CHAPTER 18!

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Chase whipped his head around to have a look at the speaker before he'd let himself believe it. It was this kind of refusal that helped him survive these past months. The sight was exactly what he had wanted; exactly who he had wanted it to be.

"Bree!" Chase squeaked, overflowing with joy. That is, until he saw the person who was pursuing her. Bree's face wasn't one of excitement or worry that they'd leave without her, no, it one of panick and fear. The third bionic would have called out to his sister to watch behind her, but he was confident she already knew to do that.

"Hurry, hurry!" Olivia yelled, bug eyed. Her concern was what concerned Chase. The man chasing the second bionic was in cahoots with the mysterious evil man and Liv. That kind of sincere look made the bionic man think twice before writing Olivia off as unchanged, or if her story reigned true, the exact same person he had known and fallen in love with. Perhaps his father was wrong about her this entire time, and perhaps in the end her and him would have had wasted time keeping away from each other when nothing had ever changed between them or their morals.

The blonde woman bent down into a pant's leg pocket, a benefit of wearing cargo jeans, and removed a badly damaged device. She flicked a switch, pressing the large red button, and peered up at Chase above her. "Your bionics have strength, help her," was all Liv said, as she stuffed the same tool she had used to weaken and, what he had thought at the time, nearly kill him and his bionics back into the pocket it came from. Chase was dumbfounded, but scrambled from the time machine and bolted up towards Bree and that man. It was his and his family's fault really, that this man had taken a turn for the worse and given up on being good. He had no anger towards him, unlike that of which he had once had towards Oliva – which was now replaced with an unusual emptiness as he flipped through his head for new feelings to have for her.

"Douglas, stop!" Chase warned, aiming a muscular and steady arm at his biological father. He wouldn't waver. Bree meant more to him than this man, though he had no intentions or wants to hurt him.

Douglas paused, allowing Bree time to gain more distance between her and him. She ran all the way into her brother's arms, one of which wrapped around her protectively. "Back up," Chase used his dangerous tone again. This time, however, the younger Davenport brother didn't move. His face scrunched up into a pit of laughter.

"Please," he jingled. "Don't you know that I'm that man's go-to? I know for a fact your bionics are too low to do any damage."

"No, I'm that man's go-to," Liv growled, walking up behind her husband and sister-in-law, the latter in turn giving her an awful glare. She fisted her hands at her side, round nose scrunched up in determination and dimpled cheeks making her appear as non-threatening now than when she had been when Chase first met her. The time spent in between these dates ranged from her being a tiny teddy bear to someone to be feared.

Douglas staggered back a moment at his co-partner. "Olivia," his face turned white, then something dawned on him. "Oh, darn it, I guess I have nothing to do now but surrender." Chase's uncle raised his hands up as he said it, but something in his voice was off. Chase furrowed his eyebrows, peering over at Liv in a lapse of doubt. "Liv, now!" Douglas screamed, hands flying towards his back pocket and pulling out a gun. He aimed it at Chase, obviously expecting Olivia to aim hers at Bree.

Bree pushed away from Chase's grasp and ran towards Douglas, not accounting for having any help from Liv. She lunged at her biological father, but flew over him when he was flung backwards and dropped to the ground from an invisible, bionic force.

Stunned, Bree lay on the ground for a minute, twisting her head around to look at Douglas. He was unmoving a few paces back. The second bionic gasped, feeling her throat and slowly having her nerves return to normal.

A hand lowered itself in front of her face and, without looking up, Bree took it assuredly.

"Are you okay?" the voice owning the hand asked delicately. Bree was brushing off her knees when she heard this, and immediately straightened.

"Olivia?" she questioned. "You saved me?"

"Of course," Liv smiled weakly, clearly nervous to be having this conversation with her sister-in-law. Bree had always been quite threatening to Olivia, especially when her and Chase had just started dating. "I'm sorry my alliance with you has been confusing these past months."

"It was never confusing," Bree said dryly. "I knew where you stood-" That was when the words faltered, and turned to uncertainty. "I thought I knew where you stood."

"I have always had the best intentions in mind," Oliva spoke firmly, evidently trying to compose herself. "Even good people do bad things ..." Bree tilted her head, observing her brother's wife. She seemed remorseful, as if that saying was what had helped keep her going.

"Olivia, I-"

"No time," Liv interrupted. "We need to go."

"Where were you off to?" Bree asked, realizing they had been in the time machine now.

"The past," Olivia answered, strutting back towards the machine. "Apparently our younger selves are incapable of handling a simple issue." She turned to Bree with a large grin.

"So you did it, you sent Alexa there," Bree stated sadly. The last thing she had heard of the allies plan was that Lexi would be sent to get help, but a day after that the brunette woman had disappeared.

"I had no say," Liv spoke in quiet tones. "But the right thing was done on Donald's part."

"What's wrong?" Bree sensed something as she climbed in.

"As I said, our younger selves were incapable, but this had been no simple issue," Olivia said. "They messed up the tunnel cave-in mission and have now been overtaken." The unspoken need not be. Bree knew what those combined words meant. They meant Alexa was gone and the other's stood to lose the better parts of their futures, if they were to have any.

"Bree," Davenport sighed, embracing his adopted daugher. Chase high-fived her back on his way back up at the top of the time machine, giving his sister a wide, but depressed, grin. This moment could only be bittersweet for him.

"Hey, stop!" Douglas groaned, trying to roll himself over, but clutching his stomach instead.

"This is for your own good, Dougie," Davenport called out, pressing the dials quickly. The time machine hummed to life, beeping and flashing, until they were off on the time loop. Everyone shut their eyes, and covered their hands around them for extra protection.

Thinking was quite impossible after that. The experience of time travel was overwhelming and incredible, and one had to just sit back and let their mind faze out.

Chase stared, dazed, in front of him. His spiky hair had gone wild, half scorched and half nearly torn up at the roots. Bree was back-to-back with him, head hanging to her chest and tears falling down to her cheeks. She sniffled.

"Hey," Chase comforted, wriggling under the restraints at his wrist and ankles. "Bree, we promised we'd go out strong."

"That's the problem, Chase," Bree sighed. "For the first time in my life, I don't feel strong."

"You are."

"You're ridiculous," Bree moaned, but her tone had changed.

A henchman walked in limping, checking the chains on Bree and Chase, before dragging his right leg back out again.

"I hope it hurts," Bree spat. Chase smirked, bumping his sister's back with his.

"Where do you think they're holding the others?" Chase asked slowly. The second bionic gave no answer, but her silence counted for one in his head. "Do you think they found where Olivia was hiding?"

"I don't know, Chase," Bree growled, her throat hoarse. Her brother's shoulders sloped, so she fixed it quickly by adding, "She's tough and smart ... she had to be to have married you."

"We're not married," Chase reminded her. "We'll never be married." The third bionic was sure that that thought should have made him a mixture of angry and sad, but he thought that he felt nothing. Instead, however, he felt confusion. This whole 'fight for your life' issue hadn't created a proper environment for him to get to know the supposed mother of his daughter.

"If she and Future Leo never entered the fight, maybe we still have a chance," Bree commented, trying to take on the role of enthusiasm that her brother had so quickly dropped.

"Maybe," Chase said, tilting his head upwards at the fading lights on the ceiling. They were flickering, but still lit the room they were in. It was a large-in-size janitor's closest. The man had wanted to seperate all the Davenports in fear that they might plan some form of escape. It seemed that even when he had the upper hand, this strange intruder was careful to not doubt their abilities.

Adam moaned, placing a pale hand on his ribcage, only to jerk it back with a painful gasp.

"Don't touch," someone warned from the corner of the room he was in, the gym. "You have a few broken ribs and who knows what else. Those were some pretty nasty hits we – you – took."

"We?" Adam croaked, lifting his neck to peer over at the voice. The lights were completely shot, so all he could see were shadows.

"Yeah, don't tell me you forgot me already," the person spoke again, chuckling sadly. He seemed drained of humour. Adam furrowed his thick eyebrows, rolling to his side, and watching as beads of sweat dripped off his hot forehead.

"M1?" Adam tried to make a guess, but his brain was frazzled.

"You know it," M1 said, some scooching noises coming from his direction. "Don't move, I'm coming."

Adam had his head against the cold gym floor as he watched his future self bum-scooch his way over with great difficulty. Both of the men were tied up with heavy, rubbing ropes just below the hip and all the way down to the ankles feet, their wrists handcuffed, but somehow M1 was making his way very skillfully over to his younger dobbleganger.

"What happened?" Adam asked with exhaustion.

"We fought and we lost," M1 smiled, reaching his self's side now. "Now I don't know which body part goes where and the function and stuff, but no knowledge is better than no knowledge."

Adam cocked his head. Is that what he sounded like to others? He was really stupid. Ah, well.

Pressing gently on the chest of his past self, M1 winced when Adam winced.

"It's not like it's hurting you," Adam groaned, biting his lip to keep from screaming.

"It is actually, kind of," M1 corrected worriedly.

"What?"

"We're one in the same," M1 explained to him, whilst explaining it to himself. "We must be becoming more connected the longer we're in the same time zone."

"Dude, that's like, Chase smarts," Adam said in awe.

"Nah, just years of experience," M1 said. "You'll get there." Adam doubted it. M1 might be able to get there, but he was sure he couldn't. It wasn't like they were the same person ...

"Oh, yeah, I forgot," he snickered.

"Forgot what?" M1 asked, checking Adam over for any more serious injuries.

"Nothing."

Davenport squirmed, resisting the urge to relax his muscles and leave his family to the fate awaiting them. He wanted to stop, his body was pleading with him to give himself a moment's pause, but he couldn't. From every point onward, Davenport had decided to never stop fighting; to never quit attempting to free himself from his restraints.

"Donnie," Douglas sighed from a few feet away. His brother jolted himself harder, lurching forward, and wriggling his wrists against the ropes. All it was doing was causing more of a burn. "Donnie. Donald!" Davenport froze. "Enough, it's pointless."

"Nothing's ever pointless," Davenport retorted, working his hands to squeeze out smoothly. It was slow going.

"Many things are pointless," Douglas argued. "Bagels, bagels are pointless. If I wanted bread with holes in it, I'd do it myself. Besides, they're just a disappointing doughnut. I'm afriad this is our bagel, Donnie."

Davenport shook his head in refusal, eyes widening when he heard Leo moaning beside him. "You're awake!"

"Huh?" Leo seemed confused. He was glaring at his surroundings with a blank expression.

"You okay?" Davenport's forehead creased.

"Where am I ... what happened?" Leo muttered, bug eyed.

"I'll fill you in later," Davenport sighed, not feeling up for that conversation after the events being only a half hour previous.

"No," Leo shook his head in fear. "No, no, no, I need answers now ... why is my mind blank ... why does my voice crack ... why don't I know who I am?"

**fourty-five minutes ago**

"- three!" Chase yelled, him and his sister taking one last glance at each other before running into the midst of the gathering attackers. More and more people were streaming out of the tube, and some of them were recognized immediately. Almost everyone was someone Chase and Bree had saved or helped save on missions. There were some of the derailed train victims to the right, some tunnel cave-in witnesses and victims to the left, and in the middle were the inner crowd. M1 and his two henchmen counterparts were just slightly standing behind the big man himself, who remained nameless still. All turned to glare at Chase and Bree when they came yelling in.

The two sibllings froze, but Chase sprung into action as soon as a laser beam shot from somebody's eye, aimed at his head. He pulled up a force field, cutting himself and Bree off from the enemies.

"He gave them bionics!" Bree squeaked breathlessly, unable to look at her little brother.

The evil man smiled. "All the better to destroy you with," he said darkly. "Guns were not doing it for me."

"Are you insane?" Chase commented. "Giving bionics to untrained men and women is unstable!"

"Indubitably."

Bree snarled, disappearing from view as she circled around the force field invisibly, knocking the followers out one by one using her speed and great aim.

Chase enclosed his force field into a smaller version that fit in the palm of his hand, chucking it at several of the stronger looking bionic people. It had a domino effect, taking out ten in its wake.

That was when the real battle begun. The boss bellowed out charge! and Bree and Chase immediately went on the defense.

"Men, fan out! Find the others!" the boss ordered; meanwhile, closing the gap that was available previously for Bree's and Chase's escape. The two swept legs, threw punches, used any and every bionic that had any offense ability, and refused to allow another group of attackers to start searching for their friends and family. However, in the end it was only enough to hold them off for fifteen minutes.

Yet it was fifteen minutes longer than what the others would have had; fifteen minutes more for Davenport to think up a better plan than the one he had had.

Chase's spiky hair was singed after just barely ducking a fireball, and Bree's neck was kinked from head swivelling to try to keep an eye on everybody at once. The two stumbled with exhaustion, and were overtaken in a split second.

"This is not the end," Chase muttered, glaring at the boss as his hands were roughly forced behind his back by a – rather smelly – bionic minion.

"I agree," the myserious, unknown leader said. "It's the beginning of the end. The final chapter."

Adam scurried along the corridors of the academy, peeking into every room, staring down every dark hallway. So far, no one had been spotted. He had been so sure that there were stragglers still here that hadn't gone to the mainland, but no students revealed themselves.

Perhaps they had been smart and had escaped while the getting was good, but whatever the reason the first bionic had to concure it was just the Davenport family standing alone – with a few extras.

"Leo!" he whispered. "Leo, do you see anyone?" Adam paused for an answer. There was none. "Leo!" Still nothing.

In all their wanderings, the two had somehow split up, leaving Adam alone near the gym area. He could hear his siblings two rooms down, notably sounding defeated. When the sounds stopped though, and turned to quiet mutterings, Adam grew concerned. There was no such thing as a silent fight, and as much as he loved Chase and Bree, they could not take down an entire army alone.

"Now, find the rest! M1, you lead your group that way!" the boss was saying, correction, screaming. Adam backed up a little, building up his courage to charge. He shook out his limbs, wrists, and ankles, trying to get ahead of his thinking process. If he thought too much of it, he'd fail straight away. At least if he did it the Adam way, he could get a few punches and throws in.

Sneaking into the gym, Adam hid himself in the darkest of the four corners, eyes and mind concentrated on counting how many came through the doors.

One ... four ... ten ... thirty.

More must have exited to find them via another passage. That was good enough, Adam could deal with thirty. Most of them appeared to be civilians anyway, so how hard could it be?

Giving a cry of battle, the first and strongest bionic bolted from his position, running into the middle of the ground. He raised his two arms, gut-checking the two minions closest to him. They flew backwards and landed hard on their backs.

M1 stood stunned. Both he and Adam made eye contact with each other; then, the first nodded in understanding. M1 turned himself from facing Adam to facing his fellow followers, tapping knuckles with his past self before surging into the crowd of thirty.

Adam grinned with exiliration, putting Chase and Bree out of his mind for the present. He couldn't think. Having a blank mind gave him easier concentration. He rejoined the fighting himself, knocking out four followers before being hit.

At first, the abilities of the attackers seemed basic, but as soon as an ice blast blew past his face, Adam decided to rethink his first analysis. Someone here had bionics, and that could mean everyone very well could have the same.

"M1, wha-" His future self merely nodded sadly as an answer, trying not to be distracted from his present engagement.

Adam had, sadly, turned his back on one of the minions, which ended up a mistake that spiralled downhill. The one he hadn't been focusing on jumped him from behind, jabbing a heel into Adam's ribcage. The first bionic groaned and hunched over in pain, allowing the upperhand to be handed over as he was surrounded and piled up on. Refusing to fall, Adam flung the person on his back across the room, knocking out a few more, before being overtaken by bodies piling up on him.

"Adam!" M1 yell in worry, taking a cross-check himself. The air was knocked right out of his system. Soon the thirty-something number didn't seem so small; in fact, after several punches, it looked more sixty to both Adams'.

Adam was the first to buckle his knees; M1 was not far behind. Their energy had somehow drained in a second. All it took was a click of a button; an evil click on a big red button and they were down and out. The last of the bionics in either of their systems, the ones that had come surging out full throttle during the fight, dissipated.

Before passing out from the pain, Adam saw a blurry grinch smile form on someone's face. The boss had been watching with content.

Leo had double-backed several times, and eventually labelled himself lost. He found himself in unknown corridors, which were unlit and untampered with. Mr. Davenport hadn't told anyone about these excess hallways, which got the better of the fourth bionic's curiousity. He forogt his mission for a minute, investigating the new rooms. Most had nothing but dust inside, but one was particularly interesting. A large, bulky object was hidden under a white sheet in the back of a room. Leo stepped inside immediately.

He tiptoed to the sheet, fingering it delicately for a moment; however, he wasn't hesitating so much as admiring and revelling.

"Leo!" Davenport's voice snapped. Leo twisted on the balls of his heels, seeing Davenport in the doorway. "How did you find this place?"

"I was looking for some students when I got lost," Leo admitted, cheeks warming.

"Oh," Davenport murmured, coming in. He was followed closely by Douglas.

"What is this?" Leo prodded, tugging at the sheet.

"My new toy."

"Seems pretty big for a toy, Big D," Leo commented, stepping back to gaze at it better. "What does it do?"

Davenport walked over quietly, ducking nervously at the sound of a loud crash in the distance. "We need to hurry." Yanking at the sheet, the cover was pulled off to reveal just what Leo didn't expect. A unidentifiable device. The fourth bionic had figured something really cool and flashy was going to be under the sheet for all its size, but instead it was just a plain, weird object with a human-length spout at one end, and a tiny entrance and room at the other. Interesting looking, but not dazzling. "This is my copier."

"Planning on copying people, Big D," Leo laughed jokingly.

"Yes."

"What?" Leo went wide-eyed. Douglas smiled from behind his brother, pushing his way forward to touch the invention.

"That's how we're going to get ahead of these guys," Douglas announced. "We're going to copy ourselves into an army." The fourth bionic kid went quiet, thinking.

"Cool, me first!" Leo ran inside the small room and slammed the door shut behind him. He started fiddling with the buttons when Mr. Davenport tried to pull open the self-locked door again.

"Leo, no! I need to do a bit of tinkering before we can-" The machine buzzed to life, its interior and exterior shaking and jolting, the bottom parts smoking. Leo's started popping out of the large spout, being thrown across the room and landing in scattered piles throughout the dusty, dark area.

Davenport shook violently on the door handle, but it was useless.

After five minutes, the sounds died off and allowed for more serious ones to be heard. Marching, chanting, and excited yelling was coming from not far down the hall.

"Oh, no!" Douglas muttered.

"They found us," Davenport sighed, knocking on the invention's door. "Leo!" Knock. Knock. Knock. "Leo!" Knock. Knock. Knock. "Leo!" Low mumbling was the only answer Davenport got in return.

The Copy Leo's all simutaneously rose to their feet, looking around them, dumbfounded and wide eyed. "Woah," they said in unison. "Cool!" They wriggled their limbs with excitement.

After that, memories and thoughts were scrambled when the army reached the room, and Davenport and Douglas put up little fight. Without any weapons or a back-up plan, they fell easily to the enemy. All that they could remember was losing an unconscious Leo in a pile of other Leo's, finding the unconscious Leo, and being jumped on by a dozen minions to one.

"You're not Leo, are you?" Davenport asked tiredly, head drooping in defeat.

"I don't even know," the Leo murmured quietly. It was clear that Douglas and Davenport had picked the wrong unconscious Leo. If losing could get any worse, this would be it.

The clean-slated Leo had a stupid look on his face, like he was thinking of nothing at all. Douglas and Donald shared the same horrifed expression, groaning quietly to each other as the newborn Leo flexed his hand muscles for the first time.

"This way, Liv!" Future Leo whispered, head peeking around like a deer in an open field. Olivia and he had not been invited to the fight, resulting in Future Leo advising the blonde girl to follow his every move. In the end, the others would need the upper hand of a sneak attack, so the two were manuevering around the academy, undetected thus far.

"This is not normal, this is not normal," Oliva was muttering to herself, having a quiet panick attack. "I should have never left my house."