"Douglas, why didn't you tell me?!" Donald stomped into the penthouse that housed the Elite Force with Douglas following close behind, anger clearly written onto his face as the five members of the Elite Force stared at them in confusion.

Douglas outstretched his arms and asked in disbelief, "You think it was my fault?!"

"Yes!" Donald snapped at him and turned around to head to the hydrolift, but Douglas placed a firm hand on his shoulder to force his older brother to turn around as the five teens slowly moved together and gave each other puzzled looks. "If you had just told me, then-"

"Then what, Donnie?" The younger of the two brothers asked, challenging the other to continue, but Donald kept his mouth shut when his glare reached the five teens.

His expression softened slightly and he sighed, "Can we please have this conversation somewhere else?" He asked through grit teeth.

Douglas seemed to finally notice the teenagers and nodded in understanding, following Donald down the hydrolift and into Mission Command. The pair crossed the room slowly as Donald tried to busy himself with work on the cyber desk while Douglas talked. "Why do you need to control every part of my life? Why do you always take everything from me?" Douglas asked, honestly heartbroken that his brother would purposefully hurt him. "First you took my half of the company, then the kids, and now you're ruining my life."

Donald gripped the side of the cyber desk and sighed, suddenly finding the patterns and buttons on the desk very interesting. Donald spoke quietly, "I'm not ruining your life, Douglas."

The younger stared in disbelief and anger, "I beg to differ, Donnie." He said with finality and walked back towards the hydrolift, shaking his head in disappointment and taking the hydrolift up where he found the teens conversing quietly. They immediately stopped their hushed conversation and stared at Douglas who returned the gaze.

Bree decided to break the silence, "So, what were you guys talking about?"

"It's a family issue." Douglas nearly growled, but sighed when Bree and Chase shared a look before standing up from the couch to walk over to him. He took a step back and the two immediately stopped, "Look, just-just, don't worry about it, okay? Yeah, it may be a family issue, but it's between your dad and I."

"You're our dad." Chase corrected him quickly and Douglas stared at him warily. Did he just hear that right? Was his youngest son finally acknowledging who his father really was?

Douglas shook his head quickly before the light of hope would quickly turn to darkness. It was stupid to believe that his own children would admit to him being their father. After all, he was absent more than sixteen years of their lives. "I'm not the one who raised you all to be such great kids." Douglas turned towards the front door so he wouldn't have to stare at the two teens'-his teens'-distraught expressions. Before the two could convince him to stay, Douglas started for the door, "I'm heading back to the Bionic Island. Adam and Leo need me right now." With that, he left the room and the teens to wonder immensely what that conversation between the Davenports was about.

Chase turned to Bree and saw the worry etched onto her face, "Bree…" Bree didn't answer, instead she sped up to her room and locked the door shut. He sighed in defeat and finally turned to the other three on the couch who were watching the conversation play out, but they all turned away and pretended they were having a serious conversation. Chase shook his head and walked to the balcony to get some fresh air, watching the lights of the city flicker and change like the city was giving him a personal show. He smiled smally at the show, but it quickly turned into a frown when his mind immediately drifted towards the Davenports' conversation. He had heard a bit of what they were talking about because of his enhanced hearing, but they were still speaking so vaguely Chase was as lost as everyone else.

Kicking the railing of the balcony in anger, Chase jumped when a voice spoke quietly, "What did you hear?"

The super genius didn't bother to turn around because he already knew who it was and continued to watch the light show, "Nothing that'll tell me what you two were talking about." He answered honestly and gripped the railing harder. "What is it that you're hiding from us, Mr. Davenport? What happened to no more secrets?"

"This is different." Donald replied immediately.

"How so?" Chase asked curiously.

"It just is."

Chase finally turned around and became face to face with his uncle, "That's not enough." He said coldly and they had a small staring contest, except in Chase's part he was glaring at the older. After for what felt like an eternity to Donald, Chase walked back into the house and towards his room.

Donald stared after his nephew and sighed when he disappeared into the hallway. He finally registered that the three other teens were staring at him from the couch, but much like what they did with Chase they immediately pretended that they were having a conversation. "You don't have to pretend that you weren't listening." He told them.

They turned their attention to Donald and shared a knowing look between the three of them before Oliver stood and walked over with his hands clasped together and a nervous smile on his face. "So," Oliver drawled out nervously, "what was that about?" He asked and pointed behind him where Douglas left. "About you and your brother, I mean." He said quickly, as if Donald didn't understand what he was talking about.

Kaz rolled his eyes and stood, walking up next to Oliver and slinging an arm around his shoulders. "How do you always manage to mess up a simple question?"

Oliver let his arms fall to his side, "Because I'm an awkward person?" He offered as Kaz thought for a few moments before nodding.

"Yeah, that makes sense." Kaz replied before groaning when Oliver smacked his stomach with the back of his hand.

"You weren't supposed to agree." Oliver whispered and smiled at Donald who raised an eyebrow. "Is there anything we can do to help?"

Donald shook his head, "No, you kids aren't getting involved. None of you are." He added quickly before Kaz could say anything.

"But Mr. Davenport, we're not kids and neither are Chase and Bree." Kaz argued calmly and removed his arm from around Oliver's shoulders to cross them over his chest as Oliver and Skylar nodded in agreement. "Whatever it is you guys were fighting about, you have to tell them at some point." Skylar stood and walked up next to Kaz, silently pleading with Donald to tell his niece and nephew whatever it was he was hiding.

"You can't keep them in the dark." Skylar said.

"Yea, keeping them in the basement for sixteen years was dark enough for them." Kaz joked with a smile, but groaned when Oliver once again hit him on the stomach.

"Would you be serious for once in your life?" Oliver asked rhetorically and pointed at his best friend accusingly before he could say something. "Don't argue with me, you're still the goofiest of the team."

Kaz raised both his hands in defeat and walked away from the three, heading to the tiny kitchen. "As much as I'm sure it's surprising, I have to agree with everyone on this, keeping secrets is really not the best thing to do." He said, grabbing an apple and biting it. After he swallowed, Kaz pointed at Oliver, "Don't follow what Oliver did, he lied to me on more than one occasion."

Oliver looked back at him in disbelief and outstretched his arms, yelling incredulously, "You lied too!"

"Lying about my full name is not the same. Plus, you expect me to be able to remember my full name that's more than three letters? I can't even spell my shortened name correctly!" Kaz replied and took another bite of the apple as Oliver was about to reply, but Donald beat him to it.

"Boys!" Donald shouted as the two immediately quieted and turned to him. "Look, Bree and Chase aren't allowed to know anything about this and they won't find out. This is something they can't fix and that they won't get involved in. It's between Douglas and I."

"But why?" Skylar asked. "Douglas said that it was a family issue. That means that they can be involved if they want to."

"It's complicated."

"Complicated?" Someone said behind them and Donald looked to see Bree and Chase who were almost glaring at their uncle. Chase took a few steps toward them, "Like how it was complicated to tell us that we're not even siblings?" Chase gestured to himself and Bree without breaking eye contact with Donald. "We're just some kids who Douglas kidnapped from their homes and were forced to live a life of a bionic human. Is it like that? Is that how complicated this problem is?!" His voice slowly grew to a shout. When Donald didn't answer, Chase scoffed, "Now you're going to lie to us and say that it's no big deal and that we shouldn't get involved because we'll only hurt ourselves?" Chase studied Donald's face for an answer, but he didn't see one.

"What is it that you're so set on hiding from us, Mr. Davenport?" Bree asked disbelievingly as Donald's gaze landed on her. After a few beats of silence, Bree said, "You didn't answer Chase's questions."

"I don't need to answer them. I said you're not getting involved, so you're not getting involved unless something changes." Donald replied.

"So then change something!" Bree nearly shouted, but she didn't care how loud she got; she wanted answers. "I want to know what you're keeping from us!" Then a list of scenarios were created in her head and Chase's, so they started spitting out the possibilities. "Are Adam and Leo okay?" She asked as she and Chase slowly continued to walk towards him.

"They're perfectly fine." Donald assured immediately as Oliver and Skylar quickly moved to the kitchen to observe the argument.

"Is Krane back?" Chase asked.

"No, you blew him up, remember?"

"Is Douglas turning evil again?" Bree asked.

Donald shook his head frustratedly, "No."

"Did something happen to the Bionic Island?" Chase asked.

"No!" Donald answered loudly.

"Is someone's life on the line?" Bree asked as they closed in on him until they were a few feet away from Donald.

"Marcus is dying!" Donald shouted louder than he had intended and the two took a step back at his sudden yell.

The two shared a confused look before turning to Donald with equally puzzled expressions. Chase replied, "Yeah, we know. We destroyed him a while ago, but Douglas is reprogramming him, so he should be fine soon. Wait, that's not what you're hiding from us, is it? Because that's a stupid reason to hide something like that. It's not even important as far as I can tell."

Donald shook his head furiously, "No, the real Marcus is dying." He sighed before continuing, "The Marcus you destroyed was an android, the real Marcus-all flesh and bone-is going to be in a coffin six feet under."

Bree stared at him in confusion, "I don't understand, Mr. Davenport. What do you mean by 'real'?"

"I mean, the Marcus you destroyed was based on someone real. Someone alive. Someone… human." The two still stared at Donald who sighed. "Bree. Chase. Your real brother, Marcus, is going to die in a couple of months."