Hey Guys, already at chapter 14, wow!

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Chase awoke a bit later than usual, reaching his arm out to grab his phone. ~Why didn't my alarm go off~ he wondered.

Chase slowly stretched his eyelids open. He looked around, still not used to sleeping in a bed at night.

Hair unbrushed and still in his pajamas, Chase walked into the dinning room, where Douglas was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee.

"Good morning Chase," Douglas smiled.

"Mornin" Chase mumbled. "Have you seen my phone?"

Douglas held it up.

"Thanks," Chase replied.

"Donald called last night," Douglas said quickly. "But you were already asleep, I didn't want to wake you,"

Chase looked down at the phone. There was an incoming call from Donald last night. It had been answered.

"You talked to him?" Chase asked.

"Yeah," Douglas replied.

"And..."

"And what?" Douglas asked.

Chase sighed. "I haven't lived with you for very long, and I am not exactly sure how to read you,"

"I'm... just thinking," Douglas replied.

"Oh,"

"I'm not mad Chase," Douglas said quickly. Honestly, he couldn't be. And he never told the boy he couldn't contact Donald. It is not like he could ground him anyway. The moment he did anything to piss any of the kids off they would just leave.

Douglas pulled out the chair next to him and motioned for Chase to sit down.

"So you did talk to Mr. Davenport," Chase said, sitting down.

"Yeah, I'm going to see him later today," Douglas told him.

Chase could not help but smile a little. Not wanting to upset Douglas, Chase stopped smiling.

"Chase, it is fine. I know I can't just erase all the years that Donald raised you. And it is okay to want to talk to Donald too, I don't have a problem with that,"

"Really?" Chase asked, surprised.

"Yes, believe it or not, I think forgiving Donald is a good thing. It is what your mother would want. And if you can, whenever that is, I will be proud and happy for you. But I am just not there yet, but I am trying," Douglas told him.

"So, are you going to try to make up with him?" Chase asked. "Today I mean?"

"I don't know, but I think talking is the first step," Douglas said.

Chase grinned. "The first step, let's hope it goes well,"

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Donald walked into Charlene's Cafe, more nervous than he had been in a very long time. He spied his brother sitting in a booth on the other side of the cafe, eye's glued to his phone. When Donald slid in across from him, Douglas looked up to meet his brother's eyes.

"Hello Donnie," Douglas muttered.

Donald gave the warmest smile he could in this situation. "Hey Douglas,"

"You wanted to talk, so talk," Douglas huffed.

"You and I both know that I didn't come here to talk about shares and stocks," Donald started.

Douglas glared at him. "I realized that. I know that you are after the kids. I came here because I knew you wouldn't just leave us alone,"

"I just want to help-"

"They don't need your help!" Douglas snapped.

Donald sat up straighter. "I know, but you do,"

Douglas raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Donald leaned over the table, lowering his voice. "I am your brother Douglas, I see how you are still in so much pain. I want to help you,"

"How could you possible do that? I have my kids back already," Douglas said.

"I know, but you also have so much anger, and having the kids doesn't make all of those painful memories disappear," Donald rebutted.

"Most of which you caused," Douglas growled.

Donald sighed. "You are right, I did. And that is why I wish you would just let me help you. My neural scrambler can erase those memories, like they never happened,"

"You can't just use an invention to undo what you did," Douglas whispered. "But I think it is our best option. If having us on the same page, is better for the kids, then it would be worth it,"

Donald smiled. "We can head over to my lab right now and do it, if you want," he offered.

Douglas solemnly nodded.

The two genius left the cafe taking the Davencar back to Donald's mansion. And of course, it was silent the whole ride there.

When Tasha saw the two come in, she turned around back up the stairs, not wanting to caught up in what ever was to happen.

The brothers took the elevator down to the lab, then Donald rushed to his desk to grab it, eager to have his family together again.

Douglas watched his brother. Although he wanted what was best, he couldn't just delete Hope like an unpleasant email. But he needed to take this chance to get back at Donnie. All of the things he could do to this new lab, would be little in comparison to what Donald had done. And Douglas wouldn't even dream of hurting Tasha or Leo. But maybe, just maybe, Douglas could take this opportunity to get his brother off his back.

Like taking a wii remote from Leo, Douglas easily managed to retrieve the neural scrambler out from Donald's hands.

Donald's eye's widened. "Douglas, what are you doing?"

"What we agreed on, doing what is best for the kids," Douglas replied innocently, grabbing his brother's arm.

Donald took the opportunity while Douglas set the device to wriggle free from his grasp.

"I am just trying to help!" Donald defended, grabbing at the device.

Douglas easily dodged it. "Everything you 'try to help", things get worse!" Douglas snapped.

"Well, at least I am trying!" Donald replied, kicking his brother in the chest.

Douglas stepped back to stop himself from falling, using his free arm to swing a punch at his brother.

Donald caught the punch and twisted Douglas arm, causing him to wince and drop the device he had previously been gripping.

Donald used the momentum to his advantage, slamming Douglas into the wall. He wasn't trying to hurt his brother, normally Douglas was much tougher to fight against. Something was up.

"Mr. Davenport, what are you doing!" Bree shrieked.

Donald turned around, surprised, releasing his brother. Donald looked up at his three former wards, each staring at him with shock and anger.

Douglas fell to the ground, gasping.

No that is just bad acting, Donald thought. He hadn't touched his neck.

Adam ran over and helped Douglas up.

"How could you do this to your own brother?" Chase asked.

"It isn't what it looks like, guys, Douglas, he-"

Chase interrupted him, picking up the neural scrambler. "Mr. Davenport, I thought you sent this to DC, why would you still need it here?"

"Unless you were planning on using it," Bree whispered, putting the pieces of the charade together.

"On Douglas?! Come on Mr. Davenport, I thought you wanted forgiveness, so why would you make things worse!" Chase snapped.

With Adam supporting him, Douglas made his way over to Chase. He put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Chase, it is his nature, I am sure he is trying his best," Douglas told him.

"Let's just go home," Chase muttered.

Donald stood frozen, unable to stop the four of them from leaving. The war had begun.

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