Hey Guys! Thanks for all the positive response for this story so far! I am glad you are all enjoying it, and that I am not the only one obsessed with Douglas.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Donald woke at about 10am, quite early for him on a saturday morning. As usual, he headed down to the lab. But halfway there he realized only one of his children who be there.

With a heavy heart, he entered the lab to find all three capsules empty. There was no note, text, voicemail, or holographic message, but Donald knew that his youngest was gone.

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Adam devoured the plater of nachos, attempting to remove the sticky cheese from his fingers. Sitting on the comfortable green couch, Adam felt at home, even if it was only his second day there. And last night had been pretty awesome as well...

~Flashback to last night~

Adam stood anxiously next to Douglas as his father unlocked the door to their new home. For a moment Adam was worried that this was some kind of trap, but he couldn't think like that. If he couldn't place his trust in Douglas, who could he? Even as the oldest of the bionic siblings, Adam was still a child inside, desperately wanted a loving parent to put all of his trust in.

Hesitantly, Adam took a step inside. His eyes widened at the grandness of the house, finding it difficult to believe Douglas was broke not that long ago.

"Wanna look around? I can give you a tour," Douglas asked.

"Sure," Adam smiled.

Douglas lead him him around, showing off the arcade, training room/gym, a wonderous kitchen, and more.

"This place is awesome!" Adam exclaimed. "But where is the lab?"

"It is downstairs," Douglas replied. "Don't worry, it does not have sausage making capabilities like my last one," he laughed.

Adam just looked at him. If Chase were there, he would have gotten it.

Adam yawned. "I better head downstairs then and hit the sack,"

"Actually Adam, you aren't going to be sleeping downstairs," Douglas corrected him.

Adam raised an eyebrow. "Should I take the couch then,"

"No, of course not. You need a capsule-"

Adam's eyes lit up. "You mean you have a whole room just for our capsules?!"

Douglas smiled at Adam, a twinge of sadness embedded in.

"No, you have your own room. So do Bree and Chase. Each has a capsule," Douglas explained.

"Can I see it?" Adam asked, overly excited.

"Yeah, come on," Douglas lead him down the hall to a room with a wooden sign hanging on it. Adam. Painted with all sorts of reds, greens, and yellows.

For a slight moment, Douglas' heart cringed. Hope had handmade three, each for one of the kids. But she never got the chance to give them to the kids herself.

While Douglas had his introspective memory, Adam was examining his new room. His heart rate accelerated when he saw the bed a few feet away from his capsule.

Unable to control himself, he jumped on it like a little boy and laughed.

"It is just a bed," Douglas said.

Adam snuggled into the covers. It was more than just a bed. "I am 18 years old, and this is my first time in one. Let me enjoy it,"

Douglas gave a small smile. "Of course. Good night Adam,"

"Good night Dad,"

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~Continuation of Flashback through different character~

After gentle shutting the door to Adam's room, Douglas paced, besides himself with joy. He finally he had his son back. Well, one of them. And he still had to get Bree, but she was reaching out to him in some respects.

Just then, Douglas heard his phone buzz.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Bree. Can you come get me? I am at the bus stop between Cyprus and Honeytree street,"

"Hang tight, I'll be there in a few minutes," Douglas replied, running to his car. It didn't take him more than a few minutes to get to his daughter, there being such little traffic this late at night.

He got out of his car and walked over to the bench, sitting down next to Bree.

Without saying a word, his daughter leaned into him. In pain, she wanted so much just to cry it all out, but she ran out of tears.

Douglas wrapped his arm around her. After sitting there for a while, Bree looked up at him.

"Is it okay if I go back with you, at least for the night?" She asked. "Unless you-"

"No, Bree. I would love that, if this is what you want," Douglas replied.

Bree nodded. "Let's go home,"

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~The following morning~

Adam awoke to smell of breakfast Valhalla.

"Food!" He cheered, rushing to the kitchen by instinct.

After this raucous woke Bree, she followed his tracks to the kitchen.

Douglas smiled as he flipped another blueberry pancake onto Adam's plate. Adam wolfed each one down, so much better than barbecued iguana.

Bree slowly sat down at the table next to her brother. Douglas set a plate with a blueberry pancake in front of her. "Try it,"

Bree obeyed and took a bite. "It's pretty okay but-"

Douglas pulled a bottle of blueberry syrup from the fridge and handed it to her.

"How did you know?" Bree asked, mouth full of blueberried pancakeness.

Douglas smiled. "Because it is my favorite too," (And definitely not because he had video cameras in your house for so long).

Suddenly, everyone turned their heads to the knock on the front door.

"I'll get it," Douglas said, heading to the door and opening it to see his youngest son.

"Chase!" Bree exclaimed. "You're here!"

And even though Chase was the smartest person on the planet, he couldn't figure out what to say.

Douglas smiled. "Welcome home Chase, want some pancakes?"

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"It's Monday, we have to!" Adam exclaimed. "Plus, Douglas, it was your idea!"

"Okay, I'm in," Douglas agreed.

"Why not," Bree shrugged.

"I guess this could be fun," Chase caved.

"Yes! Finally, Family Game Night!" Adam cheered, setting a stack on board games on the table. He picked the first red box up. "Headbanz, how do we play it?"

"You put a card on your head and try to guess what you are," Douglas explained.

"Well, I'm Adam, the first bionic superhuman, and Chase is the short one, and Bree is the girl, and you are the fun dad-uncle Douglas," Adam said, "Game over, I won,"

"That is not- oh never mind," Bree huffed, picking up the next game. Apples to Apples.

Besides having to explain a lot of vocabulary and concepts to Adam, everything went relatively smoothly, as the little family had a great time. For a short time, Adam was even winning.

Donald, paranoid as ever, sent a drone through the area to keep an eye out for the kids. The drone, flying through the sky, passed by the window to Douglas' living room. None of the kids saw it watch them, but Douglas sure did. Instead of giving it away, Douglas gave it a great big smile. He knew that was a Davenport Industries drone and who was watching him.

Donald sat back in his desk chair. His kids were happy, because they weren't his kids anymore. But Donald refused to believe that. But not denying it did not make it hurt any less.

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The next day, while the kids were at school, Douglas was siting in the living room, watching a recording of Funeral Mishaps.

Douglas looked up when he heard a knock at the door.

To his surprise, he found his brother standing on his doorstep.

"What do you want Donnie?" Douglas asked.

"I just wanted to ask how the kids were doing, and talk to you," Donald said, avoiding eye contact.

"You could have called Donnie. I know you have been trying to watch us too," Douglas said.

"I am just worried about the kids," Donald defended.

"I am not going to hurt them," Douglas scoffed.

"I know, but we have been fighting for so long Douglas. And all we ever seem to do is hurt each other and this family. This needs to stop," Donald pleaded.

"After everything you have done you expect me to just forgive you?" Douglas yelled. "I have been trying for so long to do that but it isn't easy. I know the only reason you are speaking to me is to try to get the kids back,"

"Douglas-"

"I know you think I am trying to destroy your life Donald, but I have decided to sit back and watch as you destroy it yourself. And then your perfect little family you worked so hard to keep me away from will right here with me,"

"Douglas, don't-"

"And then the kids will finally, really be mine," Douglas smiled. "And now I also hold a share in Davenport Industries, and I still have most of the money I stole from you to create our new life. A life that you don't need to be a part of,"

"Please don't do this," Donald whispered, reaching for his brother.

"You see, I can have everything," Douglas grinned, boarder line demonically. "Thanks to you,"

"Now get off my porch!" Douglas snapped,stepping away from his brother and slamming the door, leaving his brother alone.

That last scene was my tribute to the writers of Once Upon A Time, as I am completely freaking out waiting for tomorrow nights season finale! I see so many parallels between Douglas and Regina, maybe more so because they are tow of my favorite TV characters, but still. Please let me know what you think! Is there still hope for reconciliation between Douglas and Donald? And did anyone catch my two sink or swim references?