Authors Note:
LoveShipper: That's what moms are for
ChaseyLover: I will update on Mondays and sometimes Tuesdays, every week.
WARNING: Some heated-up things between Bree and Chase. No touching, just looking.
Also, Call me BillyBae from now on (or HawiianChick, whatever suites you)
Chase's P.O.V.
Wow. I know that being scanned may not be comfortable. Especially if it's the chest area that's bothering her. And she's 14. I know what's there and because, being smarter than Albert Einstein and all. I can help her. I walk slowly down to the lab doing homework until Bree comes so I can ask her if I can scan her again. The elevator opened. I looked up hopefully but it was just Adam.
"Hey, can you help me with somethin'? My elbow can't see where Tasha put the bandage so would you mind drawing him a face?" I drew it in Sharpie, knowing he would be alarmed tomorrow of why there was a face on his elbow.
At last, Bree came. I was considering working the whole math textbook. Again. "Um, will you let me scan you?" "Fine," she said in defeat. "OK, just stand in the middle of the room," She did as she was told. There was a major cut implanted in her chest. How could she keep this from us? "Bree?" "Yeah?" "I kind of need you to take of your mission suit" "WHAT?!" "In order to help you, I have to see you" I explained. "Just don't try anything fancy" "You? Puh-Leaze!" This was not true. I actually liked her.
Bree's P.O.V.
"Adam, will you and your creepy elbow go play with Roger the squirrel?" "He came back!" Adam shouted with glee. Boy, he's weird. But not as weird as what Chase just asked me to do. Chase locked the doors. "Just so no one would catch us and wonder what we are doing," he reassured. I slowly peeled of the latex material. "Whoa," He breathed. (A/N: She does NOT take it off all the way. Right above her belly button is where the suit peeling stopped. BTW, this is the most… weird scene in here) I hope he was talking about the gash and not the you-know-what. "Ok," he said "I have to sew this up meaning you have to be unconscious." "I am not swallowing a pill," I stated defensively. I can't swallow anything without chewing. "I suppose I could knock you out," he said. "What?" "Relax, I'm kidding. I would never lay a hand on you." "But what are you doing now?" "Oops sorry." He said without blushing. Hopefully the reason why he wasn't blushing is because he gets embarrassed every day.
(There is another mild scene but it isn't nearly as close as this one. From then on, its okay)