A/N: Hello, everyone! I'm back, and I'm sorry I forgot to throw those last couple updates are you. It was just so hectic right before I left that it completely fell off my radar. It turned out to be a good thing, though. I decided to finish this drabble series here, and I'll write a sequel that's that full-length story that digs deeper into the whole thing, unhampered by the restriction of word counts. I am actually writing that story right now (hence why this one didn't come out yesterday) and my goal is to have it posted by the end of the week. Thank you, everyone, for your patience. :)
Thanks to T.F. Crosby for reviewing last chapter. It made me super-duper happy! ^^
Episode: Spike V. Spikette
Rating (This arc): Low T, because Chase will be sad.
Warnings: Chase sadness. Actually, basically everyone will be sad, now that I think about it, so just sad people in general.
Inspiration: What if Kate's sonic scream had messed up Chase's hearing in the last scene? After all, Chase doesn't get up from that hit... *here the story is born*
Be the reason someone smiles today! :D
For two months, that was their life. The Davenport brothers spent every spare moment in the lab, searching for an answer. Chase did what he could, and his siblings picked up whatever he couldn't. Chase was quieter, not completely miserable, but not exactly happy, either. His siblings and students did their best to help and including him where they could, many developing an at least basic knowledge of sign language, but none really knew how to approach him. Chase was, normally, was incredibly confident, but this incident had taken that away from him. He didn't know how to deal with that. None of them did.
That was their life for two months, and then everything changed.