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Future Chase felt nothing, saw nothing, and heard nothing. He had to block his senses to keep from passing out. Time travel wasn't a generally easy task to take, and he groaned greatly when he heard Davenport had sent Lexi away to perform it. It took a strong mental process to not succumb to the temptations to open your eyes, to reach out and touch the memories flashing before you, and to listen to every little voice flying passed you in the fury of a time lapse.

Yet, there is always that one memory that gets in and forces you to recall it. For Chase, all of time knew that his main focus was his daughter, and they unwillingly flashed a once happy memory into his brain.

He was watching his daughter with intent. Alexa was so happy to just swing all day, giggling as her toes appeared to touch the clouds, but he caught her eye and in an instant she leapt into the air. The seven year old landed on hand and knees, but scrambled to her feet as she ran passed her father in a wild flurry.

"Come get me, Daddy!" she called, screaming and laughing. Chase smiled wryly, getting up calmly from his place on the bench.

"Are you sure?" Chase asked teasingly. Lexi stopped short, and turned around with a twinkle in her brown eyes, shining bronze in the sunlight.

"Are you sure?" she giggled, turning heel and running rampant. Chase bolted, keeping himself low and his arms outstretched. Alexa was speedy and limber, a combination that made it impossible to catch her.

Chase ought to know, he had played chase with Lexi since she was two. She went from unmoving to running very impressively. From early on, Liv and he had suspected bionics for their daughter's weird behaviour, and she proved their suspicions right on the eve of her third birthday. Instead of the normal show of dislike, Alexa seemingly threw her cup across the kitchen without touching it. From then on, she'd been acting as bionic as any. She had energy to spare and natural fighting abilities to prove. It made Chase feel sorry for Mr. Davenport, who had to raise three of these.

"Monkey, you've got to go a little easier on me! I'm not as young as you!" he shouted. Alexa was climbing up a tree as she was squealing with joy. Her fingers dug into the bark, and the little girl paused abruptly. Her head faced the trunk for a minute, allowing her father to eventually catch up to her.

Then, to his surprise, she turned her tiny head to him with tears swelling up in her eyes.

"Lexi?"

"Don't leave me," she whimpered suddenly. Chase frowned, head tilted to look up the tree at his daughter. Her emotions switched on and off all the time, which had him concerned for her teen years.

"I- why would you even say that?" he murmured, grabbing one of her hanging legs, and coaxing her down. Chase wrapped her in a hug as soon as she was down to his level. "I won't leave you."

"But you will die someday. Billy Bronson says that everybody's parents die before them and that I should prepare myself for it."

"Or course I'll die one day, but I won't ever leave you," Chase comforted.

"That doesn't make sense, Dad," Alexa argued, pulling away from him to give him a logical, arched eyebrow.

"I may die physically, but I'll always be in your heart," Chase said soothingly. Lexi paused for a minute, processing. An odd smile finally formed on her chapped lips, relieving her father.

"That's cheesy."

"I know," Chase sighed. "Everyone needs a bit of cheese."

"I like cheese."

"Me too," Chase agreed. "No more listening to this Billy kid, okay? He sounds like bad news." The bionic ruffled his daughter's tangled hair.

Bree was unable to keep out a memory no matter how hard she pushed. She knew exactly what thought would invade her mind, and she desperately didn't want to revisit it.

It was the worst day of her life; that was accounting for all the teen years and the torture her brothers put her through. This cut deep into her heart and filled her with regret. It was suppose to be a happy day for her and her ex-husband. Instead, it drove him to his work and her to her missions, separating them completely. Noel was born on a foggy day, but to his parents it was perfect. He was perfect. He had brilliant eyes and Bree's brown hair; he was a small six lbs 8 oz, but he was a good fit right into the crevice of his mother's arms. Bree hardly slept that night in her hospital bed. Her eyes were transfixed on the bundle in her arms, sleeping soundly. In the moment, the memory seemed to be a good one. Nothing could spoil this from Bree being able to look back and smile with content.

Yet, from one second to the next the new mom felt the environment change. It had been a peaceful night switched to a heavy, dangerous one. The tired bionic tried to alert her snoring husband, but he was so drained from the day earlier, there was no way he'd awake. Bree tightened her hold on Noel, eyes twitching across the dark room as she remained eerily silent.

A shadow hung in the corner, forming into a more defined shape as it neared. Bree's heart sank. The chiseled jaw - the dead eyes - it brought thoughts of what Davenport had said about his time travel test. He'd described a man that made the bionic's skin crawl, and hers was doing just that in her current moment.

"Who are you?" the mom threatened.

"A friend," the tone was menacing.

"Hardly," Bree spat, tucking her baby below her sheets. "What do you want?"

"Your happiness." Bree frown, biting her lip. "But I'll settle for taking it away. What brings you happiness, Bree?" The use of her name was gross on her ears.

"Many things," the bravery was quickly vanishing from the bionic's voice. Her concern rested in the man and her new need to protect the most valuable thing in her life. Noel.

"One thing in particular presently, correct?"

"I don't know what you mean-"

"Silence!" the man hissed in a whisper. The new mom shrunk, hand trembling against Noel's wrapped body. "Your father took my life from me! I had a beautiful girl that quickly turned into my whole world, and in one unnecessary instant, I was in the future, and my girl was older and married."

"I know the story," Bree said sadly. "You're life is like a sad story, sir; I've heard your intense love has never died."

"Your comforting skills need work," the man snarled. "And your words are poison."

"Please," the mom begged. The dark figure hovered over her now, his breath wispy and burning her skin.

"Tell your father it's too late for apologies."

"Don't," Bree teared up. She was weak physically and bionically. Her abilities had temporally been removed so that her pregnancy didn't throw the strength of them out of whack.

"He'll be a perfect addition to my growing army," the man said. His arms reached out, grasping the tiny baby with a gentleness that surprised Bree. "Past, present, and future will soon start to attack you on all sides." The unnamed man peered down at the still resting child. "I think he will be perfect for my past bionic army. Your past self will never know the betrayal behind your undoing."

"Please, I want my baby," Bree whimpered, feeling like a child.

"You must not remember my plan," the man stated firmly. "It is not yet time to reveal to you anything."

"Don't."

"I'll allow you to know who stole your baby from you," the man went on. "I am revengeful, but I am not so cruel as to not let a mother at least that. I respect you." Then, the shadow was gone, and Bree blanked.

A tear slipped down her cheek, the suffering of a new mother hardly heard in the silence of the hospital. Her son was gone; her joy was taken, and the baby she wanted to raise was to be named something much different in the past.

But, her memory of this wasn't gone forever, and the mother figured out too late what exactly happened to her child and why he was taken, years later. There was no time for warning, then. The man truly meant what he said.

The baby, well, he was used exactly how the Boss described. He was given the title S34, and was to be used to undo his mother completely without his knowledge.

Yet, they'd meet under different circumstances. Unintentional to the Man in the Shadow, Bree was to see her son again as neutral, not as enemies, and she'd say his new name from her own lips. Spin; it would come to be quite catchy.

Olivia did not have a memory flash. She had trained herself from the moment she joined the Boss to refuse thoughts about her loved ones. They made her weak in the knees, causing her to almost cave. Liv couldn't do that; she cared for her family and adopted family and that — she told herself — was why she betrayed them.

Instead of memories, Olivia hummed futuristic music, eyebrows scrunched up in knitted concern. This refusing was in itself like a bad memory. It brought her back to her fake loyalty and what she was forced to do. Not unlike a military man trying to power through PTSD, Liv pushed against her scary thinking of being replaced back in the ranks of the man. She had to remind herself she was on the side she wanted to be, and that she was fighting alongside, and not against, her husband now.

As if he knew, Olivia felt Chase from above her lean down and squeeze her shoulder. It was an instant comfort, but she thought it was because of her pain until she noticed his hand was shaking. A memory was bothering him, a memory was bothering Bree, and Davenport had already succumbed to the power of time travel; he was conked out beside her. Olivia sighed. Hope was too much a cost to waste on meaningless gestures, yet she couldn't stop herself from raising it.

The pressure of the time loop bore down on its passengers, shaking the machine from its very core.

"Brace yourselves!" Olivia yelled above the loud humming and screeching of the invention. She was beyond happy to put her thoughts into something other than herself. She'd been doing that since this whole mess started.

Chase tightened his grip on the top of the time machine, Bree grasped at one side and reached for Davenport's hand; but, Liv herself had nothing to grasp onto, so she criss-crossed her arms against her chest and held her breath.

Thump. Screeeeech. Bump.

They had landed.

Liv opened on green eye and peered around. The sight caught her off guard. It was the academy, in well-kept condition. It hadn't looked so full of life in years, and it was this and this alone that led her to believe the time machine actually worked.

They had landed in the past; 2016 for specifics.

Yet, it wasn't the 2016 Olivia barely remembered. It had a sense of discomfort. Something, or someone, definitely didn't belong; Liv knew just who and what that was.