A/N: *deep breaths* So. Hi. Condensed version: very busy summer, lots of travel, service, summer AP packets (anyone want to commiserate with me about the trials of AP Calculus, just shoot me a PM. We'll suffer together.) and college things. Summer was fun, and stressful, and absolutely insane. I branched out a little, fandom-wise, so you'll likely see some mediocre Batman, Sherlock, My Babysitter's a Vampire, and other fics coming out in the relative future. But I am going to keep writing for this story, and my other, unfinished, Lab Rats stories, so never fear. :)
This is another peace offering that's not a resolution of Memories. Hopefully. it'll stave off the mobs and pitchforks a little longer.
HUGE thanks to my recent reviewers, Mad Jazzer, Pink-Libra-Girl, bradburythequeen, and KnightLawn! I honestly can't believe anyone has stuck with me this long. *confetti!* Love you guys!
Episode: None
Rating: K+
Warnings: A bit of angst
Inspiration: Characters are really good at standing up for each other against enemies, in mortal combat. But when there's no big bad guy threatening to destroy all the good in the world, they war amongst themselves. AKA where people don't seem to mind Chase being tossed into walls, and I get annoyed.
Be the one to make someone smile today! :D A little kindness goes a long way.
"I don't know why you think this is such a big deal," Chase protests, as Bree insists on staying in his sickroom to help monitor him overnight.
"You got thrown into a wall, and nearly split your head open, Chase. That's definitely cause for concern."
An odd look lights Chase's eyes. "... It hasn't been in the past," he hesitantly points out. "I know Adam tries to be careful, but he's thrown me that hard before." And you didn't care then was unspoken, not unheard.
Bree opens her mouth to reply, deny. But she closes it, knowing there's nothing to say.