Lab Rats- Dawn

Bionic Showdown Pt 2

"What do you mean you're our father?" Chase asked after a while of silence.

"Yeah, he's our father." Bree added, pointing firmly at Donald. "No, that's what he's been telling you."  I couldn't bring myself to speak, my throat tight with disbelief. Douglas ignored our hesitation and strode closer to his control panel, fingers dancing over a sleek device. "Well, I don't know who you are, but you're going down." Adam declared, lunging forward with his usual bravado—but before he could reach him, Douglas pressed the button. In an instant, a dizzying flash of light swallowed them, and they tumbled unceremoniously into the cramped cage beside us. 

Donald's eyes went wide, disbelief painted across his face. "You mastered short-range teleportation before I did? I've been working on that for years!" Douglas smirked, unbothered. "I know. I'm awesome." he replied, his arrogance practically radiating off him. Adam's glare sharpened. "You're still going down!" he growled, lunging again—but his muscles, normally brimming with super strength, betrayed him. Nothing. "My super strength. It's gone."

"So is my speed." Bree muttered, frustration etched across her face as she lunged forward, only to skid to a halt, powerless. "I've got nothing." Chase added, tapping a finger to his temple, eyes narrowing. Douglas's laugh echoed through the cage, cruel and sharp. "That's because I designed these lasers to block the signals from your bionic chips." he said, tilting his head, eyes glinting with amusement. "Including you." he added, pointing directly in my direction. "That's right. Daddy gave you toys, but he can also take them away." he sneered.   

Wait, I have bionics?

...

Douglas paced back and forth, chest puffed out, his voice dripping with self-importance. "Well, Marcus. We finally captured them. Actually, I captured them. Me, me, me, me, me." he boasted, each word punctuated with a dramatic gesture. Marcus, standing beside him, rolled his eyes and held his hands up in mild annoyance, silently enduring Douglas's relentless bragging. Chase's brow furrowed as he glanced at Marcus. "You've got one of those too, huh?" he asked cautiously. Marcus's lips pressed into a thin line. "You have no idea." he muttered, irritation lacing his tone. Douglas snapped his fingers, breaking the moment. "Come on. We've got work to do!"

 As Douglas turned, Marcus held out his hands in front of him, in an annoyed manner. 

As the duo strode out, leaving a tense silence in their wake, we turned to Donald, eyes wide and questions bubbling. "Mr. Davenport." Bree started, voice trembling with confusion. "Why did that guy say he was our father?" Donald stepped forward, a shadow of seriousness crossing his face, and positioned himself so we could all see him. "Because, technically—" he began, pausing as if weighing the impact of his words. "—he is your father. And my brother." A collective gasp filled the room. "What? How is that even possible?" Chase whispered, disbelief etched across his features. Adam, ever the literal one, tilted his head, eyes wide, however we ignored him. "Wait, so does this mean Chase is also my father?"

"Years ago, Douglas and I started Davenport Industries together." Mr. Davenport began, his voice drifting slightly as he got lost in the memory. "It was great. We had a cute little lab. You know, not as good as the big lab I have now, but back then we didn't have nearly as much money—"

"—Get to the point!" Bree snapped impatiently, crossing her arms. "Right." he said quickly, refocusing. "We developed bionics so that robots could do the jobs that were too dangerous for people. But then, Douglas went behind my back and implanted them into genetically engineered humans. Including you, Dawn but he had other plans." "You mean us?" Adam asked, pointing to all of us, making all of us glance over at him. "No, Adam. The Green Bay Packers." Bree replied dryly. Adam nodded slowly, like he was actually considering that possibility, which made me sigh and shake my head. "Your bionic chips were never designed to be interfaced with the human nervous system." Mr. Davenport continued, slipping back into scientist mode as he paced slightly in front of the cage. "That's why things don't always work perfectly." "So that's why we glitch." Chase said, connecting the dots, his expression turning thoughtful. "Exactly." Mr. Davenport nodded.