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Spike opened his eyes to the sun shining in his eyes. He had lay awake for hours crying. Even now in the light he felt darkness welling up inside him. Every face he saw hated him. Everyone he loved thought of him as a mistake or a monster. He was nothing to them. Chase pretended to care but he didn't. He was obligated, that's all.

"Maybe I am a mistake" he mumbled to himself. His voice was hoarse from his cries. The pillow was soaked from his tears. He was a loud crier and buried his face in the fabric to soften the noises. "Maybe I should just go. It would be better for everyone. After a few weeks without my capsule I'll die and everything can go back to normal, better than normal. Chase won't have a monster trying to take over every time he's in danger." He closed his eyes and rolled himself tighter into a ball. I deserve this pain. I'm a horrible person. I'm a monster, a mistake, I should be dead. "Time to get up" he mumbled unenthusiastically. Mr. Davenport had come in late last night and placed crutches near his bed. He had pretended to be asleep. It was easier for the both of them. He didn't want to look into his father's eyes and see nothing but suspicion and curiosity. He didn't want to be another test tube in the lab. He was a person. But Mr. Davenport didn't see it that way and it would be a lie to say he still thought it himself. He pulled himself to the side of the bed to stare at the two wooden sticks set before him. "Come on, stupid, you can do this." He gently pulled the sticks to him and stood. The pain engulfed his body but it was so much better than without the crutches.

Downstairs Chase was making his way through the living room scowling.

"Chase," Mr. Davenport called making his way from the hallway.

"Yes," Chase said trying to hide the anger welling inside him.

"We need to discuss this Spike situation. Can you come to my office?" Chase nodded. They made their way silently to the small room.

"What's the Spike situation?" Chase said warningly.

"I think with a few tests I might be able to find a way to put you two together."

"No!" Chase yelled. Davenport jumped.

"What do you mean no?" he asked. Chase was acting different since Adam attacked Spike.

"Spike is his own person. I'm not condemning him to be a thought in the back of my head. He deserves a life. He's my brother and I love him no matter what anyone says." It was true to an extent. He did love Spike and he was his brother. He just didn't love him as a brother. "Now I'm going to go see him. I don't want any more talk about this." He turned from Davenport and stomped out, just as he had stomped out of the lab.

"Spike," Chase exclaimed, seeing the boy trying to make it down the stairs.

"Chase, you don't need to help," he said, but was ignored. Chase was at his side in an instant.

"You shouldn't be up by yourself." The moment the words left his mouth he regretted them.

"I can do things myself" Spike mumbled. He tried to hide the sadness, but he knew Chase could see. They sat down on the couch.

"I'm sorry. I know you can. I'm just worried about you." Chase said, pulling Spike into a hug.

"At least someone cares." Spike said. Chase pulled away silently. "Chase?" His eyes widened.

"Don't ever feel alone" he whispered before bringing their lips together.

"Just talk to them," Bree said to Adam, facing each other as the elevator opened. The first thing she saw were the two boys kissing. "Adam." she nearly shouted before he could turn his head. The boys jumped apart.

"What" he asked?

"Nothing" she said a huge grin on her face. "Hi, boys" she sang as she skipped away.

"What's up with her" Adam asked his brother.

"Girls," Chase laughed a little too hysterically. Adam gave him a weird look. The boys on the couch fidgeted.

"Can I talk to Spike?" Adam said with a confused look on his face. Chase's expression hardened instantly.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Chase said harshly.

"Chase, its ok," Spike told him. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Go find Bree."

"But…"

"Chase, please leave" Spike said quietly. Sighing, Chase nodded, glaring at Adam before he left the room.

"Ummm … about last night" Adam stuttered.

"Adam, everything's fine" Spike said, faking a smile. "Please don't apologize."

"No, I wasn't going to apologize," he said. "No! Not that I'm not sorry. I really really am." He added quickly. "It was just you told me I'd be your brother even if you weren't mine" he said. Spike nodded.

"It's ok, Adam. Please don't try to say anything."

"No I need to say this." Adam told him. "I have been horrible to you. I nearly killed you, but you still think of me as a brother. I have done nothing but hate you." Spike frowned, unsuccessfully trying to hide his sadness. He felt the tears welling up again. "I need you to know I'm sorry and … and you are my brother." Spike looked shocked.

"Adam?" he asked. The older boy cleared the distance between them and engulfed Spike in a hug.

"I'm so sorry" he said again. This time Spike couldn't hold back the tears. Adam held him until he stopped, trying to show he was there, no matter what. Meanwhile Chase found Bree smiling out the window.

"Hey Bree" he said. His response was a loud squeal.

"I knew he told you" she laughed. "You two are perfect."

"Shhhh" Chase hissed. "No one knows and it needs to stay that way. She quieted down but couldn't get rid of the smile.

"So, was that the first time?" She asked.

"No," Chase said turning red. "It's how he told me." Bree muffled a squeal with her hand.

"Why aren't you in there with him?" She asked.

"Adam wanted to talk to him alone." Chase said hesitantly. "I think he might be trying to apologize to him."

"He is sorry," Bree said. "But we should go see if they're done. I want to see the second half of the cutest gay couple."

"Bree," Chase wined. "You better not make a habit of this. I'm no different than I was before and want to be treated the same.