CHAPTER 20! I've been allowed to go this far because of you wonderful people! Honestly, without all this support, I probably wouldn't be so intent on going all the way with this fanfic.
Question time. Would anybody be interested in a sequel to this fanfic once I end it? It would take me a while to get a good plot in check, but I'm feeling like I need some Alexa and Chase moments some more.
EmeraldTulip- Thank you! I take pride in blowing minds. It's why I throw random things in that I never intended to happen when I first started this fanfic. In actuality, if I went with the plot I had in mind from the beginning, this fanfic would suck.
LeoCorp- Right out of the gate you have given me a compliment! You're are SO sweet((:: Thanks for being a terrific reviewer! Awesome writers need support like yours. I'll answer your question about Lexi's bionics probably in a …. flashback? We'll see, but I'll get to it cause I don't want to leave you wondering! That is definitely a Leo quote, and I take pride that he can now say it to me((: Happy belated Valentines to you! I spent the 'love' day in my jammies watching Netflix or Shomi or something.
Anonlabratslover- Yayy, you commented! Thanks((:
tvd1992- Aw, thanks!
PurpleNicole531- I love writing flashbacks with Chase and Lexi! They are flippn' cute overload! Olivia is uncomfortable trying to fit back into her family after 'betraying' them. Panic attack commences!
Dirtkid123- YAAASSS! I know! Didn't mean for it, but it happened! Drop the mic! Updated(:
daphrose- I know! Feels and fluff to the fullest! I want to bundle everyone up in my arms and tell them it's gonna be all right, and that I've got this(: Chase technically 'lost' her since she was wiped from existence, but … we'll see. Thank you sooo much!
"Let go of me!" Bree spat, squirming as the guard pushed her arms painfully into her shoulder blade. Her feet were planted firmly on the floor, but no amount of pushing and resisting could keep the minion from harshly dragging her to the gym. "Chase!"
"Right behind you," her younger brother comforted, fingers wriggling at the tips as if he was performing a magic spell.
"Chase, Bree," a cloaked man greeted. "So glad you could join us. Each of you are looking younger than ever." Bree was thrown down into the centre of the gym floor, noticing her father and uncle already there, silently hating the man that no one could recognize or understand.
"Don't bother trying to use bionics," the man informed Chase once he noticed his maneuvering hand. "I've shut your abilities all down completely."
"Where's Leo?" Bree whispered.
"We don't know," Douglas answered, eyes fixed on the man, trying to remember who he was.
"You don't know?" Bree repeated, panicked.
"We lost him in a bunch of other Leo's," Davenport admitted. "But we have Leo 2.0 right here." The older man pointed an elbow — the restraints were clasped behind his back — at a muttering drone-looking Leo.
"Great," Bree muttered.
Chase was roughly forced into a seated position beside Adam and M1.
"Have you seen Olivia or Future Leo?" Chase asked quietly, moving closer to Adam to keep his voice low.
"No, they got away," Adam growled. "Probably went on some vacation to escape all the drama going on here. Selfish jerks—", the older bionic noticed Chase's frown, "— But I'm sure she's a wonderful person, exactly your type."
"Okay, great," Chase thanked him sarcastically, the butt of a gun suddenly sticking into his back to grab his attention.
"If I could just have all eyes up front, that'd be great," the hooded man laughed. "Welcome, welcome. I've planned and plotted this day for so long, and it's finally here. I'm done; it's going to be over so soon."
"Aw, what are you going to do with yourself now?" Adam asked, concerned. "I can help you find a new hobby." Chase elbowed his brother, but the strongest bionic still didn't get the point.
"But, where are my manners?" the dark figure said gruffly. "Let me introduce myself." The man stepped forward and removed his cloak from his eyes. His handsome features made them want to cringe.
"Aw, man, he's good looking," Adam whined. "I was hoping he'd have a really cool scar or a huge nose or something."
"You're not Krane?" Davenport seemed confused and almost hurt. It surprised him that he hadn't been right. He hadn't said anything to anybody, but the Davenports had had only a handful of real enemies in their past, so he guessed. This guy wouldn't have even made it on the list. His fight with them didn't make any sense.
"Krane?" the man asked. "Ah, Krane. No, he was a mere pawn that has since been discarded." The man straightened — not that his dominating structure needed to be. "I'm Ben." The words were expecting and nearly gleeful that his identity was now out.
Everyone drew a blank.
"Ben … Ben," Bree racked her brain. "Nope, sorry, no Ben's come to mind." She smiled arrogantly.
"You must have one of those faces that just look like all the rest," Chase murmured. "Sorry."
"Is 'Ben' all you've got?" Adam wondered. "Not really scary. If you want a scary title go for Santa Clause." The strong bionic shivered.
Ben didn't seem staggered, however. He had wanted a dramatic response, but the one he got did not bother him. "Hm, I should have known as much," he sighed. "Our quarrel hasn't really happened yet in your time."
"Actually, Boss, your quarrel started over forty-five years ago," one henchmen spoke up. The Davenports grew confused.
"Ah, that is correct, isn't it?" Ben smiled evilly, leaning down to Davenport. "It all started with you."
"Ugh, what did you do?" Adam asked angrily.
"What? No. I don't know," Davenport stuttered. He turned to Ben. "I was not even alive forty-five years ago."
"Really?" Bree questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"No! How old you you think I am?" Bree opened her mouth to respond. "Don't answer that!"
"Silence!" the man bellowed. "You're killing my moment." His forehead was creased and sweaty. "M2! Get the other prisoner in here; I need at least one person to remember me." The minion that had been poking Chase in the back with his gun nodded obediently and marched off to retrieve the unknown prisoner.
Chase counted heads, wondering who wasn't here when a scream rose up. His eyes bulged. "They've got Olivia!" The worry in his tone surprised him, for the third bionic barely knew that girl he was supposedly going to marry.
However, it wasn't the beautiful blonde that got dragged in by the hair. Future Leo was screeching and calling, flailing his legs as he tugged at the hand holding the little hair he had on top of his head.
"Oh," Chase breathed, relieved a little.
"Chase and Olivia, sitting in a tree—" Adam began to chant.
"Shut up!" Ben cried, snatching Future Leo's arm and throwing him down in front of the others. "Look at me." Older Leo did just that, eyes forcing themselves to hold the man's gaze. "You know me? You know what got you into this mess?"
"Yes, a misunderstanding and a rightfully directed avenging," Leo spoke firmly, steadying his breath. This man was capable of so much, and now Leo was at his mercy; too bad Ben didn't have any.
"Misunderstanding?" Ben cried. "You blinded my love and took me away from my home!"
"Hey, I didn't," Future Leo defended. "And you were the one that jumped aboard the time machine and caused the time lapse."
"You are not doing the accusing here!" Ben yelled. "I am!" His voice boomed across the entire gym and across the whole academy. The loud tone was enough to shut Future Leo up. His bravery had run dry, and now was replaced with thoughts about how stupid doing that had been. Leo knew how much of a ticking time bomb this guy was, but it was so easy to aggravate him and too tempting not to.
"What's your plan?" Douglas asked. "What do you want with us anyway?"
"Excellent question," Ben mumbled. "Really."
"Oh …" Davenport appeared to be having a revelation.
"What?" Ben growled, obviously not appreciating being interrupted.
"You're the dude who's past was ruined on that time machine test run," Davenport said, smiling at his own satisfaction. He'd figured it out. Well, actually, he just remembered what future him and Chase had told him but still. His cocky grin was enough to make Ben's features darken with a hot anger.
"Give you a star," Ben growled sarcastically. "You're suppose to be some genius scientist. Well, from where I'm standing you make destructive inventions and have more beauty product in your hair than brains in your head." Adam snickered, causing everyone to give him a glare. Now really wasn't the time for jokes.
"To answer your smarter brothers question—" Douglas gave his older brother a smug look. "— I want you to sit and watch your futures, your pasts, and your presents collapse."
"And how are we suppose to do that?" Chase murmured, twisting in his restraints with a testy anger.
"By putting it on display," Ben answered. "The one and only good thing about getting stuck in the future was the technology." The tall man pulled a old game controller remote from his back pocket, causing Davenport to stifle laughter.
"The only thing technologically advanced about that thing is-"
"Shut up!"
The tech mogul did just that, watching as the controller maneuvered a tiny robot into the room, carrying a large T.V screen.
"There's a much easier way to do that," Douglas informed.
"You know, your father was a know-it-all too," Ben muttered. "Yet, you two have the undeniable and obnoxious ability to surpass any agitation your father ever caused."
"Thank you," Douglas said.
The screen buzzed on, fuzzy than blurry at first.
"I can't see anything," Bree said.
"Give it a second!" Ben gritted. He fiddled with the old school controller a bit more, trying to get the video into focus. "M2!" The minion stepped forward, coaching his boss on the how-to. "I am doing that!— No, it's not working!— This stupid thing is junk!—" The volume ranged from too low to making everyone's ears bleed. "— Technologically advanced my bleep—" He had pressed a button that made an annoying beep go off. Everyone snickered.
"May I do it, sir?" M2 asked uneasily. M1 smiled. He use to be like that around Ben; you always had to dance around a pile of nails when addressing him.
Ben shoved the device into his minion's hands, grumbling something under his breath. Within a few seconds, the video was in focus and the volume was under control. Ben glared at M2, snatching the controller from him.
An image started to take shape. The past, future, and present jumbled together in one horrific sideshow of a new life. 'New' never looked so old and terrifying.
Olivia stumbled from the time machine, holding her breath. This was the bionic academy all right; she could clearly remember the first time Chase ever brought her here. Liv had fallen in love with him before the bionics thing became a reality instead of a superhero movie. All this place did was solidify her love for her husband as a person.
"Bree," Future Chase's concerns lied in his sister now and not her, but Olivia felt like she deserved it. She had broken his trust, and no amount of reasons would change that. They were nothing but excuses at this point.
"I'm okay," the second bionic's face was puffy from tears.
"What did you see?" Liv asked, cringing when she realized too late how personal that was. No one wanted to talk about the visions they see, and it made it especially so given the fact that Future Bree hated her at the moment.
"Your betrayal," Bree muttered. Walking past her in a refusal of her presence. Liv nodded. That one was called for, yet any more and she felt like her heart would bust.
"What's the plan?" Future Bree asked her brother and father. "My bionics feel weary by just being here."
"Oh, here," Olivia pulled out the same device she used to insert the bionics back into the siblings' systems. "This will strengthen them for a bit … at least until we get back to the future."
"There might not be a future to go back to if we can't succeed here," Future Davenport stated gloomily. "Everything looks so different. I can't tell from the corridors where we should go." A high pitched cry echoed through the hallways on the left.
"I think that way," Chase murmured thoughtfully, a little subtle sarcasm in his tone.
"Sh!" Olivia hissed. Future Bree looked staggered.
"Don't shush him—"
"Sh!" Liv put her pointer finger to her lips firmly, glancing around her with intensifying interest. "Who's there?"
"No one's—" Mr. Davenport started.
"No, she's right," Future Chase argued. "I hear shuffling … and breathing."
A quiet whimper came from behind a pile of storage boxes, murmurings about disappearing and stupid decisions finally reaching everyone's ears. Olivia paced forward a few steps, peeking behind two stacked containers to discover the person behind the more angry than scared voice.
"Hello?" the future blonde didn't know how to address the girl she saw.
"Who is it?" Chase pressed.
"Me."
Past Olivia opened her eyes, and stopped herself form gnawing on another fingernail. She stifled a scream, but her wide eyes yelled for her.
"It's okay," Future Liv comforted. "I can explain if you come out from behind these boxes."
"What else is new," Olivia murmured furiously. "I suppose there's an excellent explanation for me seeing double now too." Future Liv pressed her lips together. She knew the exact feeling that was bubbling around inside her younger self.
"The Davenports have that effect," she sighed, glancing back at Chase. To her amazement, he smiled.
The younger Olivia stood up with a new found respect for herself, and held herself straight as she approached the others.
"Where are the rest?" Davenport went right into it. Past Olivia frowned, unsure of him.
"You kind of look like Chase's dad, just with a lot more greys," Liv murmured suspiciously. Future Davenport looked hurt.
"I don't have that many more greys."
"You would if you stopped dying it," Past Liv said.
"Shut up," Davenport snapped, touching his hair.
"Look, there's a lot to explain," Future Chase mumbled, glancing around impatiently.
"And you look like—"
"Yes! We get it! We look like a bunch of people," Davenport yelled.
"Stop yelling at her!" Future Liv defended.
"We don't have time for this!" Davenport insisted.
"We do if we want me — her — to not weigh us down," Olivia retorted.
"Just leave her here," Bree said.
"It's too dangerous," Future Chase refused. Future Olivia blushed; he cared about her past self.
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" Liv screamed, covering her ears. "This whole day has made my head hurt! I was just in an accident you know!"
"What," Future Chase seemed angered. "They let you— I'm going to kill them." Future Olivia hid a smile.
"We're from the future," Future Davenport explained hurriedly.
"Time machine … future … peril …" Olivia went through the details in her head. "Got it. Maybe."
"Let's go," Future Bree whispered, wincing at the sound of more high pitched wails.
"Yeah, Future Leo is calling for us," Chase murmured.