What's that? A new chapter for The Youngest Protector!? YAY! I know that you guys have all been waiting very patiently for this, and I hope that it meets your guy's standards. ;) I had to take a bit of a break from fanfiction, because life was just getting all up in my face. But I've tried to do a bunch of stories and post them to make up for it, so keep an eye out for that. ;) And there will be more Lab rats ones; trust me. ;) Now enough mindless blabbering; onto the story!

Disclaimer: I own no part of this. That's right; I'm too tired to come up with something funny...

Leo was the first one to actually visit Chase and spend time with him.

It was the second day after Chase's 'reincarnation', as Leo called it to simplify it, and so far he had been the only one to work up the nerve to visit him.

It was tough, you know?

The day of his resurrection was filled with excitement, because there brother was alive. But then that excitement began to wear off the first day as the sinking dread that he may never wake up began to fill them.

And even if he does...he will never be fully the same.

Leo didn't want to think about what that could mean. He didn't want to think about how he was upstairs watching TV and playing video games, while his comatose brother lies down in the lab, alone and mentally broken all while he was unconscious.

So perhaps, Leo was visiting his brother out of guilt, or a sense of duty. Since nobody else seemed to be daring enough to do so.

He cautiously walks down to the lab, jumping when he accidentally bumps a table, causing an overly loud crashing sound in the otherwise eerily quiet lab. He moves towards Chase's room, trying to stop his heart from racing.

What was wrong with him?

He was just visiting his brother. His comatose, possibly brain-dead brother.

He shudders subconsciously, shaking it off as he enters the room and sees the still form lying on the bed; monitors hooked up to him from every single angel and direction possible. Leo felt an uncontrollable anger build inside of him at the sight.

Part of him almost wanted to rip them out, even though the sensible side of him told him 'no'.

Chase needed those.

Maybe that was the root of his anger. The fact that Chase did even need them in the first place.

He couldn't help his anger, heck, he didn't even know why he was angry. He should be happy. Chase was alive. Even though he's in a coma destined to never wake up, or ever fully be there.

He wants to blame Adam and Bree. Wants to yell at them, wants to know what happened. Yet at the same time, he wants to pull them into a hug when he sees their faces, wants to reassure them that it's alright.

Chase is alive now.

But he also doesn't want to know what happened on the mission. He shudders involuntarily when he thinks about what had to have happened in order to take down a bionic superhuman. It couldn't have been pleasant.

But deep down, part of him scarily wonders, what would have happened if they all would have died?

If when he and Big D. had arrived at the scene, they would have found nothing but three corpses of his siblings?

He swallows thickly as he takes a seat next to Chase's bed, listening to the almost soothing sound of the heart monitors. He closes his eyes and wills himself to forget.

Forget everything that has happened. Pretend that life is normal again, and that everyone is alive and well. But he can't actually get himself to believe that, knowing that if he ever fell for something like that, he would be too devastated when he came back to reality.

So he looks at Chase's slowly moving chest, and his pale face, and pleads to any God out there. Please bring him back, he asks, we need him. The family just isn't the same without him. But he hears no reply.

And for once, Leo feels his hope dwindling, knowing that if Chase doesn't wake up soon, nothing will ever be the same.

Tasha visits him the next day.

And she's the second one to do so.

She's walking out from the elevator, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for what she's about to do. Is she even ready? She wonders. But she knows the answer. How can anybody ever be ready to visit their comatose son?

She walks through the lab, her heels clicking on the tile floor, giving her an eery feeling inside. She never liked being down here. Especially by herself. Especially when she had never heard it so quiet before.

Chase is down here, she tells herself, but it brings her little to no comfort.

She lifts her chin and straightens her spine, her mind determined on one goal; visit Chase. She pauses at the doorway, steeling herself as she inhales a breath, before opening the door, not being able to stop the almost inaudible gasp that escapes past her lips. Tears well up in her eyes at the horrible sight.

Reality sinks in with it's vicious and unrelenting teeth, gnawing at her stomach until it makes her feel sick. She walks quietly, slowly towards the bed, sitting down in the chair next to it. It shouldn't be like this, she thinks distantly, he shouldn't be like this.

This family shouldn't be in this position.

Her son was in a coma.

Her only regret is that she never got to know him, truly, for who he was. She never got the chance to be a mother to him. Even though, it's not exactly like she tried. She mentally scolds herself for thinking like that, as if she will never get the chance to even do it anymore. To think in the past tense.

Even though a part of her believed that she wasn't exactly wrong for thinking like that. As she looks at the heart monitor, one of the only things telling her that he was actually alive, she regrets not spending more time with her.

Was this some kind of sick and twisted lesson for her to spend more time with her children, and appreciate them more?

She suddenly feels even sicker realizing that it took one of her sons to die and be in a coma to even realize how fragile life is, and how she needs to appreciate more. She sighs, not even knowing what to say to Chase.

So she doesn't say anything, after all, that's how their relationship worked. Silent comfort was all Chase ever needed. So she sits there, silently offering her solace to him, praying that she could give it to him.

But knowing that she never could give him what he needed.

Regret.

It's the only word in Donald's mind as he's the next to visit Chase.

He regrets ever yelling at Chase, or ever saying anything harsh to him. He regrets not being near enough of a father to him. He regrets not spending enough time with his children. He regrets not being in there life enough. He regrets every mistake he ever made with his children.

He can feel the tears pricking at the back of his eyes as he takes in the sight of comatose son. He hates this feeling. This feeling of helplessness. The dreadful feeling that if Chase ever wakes up he'll most likely be brain dead.

The father side of him hopes and prays for Chase to wake up, for him to be better, but the scientist side of him knows that they should have just left Chase dead, and end it all right now.

Because in the end they might have to anyway. He shudders involuntarily, feeling awful for ever thinking such a thing, and wondering briefly if it makes him a bad person for almost not wanting Chase to wake up.

He fears that things will just be harder afterwards for everyone. He places his hand on the cold, overly white and limp hand on the bed, feeling absolutely miserable. He doesn't want Chase to die, but he knows that it would most likely be for the best.

He might still be fine, the back of his brain whispers hopefully, but he swallows hard and shakes his head in dread. He feels the need to apologize, yet he also feels the need to tell Chase how much he love shim, even though he's certain that Chase can't hear him, but he just can't seem to bring himself to speak.

So he settles for a simple squeeze of the hand, trying hard not to think about how it doesn't return the gesture, and walks out of the room. Regrets will always haunt Donald.

And he knows that he can never make up for them.

Douglas is next.

This whole thing is uncomfortable for him, but he feels such a strong connection with the kid that he can't seem to stop himself from visiting Chase. Knowing that he will forever regret not doing it.

He sits down in the chair next to him, sitting there for several minutes, silent and pondering.

This kid reminds Douglas so much of himself that it's nearly painful. Chase has even got Douglas's looks. Their similar in such deep ways, that it's startling to Douglas sometimes to separate the differences.

Chase didn't turn evil, a voice in his mind tells him, and Douglas can't help but feel a bit of pride for the kid.

Chase had the determination to not turn evil, unlike Douglas had.

He can't bring himself to even look at the kid right now, knowing that he was the one who had put him into this position.

Douglas had created Krane. Douglas had been the one to keep Chase alive, and even though that gave him a fighting chance, Douglas knew that he didn't have much of a chance. And right now his efforts seem to have only prolonged everyone's, especially Chase's, misery. Douglas wasn't one to cry when he was upset.

No, instead he got angry.

Or he would work on a new project and forget everything that had put him into that position. But right now...he didn't know how to feel. He wasn't angry, or sad, yet he didn't have the energy to do anything to take his mind off of it. He had made a mistake, he believes, by keeping Chase alive.

He shouldn't have done it.

He hates thinking it, but he's not one for thinking in emotional ways.

He doesn't follow his heart. He uses his mind. So why did he bring Chase back when he knew that he absolutely should not have? He thought from a scientist's way of thinking. So how he had managed to do that still troubled him. But he knows one thing for sure.

He had made some mistakes.

And they were ones that he would never be able to fix.

It took Bree four days to visit Chase.

She just couldn't...do it.

Couldn't bring herself to see her younger brother lying there, so...lifeless.

He didn't deserve this. She believed that she did. She should be the one that was lying there, the one who had died, the one who had sacrificed their life for their siblings. Every time she sees him, her chest tightens and her heart races, because he just looks too much like he did when he was...dead.

At first, when Douglas had brought him back, she had been ecstatic. She had been so joyous, with the naive hope that now...now everything could go back to the same. But she was wrong.

So very wrong.

She finds herself in the doorway of Chase's ''room', which the back of her mind wonders briefly is this will be the room that he takes his last breath in, but she shoves that down with more than enough force, and tries to make herself go inside the room.

But she just can't do it.

So she bolts.

She's running until she can't run anymore. She ends up at the beach, wondering how the heck she had gotten there. There are tears on her cheeks as she looks at all of the families on the beach, smiling and laughing and whole. She knows that she should do better for her little brother.

She should at least go inside of the room, for God's sake, but she just can't seem to bring herself to do it.

Not that she didn't try.

But seeing Chase like that...seeing all of the machines that are keeping him alive, because she wanted Douglas to do this, it would make the situation all too real. The guilt would become all too overwhelming.

She already suffered from the guilt of losing him, but now she was suffering from bringing him back. She feels as if she's just prolonged everyone's misery. Keeping Chase from reaching his final resting place. Just because she couldn't let go. She still can't. And as Bree runs back to the mansion, she knows that she'll never be able to let go.

She wonders briefly, as she walks to the door, tears gone from running, what Chase would say.

He'd probably say that it wasn't her fault. It had been his decision.

But she had been the one he'd made the decision for, and the only thing in return that she did, instead of letting him go to his place of resting, and peace, she's prolonged his own personal hell...

Adam was the last.

No matter what he did, he just couldn't bring himself to go into that same room where his brother lies brother that had given up his own life for Adam and Bree. The brother that never deserved any pain or teasing ever.

The brother that Adam loved but never got the chance to tell him because he had taken too long. The brother that Adam had disappointed. He had disappointed his little brother.

Heck, he had disappointed his whole family right now by letting Chase die. Adam was the oldest, he should have taken the responsibility. He should have been the one to sacrifice himself, not Chase.

So he feels that it's his duty to go and visit Chase, not that he doesn't want to...but if he's honest with himself, he really doesn't.

Because Adam, usually naive and optimistic, knows that this time...this time their family won't ever be all right again. Even if they get Chase back, he's not going to be the same.

And it's hard for Adam to fathom. One moment he and his brother were joking around, and the next Chase is...dead. He wishes that's the way it would have gone, though. He wishes that his brother's last thoughts and moments with him were pleasant and joyous.

Instead, Adam couldn't even stand up for his little brother from bullies. And he had super strength.

Talk about a failure as a big brother.

He would never, ever do that with Leo and Bree. He would do everything that he possibly could to make it better. But it was too late to save Chase.

Too late to not disappoint him. So he forces him self to step into that room, and sit in that seat, even though he can't even bring himself to look at Chase right now.

It would just be too hard.

So he focuses on a tile on the floor that's just a little out of place, and is soothed by the sound of Chase's breathing. But his temporary state of calmness, was dissipated almost as fast as it came, when suddenly Chase's breathing picked up and the heart monitor's shrill beeping filled the room.

Breaking out of his shock fro a moment, he ran to the door and yelled for Mr. Davenport. He immediately ran back to Chase's side, momentarily forgetting about any previous thoughts, and distantly heard Mr. Davenport's rapid footsteps on the tile floor.

"What's going on?" Donald asked, worry lacing his tone.

"I-I don't know, one moment he was just lying there and then the n-next-" His voice cut off as he gestured towards Chase. Mr. Davenport immediately started checking the wires and monitors, stopping after a couple of moments, his face filled with shock as he took a step back.

"Adam..." He began, voice trailing off.

"What? What's happening!?" Adam demanded, voice impatient as his heart raced wildly. Donald looked up, face still induced with shock, showing no other emotions. Little did Adam know what his next words would mean.

"He's waking up..."

Hahahahaha...I'm so evil. ;P Hang in there guys, it'll be here sooner than ya' know it! ;)