Disclaimer: I don't own Lab rats or any of the characters,although I wish I did! Warnings? JUst some MAJOR self-angst and Father/Son fluff. Ok,that's all.

Chase's POV

I can't believe I did that! I was so stupid! Why did I ever think he'd like me back! I'm so stupid!

These thoughts swirled around in my brain as I slowly trekked home,hoping by the time I got there my eyes would've dried up or at the very least my family wouldn't notice. Fortunately,my wish was granted. Everyone seemed to be to busy with work to notice. I easily slipped in and down to the lab without drawing any attention to myself. I sat in one of the chairs for a good 15 minutes with my mind blank for probably the first time in my life.

Eventually,my mind wandered back to Marcus and what had happened. I tried to stop thinking of him,but the harder I tried,the more my mind plagued me with the thoughts. When I heard my siblings coming down,I bolted upstairs and down the first hallway I came to,not wanting to talk to anyone until I'd calmed down a little,if ever.

And that's how I found myself balling my eyes out in my room and not knowing my dad had been listening in.

Third Person POV, Day of Donald and Douglas talk at the coffee shop

Chase had been grateful that his and Marcus' fight had been on a Friday. That way he had two extra days to figure out how to deal with it.

Donald had just walked into the door from his meeting with Douglas to find a moping Chase sitting on the couch with red and watery eyes.

"Chase,what's wrong?" he asked,although he already had pretty good idea of why he'd just been crying.

"Nothing. Just my allergies again. I'm fine," Chase lied,not wanting to seem weak in front of the man he looked up to.

"Chase." Donald stated in a no nonsense voice. Chase sighed after seeing he wouldn't be able to get past his father and resigned himself to being humiliated.

"It's abou-it's about someone at school," he whispered,looking down.

"Who?" Donald asked,knowing Chase had to tell him himself,although right now all he could think was,

'I don't care if he's my nephew,if he hurt my boy,he's gonna be in a world of pain'

Chase stayed silent for a long time but finally took a deep breath.

"It's Marcus" he whispered and Donald had to strain to hear him. Donald faked surprise,then went back to normal.

"What happened Chase?" He asked,concerned for his son. Chase sighed again and finally met his father's eyes.

"I kissed him. He-he shoved me. I was stup-stupid for think-thinking he w-w-would l-like me. I-I should've kn-known,I-I-" He stopped,and hiccuped a little. He tried to talk again,but ended up sobbing. He leaned on Donald's shoulder as he cried and wrapped his arms around him. Donald did the same thing,and whispered calming words into his son's ear.

"It's ok. Let it all out. It's going to be alright. Shhh,it's ok" he kept repeating those over until Chase calmed down to the occasional hiccup and sniffle.

"I'm sorry" he muttered. Donald gripped his shoulders and held him out at arms length.

"Chase,there is nothing to be sorry about."

"But I'm weak. I couldn't even take being shoved by him without crying. How can I lead missions if I'm weak?" Chase asked sadly.

"Chase. I want you to listen to me and listen good. You are not weak. Everybody cries and everybody has heart ache. It does not make you any less of a leader or any less strong. I'm glad you talked to me about this," Donald finished with a small hug. Chase grinned a little up at his mentor.

"You-you don't care that I like Marcus?" Chase questioned.

"No. I was a little shocked,but,if that's who you love, than I can't do anything about it but wish you the best," he answered honestly

"Yeah,well,don't waste you're wishes. He hates me now," Chase told him sounding miserable and using all his strength to not break down again.

" I wouldn't be so sure about that. You two will always be family,if nothing else. He can't hate you. And besides,I bet if you talk it out with him you'd be surprised," Donald explained with a small smile. Chase looked at him confused,but decided to do what he suggested. I mean,he was almost never wrong. Almost. and besides,what could it hurt,right? Right.

Ok,a lot more sappy than I intended,but hey,it's late and I'm running on soda. Next time,we'll see if our boys can make an even bigger mess of this situation. See ya!