Author's Note: The final chapter...oh gosh. Well, this was wonderful! You guys made this worth it! And I remember when Blood of Our Father was first posted...ah the memories. I have made an open ending, so if enough people complain, I could write a sequel, if you like the ending, well, ignore what I just wrote. But uh, yeah. I'll be posting some more LR fics sometime, so follow me if you wanna know when I do that. And for these final reviews, please review on the chapter, and the series on a whole. And SHOUT OUT TIME!

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Chase was waiting. Waiting for his life to change irrevocably. Waiting for ignorance to come to his siblings. Waiting for him to be alone once again. But throughout our lives, are we not always alone? No matter how long or how well we have known our friends and family, do we really know them? Every major thought and dream they've had? Their true character? Chase paced anxiously. Donald was busy erasing Chase from every bit of their lives. The only thing Chase would have to do was make his siblings forget. Am I a major part of their lives? Will they feel as if something is missing? We are nothing more than the sum of our memories, and I will strip them of practically their whole lives. Is it fair to them? Is it fair to me? It is fair to them. They do not need the responsibility of the world. I can bear that burden for them. He listened to the seconds tick by as he awaited his siblings return from school.

I wonder if, since they will soon think their bionics are just experiments, will they use them freely? How will they change? How will they live? What will become of them? Chase would only ever know through Donald's emails and phone calls, but that wouldn't be the same as being there, witnessing their growth. They will live their own lives, in service to whatever and whomever they wish, but mine...I am tethered to the world, a world that might not deserve saving.

Fairness. Is it fair for all the good people to suffer, while the worse people live happy lives? When is life ever fair? Chase didn't know the answer to that. But he did know that the time with his family hadn't been enough. He would always want more time with them. Time he would never get now.

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But what I want doesn't matter. It is what is best for us all that matters. There is not a doubt in my mind that this is the only path for us to take where some of us wind up happy. Chase already knew how his life would be lived, secretive, alone, and content. Happy even. But fulfilled? Maybe. The only place he could ever imagine being fulfilled was at his families' side.

He heard their footsteps scrape against the cement driveway, and knew there was no turning back. The only people who would know their full, true lives, was no one. Neither he or Donald had every one of his siblings' memories and thoughts. They could lose so much they were never aware of. Chase pivoted to face the door.

In came Adam, Bree, and Leo. Chase waved his hand, and instantly Leo and Adam dropped to the ground, unconscious. Bree's eyes widened. "Chase..." He presses two fingers to her forehead, and began erasing every trace of him in her life. Every mission she'd been on. She had once been Bree, middle child, saver of the world, and school girl. Now she was just a school girl. When all of him and their missions had been erased, Chase eased her to the couch. Her mind was now filled of happy memories of Donald teaching them to train their 'experimental bionics' for no purpose other than to see if it would work. Bree no longer remembered the stress or terror at the hands of Marcus or Lagos. She underwent ordinarily lifelong changes in about two minutes. It took Chase three minutes on Adam, and one minute on Leo. It took him six minutes to erase himself from their memories, his closest friends. Tasha had taken a minute, but she wasn't a close friend. She was now stepmother to two children and mother to one.

Chase saw Davenport walk through the kitchen, meaning that the lab had only two capsules now, no sign of a third. Chase gave Donald a forced grin, though no one could see through its manufactured quality. "They could stare at me for five hours and never recognize me." Chase informed quietly. Donald nodded.

"Well, the truck is outside to take you to Facility Z. Douglas is there, and I'm expecting you to excel in training, and to avoid letting the world be blown up or whatever it's in danger from."

"I'll do my best," Chase stated solemnly. Donald's heart swelled with pride and sadness. "Dad, I better go. Thanks, for everything." Chase embraced his adoptive father for the last time for a while, then disappeared through the entrance, to whatever future lay ahead, leaving his family to their fate. Whatever it may be.

Author's Note: And this is how the story ends, though if you dislike the ending, I could be talked into writing a sequel. And haha Chase wiped their memories, and will now do all missions solo, added by the Davenport brothers' inventions. Haha and Adam and Bree and Leo and Tasha have no memory of the world needing saving, or Chase.