Warnings: Male/Male Fluff
Content Rating: T
Show/Movie: Lab Rats
Chase sat watching the body of his enemy...friend...lover...boyfriend...brother...sibling...whatever lay prone and limp on the medical bed Donald had set up for him, Bree, and Adam when they got sick or got hurt. But, this time, not him, nor Bree or Adam or even Leo layed unconscious on the bed. It was Marcus, his best friend and boyfriend. Chase wanted it to be him on that bed, him to be unconscious, to be dying. Just so Marcus could live. But Chase still held his hand, Marcus's hand, as he felt the soft skin of Marcus's face with the other.
"Please wake up for me, Marcus." Chase whispered into Marcus's ear. Marcus didn't move, didn't do anything. "Please, Marcus. I can't do it without you, I can't live without you. Come back to me, Marcus." Chase whispered to him into his ear and then pressed a kiss to Marcus's lips. Marcus gave a soft noise and hus eyes moved behind his eyelids.
"Chase." Marcus murmured and fluttered his eyes open to look up at Chase. Chase gave a sob and ran his fingers through Marcus's hair.
"You're okay." Chase whispered, smiling and Marcus's gave him a weak smile in return and twined their fingers together.
"I'm okay as long as you're here with me, Chase." Marcus whispered weakly, still giving a smile that was as weak as his voice. But it still assured Chase that the was okay and that their relationship was okay too.
"I love you Marcus." Chase said softly and Marcus's amber eyes lit up with happiness.
"You love me?" Marcus asked.
"Yes, of course I do. How could I not?" Chase said.
"Because I'm not perfect." Marcus whispered.
"Nobody's perfect, Marcus. What you are is perfect for me." Chase said and Marcus smiled and let his boyfriend cuddle his head up to his waist, watching Marcus drift back off to sleep. Marcus would be okay, so would their relationship. Chase could finally fall asleep, he was happy that Marcus would be okay. He was holding Marcus's hand and his other arm was over Marcus's waist, keeping him there. Marcus's hand that was free was on Chase's head, buried in his hair, keeping him there as well. Yeah, they were okay.
A/N: Had To Get It Outta My Mind Somehow. Read & Review
