CHAPTER 11! I'll let you know when the last chapter is coming, to give you a warning, but I'm hoping I can get out quite a few more. It'll depend how long it takes me to resolve everything, or at least finish it in a way that will leave you satisfied and not on edge. Don't worry about that now, though. I want to add more mystery and conflict if I can.

Casey Storm- Haha, Adam could be right. There are the rare occasions. I'm so happy you're enjoying my little comedic relief things and my putting Future Leo in. It can't be a Back From The Future inspired fanfic if he wasn't in it! I love that you love The Flash! Thanks for the review, it means a lot((:

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A looming figure stood at the doorway to a rusty metal cell, the drippings from the ceiling unable to disturb his deadly stillness. He stared at the empty quarters. A crease formed at the tips of his lips, spreading upwards into a grinch-like smile. "They took him," was what he finally spoke in that gravely tone.

M1 stood purposely back a few feet, but nodded when his master stated this as if in answer to a question. "Just like you said they would." He seemed bothered by something, he was restless where he tried to stand straight. "Sir, if I may be so bold as to ask ..." His boss turned on him, but one can't tell if that is bad or neutral with him – never good though. "... the prisoner acted as if he knew me, why?"

The handsome features of the leader's face grew red, his nostrils inflaring. "What have I said about stupid questions!" The minion staggered backwards in retreat, recognizing this degree of rage.

"My apologies, sir, I was just being ridiculous," M1 fixed, his voice dropping obediently low. This seemed to appease his boss, for the man took on more gentle appearance – if that were possible.

"Not ridiculous, M1," the leader sighed. "Just unbaringly curious. You and I both know how much of a bad thing curiousity can be." M1 nodded sincerely, hanging his head in shame. He had let past human emotions control him and make him think answers to uncertainties were important. They were not. He was perfectly content being a robotic minion for his master, so the revenge burning inside the leader can be put to rest.

Yes, he was content ...

The injured bionic had blanked. Propped up with three pillows and covered with a thinner blanket, Chase had been caught up to everything he had missed. Everything.

"Chase?" Alexa's expression fell, her eyes widening in panic. She hadn't expected her father to react this way. In some stupid-future part of her she had believed he would be the same man she remembered from her present, that he'd just be ... okay with all of this.

"Repeat that," he mumbled slowly, blinking rapidly as his bionics and vital organs began to switch back on and function again after the virus. Lexi breathed out.

"You were kidnapped and given a virus after your last mission and-"

"No," Chase interrupted. "The, um, the last part." Alexa hesitated.

"I'm your daughter." Chase nodded twice, noting that that was exactly what he had thought she had said. Lexi bit her lip and glanced up at her older Uncle Leo, in desperate need of back-up.

"Look, man," Taller Leo piped up, trying to save Alexa from any further disappointment. "It's not like we're handing you a baby girl and saying this is your daughter, raise her and good luck. Lexi's from the future, she doesn't exist yet ..." He stopped suddenly at the last word, not able to help himself from glancing at his niece. He lifted two fingers and felt her hair in an attempt to relieve his stress and know she was still here. At any given moment, she could vanish, and it could be indefinitely if they couldn't get Chase to shake off this initial shock and spring into action. They had a second-half to find.

Chase heaved a couple mouthfuls of air into his lungs, information and rebooting systems colliding into one another in a rush to form a whole sentence that connected with dechiperable thoughts. "Okay," he had to say something for the others to know he was trying to figure this all out. "Okay, okay, okay, so." He emphasized his words with hand gestures and facial expressions. "I was suppose to meet my future wife at the tunnel cave-in, which in an alternate time-line we completed with no casualties, but since I was kidnapped and we didn't save the victims, my future daughter is disappearing. All the while some dude with anger-management issues is bent on ruining and upsetting the rest of the future that isn't already chaotic and unknown." Saying it out loud helped him to file the facts away, his bionic chip finally running at its proper high speed.

Lexi nodded in confirmation to what he said, unintentionally leaning at his feet to peer into his eyes. "Uh, personal space," Chase mumbled quietly, shifting his body weight to the side of the couch. Alexa's cheeks reddened, and she got up off the ground and shuffled away a few inches. Her father hoisted his weak limbs up, standing on wavering legs uncertainly. Chase wobbled, but didn't fall.

"Maybe you should allow your body time to catch up, too," Davenport said, hands starting to guide his son onto the white couch again.

Douglas swayed behind the couch, forgotten about but still there. "Wait, what?" he was slower to process than Chase was, and he had just now understood.

Everyone ignored him. "But, Mr. Davenport, we don't have time," Bree argued, plopping herself behind Chase and keeping him standing upwards.

"Look at him, does he look like he's ready to meet his wife today?" Adam said, fluffing his little brother's hair. "He needs to spruce up a bit."

"He needs to rest, it won't do any good for anybody if we throw him into all of this right away," Davenport retorted logically.

"Yeah, but-" Leo was stopped by himself.

"Look at my niece!" Future Leo wiggled his way into the confrontation, hands grasping Alexa's head, squishing her cheeks gently but urgently. "She doesn't have time! If we don't find future Mrs. Davenport right now, I'll lose her," Chase's breath stuck in his throat in surprise to the remark about his future wife, "We'll lose her." Taller Leo added that in in hopes to stir up something in these ignorant people of the past.

"Exactly," Bree agreed, glad to have someone from the future on her side – they were wiser than anybody, right? She may of not been attached as emotionally to Alexa as future her was, but she did feel a strong need to protect her.

Davenport groaned, peering over at his weakened bionic son. "But-"

"Don't I have a say in any of this?" Chase asked, raising an eyebrow testingly. The others paused, but nodded. "I will find my strength as we go, and even if I don't, time is – as I have been hearing so very loudly – not a luxury. Let's go." He brushed Bree's hands off his shoulders, thanking her with a smile, before walking past Mr. Davenport and out of the room.

"Donnie, I..." Douglas was cut off with the rest of them following the third bionic. The younger Davenport brother said and did nothing for a moment, before shaking his head, "Oh, nuh un. I'm not being left out this time." He stormed off towards the rest, but at a quickened pace.

"So, what's the plan?" Leo asked, looking towards his future self for guidance.

"We need to get Chase to meet-" Future Leo almost said her name. "- his future wife."

"What about the evil dudes from the future?" Adam pressed, crossing his large-biceped arms.

Douglas came up behind everyone. "Want my advice?" he asked, pushing himself in between Bree and Davenport to stand in the middle of the cluster. They were going to get it whether they wanted it or not. "Some of you go with Chase to find his Mrs. Right, while the rest go back to the ... sewers, was it?" Douglas' nose scrunched up in disgust. Even he had the decency of choosing a cleaner and lighter lair when he had been on the fun side of good and evil. "and do what you do."

"Wow, great plan, Uncle Dougie," Bree rolled her eyes.

"Actually, yes," Davenport said. "It is a great plan ... pretty unformed, but great nonetheless."

"So, Leo and I can go with Chase and Alexa to find ," Older Leo coughed out a name, "and Adam and Bree could go back to Mission Creek High with Douglas." Davenport frowned, glancing at his little brother, who was beaming.

"Why does he get to-"

"No offense, Big D, but you don't have much going on, um, around here," Older Leo gestured to Davenport's muscles – or lack thereof. That caused a growl and almost an interjection, but Alexa stopped him.

"Well, I say let's check the hospital first, she's most likely bedridden if she's not ..." the future girl didn't want to finish that sentence, but it appeared that she didn't have to.

"Alright," Davenport nodded sadly, eyes straining on everyone in the room. "Let's get this done."

Lexi itched at her second disappearing ear, knitting her brows together determinedly but with a child-like fear that she had hidden well since coming to the past. In this moment, the future bionic didn't feel strong. As a matter of fact, she felt like she was eight again, when she had first come face-to-face with the idiot trying to ruin her life. During that time, the five-year old in her that wanted to spread love and joy to everyone vanished and was replaced by a very dark reality check. The older version of her uncle clasped his right hand around Alexa's arm, drawing her into his side.

"Hospital bound then," Chase said, still in his tattered mission suit. He ran towards the hydro loop, limping slightly below the knee. Alexa and Older Leo exchanged a glance, and past Leo followed his step-brother.

"Can we know the name of this girl, Alexa?" Chase asked when the others joined him inside the island's exit route, purposely avoiding a more personal title like 'my wife' or 'your mother'.

Lexi paused, thinking, wondering if that was appropriate knowledge to learn early. After the loop's doors had shut and it had taken off with a zoom, the girl decided for it. In a different present, he already knew her, and Chase would find out her name soon enough. "Her name's Olivia."

"Come on, Lexi," Chase murmured from his shackles, heavy eyelids trying to remain open as he stared at the screen placed teasingly in front of him. "You can do it, finish it." His voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper, his wrists were rubbed raw from the metal restraints, and his body dangling weakly from the dungeon wall. His daughter was black and white and very blurry on the camera taping her, but it was her and she was as beautiful as ever. When he encouraged her it encouraged him, and gave him hope for accomplishment.

The fact that he could now see her and the rest was unnerving, however, cause that meant that that man had been successful in the implant. His younger self had no idea what a deed he was doing for the opposite side, and there was no possible way to relay that information to any of them. All Chase could do was watch and hope.

Soft, but dangerous footsteps echoed through the empty hallways beyond the small holding cell. Chase braced himself in his cuffs, squeezing his bloodshot eyes shut to prepare himself for the woman; the monster who kept him locked up here while her boss was away in the past. She taunted him with morsels of food, only giving into his need every three days. Not once did she touch him physically, but her form of torture was much worse. Her eyes, her perfectly formed features, they hurt him. Her words, they pained him. She was his torture.

"Chase," her voice sang, a demanding and tempting smile on her face. "It's good to see you."

"Hello, Olivia."