Greetings Lab Rats lovers! In my other stories for the past week I've been asking you to vote on my profile for which story you wanted next. Well, guess which story won? That's right: Glitch Fever!

So you're probably here because you like sick Chase. This story will not disappoint. I know there are a lot of sickfics involving Chase out there, but don't worry, I've got some interesting ideas. The chapters for this story will be shorter than my other ones, but I'll update very often to make up for it.

I do not own Lab Rats. Enjoy!


* * * Chase's POV * * *


My trigonometry teacher droned on and on. Usually I don't mind math class. I love relearning things I already know. But today was different. Today I could barely stay focused. What was wrong with me?

"Mr. Davenport!" Mr. Wilson snapped. I jerked up and realized that I had put my head on my desk and nearly fallen asleep.

"Ye-yes sir?" I stuttered.

"Is my class so utterly boring for your genius that you decided to use it as a time to catch up on missed sleep?" Mr. Wilson said, glaring daggers at me.

"No sir!" I replied, biting my lip. This was new for me; I had never been in trouble with a teacher before.

Mr. Wilson squinted as if trying to decide what to do with me. I fidgeted uncomfortable. I could see my classmates staring and giggling at me. "So, the star student finally got in trouble, eh?" I heard someone say. I thought it sounded a lot louder than it should have. Was my bionic hearing activated? That's not right.

"Alright, Mr. Davenport," my teacher finally said. "Since this is your first offense, I'll let you off with a warning. But don't let it happen again."

I nodded and quickly went back to taking notes. But, try as I might, I found it becoming harder and harder to listen to Mr. Wilson. Why was I so tired? I hadn't been having trouble sleeping lately. Unless . . .

The bell rang and students hurried to pack up their things and head out of class. I, however, just sat there, trying to push back the pain. Tears sprung to my eyes and I clutched my ears. I don't get it! The bell hasn't bothered me since the first day of school! Why was it such a trouble now?

"Is something wrong, Mr. Davenport?" Mr. Wilson asked when he saw me.

"No sir!" The bell had stopped. I gathered up my things and walked out, not wanting to face any more questions.

Trigonometry was my last class. I headed over to Bree's locker, where my siblings and I always met to head home. I zoned out a little, allowing my feet to lead me. "Um, Chase?" I heard. I was about to look up, but suddenly I got a face-full of locker.

"Whoa, are you okay?" my sister asked. She placed a hand on my shoulder and turned me to face her.

"Yeah, fine, why?" I asked.

"Well, maybe because you just decided to kiss my locker? I know you're desperate for a girlfriend, but this?" Bree said, looking me over. "What's the matter with you?"

I chose to ignore her insult. "I'm just tired, that's all." Bree raised an eyebrow, but to my relief she didn't push it.

Adam and Leo ran up, arguing about something. "Would you guys tell Adam that talking dogs aren't real?" Leo said to us.

"No, they are too real!" Adam insisted. "There's one on TV! If you can't trust the TV to tell the truth, then what can you trust?"

"Adam, there are no talking dogs!" Bree told him.

"Yeah!" Leo said victoriously. "Chase, tell him! Chase?"

"Earth to Chase!" Bree said, snapping her fingers in front of my face.

"Huh?" I said. Then I realized that I had been leaning against the wall and closing my eyes. Again? What was going on with me?

"What's the matter, bro?" Adam asked.

"Nothing," I insisted. "I'm just tired. Can we go home now?"

"Yeah . . . sure . . ." Bree said. I sighed. Finally! Bree raised her eyebrow again and glared me. I tried to smile back. Whatever this was, I didn't want my family to worry. I'll be fine, I told myself. Just fine.


How was it? What did you guys think? Review/follow/favorite if you liked it! There'll be quite a bit of humor in this story, so hopefully I can make you guys laugh once or twice. Don't forget to review and tell me your favorite part!

By the way, I did a little research to see what someone's reaction would be if you snapped your fingers in their face (like Bree did to Chase). So I did it to my friend when she was zoning out. I don't recommend it, by the way. I think I nearly gave her a heart attack. XD

(Also, one more thing: AllAmericanSlurp has a poll on her profile that she would really like you to check. She wants to know if she should update Marcus: Broken Android or post a new story. So go check that out!)