Chapter 1.

Chase's POV.

I was strapped down to a table, Derek Darkins was staring at me, digging a knife into my arm and questioning me about how to get bionics. I felt a stab in my side and I sat up screaming. I was in my bed, sweating profusely and shaking in fear. Why was I in my bed? Yes, I have a bed, when guests come over, that's where I sleep, so they don't get suspicious. However, I remember falling asleep in my capsule. I saw Mr. Davenport reading something.

"What happened?" I asked suspiciously.

"You had a panic attack in your capsule. I got you out and brought you up here so I could make sure you were alright." Mr. Davenport explained with a worried look on his face.

"I'm...I'm fine." I stuttered.

Mr. Davenport got up from his chair and sat down on my bed.

"Chase. You had three panic attacks in the last four days. I'm really worried about you." Mr. Davenport explained.

"I'm...I'm ok. I swear." I stuttered again.

"Chase. You can tell me the truth. I won't tell anyone unless it's life threatening. I promise." Mr. Davenport said with a comforting smile on his face as he rubbed my back.

"I...I'm...I'm scared!" I meant to whisper that, but it came out in a yell. I started crying into Mr. Davenport's shirt.

"Chase. Calm down. It'll be ok." Mr. Davenport soothed as he continued rubbing my back.

If anything, I was just crying harder instead of calming down. I was still shaking in fear and sweating.

After minutes of sobbing uncontrollably and being soothed by Mr. Davenport, I finally was able to get out of his shirt and sit up.

"Can you at least tell me what you are scared of so I can help you?" Mr. Davenport asked.

"I'm...I'm scared of...Derek Darkins!" I yelled again which resulted in myself crying hard again.

"Chase. You don't have to worry about Derek. We locked him in one of my high tech prisons. I will make sure he never lays a finger on you." Mr. Davenport told me as he rubbed my back.

"But...but you won't be...be here forever. Who...who will protect me?" I asked in tears.

"You have Adam, Bree and you have bionics. When I die, you will be able to protect yourself, but until then, I will protect you. I swear." Mr. Davenport said with a comforting smile on his face.

I slowly wiped away my tears and hugged Mr. Davenport.

"Thanks." I whispered.

"No problem. If I have to get up in the middle of the night, I'm glad I could help. Are you gonna be ok in here tonight?" Mr. Davenport asked.

"Can you stay?" I asked, noticing I sounded like a five year old.

"Sure. Just let me go get a blanket and pillow and I'll be right back." Mr. Davenport said leaving the room.

I immediately got freaked out again. I heard noises in the hall witch scared me. I jumped out of the bed, ran to the closet and locked the door. I tried to quiet my breathing when I heard the person enter my room. Then I heard a familiar voice.

"Chase? Are you ok? Ok, where are you?" Adam asked.

I unlocked the door and stepped out. Adam came over and hugged me.

"Chase, are you ok? I heard you screaming and crying from the lab. And why were you in the closet?" Adam asked as he broke off the hug.

"I was just making sure that no one took my clothes and decided to use my underwear as a hat." I lied as I glared at Adam.

"I did that one time! Let it go!" Adam yelled.

Then Mr. Davenport came back in the room with his stuff and he started to put it in the chair.

"Whoa. Mr. Davenport, why are you sleeping in here?" Adam asked.

"Because Chase asked me to. Go back to bed Adam." Mr. Davenport said.

"Night Chase." Adam said before picking me up and playfully tossing me onto the bed.

"Goodnight Adam." I smiled as he left the room.

"Chase. Tomorrow is the end of summer vacation, I need you to get some sleep." Mr. Davenport explained as he opened his book.

"What do I do about my...scars?" I asked, referring to the ones on my arms and face.

"Tell your classmates that you got into a freak accident?" Mr. Davenport suggested.

"But then I would have to explain what it was." I reasoned.

"Look, we'll figure something out, even if it means you end up wearing some of Bree's concealer." Mr. Davenport said as he put down the book and settled into the pillows.

I settled into my own pillows and entered the most peaceful sleep I've had in the past 4 days.

A guest asked me to make a sequel to my story, Is fighting worth it.

I am dedicating this to my friend, LabRats989. He has the best Chase-Adam stories around! And he is so fun to talk to.

He actually has inspired me to write more Chase-Adam stories.

And for the record, I don't mean slash. Just their adorable brother relationship.

Again, thanks for inspiring me LabRats989.

So what do you think?

If you have a problem with the story, please explain what the problem is so I can fix it for future stories.

Over and out.

Susz.