Author's Note: Chase's chapter. By the way, this is longer because I'm much more comfortable with him than the other two. And sorry for the delay in posting.
Chase was furious at his sister. No, there was no word to describe the inferno of emotion that pumped through his veins. Fury was just the best one. Though he couldn't display that emotion in front of his family, so he unleashed on the punching back, pummeling it with all his enhanced strength, though he was nowhere near Adam's level. He wasn't sure this was the healthiest way to deal with it, but it was all he had. He couldn't very well go up to his sister and scream at her, because she already felt bad enough. What was scarier was some part of him wanted to make her feel worse, and scariest part of him agreed with that part.
This wasn't how siblings were supposed to act, especially bionic siblings who were as close as they were. They didn't betray each other by abandoning them on missions they knew were dangerous, and they certainly didn't get this angry at each other behind their backs. Bree had committed the first betrayal, but Chase wasn't clean either. Though her was far worse. She had thrown her bionics and basically her siblings away? And for what? A concert? They were living a normal enough life, and they did far more in a few weeks than most people their whole lives. They had the life people dreamed of, and she threw that away too. If she had just sworn off bionic missions, Chase would have just called her stupid. But she threw away her siblings.
She didn't ignore them or anything, but it felt as if a wall had come up between them. Things became more awkward between in such a short amount of time, and he'd begun to think she preferred the barrier between them. After the fire, things changed. Bree had looked concerned about their well-being, ripping away any thoughts of her not caring about them. Though it didn't absolve her of destroying her chip so carelessly. He told what had happened, honestly, and the look on her face made him want to hug her and tell her it would be alright, but the anger didn't fade. So he did the only thing he could: walked away.
Though when Donald told them he couldn't fix her chip, Chase regretted that choice when he saw the despair on her face, the rueful light of her eyes. They needed each other now more than ever, bionic or no. They were a team, and bionics didn't decide all of that, it was blood too. So far they had been unable to fix it, but they had to have hope it could happen. If there was anyway possible to do it, they would find it and do it.
As a team.
Author's Note: Like? Please review. And don't forget my fic about the fire, it'll go up tonight or tomorrow.
