I. am. so. happy! I would have never imagined I would get this much of a response for his story. A big thank you to all of those supporting this story!

Kim Davenport: Glad to hear I am grammatically gold, my AP Lang teacher would be glad to here it!

T.F: Yeah, Donald's actions are not justified, but he doesn't want to face the guilt of what he has done.

DirtKid: Douglas, in his state, isn't processing information normally. When he sees Bree, he mistakes her for a memory.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats

And without further ado,

"Chase, what are you talking about?" Mr. Davenport asked.

Chase glared at him. "Don't lie to me. Douglas said that you did something to our mother, and I want to know what!"

Donald took a deep breath. "Chase, last night, Douglas wasn't himself. Don't take any of what he said to heart,"

"Mr. Davenport, I know you have lied to us before, and I know you were doing it to protect us. But now, I am a bionic hero, and this is something you can't keep from me. We both know that I am the smartest person on the planet, and if you don't tell me, I will figure it out on my own. I am giving you a chance to tell me yourself," Chase explained.

"I don't know what you want me to say," Donald said.

"Anything! At least what is true," Chase begged, "What was her name?"

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"Hope!" Douglas yelled the next time he woke up. He sat up, frantically looking around. But all that was there was Bree in front of him.

"Douglas? Are you all right?" his daughter asked.

Douglas could not find the words to reply, then he felt Bree's hand grab onto his. "It's okay Douglas. It's Bree, I am here,"

To be perfectly honest, it wasn't every comfortable, but he knew it was for her sake more than his. He squeezed her hand. "I-I'm sorry Bree, I thought you w-were her. You l-look just like her," he whispered.

"Who?" Bree asked, confused. "Hope? Who is she?"

"Bree, don't strain him," Tasha interjected.

"B-157," Douglas whispered. "Third National Bank, she- she can explain,"

Bree nodded. "It's okay Dad, just get some rest,"

And with that, Douglas smiled, and fell back asleep.

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Later that day, while the doctors were working on Douglas, Bree made her way to that bank. Unable to convince the teller to let her see it, she super sped to the locked boxes. One of the doors was hanging open. But in B-157, there was nothing left except a few scraps of crumpled paper.

"Dead end," Bree sighed, running home.

After walking inside she found herself in front of Chase and Donald, stuck in a glaring competition.

"What's going on?" Bree asked.

'I am trying to get Mr. Davenport to tell me the truth," Chase replied. "About our mom,"

"Our Mom?" Bree asked, turning to Donald. "Why would he keep something like that from us?"

Donald sighed. "For your own good! I am doing what I have always done, protecting you,"

"From what?!" Chase snapped. "Do we have another super villain parent who wants to turn us evil? Because we handled Douglas just fine, and Krane and his army too, we can handle it! Just tell us where she is!"

Donald breathed deeply and waited for a moment while two pairs of eyes dug deep inside of him. "At the Maple Grove Cemetery, two hours east,"

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As Douglas laid in bed, immobile, his mind ran faster than his bionic daughter.

Hope, her long brown hair and deep brown eyes, haunted his dreams and waking thoughts. Douglas would have given the world to live again the time they spent together. But time had crushed the rose of youth, and his happiness had withered to the little time he spent with his kids.

She didn't deserve the ending she got.

And it was all Donald's fault,

What did you think? Soon we will find out exactly what Donald did... and why he did it.

Also, while in this story she is gone, my previously mentioned potential story Hope will be very much alive.