Hey y'all! Sorry it has been a while, summer has more going on than I thought!

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15%, Douglas cringed as he read the what little charge his tablet had left. After his little pow wow with Donnie, Douglas was ordered bed rest for the next few days. Already, he was bored out of his mind.

Sure, Douglas was a genius, but that didn't mean he loved to be read French literature by his youngest, or god forbid, fashion magazines by his daughter. But Douglas did appreciate what time he now got with them.

Adam had decided to put his super strength to use. As he walked into the bed room, he juggled everything he thought Douglas would need.

The eldest son sat down next to his father. Adam gently handed Douglas a can.

"Chicken noodle?" Douglas smiled.

"Yeah, it's what you are supposed to eat to get better," Adam replied innocently.

"Adam, you're supposed to-" Douglas stopped. It was a sweet gesture, even if it wasn't cooked. "Thank you Adam,"

Adam smiled. "I also brought you this," he said, pulling out a container of butter pecan ice cream

"My favorite!" Douglas grinned.

"Our favorite," Adam corrected.

"Why don't you grab some bowls and spoons," Douglas suggested, opening up the container.

Adam nodded and rushed to the kitchen.

Bree and Chase, who were standing and talking in the kitchen, looked up at their brother.

"What's on fire?" Chase asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ha ha," Adam muttered. "I am just grabbing some bowls for the ice cream,"

"Ice cream?" Bree asked, shooting her head towards them.

Adam smiled. "Yes, ice cream. If you want some, you better hurry!" he teased, grabbing the dishes and running back to the bedroom.

Chase and Bree gave each other a mutual look, grabbed their own dishes, and raced after their brother.

In the span of seconds, Douglas had three teenagers circling around him, serving up four bowls of butter pecan ice cream.

Bree handed her father a bowl that she had just dished up.

Douglas smirked, "I am capable of scooping ice cream, even if I am stuck in this bed,"

Bree smiled. "I know, but when we were little, you took such great care of us. Let us return the favor," she said, reaching out to take his arm.

"Thanks Bree, but in reality, Donald spent much more time raising you than I did," Douglas sighed.

"But that wasn't your fault," Bree murmured.

Douglas squeezed her hand. "I know, but let's not dwell on that,"

Bree nodded.

"So what are we going to do about Mr. Davenport?" Chase piped up.

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

"Well, it looks like he isn't going to leave us alone, and he did just attack you the other day. Shouldn't we have a game plan?" Chase asked.

"Chase, that fight was partially my fault too," Douglas answered. "I just want to let it go,"

"Why?" Bree asked,

"Because, in the grand scheme of things, this isn't the worst we have done to each other, and I want as few grudges as possible on the table," Douglas replied.

"Wow, you really are the bigger man," Chase muttered.

Douglas nodded, then eyed the clock. "It is getting late, you guys better head off to bed,"

Chase pouted. "Fine,"

"Well, I didn't think you would want to accidentally sleep in past your first block chemistry exam," Douglas murmured.

Chase's eyes widened. "Good night!" he exclaimed before rushing off to his bed room.

Adam and Bree laughed at their brother.

"You too guys," Douglas smiled, watching the other two teenagers reluctantly go to their bed rooms.

Setting his dirty dishes aside to deal with later, Douglas laid back into his bed for another night of recuperation.

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Douglas was working in his old lab, breathing in the scent of evil lair and lavender. When Marcus did his chores, he sure did go all out.

It was late at night and the lab rats should have been sleeping soundly in the capsules. Douglas turned to his computer screen and pulled up the visual of his dear brother's lab.

To his dismay, there was no one in the lab, not even his kids. Three empty capsules worried him. Douglas wracked his brain, trying to remember if they had mentioned anything about going out this weekend, or if there had been any recent mission alerts.

Nothing.

Taking a few deep breaths, Douglas turned around in his chair to go get some coffee. The moment he did, he came face to face with his older brother, standing firmly in front of him.

"Donnie, what are you doing here?" Douglas asked.

Donald's face crept into a horrifying grin. "Can't I just visit my little brother?"

"How did you kn-"

Donald laughed. "I know everything about you, and I just wanted to check in on you. It seems that you have built quite the little life here,"

"Check in?" Douglas raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, and it looks like you messed up again," Donald snapped. "You have another bionic. An android this time, by the looks of it,"

"He is my son," Douglas muttered.

"Yep, another kid for you to mess up," Donald sighed. "Might as well raise this one too,"

"Don't you dare go near him," Douglas growled.

"Why does it matter to you?" Donald asked. "Just like you said, 'he is just going to burn out' anyway,"

Douglas narrowed his eyes before swinging a punch at his brother. He then closed his eyes, bracing himself for a returned blow that never came.

Douglas opened his eyes to flash of bright, white light. He squinted, eventually making out a tall blue door in the distance.

Feeling uneasy, Douglas slowly walked towards it, eventually encroaching upon the doorway, as a glimmer of a shadow came through from the other side. Listening closely, Douglas heard voices coming through the door.

Taking a deep breath, Douglas turned the doorknob and entered the room.

Looking around, he recognized the blue-painted children's bed room all too well. Another glance revealed two little boys huddled in the corner of the bed room.

The older of the two sat with his arm around the younger. The older had dark black hair, while the younger had spiky brown.

The little one was visibly upset, crying quite hard. The older boy was giving his best effort to comfort him.

"Shhh, it's okay Douglas, everything will be okay," The older cooed.

"D-Donnie, are you sure?" the little boy sniffled.

Donnie smiled reassuringly. "Of course,"

Douglas, the grown man, watch this all in confusion. He tried to speak, but the boys didn't seem to be able to hear him.

Before he got the chance to try again, Douglas felt a massive gust of wind coming towards him at full force, carrying him off the ground.

"Douglas, Douglas! Wake up!"

Douglas sat up suddenly, gasping, covered in sweat. He looked up to see Bree standing in front of him.

"Douglas, are you okay?" Bree asked.

"Yeah," Douglas breathed. "Just a messed up dream,''

Bree sat down next to him on the bed. "My psych teacher says sometimes dreams are our own self conscience's way of telling ourselves what we need to hear,"

Douglas smiled. "Oh really?"

"Yeah," Bree nodded, "Get any super crucial messages?"

Douglas nodded. "Yes, that I have an important decision to make,"

A big thanks to everyone who made it this far! I have never done a dream sequence before, so I hope it reads out okay. In real life, my dreams make no sense either, so I hope I conveyed both the reality and the sense of such dreams. Please Review and tell me what you think!