Some of you may be as surprised as I that I'm posting a sequel to Beautifully Tragic. This wasn't something I had planned; it was one of those instances where the idea came to me. After first, I questioned whether or not to leave well-enough alone. Obviously, I chose "not". The idea was just too good to pass up, and I believe that this three-shot will add to the other one - instead of ruining it like I feared. I'll let you readers be the judge of that, though.

I suppose that this story could be read on its own. However, I would still suggest reading BT first, if you haven't already. I reference events from that story a few times in this one, and you won't get the full meaning without the context of BT. Also, I think that knowing what previously happened will make this story all that more meaningful. The choice is yours, though. You should be able to follow this story well enough without reading the other.

So, without further ado, I will stop typing so you can go ahead and read. I hope you enjoy!

I do not own Lab Rats. I do own this plot.

~ "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." ~

Sabrina considered herself to be a pretty good significant other.

It wasn't that she was perfect – not by a long shot. However, she always tried hard to be the best girlfriend/wife possible. And to her credit, it wasn't exactly easy to be the spouse of a bionic superhuman. Over the years, there had been so many missions, so many malfunctions, so many threats. Yes, the missions saved lives; she understood that. It just seemed that they always popped up at the worst possible times. It also wouldn't have killed Donald to make inventions that worked properly. Honestly, how has his company survived this long? Not to mention, one could only have their life threatened so many times before it just became a nuisance.

However, Sabrina never said anything about any of that. At the end of the day, Chase felt absolutely awful about each and every thing she had to put up with. His countless apologizes had been more than enough, and it wouldn't have been right for her to add to his guilt. After all, he had no control over his crazy schedule. It wasn't his fault.

So, she never complained when Chase had to blow off their plans for a mission.

She never complained when any of the teens' bionics glitched and destroyed her belongings.

She never complained when fans frequently interrupted her dates with Chase.

She never complained when blogs and tabloids created rumors – good or bad – about their relationship.

She never complained when suddenly they were this Young Hollywood 'it' couple and her privacy disappeared.

She never complained when her boyfriend moved to a remote island for a year.

She never complained when graduation came and he couldn't be there with her.

She never complained when Chase then moved to Centium City for a year, after already being at the Academy for 12 months.

She never complained when Davenport decided that Chase couldn't attend a four-year college – or, more importantly, couldn't go to college with her.

She never complained when they officially switched to a long-distance relationship.

She never complained when he traveled all over the globe handling bionic matters, while life took them it two completely different directions.

She never complained when he also couldn't be there for her college graduation. Skyping and sending nice presents had nothing on him actually being there.

(She certainly didn't complain when he – to her surprise – showed up at her apartment one night and got down on one knee. Life can't pull us in two different directions if we walk together, he'd said. He couldn't even finish his speech before she pressed her lips against his and mumbled a yes.)

She never complained when bionic criminals or evil androids or whatever-the-heck-those-people-were kidnapped her just to spite Chase.

She never complained when they had to go into hiding severaltimes.

No, she never even complained when, towards the beginning of their relationship, he got amnesia and forgot who she was.

Well, guess what? Now she was going to complain. Sabrina had been a good – neigh, a great – girlfriend/wife over the past 12 years, and she had the right to protest just this once. Their life together had been full of ups and downs, but not even she had expected it to reach this level. This… this was low. Because Chase had just – just – announced that he and his siblings were finally resigning from missions. The student teams were well acquainted with the way things worked, he'd taught them all his tricks, and he was ready to experience life on his own terms – with her. Chase was 28 years old, and he had more than served his time as a bionic hero. Now was the time for him to move on with his life. Sabrina fully supported that decision. She didn't care if it sounded selfish; she wasn't going to share him anymore.

But then Donald announced that he needed them for "one last assignment". And, of course, this assignment had to do with them going to space for the third time. That was just how the Davenports rolled, after all. Sabrina didn't understand it at all. In fact, it was outright insane. However, that was the family she'd married into, and she needed to accept it.

You've been to space more times than an actual astronaut, she remembered telling him days before he left. She'd decided not to give him any trouble about it, instead choosing a comical approach. With his promise that that was the last mission, Sabrina had little cause for concern. He was a veteran at that point, and the whole family had assured her that it would be fine. Of course, she still had a little apprehension. Chase was her husband; she was always going to worry about him.

Perhaps she should've listened to that apprehension instead of pushing it away.

Maybe if she'd listened, Chase would've stayed on Earth. Maybe if she'd listened, there wouldn't be a speeding ticket in her purse right now. Maybe if she'd listened, she wouldn't be sitting in Davenport's private infirmary. Maybe if she'd listened… her husband wouldn't have been brought back from space in a coma.

This was when it became low. This was the point where she couldn't even fathom how despicable a card they'd been dealt.

Sabrina didn't want to be here. She really, really didn't want to be here. For so many years, she'd been hoping and praying that a situation like this would never arise again. If she never had to see Chase in a hospital bed again, it would be too soon. And the only thing on her mind was: why? Why did she have to go through this again? The pain she felt after the amnesia incident was enough to last a lifetime.

Only now, it was worse – in more ways than one. At least last time Chase was conscious. This time he was comatose. The explanation regarding why that was had evaded her understanding and care. Just like last time, she was mainly concerned about Chase. However, from what she was able to retain, it had something to do with a faulty space suit and subsequent oxygen deprivation.

She had no interest in knowing how that all transpired.

"Brina…"

The blonde was pulled out of her thoughts and back to reality. She turned to Bree with slight anger in her eyes. Sabrina didn't want to be angry with her family; she really didn't. However, the issue with Davenport's space station wasn't life threatening. Technically, Chase didn't need to go up there. And if Donald had just left it alone…

Bree shrunk back slightly under Sabrina's harsh stare. With a gulp, she said, "I'm so sorry."

Sabrina looked away. Part of her felt bad. Here Bree's brother was, lying unconscious, and yet Bree felt the need to apologize to her. She wasn't the only one in pain, though; she wasn't the only one scared and frustrated here. The entire family had to deal with this. Chase was Donald and Tasha's son; Adam, Bree, and Leo's brother. She understood that. It wasn't all about her.

That was just it, though. This wasn't about her. Now, it was about something bigger – much bigger. And in that sense, she was the one that fared the worst in this situation. Her family had no idea.

"You had concerns; you kept asking us if it was safe. I promised you that everything would be okay. I broke that promise, and I carry the responsibility for all this. I'm sorry, too, Sabrina. I really am," Donald spoke sincerely from across the bed.

With a deep breath, she only squeezed Chase's hand harder. Sabrina still couldn't manage a response.

"He still has a chance at recovery, though," Donald continued. "We all know Chase is a fighter. He'll wake up."

"When?" Sabrina spat, finally glancing up at her father-in-law. The word came out with more ire than intended, but she didn't regret it. "And what – what am I supposed to do in the mean time? Sit here and do nothing but worry about him? I already did that – 11 years ago."

She wouldn't try to control or rein-in the emotions this time. She had ignored so many things in the past, and that was over now. It almost seemed as if the Davenports took advantage of her forgiveness. Everything was like water off a duck's back with her, and it seemed as if they saw that as an opportunity to keep pushing the boundaries. Pushing, pushing, pushing.

Sabrina sighed. Deep down, she knew that wasn't the truth. The Davenports were some of the best people she'd ever met. She knew the cared about her – and Chase. It just seemed that as soon as a good thing happened for them, something horrible clouded it out. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. If it wasn't one thing after another, it was every. single. thing. at once. She thought those days were over. Or at least, she'd really hoped those days were over.

"Sabrina, I-"

"No," she interrupted, "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I just…"

"We understand," Leo replied, speaking up for the first time. "We'll give you some time alone."

Sabrina gave Leo a sad smile as a 'thank you'. It was weak and fragile, but he accepted it. The Davenports slowly filed out of the room, leaving just her and Chase.

When she looked back at him, the blonde got extremely nauseous. Just the sight of Chase on various forms of life support was enough to make her want to throw up. It wasn't just the fact that he was in a coma after yet another life-threatening experience. It was also the ever-nagging question that presented itself in situations like this – the question of what if he doesn't wake up? Sabrina was never one to think negatively, but a reality without him frightened her. She couldn't afford for him to not pull through. She needed Chase – now more than ever. He couldn't just end his life like this. He needed to be okay; he needed to stay with her.

Stay with me, Chase.

Subconsciously, Sabrina's free hand reached up to stroke the heart-shaped locket that never left her neck.

To think, just a couple days ago, she'd been planning his special 'welcome home' dinner. He was gone for two weeks, and Sabrina had been anxious for their reunion. She would've cooked his favorite dinner, played his favorite music, purchased his favorite flowers... Everything would have been perfect. Everything had to have been perfect. After all, it wouldn't have been just a 'welcome home' dinner. It was also supposed to have been a means to break the news.

Tears finally sprung to her eyes, and she allowed them to fall without a care. Sabrina stood from her chair and went to the head of the bed. Looking down on her husband, she brushed a strand of hair away from his closed eyes. She'd tried so hard to be a good wife, and Chase was as great a hero as they came (in her biased opinion.) Why did they deserve this? Why…?

Sabrina let out a breathy laugh that was anything but humorous. "I didn't want to tell you this way, but… Guess what, Sweetie?" She paused to run her thumb over Chase's hand. Her eyes fell away from his face as she whispered, "I'm pregnant."

Dun, dun dun...! How's that for a cliff hanger? I'm curious to know how many of you saw that coming. Was it really surprising or super predictable? Let me know in a review!

I'm leaving on a short vacation today, so the second part most likely will not be up until Sunday. Until next time, I hope your summer has been and will continue to be great :)