.

"Okay, Adam. Look. I brought you here because I need your help. Bree and Chase already agreed to help me. I just need you on board."

Adam blinked. "Wait, what? I mean, I knew Chase was an evil maniac." He stated dismissively. "But Bree?"

Bree looked at him for a second, trying to think of some way to tell him she was just faking. She had to prevent him from making the mistake of actually joining Douglas. She racked her brain desperately and then it came to her. The signals.

When they were little, they had signals they would use to communicate without Donald finding out. Certain signals meant silly things like 'snack time' whereas others meant things like 'blame Chase'.

So, she made eye contact with Adam and prayed he remembered. She stomped her foot twice and then faked a yawn. 'I was lying'.

Adam furrowed his brow, confused. It took a second, but realization crossed his face as it lit up. He reached up and ran his hand through his hair and then clapped once. 'Gotcha'.

Douglas didn't seem to notice, but Chase definitely did. When they were little he had figured out the code. Well, he had actually just used his bionic hearing to eavesdrop on them when they were talking about it. But it was clear he understood.

"She's lying! She just told Adam she's lying!" Chase tattled.

Bree pretended to be confused. "I didn't say anything..."

"She didn't say anything." Adam echoed.

Douglas crossed his arms. "Why are you being so mean to your siblings? I understand they used to undermine you, but really. You have all three abilities! The least you can do is let them help."

"But they don't want to-" Chase began.

Douglas interrupted. "I'm really disappointed in you."

Chase was fuming. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. Bree almost burst out laughing. Adam grinned as well. They exchanged glances. This was also just like when they were little. They would gang up on Chase and he would get in trouble.

"Now if only there was a naughty corner." Adam whispered.

She beamed. She remembered the naughty corner. Chase spent a lot of time in it because Bree and Adam blamed everything on him. Normally they could get Eddy to join in as well. That was when Eddy was just an app on Donald's smartphone.

Clearly Chase had heard them, which was apparent by the dirty glares he was shooting them. Of course, they had expected that. Part of having a brother with bionic hearing. None of your secrets are safe.

"Why don't you just take a break in your capsule?" Douglas did sternly.

"And think about what you did." Bree giggled very quietly.

Adam let out a loud laugh, causing Douglas to turn and stare at him. He tried to play it off as a cough.

"Sorry." He said, clearing his throat. "I'm a pony."

Bree frowned. "What?"

"A little hoarse."

His sister couldn't help but chuckle at his play on words. She wondered if it was intentional.

Chase scowled at them one more time before entering his capsule. Bree grinned. Without Chase trying to stop her, this should be easy.

"S-So... Mr. Davenport." She bit her lip, attempting to appear hesitant. "D-Do Adam and I get mission suits?"

He beamed. "Of course." He gestured to their capsules. "Go ahead."

"What?" Adam gasped. "Why are we in trouble?"

"No, Adam, I'm going to give you a mission suit." He explained.

"So we're in trouble for that?"

Bree shook her head. "Just get in your capsule."

They both did and a second later were wearing the red mission suits. Bree smirked deviously as she noticed that it came complete with gloves.

"These are amazing, Mr. Davenport!" Adam grinned.

Bree nodded. "These are really cool!" She agreed.

There was a strange glint to Douglas' eye. It made Bree uneasy. "No problem. I am your dad after all. It's my job to supply you with the best." He glanced at Bree when he said 'dad'. She made no move to correct him.

"Is there anything we could do to help around here? I could go put the Sub-thingy tension device away."

"The Subconscious Suspension Device." He corrected. "And here. Don't let it touch your skin." He gave it to her.

"Oh I won't." In one fluent motion, she darted towards him and hit him in the cheek with the device.

His eyes widened. "You WERE lying..." He managed to say. Then he fell on the floor, completely unconscious.

Chase had been watching the whole thing unfold from his capsule. At the sight of his father being taken down, he was filled with fear of his siblings. What were they going to do to him?

Bree approached his capsule and threw open the door. "Okay, here's the deal." She said, lightly tossing the orb up and catching it. "You can either come home with us willingly, or blacked-out." She was clearly mocking their father as she said that.

He sighed and hung his head. He knew he didn't really have a choice. He may have had three abilities, but he knew his siblings. They were extremely stubborn and would stop at nothing to get him home. He nodded, ashamed of himself. "I'll speed us there."

"No, I don't trust you." Bree said sternly. "I'm speeding us home. And if you have a problem, then say hello to the Sub-sandwich detention device."

"Subconscious Suspension Device!" He corrected.

"Whatever. Now let's go."

With one last worried glance at Douglas, Chase allowed his sister to speed him home. He just hoped his father wouldn't kill him when he woke up.

A/N: Ta-daaaa! What'd you guys think? I know this chapter was a little weird, but it flowed pretty well so I went with it. I'm also sorry for the absence of Leo and Donald, but there will be more of them in the next chapter. Oh and, I wanted to know, do you guys think Spike should make an appearance?