Whew...lemme' just say; it has been too long. Way too long. And I am SUPER sorry about that! Writer's block just decided to kick in full force with this story. But hopefully now I have been able to break past that wall and will be able to finally finish this story! Yay! Thanks so much for being so patient! :D By the way, happy New Years and merry Christmas! Or happy Hanukkah! ;D I realized that the past two stories I've written were deathfics...and I needed to change that. So I wrote this, haha. ;P I just also wanted to ask real quickly, if you could send out some prayers to Yordano Ventura's family and friends.

You see, my parents are huge Kansas City Royals' fans, and well, the teams star picture who was super young and had a really bright future, died unexpectedly in a car crash on his way to a friend's funeral...super sad stuff. And the family and team have been taking it so hard, and my heart, thoughts and prayers go out to them, and I would appreciate it if you would do the same. Thank you.

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Bree had woken up early, despite her going to bed late and being awake partially during the night. She just couldn't sleep after the prior day's events. Right about this time yesterday, the whole Davenport would be up and about to eat breakfast; clueless to what the future possessed. She sighed as she walked into the elevator and started it breakfast would be ready soon.

She wasn't hungry at all, but in the Davenport family, everyone needed to show up for a meal whether or not they'd be eating. She just couldn't possibly stomach the food, knowing that there was an empty chair at the table that may never be fill again.

She knew that Douglas was working on saving Chase, he hadn't even left the room the whole night and morning. Donald had already brought him his breakfast. But even though Douglas was trying, that didn't mean that Chase would live and that she would get her brother back.

Heck, even if he did live, Douglas had stressed the fact that he will most likely never be the same.

But then again, none of them would be the same after this; no matter what happens. She distantly heard the elevator beep, signaling that her ride was over and she had arrived at her destination, before she stepped out solemnly.

Even the bright and shiny sun that shone through the ceiling to floor windows in the living room wasn't enough to cheer her up; and it always did. She noticed that everybody else was already at the table, and they barely even looked up when she pulled her chair out and sat down without a word; on normal mornings she would have already spoken a thousand words.

But this wasn't a normal morning.

At all.

She glanced over and noticed Adam slowly chewing on his food, and Leo only picking at it. She looked at the pancakes that lied on her plate, and felt nausea build in her stomach. How could she eat right now? Several minutes passed, which just consisted of quiet chewing and occasional glances at each other; not a single word spoken.

"Honey, you need to eat." Tasha said, snapping Bree out of her stupor, and she sighed quietly. She didn't even bother putting syrup on her pancakes, she just slowly cut a small bite and chewed it indignantly; the taste not even there.

It just seemed like she was eating a tasteless blob. She swallowed hard, and glanced over to the seat next to her.

The empty seat.

She stared for only a moment, tars welling up in her eyes and suddenly feeling the nausea in her stomach build. She abruptly stood up, sending her chair flying back.

"I need some air," She stated, and suddenly sped out of the room and to her on 'room' that she used to have. She quickly closed the door behind her once she reached it, biting her lip and choking back a sob, before rapidly walking over to her bed and collapsing on it.

She held a pillow close to her chest and sobbed into it. She had made sure that she locked the door so that no one could come in and try to console her.

After all, it would be of no use.

She couldn't be comforted. She sniffed and looked up through bleary eyes; finding the overwhelming sense of sickness rise in her stomach as she remembered one of the last times that she was in here. She sobbed even harder as she thought of how her and Chase had teamed up against Adam.

Oh, how she missed those times.

Why could things just go back to the way they were? Why couldn't her life be normal again? Now she was afraid that she might never feel quite happy again. Because after all, wasn't this the new normality for her?

A knock on her door startled her out of her daze and she sighed and rubbed the tears away from her eyes. "I don't feel like talking right now," She said to the mystery person behind the door and heard a sigh come from the person.

"Douglas said that he wants all of us in the lab," She heard Adam say and put her head back on the bed, blinking up at the ceiling.

"Okay. Be there in a minute." She declared, and could sense the hesitation from the person from behind the door, before Adam quietly left the hallway. She sighed before sitting up and pulling her hair up in a ponytail and wiping away her tears; trying to look somewhat decent and thankful that she wasn't wearing any mascara as she hadn't bothered with putting it on that morning.

She stood up and walked over to her door, opening it and slowly walking down to the lab. She silently entered the room where several anxious and worried members of her family resided. They all glanced up at her when she walked in, but none said a word. She bit her lip.

This was it.

They were all about to find out what their future held...

Adam nervously rubbed his hands together in front of him, as he, Bree, Leo, Tasha and Mr. Davenport all stood anxiously in the lab. At the present moment, they were all waiting on Douglas to come out and deliver the news to them.

Adam felt that he should be more excited or even more nervous, but at this point he only found himself to be...numb.

That's all he felt. Without his little brother, how was he supposed to feel?

He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts, when the door to the infirmary opened and Douglas stepped out closing the door behind him. Adam was nearly angry with the way Douglas's face was set into a blank yet firm expression, because was that good or bad? He sighed and shook his head lightly.

"Don't get your hopes up," He stated quietly before gesturing for everyone to enter the room. Adam frowned, and followed Bree who followed all of the others; excluding Douglas, into the room. Several gasps could be heard from in front of him, including Bree who nearly caused him to walk right into her.

Once he walked into the room, he saw for himself what they were all so shocked by; it was Chase, lying on a hospital bed, hooked up to several different monitors. But the shocking part...was that the heart monitor was beeping.

He was alive.

Chase...his baby brother who had just been dead, was alive and breathing.

Despite Douglas's earlier warnings, Adam felt his hopes surge to an all new level. He finally was able to feel again. Douglas walked in behind them, closing the door. What sounded like a sob of relief was heard from in front of him as Bree all but ran over to Chase's side.

"He-he's alive!" She exclaimed in awe and joy. She looked up at them, and while the others all rushed over to his side, Adam just stood there; completely dumbfounded. He couldn't believe this. This couldn't be real, could it? Donald glanced up at Douglas, the smile wiping off of his face at the expression on Douglas's face.

"Okay...what's the catch?" He asked quietly; voicing Adam's thoughts. Douglas sighed.

"He's in a coma." Douglas delivered the truth, no beating around the bush or anything, and Adam felt his heart twist. Chase was...in a coma? "I told you that there would be some complications and difficulties, and boy was there ever. If, and that's a big if, he wakes up...he'll most likely never be the same. There was some brain damage done. I'm sorry, I did the best that I could." Douglas explained and Donald smiled as he brought Douglas into a hug.

"Thank you, Douglas. Thank you for bringing him back." Donald said as he pulled apart and Douglas nodded with a small, sad smile.

"So you're not mad that I couldn't bring him back entirely?" He questioned nervously and Bree scoffed.

"How could we possibly be mad? You brought our baby brother back. Because of you, he's alive. So, thank you, Douglas. Thank you so much." She said and for the first time in a long time, Adam felt a smile grow on his lips as he reached his comatose brother's side. Even though his skin was pale, and his chest was moving slowly, it was still moving. Chase's heart was still beating.

He was alive.

And for the first time in he didn't know how long, he felt tears of joy build in his eyes at the sight.

So, yeah, there ya' have it! ;) By the way, I've been having issues with my e-mails, and it's been glitching a lot, so if you've like sent me a PM or reviewed and it never got replied to, it's because of that. So, please try and let me know if that's been a problem! Until next time (which hopefully won't be until the next year! XD)! *sends cyber hugs to all of you wonderful people*