A/N: Well, here's the epilogue. Enjoy…

Disclaime: You get the point.

Epilogue: Installing the Chip

It wasn't till after all three of his creations were born that Mr. Davenport realized some things had gone haywire with his creations. They weren't as fitted into their powers as they should've been. He knew from the start that they would have to be trained to fully be able to control their powers. But he didn't expect how week they were. Their abilities are great but their powers only have the strength of normal adults. Adam could lift up a large piece of rock that an average adult can lift, Bree could run the same distance to that of a well fit man, and Chase had the IQ of an eighth grader plus force fields as a bonus. Davenport will not change their other powers, heat vision, Bree's sonic cyclone, Chase's force fields (as already mentioned), the rest however were glitches that he could not change, excpt for flight which he'd already gotten rid of and replaced with a more semi-diabolical fury of rage.

But that wasn't enough for them to be able to save the world on future missions. Had to make them stronger, faster, smarter. But how…?

"We're done with our training for today Mr. Davenport." Young six year old Bree said as she and her brothers climbed down the Rockwell.

"That's great kids. Take a break, you deserve it." Davenport said absentmindedly. His mind off somewhere else.

"Yay! Lets go play in the game room!" Seven year old Adam cheered running towards the game room, followed by Bree and Chase. After a couple of hours of playing Chase stopped himself knowing if he plays too much it's cause harm to his corneas. He tried to warn his bionic siblings but they didn't seem to care. He looked over at Mr. Davenport who still looked deep in thought.

Five year old, Chase walk over to his father/creator and shook him by the leg a little.

Davenport felt a little tug on his leg. He looked down and looked at his youngest creation, Chase.

"What is it Chase?" Davenport asked giving Chase his full attention.

"What ya' thinking about?" Chase asked. Davenport thought for a moment.

"To be honest Chase I don't really know." Davenport said as honestly as he could. He knew what he wanted from his thoughts, which were making his creations one-hundred times more better than they already were. He just didn't know what the exact thing that'll give him that was. But he didn't want to tell his creations that. He doesn't want them to lose confidence in themselves if he tells them he wants to make them better.

"Hey Chase?" Davenport asked.

"Yeah?" Chase asked.

"How would you make something that's already strong, stronger?" Davenport asked.

Chase looked down as if in thought.

"Well, the superhero, Superman from the comics you gave me for Christmas, if he didn't have the sun's energy to make him even stronger he would probably already be as strong as Batman because he's buff. I hope that made sense." Chase said.

"No, Chase I think you're on to something. Keep talking." Mr. Davenport said.

"Well, Green Lantern has a fancy ring to make him strong." Chase said.

"What?" Davenport said. He knew that already, but he's starting to think Chase was really starting to get somewhere.

"Are you looking for power sources?" Chase asked starting to get the hint.

"Yeah, I think so," Davenport said, "any other superhero you can name that has a certain power source?" Chase gave Davenport a confused look but didn't question his motive, instead he decided to go on and on about the superheroes.

"Captain Marvel sais SHAZAM, to get his powers." Chase said.

"Got anything more technology wise?" Davenport asked. He knew there was a superhero somewhere in the DC list to give him an idea on what he could do to make his bionic creations stronger.

"There's Blue Beetle." Chase suggested.

"What?" Davenport asked.

"Yeah, he has some weird back pack like thing attached to his back to get his powers. Same goes for Static Shock's sidekick, Gear. " Chase said.

"Back packs…? Back. Technology? No, no need for packs." Davenport thought.

"That's perfect." Davenport said aloud.

"Huh?" Chase asked a little confused

"You were a great help Chase." Davenport said giving Chase an embrace.

"Um… what did I do?" Chase asked still confused.

"More than enough to help. Tell Bree and Adam I'll be back in a couple hours." With that Davenport left the lab, turning on the automatic dinner preparer, and leaving a very confused Chase behind.

Ten Hours Later:

Davenport placed the finishing touches on Chase's bionic chip. He tried hard not to think of what he was going to do. But couldn't help himself. Every day the words, cruelty to humans, child abuse, and mad science would somehow linger in the back of his mind and haunt his dreams.

"This is for the good of the world." He'd think to himself. "But where do they fit in, how do they fit in?" He'd ask himself afterwards.

"With me." He'd answer.

How…? The distant thoughts would ask. He doesn't want to think father and children. Those things might make things awkward between him and his creations, or mess things up in the future. He considered his creations as siblings to each other, and himself as their creator, their guardian. They're the easiest outlets of the situation he could think of.

After all those hours of building the microchips the exhaustion final impacted him and he passed out on his desk inside his mini work room of his lab.

Morning (7:30 am)

Mr. Davenport woke to his alarm. He looked down at his desk and saw the three chips. It was time.

When Mr. Davenport got back to the lab he came in with a big breakfast meal for the kids.

"Hey Mr. Davenport, we're all down with our breakfast." Adam said greeting Mr. Davenport. Davenport looked over at the tubes. All traces of pellets were gone.

"Well I hope you kids are still hungry because I brought you a big breakfast meal to eat." Mr. Davenport said.

"How come?" Bree asked.

"We're celebrating." Mr. Davenport said.

"Celebrating what?" Adam asked.

"An invention I just finished building last night." Davenport said.

"What does the invention do?" Chase asked.

"You'll see." Davenport said setting the meal on a nearby table for the kids to eat.

After they were all done eating, Davenport called each of them up one at a time. Adam was the easiest to trick into putting on the microchip, but it took Mr. Davenport sometime to adjust it on the back of his neck. The other two not so much. Bree had him bombarded with questions constantly asking why he was messing with the back of her neck. Chase was the most difficult and suspicious of the chip.

"You don't like us the way how we are so your modifying us?" Chase asked.

"No, no Chase. You're all great how you are, it's just that you three need to be stronger to be able to save the world much easier when you're all older." Davenport said.

"Okay," mumbled Chase.

"Ow!" Chase said as soon as he heard the snap behind hid neck it both stung his neck and ears.

"Sorry. I'll tell you guys more about these things when you're older. Just not now. Alright?" Davenport said. Chase looked up at him.

"I want to trust you." Chase said. "Promise us you won't let us get hurt with our new stronger powers?"

Davenport looked at Chase placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I promise." He said sincerely. Chase smiled. Davenport responded with the same gesture.

Adam and Bree then came running up to Mr. Davenport and Chase.

"Mr. Davenport I feel great! So much stronger! What did you do?" Adam asked excitedly.

"Yeah I feel like a run as fast as a roller coaster now. I wanna know what you did too!" Bree cheered just as happy.

Mr. Davenport smiled at each of them.

"I'll tell you kids some other day, but now from here on out your training will start to intensify now that your abilities are more stronger," he was interrupted by a swarm of gasps, "so I want each of you guys to get some rest, relax and prepare for tomorrow. It'll be a whole new world of training tomorrow. Good luck kids." Once Mr. Davenport finished he was surprised to feel all three of his… kids hugging him with so much joy, each of them telling him how excited they are to test their new abilities, and thanking him for their increased strength.

Mr. Davenport wrapped his arms around all of them. He wants them to be stronger, but he also wants to protect them too. He only hopes it'll be possible to do both.

…FIN…

A/N:

I have an idea for a new story. It'll have an OC. It'll be a type story that you've all never read in this archive so please review and tell me if you guys are down with the idea. well see ya later then. :)

Sincerel,

*SS8*