Hey guys! I'm back again! Sorry for the long, long wait, I've just been insanely busy recently.

I would like to thank everyone for the amount of support that I've gotten for the first chapter. I know that I didn't say much and no one really knows what in the world is going on, but don't worry, it won't be long before it all starts to make sense.

Quick note to Dirtkid123, I'm glad that I have created a non canon ship that you support! I'm not a huge fan of OC's myself, so I'm glad that you like Cleo! I aim to please! ;)

I would also like to say that this whole story is going to be from Chase's POV, so I'm going to drop the POV notifications at the beginning of the chapters. This is also written slightly differently than the first chapter, but it'll stay this way for the rest of the story, so there will be no more skipping around.

Anyway, enough off my drabble, on with the chapter!

End of Last Chapter:

But all the pain and heartbreak had ended up worth it, as after gathering the courage for at least two weeks, and getting her parents blessing, she had agreed to marry me. We have now been married for three years and she is six months pregnant. Never before have I been so happy, so at peace with my life.

" I Love you Cleo." I muttered, leaning down and kissing the top of her head before getting out of bed and heading downstairs, it was time to start another day.

This Chapter:

The Empty Room

As Chase walked down the hall, he couldn't help but stop at the entrance to the only other room on the floor. Taking a deep breath in, he opened the door and stepped inside. The walls had been painted the color of fading lilac and black pieces of furniture were positioned with care. Covering the wide window was a pair of magenta curtains and the carpet was a delicate shade of white.

As Chase scanned the room, he couldn't help but smile. The day he and Cleo had put this room together was a memorable one. They had spent weeks looking around for furniture and paint colors, never seeming to be able to settle on one idea. They were about to give up hope when he remembered that his sister had become a interior designer. When he had finally gathered the courage to call her, she had agreed in an instant to go shopping with them. And just like that, the pain and stress of the decision vanished. The next part was easy, painting and decorating. It had taken them a total of four days to paint the room. Looking back now, Chase did realize that they probably could've gone quicker, but Cleo had started a paint war that caused them to need more paint. Not that he had a grudge against her for that or anything, because even though they need to go and get more paint, it had been fun. He was also kind of glad that they had worn some of there older clothes, because they were now paint splattered and completely stained.

Shaking his head slightly as he smiled at the memory, Chase turned back around and was about to walk out of the room when he noticed his wife standing at the door. "What are you doing up so early? The alarm dosen't of off for another thirty minutes." He said, walking forward slowly and kissing Cleo's head as he hugged her.

"You must of been daydreaming for a while now Chasey, the alarm went off ten minutes ago." She muttered into his chest.

"Shoot, I better get ready then, I can't be late to work, you know how the boss gets."

Chase muttered quietly, pulling away reluctantly, not wanting to leave the warm embrace of his wife.

"Fine, leave me then, it's not as if I care about your job or anything." Cleo joked, punching his shoulder lightly. Chase just faked scowled in return and rubbed his arm in false pain before kissing her cheek and walking out of the room.

After padding quietly down the carpeted stairs, Chase headed off into the kitchen where he made a quick bowl of oatmeal and a mug of coffee. After he had eaten the oatmeal and downed the hot drink, he ran upstairs, changed from his pajama into jeans and a striped t-shirt before going back down stairs and tugging his shoes on. "See you later Cleo, love you." He called while grabbing his keys off of the table and heading out the door, an echo saying see you later following him.

The drive to work was short and uneventful and soon he was parking the car in a space. After opening the door, gently shutting it, and making sure the car was properly locked, Chase pulled a key card out of his pocket and swiped it through the barcode. After entering a long password and putting his hand on a scanner, the door clicked open, revealing a huge empty and dark wearhouse. "So I wasn't going to be late." Chase muttered, flicking on a lightswitch that resided by the door before walking toward his 'office' that was toward the back of the massive place. As he walked down the long empty room, the lights flicked on around him, making it look like a dramatic scene from an action movie. Reaching the end of the hallway, he reached his arm out and started to feel along the smooth wall, humming a soft tune as he ran his hand over the wall. After several minutes of looking, he found the pressure pad. Smiling slightly, he pushed it. A light binging sound came from the wall, three short one long, for thirty seconds until a shrill, high pitched sound started, making Chase cover his ears and groan as his bionic hearing activated, making the sound much much worse. Seeming satisfied with his reaction, the sound shut off and a crack appeared in the wall. The crack grew bigger and bigger until a section of the wall fell away to reveal a waiting elevator. Grumbling slightly at the pain residing in his ears, Chase stepped inside of the elevator and placed his hand on the cold metal where the control panel should be. As he waited for his hand to finish scanning, Chase looked around the empty elevator and decided that they could do with repainting it, as the paint was starting to peel. With a peppy ding, the elevator doors slid shut and it started to move down, the air getting slightly cooler the further down in moved. After what seemed like a century, the elevator stopped and the doors bingged open, revealing another pitch black room. Muttering about late bosses and yelling pigs, Chase was about to flip on the light when he came up with an idea. Already knowing how much trouble he was going to be in for this, he activated his thermal scan and started making his way to his small office, making sure not to bump into anything. It was a long and treacherous journey to the small office in the back of the big room, but soon, Chase was there. Glad that he didn't break anything on the way there, he opened the door and flicked on the light, squinting slightly after being the dark for so long.

Grinning to himself silently, he closed the door, drew the blinds then opened the filing cabinet that was next to his desk. His boss always hated doing paper work, so that job always fell to Chase to do by himself. He had been checking the numbers and figures that were written down for half an hour when a deep hollow clang ran through the room, reaching his overly sensitive ears. Chase tried to fight the grin that was trying to appear on his face, but it was no use, he couldn't stop it. He fought as hard as he could to keep working and to not laugh, but as soon as his boss, Mr. Davenport of C.D Davenport Industries, bust into the office cursing him and calling him the biggest jerk that he had ever employed, Chase let his laughter burst forth, realizing in that moment that he had the best life ever.

I'm not foreshadowing at all! I have no idea what you guys are talking about! That last part is not hinting about anything that might go on later in the story at all. Well, if you read the summary then you'll probably have some idea about what's going to go down, but that's for another chapter!

Anyway, enough ramble, you probably want to either move on or close the tab, depending on whether or not I've posted the next chapter or not yet... UGH! I'm rambling again!

See you guys next chapter!

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