Hi guys! I'm new to his fandom- in fact, I started watching this show like...last week. But I liked it so much that I started like, binge watching it on Netflix. But due to life and other obstacles, I'm currently only on season 2 episode 20 or something...so sorry if I'm behind! Avalanche was my favorite episode and I loved evil Chase, even if he was acting. (He's also my fave character. :3) So I had an idea from the episode and decided to write this. I already have a basic outline and the next chapter written- so I'm hoping to update periodically. :D So please read and enjoy!

Look into my eyes

It's where my demons hide

It's where my demons hide

Don't get too close

It's dark inside

It's where my demons hide.

It's where my demons hide.

-Demons, Imagine Dragons

Donald Davenport paced the length of the living room nervously. School should have ended an hour ago! Bree, Adam, and Chase were late for training- not to mention that Leo was with them. I bet it's detention again. He thought to himself, mentally groaning. We have an important technique to learn today if the kids want to get any further into their training. And at this rate, they won't even have time THINK about missions!

It was the third day in a row that the kids had been in detention. The first was Monday-when Leo claimed that the principal's niece was to blame. But it was quite obvious that Leo was lying-that girl was too sweet, even if the three kids agreed with Leo on laying the blame on the little thirteen year old. Pathetic, truly.

On Tuesday, Bree said it was a mistake-that they'd been talking about the principal and she'd overheard them. It was true Donald didn't like Perry either-but talking ill about her at school where she could hear othem was not the brightest idea.

And now it was Wednesday.

I wonder what excuse I get to hear today. Donald scoffed inwardly was he sat down on the couch, throwing his head back. When the kids got back, they would need a serious talking to about their behavior. Of course, he wouldn't do it unless it affected missions directly-so it's be better to hand this one over to Tasha.

The door suddenly opened, and Adam, Leo, Bree, and Chase trailed in, in that order. They looked like they'd been on the wrong side of a rodeo-or, at least, everyone but Chase. Chase just looked disgruntled, compared to the others, who'd clearly been dragged through the mud.

"What happened to you guys?" Donald exclaimed loudly, stepping back in surprise as he surveyed the kids.

They looked warily at one another and Chase looked away from the group entirely.

"Spike happened," Leo said a second later. He flopped on the couch with a groan. "I think I broke something," he whined. Adam took a seat next to Leo, and Bree crossed her arms and sighed again.

"Some football jock started harassing Chase-and he went Spike on him." Bree explained vaguely. "We tried to stop him-which we did, but not so quickly that Perry didn't notice… so we got detention. And we ended up like this," she said, looking exasperated. "Can't you at least try to control it Chase?" Bree asked her brother, whirling around to face him.

"What do you mean?" Chase shot back, eyes darkening as he spoke for the first time since entering the house. "Are you saying that I wasn't trying?"

"Yes! What else do you think it means, genius?" Bree shot back. "It only took one comment from him for you to snap and punch his lights out! What were you thinking?!"

"Guys, guys, GUYS!" Davenport yelled, and both bionic kids became quiet, glaring at each other. He sighed, massaging his temples. "I know you're both upset- but Chase, it's the fourth time this month. I think Bree's right- snapping at one insult? He couldn't have meant it, he was probably just teasing! You used to control it so well! Maybe you should-"

Chase sneered. "Do you think I'm not trying?" he said, interrupting the inventor. With that one, simple sentence, he stormed off, clutching his backpack tightly, his hair wild.

"Do you think he's okay?" Adam asked, his childish tone cheering up the room at least a degree almost instantly.

"I guess," Davenport shrugged. "He probably wants to cool off some steam…we better leave him alone for now. We can talk to him later, when he's not in 'after-Spike' mode," he said, and all the kids believed him. But Donald knew that that was no 'after-Spike' mode-Chase was always just Chase after shedding Spike. No, this was different. There was something bothering Chase, but Donald hoped it would sort itself out.

~Amnesia~

Chase put his backpack down and took out a gadget he was working on. It helped him think when his hands were occupied.

Why had he reacted so harshly upstairs?

What Mr. Davenport was saying made perfect sense-and he was completely right. But why did he storm off, knowing that he was right? What made him so mad?

Was it the tone? Or the exact words he spoke?

That couldn't be it-he'd had many a similar talking-to growing up, and he's never reacted this way.

Then what was it?

Maybe the reason why he became so agitated was the same reason that he'd gone Spike four times this month. Chase set the device down and walked over to his capsule, in the middle, and swept his hand over the beautiful blue glass.

Gorgeous.

He wished he'd been around to help design the glass himself- and then he shooed the thought away. Not the time, Chase, he reminded himself harshly. Not the time.

The other times he'd turned into Spike were fairly similar-paper airplanes, taking a meat loaf to the face, getting ambushed by all the dodgeballs in gym-one little thing, and he had snapped.

I should be better than this. He told himself. Even before going to school, he'd taken years of physical abuse from Adam and sarcastic stingers from Bree. Little things like paper airplanes and insults should bounce off of him like punches off of a punching bag.

They shouldn't affect him whatsoever.

But since he left Antarctica and captured Douglas, it somehow felt like nothing had changed. Sure, Hustle and Muscle no longer existed-they were a part of that past-but nothing else really seemed different. Bionic Brother Throws were still in fashion for Adam-he'd even invented something he'd named 'Bionic Brother Bowling', and he used Chase to knock out whatever he could see-cups, table decorations, lab technology- whatever he felt like. Bree still sarcastically commented on everything he did and teased him to no end. Nothing was different. And he used to think that was how he liked it.

But somewhere, inwardly, he had always believed that he was much better than Adam or Bree-he had so many more abilities than both combined, and if he tried, he could probably take out both of them. Not that he wanted to, though.

Since the chip switch a little while back, he'd realized that his bionics were all he had. Without their chips, Adam and Bree were still the same-they were fresh and funny people with their personalities not changed a bit. Their bionics were an accessory.

Chase was different than that. When he switched chips, he realized that without his intelligence, he was nothing. He was just ordinary-and he wasn't even Chase anymore. He was classified as a nerd, but without his intelligence, he'd be a nobody. Bland, flavorless, and definitely not Chase anymore.

Chase was bionic. And Chase without bionics wasn't Chase.

He'd thought he was fine then-after all, he'd have his chip forever, so he could be the awesome, bionic, better than his older siblings Chase forever.

But during the avalanche, he realized that had Bree and Adam dug a bit more-and if he hadn't moved-they'd have rescued him. They'd have done a mission on their own.

He wasn't needed.

They didn't need him to do something right. They could have done it themselves. That's what scared him, he supposed. That he was completely useless.

That still doesn't explain me turning into Spike all the time. Chase thought to himself, stepping inside his capsule. He slid to the ground, sitting in a squatting position, and looked up at the ceiling of the little cylinder. Home, he thought. This was home.

Then how come he no longer felt safe?

How come that when he sat here, there was a pit of fear brewing in his stomach?

Why did I started turning into Spike more often?

Why is everything so confusing?

Dammit. I'm the smartest person on Earth and I can't think of even one possible answer to my current biggest problem.

That was then it struck him.

That's why he went Spike so much.

It was starting to get to him. It finally was. The insults, the abuse, the… everything! It had finally wrecked his wall and penetrated his heart.

His sense of superiority had kept it from happening before, but since the dreadful realization after the avalanche incident, the superiority had diminished fully. He was vulnerable. Every poke and prod to his heart set it ablaze. And instead of running and hiding away, stuffing himself into some corner, Spike took on the insults in a fit of rage.

Because he didn't have a flight response.

He could only fight it.

It made so much sense, yet it didn't.

Leo, Bree and Adam had been bullied before- but they didn't make a big deal of it. They didn't even care too much. Then why did it affect him so badly? If his reaction was Spike, then what was everyone else's reaction?

They acted like they didn't care at all…and how did they do that?

He buried his face in his hands.

Damn feelings.

~Amnesia~

A few nights later, it was Friday. Leo was in the lab, messing things up as he walked around. "Ooh, what's this Big D?" he asked, holding up a glowing object.

"Leo! Put that down! It's dangerous!"

"You say that about everything." Leo shrugged, clearly not frazzled. Bree was over at Owen's house- she wouldn't be back for an hour or so. Adam was making a list orally of everything a llama and a rat had in common. Last but not least, Chase was sitting on the small floor of his capsule, doing some calculus worksheet with a serious expression.

"Hey, Big D?" Leo nudged his stepfather.

"WHAT IS IT LEO!?" Davenport turned, pushing his goggles up for the umpteenth time.

"Does Chase usually do that?" Leo asked, gesturing to the youngest bionic child.

"What?"

"Sit on the floor of his capsule like that… I mean, it looks cramped, ya know?"

"He hasn't done it before…but it's not harmful or anything so I guess it's fine." Davenport shrugged. "So STOP BOTHERING ME!"

Leo jumped back slightly at his stepfather's immature outburst then turned back to ruining Donald's gadgets.

~Amnesia~

About an hour later, Bree sashayed into the lab and tossed her purse on the cyber desk, not even noticing as a few inventions were swept aside.

"Owen's stupid art friends were over-and he pretty much didn't talk to me for the entire time!" She whined, expecting a reaction-or at least acknowledgement. But her creator nodded distractedly and Leo didn't even seem to hear. Adam had passed out on his chair, head flopped aside, and Chase has obliviously doing math in his capsule.

In his capsule?

Bree walked to her younger brother's capsule and knocked on the door. When he didn't respond, she yanked the door open.

"What are you doing in there?" She asked.

"Calculum. I mean Calculus." He responded forcefully, grabbing his sheets and gathering them up.

Now, Bree was no tech whiz, and she wasn't abnormally smart like Chase either, but the sheets he was holding did not look like regular math to her. Rather, it looked like distracted scribbles and computer coding. But why would someone write down coding? Wouldn't that defeat the purpose of writing it on a computer?

Whatever, this is Chase I'm talking about. Bree thought. Who knows what kind of math that is.

"Okay…" Bree said. "But why in your capsule?"

"I like it in there." Have a problem with that?" Chase asked with a glare. The loudness of the comment caused Adam to fall from his chair.

"Bree! You're back!" he sang, now even acknowledging his injury.

"Yeah." Bree mumbled, watching Chase pick up the pages near her feet.

"Aw, did little Chasey get bullied by his big sister?" Adam teased. "You're so cute!"

"Am not," Chase fumed, trying to ignore his brother. But Adam didn't stop.

"It's okay little bitty Chasey, you're in good hands! We'll take care of our little baby brother, won't, we, Bree?"

"We sure will. He obviously needs our help. Look at his hair and clothes! They're screaming, 'Help me Bree and Adam!'" she mimicked, using her voice manipulation to her advantage.

"Would you guys SHUT UP?" Chase yelled. Donald and Leo both turned watching the little showdown in silence now. "Just leave me alone!"

Davenport raised an eyebrow and Leo grinned. "Looks like the baby's getting feisty!" Leo commented, and Adam and Bree snickered.

"Would it kill you to leave me alone for once?" Chase mumbled.

"Baby Chase needs taking care of-it's obvious he's not capable of doing it on his own! He's a little baby, after all. He needs our help." Bree laughed. This was a nice way of getting back at Chase for pranking Owen and her the other day. Adam had helped Chase-but one battle at a time. She'd get to her older brother later.

Chase's jaw clenched. Just before he saw the letters 'Commando App Enabled', he realized that his theory of why he was turning into Spike so often was right on the dot.

Leo swallowed when he saw Chase freeze for a moment and then swoop down to a hunched stance, feet apart, leaning slightly forward, jaw held tight, and eyes hard as rock.

"I think we went a bit too far." He squeaked, stepping backward slowly to hide behind the cyber desk and pray for survival.

"Watcha pipsqueaks lookin' at?" Spike asked, snarling. His eyes passed over a frozen Adam and Bree and back to Davenport.

He sauntered up to his older sister and grabbed her by the collar. "What. Did. You. Say. To. Me. Princess?" he growled and Bree looked around in slight fear.

"Uh, nothing at all… Ch-Spike." She responded, looking Adam in the eye with urgency.

Adam was confused- he wasn't sure what Bree was saying to him with the eye gestures, but he knew it must be important. It took him a few seconds to catch on to what she was looking at. A zap gun. It'd make anyone, human, bionic, android, or animal, black out for as long as you'd like. Adam wasn't completely sure how to use it, but he'd seen Chase, Leo, and Davenport play around with it, so he just hoped he could make it work. Davenport had also caught the signal, and he moved to help Bree and Adam ran for the other side of the room. Unfortunately, Spike was not dumb enough to not catch on.

He tossed Bree aside harshly, right on top of Davenport, and hit the zap gun. It went flying across the room and shattered into a hundred pieces as it hit the wall.

"The drawer!" Davenport yelled, getting up. "In the drawer!"

"Which one!" Adam yelled back, frantically looking around.

Spike growled and pounced on Donald, who was trying to shout instructions to Adam. He smashed the scientist into a table and ran for Bree, who super-speeded away.

"Spike, I don't want to hurt you! Please calm down!"

Spike let out an animal roar. He tackled Bree, who tore at him, but he persisted. Adam wanted to help, but he knew he wouldn't be much good if he didn't want to hurt his brother's body. So he continued to search for the zap gun. Bree finally got up, using her super-speed to out-wrestle her little brother. Spike hopped onto the cyber desk and bowled things aside, trying to get to Bree.

Something caught on him, and he twisted and fell on the ground, tripping Bree in the process. She went down hitting her head on something. She crumpled like a rag doll.

Adam was worried, but he finally found the zap gun. Tackling the again-rising Spike, he held it to his neck, and a spasm hit the younger boy, and he immediately blacked out. Adam then gazed around looking at his knocked out family members and the blood surrounding Spike's-no, Chase's arm.

Leo peaked out from his little hiding spot, looking at distressed Adam with a disgruntled expression. "I think 9-1-1 is the right way to go," he said, and Adam nodded urgently.

Leo flipped out his phone. "Hello….?"

~Amnesia~

A man grinned as he watched a dark skinned teenager talk to the emergency service. His computer let out a string of little blips and he knew it was certain.

When Chase was Spike, his chip was vulnerable.

When Chase's chip was vulnerable, he could hack into the chip and install a new app.

And when that happened, he could control not only Chase, but Spike as well.

Revenge would be sweet.

Thanks for reading everyone! I hope you like it, and please review!

Oh, and just because I want to-everybody who reviews gets a sneak peak of the next chapter! :D

Thanks for reading, everyone! Love ya! See you for chapter two!

Signing off,

~Lea

EDIT 12/19/2015

The chapter has been edited and some parts have been redone. Betaed by EmeraldTulip.

~Lea