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Chase 17, Bree 19, Adam 20, Leo 16

Bree's P.O.V.

"Man, what a day." Leo flops down onto the soft couch in Mentors Quarter. "Seven missions; literally one for each continent!"

"But what about Antarctica?" Adam pouts and I just shake my head. I was a little surprised that Chase didn't crack a joke.

Glancing at my younger brother, I find him gulping down a water bottle, his eyes trying to force their way closed. "You okay, Chase?" I worry, walking to where he stands.

"Yeah, why?" He puts on an obviously forced smiles and I shrug my shoulders.

"Just checking."

"Hey, Chase! Come play Combat 4 with us!" Leo pleads, tugging at Chase's arm.

He winces slightly, pulling his arm away. "Sorry, Leo, I can't. I've got two more classes to teach, paperwork, and Mr. Davenport wants me to upgrade the security cameras all today."

I furrow my brows. "Chase, it's five o' clock; you've been working all day. Take a break, Mr. Davenport will understa-"

"I can't, Bree!" And with that, he exits the room.

"Someone's grouchy." Adam scoffs and I punch his shoulder.

"Mr. Davenport is pushing Chase too hard." I huff, sitting down beside him.

Chase's P.O.V.

"Great job, guys! Trevor, you need a little more work on your force field. I want you activating it in point three seconds." I sigh, finishing up my final class for the day.

Walking to my desk I get hit with a dizzy spell, grasping the glass top before I fall over. Taking a heavy breath, I continue to my seat, feeling shakey and sweaty as I sit down.

Am I getting sick? No, I don't have time to get sick. I'll be fine!

"Okay, paperwork...so much paperwork." The stack of white papers with black writing sat a foot tall, and that's no exaggerations. Mr. Davenport has left it for so long before he decided to give it to me.

1 HOUR LATER

Third P.O.V.

"One hour; one whole hour and I'm only half way through this stupid stack of paper!" Chase scolds himself aloud, earning the attention of his siblings who are entering the office they all share.

"Chase, take a breather and come swimming with us! The waves are perfect right now for surfing!" Adam grins widely.

"Adam, it's eight o' clock and already dark outside; no one is going swimming!" Bree rolls her eyes. She turns to her brother, watching him rub his temples; knowing he's holding down his dreadful commando app under stress.

"Will it bug you if we sit in here and watch TV while you work on it?" She asks; wanting to offer to help, but knowing Chase was the only one smart enough to figure out the paperwork.

"Uh, no. Go ahead." His quiet response confirmed that he was stressed. For Chase, keeping quiet helps keep Spike down.

Instead of turning on the television, his brothers crowd around the desk; a scheme to annoy the heck out of him in mind. "Whatcha doing?" Adam begins, causing a sigh to escape Chase's lips.

"Paperwork, Adam." His ink pen works slowly across the paper. Usually his brain would be working at much faster speeds, but he's too exhausted to concentrate.

Leo chuckles. "Nerd." Of course his brothers didn't realize how much it was actually bothering Chase. They knew he could blow it off and act as if it never happened. But what they didn't know was that, in his state of exhaustion, he felt much more sensitive.

"Knock it off." Chase's voice, quiet yet demanding, whispered to them. He felt warm tears brimming in his eyes. He wasn't really hurt by their words; in all honesty, he had no idea why he felt like crying.

"Chase, here are some more papers I found under my bed. I need them all done tonight." Donald placed them in front of his son, walking away without waiting for a reply. The boy lets out anothrt quiet, shakey sigh.

"Aww, poor little Chasey's got so much to do." Adam blabbers in a baby tone, ruffling his younger brothers hair.

"Stop!" Chase's words come out in a soft, quivered voice as he shoves Adam's hand away.

Bree, who had been watching the whole time - not knowing what to say - finally marched over. "Honey." She wraps her arm his shoulders, placing her free hand on his arm. "What's wrong?"

Shaking his head as more tears roll down his cheeks, he coughs out a response. "I...don't...k-know."

She sighs, pulling his head to her shoulder; a hand resting on his cheek. "Take a deep breath." She kisses his temple.

Bree realized why he was crying. The only reason Chase Davenport ever cried - for no apparent cause - was when he was flat out exhausted.

She cold feel his shoulders tensing as he tried to hold in his tears. Taking his hand she slowly pulls him out of the seat. "I think someone needs to go to sleep."

Chase shakes his head, firmly - yet slightly weak - planting his feet on the ground. "I still have all this paperwork to finish and I have the security cameras to upgrade!"

"No, Chase." Bree argues. "You need rest." She pulls him into Mentors Quarters and sits him down on the couch.

As she takes her place beside him, Chase immediately rests his head in her lap. She chuckles softly, tousling his hair. He tiredly smiles up at her with drooping, yet shining, hazel eyes. "Thank you."

A grin tugging at her lips, she softly replies. "Go to sleep. I love you."