Chapter 7: We're Adopted?

Chase's POV:

I groan as I slowly open my eyes. I glance towards the clock in our room, and my eyes widen in surprise. IT'S 10:03 AM! I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I OVERSLEPT THIS LATE! I must've forgotten to reset my alarm for today. Oddly enough, even with the extra hours of sleep I've acquired, I feel more emotionally drained than usual. This thing with Bree is really taking a toll on my mental health. I step outside of my capsule, and realize that Oliver and Kaz aren't in their beds. They're NEVER up this 'early', which means they're still asleep downstairs. I quietly tiptoe towards the bathroom. I'd hate to accidentally wake up Skylar or Bree, well, mainly Bree. I don't know how I'm supposed to face her today. I enter the bathroom, do my business and shower, then tiptoe back to my room. I enter my capsule once again, and sigh as I pull up the controls for my capsule. I quickly select an outfit for today. I decided to wear; a red flannel plaid button up shirt, black skinny jeans, and gray quilted sneakers. After my clothes appear on my body, I step out of my capsule. I would avoid her like the plague, but I don't want her to think that I'm purposefully trying to avoid her. I don't want to hurt her feelings, or make her think that SHE'S done anything wrong. When I'm the one in the wrong here. It's my fault that things are now going to be awkward with her.

Bree's POV:

I wake up to Skylar's annoyingly loud snoring. How in the Hell does she manage to make her snores louder and louder each night? It blows my fucking mind. I stretch my muscles, then crane my neck to see the clock at the other end of the room. I roll my eyes. You've got to be fucking kidding me. It's 9:00 am! That's WAY too early for me. I like to train early some days, but today isn't one of those days. I'm still hella stressed about all the shit that went down yesterday. Knowing Chase, he's most likely been in HQ for hours now, still tinkering with that gun. There's no way in Hell I'm setting foot down there and training today. I stomp out of my capsule, and down the hall. I really need to get some ear plugs, or soundproof my capsule. I reach the bathroom, and lock myself inside. Within the 1st week of living here I actually asked Mr. Davenport to soundproof my capsule, but he said no! Because, 'if there was an emergency while I was sleeping, I wouldn't know about it since I wouldn't hear the mission alarms'. Which is so fucking dumb. If things weren't awkward with Chase right now, I'd definitely ask him to either soundproof my capsule or fix Skylar's snoring problem. After I shower, I superspeed down the hall and back into my room. I didn't bother bringing my clothes for the day into the bathroom, I wasn't in the mood for that.

Chase's POV:

After checking my reflection in Kaz's full body mirror, I exit our room. I walk down the hallway and stairs, into the living room. I stop to see Oliver and Kaz, still asleep on the sofa. I softly smile at this. They look so cute together. I tiptoe into the kitchen, and open the refrigerator. I glance at Bree's yogurt drawer. A frown forms onto my face. Why do things have to be so difficult with her? Why do we have to be related? I tilt my head at this. As odd as this may seem, I find myself questioning if we are actually related at all. Is Douglas our biological father? What ever happened to our mother? I quickly shut the refrigerator, cringing at the loud smack sound it makes. I quickly whip my head around, and stare at Kaz and Oliver. They're somehow still asleep. I softly scoff at this. I have a feeling that they could sleep through practically anything. I tiptoe through the living room, and into the hyperlift. Eating can wait right now, I have some researching to do. Bree is one year older than me(20), and Adam is one year older than her(21). Meaning that Adam would be around two years old when I was born. Most likely too young to retain any memory of our mother. Bree was one at the time, so there's no way she would remember any of it. I may have photographic memory now, but I unfortunately didn't from the time I was born to the time our mother parted ways with us.

Bree's POV:

I figured that I'd let my capsule do all the work for today. I step inside my capsule, and start messing with the controls. So skipping the training outfit, I go for a regular outfit with makeup included. I don't really feel like wear bright colors today, like most days. I decide on; a muted hunter green cropped sweatshirt that's intentionally ripped at the bottom, muted hunter green high waisted booty shorts that are distressed at the bottom, thigh high net stockings with what I think is pleather cuffs at the top, and shiny black lace up high heeled combat boots. For my makeup, I decide on a muted green look for eyeshadow and lipstick. I was planning to leave my hair as is, but what the Hell! My capsule's doing it all for me anyway. I decide on some soft beach waves for my hair. Feeling very pleased with myself, I saunter out of my capsule, towards my full body mirror. I grin at my reflection. DAMN, I LOOK GOOD! I should definitely let my capsule dress me more often. It's a Hell of a lot faster, not to mention easier. I wonder if fire and ice are still passed out on the couch. I turn to look at a still snoring Skylar 1 last time, before walking out of our room. I step into the hallway, and glance at the boys' room. I sigh before walking in the opposite direction. I trot down the stairs, and notice a still sleeping Kaz and Oliver. I playfully roll my eyes as I shake my head.

Chase's POV:

I exit the hyperlift, and immediately walk over to my work station. I decide to tidy things up while I think. If Adam, Bree, and I are all full siblings like we've assumed, then that means Douglas had to have had a girlfriend or wife at some point. This woman would have had to stay with Douglas for around 3-4 years in order to have us. She was most likely willing, because despite how evil Douglas used to be, I don't think he would have ever forced himself onto a woman multiple times. They were most likely regularly intimate, and probably living together. Yet neither Douglas or Mr. Davenport have ever mentioned this woman before. Maybe it was to spare our feelings? Since the woman would have had to leave Douglas sometime between after Mr. Davenport took us, to when we first faced off against him and Marcus. Mr. Davenport, and eventually Douglas, said that they'd be honest with us from now on. Plus they did indeed seem sorry for lying. So I feel like they should've mentioned her at some point if they had known her in the past. Then again, we never asked. We never dared to question things after Douglas and Mr. Davenport claimed to tell us everything. Maybe we should have questioned where we came from more. The only other option for us being full siblings, is if Douglas acquired three of a woman's eggs somehow. I wouldn't put it past him to break into a fertility clinic of sorts, and help himself to three samples.

Bree's POV:

I strut across the living room to get to the kitchen. I open the fridge, and look for my yogurt. I swear to God, if that mother fucker took my yogurt AGAIN... I open my yogurt drawer, and take out a cup of the stuff. He was wise in not taking my yogurt this time. He probably didn't take it because he didn't want to deal with me today. I frown at this, then forcefully shut the fridge door. I don't even give a fuck if I woke up those dumbasses on the couch. I'm in a pissy mood right now, and I can't be bothered to be considerate. They don't even flinch at the noise. I swear, we could get a mission alert, and those two would sleep right through it unless someone woke them up. I yank open the silverware drawer, and grab a spoon. Slamming the drawer shut, I mentally curse myself. I forgot to grab a juice while I had the fridge open. This whole thing with Chase is seriously pissing me off. I slam my yogurt cup and spoon onto the counter. Then I yank the fridge open, grab a bottle of apple juice, once again slamming the fridge shut. I have to talk to Chase, I'm ending this thing today. I snatch my yogurt and spoon off the counter, and march myself to the hyperlift. Oh God, WHAT AM I EVEN GOING TO SAY TO HIM?! I can't tell him that I possibly might have a lady boner for him, my BROTHER. That'd be weird, right?

Chase's POV:

After approximately five minutes of intense tidying while deep in thought, my work station was spotless and extremely organized. I stored my immobilization gun and immobilization serum inside of a secret compartment located inside of my work station. The very last thing I need, is for Kaz or Oliver to play around with it. Then somehow either find a way to damage it, or accidentally fire it at someone. A more plausible explanation for my relation to Bree and Adam, would be if we were half siblings. If Douglas had a string of affairs around the time Adam, Bree, and I were born, it would explain us all being a year apart from each other. If we each had a different mother. It would explain why Douglas and Mr. Davenport never brought it up. Maybe they assumed that we'd be hurt by the fact that we all have different mothers. It's not rare for siblings to all be a year apart, but it would be a more difficult thing to accomplish. Our mother would have had to be pregnant for years, and would have had to deal with giving birth every year for three years. Let's say that Douglas was seeing some woman, then she gets pregnant. After Adam is born, the woman leaves Adam with Douglas then leaves. Then the same situation happens two more times after that. The only problem is, there are some flaws to each scenario I conjure up. The last scenario I can think of, seems to have the highest percentage of being true. Which is, that Adam, Bree, and I are all adopted.

Bree's POV:

The hyperlift takes me down to HQ, and as soon as it opens, I see him. He's cleared his 'work station' of all the junk that was on it before, but now it's covered with papers. I exit the hyperlift, and slowly creep towards him. It looks like, calculations and notes for something? What's that nerd working on now? "What're you doing?", I softly ask. Chase jumps up in surprise. What good is having super hearing, if you can't even hear someone walk into the room? "Oh, hi Bree.", Chase replies before going back to his 'work'. Oh, so now you're going to ignore my presence now? I glare at him, then clear my throat. "I didn't mean to startle you.", I say in a not so soft voice. "Mmm.", Chase hums. Oh, so now I you can't even use your words?! "What're you working on now?", I ask in a pissed tone of voice. Chase decides to take a hot minute before replying, because apparently he decided to be an ass hat today. "Nothing much, just a theory I just had.", he finally says. Then he starts scribbling stuff down at an even faster pace. After that he starts shuffling papers around. Fine, be vague about it! See if I care! "And how's that going?", I snap. Chase sighs, before tearing his eyes away from the papers on his table. "Bree, as much as I'd love to talk with you right now, I really need to focus right now.", Chase calmly says. ARE. YOU. FUCKING. KIDDING. ME!?!?

Chase's POV:

After tossing around various theories in my head for a few minutes, I decided to write everything down on paper. That way I can compare my theories, facts, explanations, and counter evidence, to reach the correct conclusion. The conclusion will just be an assumption, and I'll eventually have to confront Mr. Davenport and Douglas about this. Meaning that I'll have to wait until Douglas is well enough to return, and hope that Mr. Davenport will accompany him here. Then of course I'd have to find a way to get Adam here, he deserves to find out the truth at the exact same time Bree and I do. Until then, I can't bring my theories up to Mr. Davenport, or Adam. I'm not exactly sure if I should mention it to Bree yet or not. If I did, it might raise suspicion with her. What if she asks me why I'm so curios to know? I don't want to lie to her, but I can't tell her the truth either. What if I tell her the real reason why I'm so desperate to prove that we do not share blood, and she's disgusted with me? What if she really only sees me as a little brother? What if we end up being full siblings at the end, or even have siblings? Sure, half siblings wouldn't be as awful, but we'd still be related. We'd still share a parent. Bree just had to pick this particular moment to try and start up a conversation with me. I hope I was polite enough when I asked her to leave me alone. "IS ALL THAT NONSENSE REALLY MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME?!", Bree yells. Apparently not...

Bree's POV:

I CAN'T BELIEVE CHASE RIGHT NOW! SERIOUSLY?! WHATEVER NERD STUFF HE'S DOING RIGHT NOW IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN TALKING TO ME? SHOULDN'T THE SMARTEST MAN IN THE WORLD BE ABLE TO MULTITASK?! DID HE REALLY JUST FUCKING ASK ME TO LEAVE HIM ALONE!?! "Bree, of course not. Nothing could ever be more important than you, but if you knew what I was working on... I think you'd understand why-", Chase starts. I quickly cut that mother fucker off. "Yeah but I don't know what you're working on! Because you never really told me, other than the fact that it's one of your theories!", I snap. Chase flinches at my sharp tone of voice. I'd feel really bad right now if I wasn't so pissed. I'd also be screaming on the inside at the fact that Chase just said that nothing's more important than me! "Bree, it's very clear that you're angry with me right now. So why don't you go sit down and eat breakfast, while I finish things up at my workstation. I'm minutes away from being done, and after I'm done, I'll sit down with you and we can discuss my findings.", Chase says. I huff and roll my eyes. He's trying to calm me down, I can tell. WELL MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO CALM DOWN RIGHT NOW! I can't make him angry right now though, I'd never make any progress with him today if I do. GOD DAMNIT! I'm going to have to sit down and wait for him to take his sweet ass time finishing his theory, aren't I?

Chase's POV:

I have no clue why Bree's excessively angry with me right now. It might have to do with the fact that she hasn't eaten yet. Experts do say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and even though she only eats a small breakfast, it does make a difference. If she would just only sit down and eat... Bree then stomps over to the table next to my work station, yanks the chair out enough for her to sit, then promptly dumps herself into the seat. Thank the Gods! She actually listened to me! I resume my work, as I hear Bree rip the aluminum covering from her yogurt cup off. I then hear her violently screw off the plastic lid to her juice bottle. For the next 5 minutes, all I can hear is Bree violently slamming her juice bottle down after every time she drinks from it, and her violently stabbing and scraping her yogurt around as she eats it. It's been driving me crazy! I think she's partly do it on purpose, and partly because she's still mad. Why is she all of a sudden so hurt by the fact that I wanted to prioritize my work over her? I've done it many times before, and Bree's prioritized her friends and social life over me countless times. So what's the difference now? Bree's attitude towards me has shifted considerably ever since yesterday morning. I've been trying to deny this all day yesterday, last night, and this morning, but... Is it possible that Bree might somehow, have feelings for me?