Hey guys!
Jesus christ though, I'm so sorry that it's been a long long time since I've updated. I feel really really bad about it. It's just that I've been suffering through the worst writers block that I've ever experienced (in the process wrote another story that wasn't giving me writer's block, if you want to go and check it out, it's called In the Black, Away from the World) and my mom has been on a very rickety rollercoaster lately.
I also hope that even though the show it now over, people will still keep writing fanfictions. I know that I will!
Oh! A quick note. I know that a lot of these have been reflective chapters, this one will kind of be to, and I feel kind of bad about that. I know that memories can get kind of boring, and that it is the last thing you want to read, but this is the one way that I can write this story and have it make sense. I promise that the next chapters after this will be a lot more interesting, as these first couple are really still setting it up. I again apologize, and I thank anyone who is sticking with me!
Anyway, enough of my useless chatter, you guys are probably sick of it anyway, on with the chapter!
End of last chapter:
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.
This chapter:
The Burning Room:
*3rd person POV*
There were faint crackling and popping sound to be heard throughout the house. It was such a soft sound, so soft in fact that onone hear it. Well, all but one. In a room not far from her parents and laying in a small crib was a small baby. The popping sound got slightly louder and the baby slightly rolled her weak body toward the sound. She had only been alive six months, and was to weak to do anything but roll slightly. Ever since birth, she'd been a quiet baby and didn't tend to say anything. It worried her parents, but no matter how hard they tried, she never uttered a sound.
The sound grew louder still, and the room seemed to be getting steadily hotter. The small child started to kick her small legs slightly, and tried once again to turn toward the sound, but still couldn't see anything. She was struggling against her small muscles, and was losing the fight.
Over in the next room, the popping had grown loud enough to activate bionic hearing. He slowly sat up in his bed and listened, trying to find where the sound was coming from. After a minute of listening and finding nothing, he was about to go back to sleep and pass it off as a malfunction, when he caught the sound of soft squealing. It was coming from his precious baby's room. Shooting up like a rocket, he sprinted out of bed, down the small hallway, and pushed open the door. What he saw however, made him stop in his tracks. In the middle of the room was a fire burning bright. It had already scorched half of the walls and was heading toward his child. Ever since he had banged the door open, the fire seemed to be moving faster, and with each passing second, it seemed to be getting closer and closer to the child lying in the cot.
Before he knew what was happening, his body had lunged forward and was heading toward the crib. He was centimeters from the cot when he seemed to hit some kind of forcefield. The force field blasted him into the wall, which he hit with a hard smack. Groaning with pain, he watched as the fire rushed toward his baby, passing through the forcefield with ease and grabbing the child with burning fingers. He had to look away from the child as it screamed with pain. As quickly as it started, the fire was gone and his child was burnt to a crisp.
He had just risen to his feet, tears in his eyes, and was about to stumble toward the child when a shriek came from the door. Stopping dead in his tracks, he pivoted on his heel and looked guilty at the door. "CHASE!" The figure screamed "WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE"
"The baby, she just started to burn, and no matter what I did, there was no way to get to her." He muttered out, tears streaming down his face
"WELL, I DON'T CARE. OUR CHILD IS DEAD AND THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN DO." Chase was about to walk toward his wife and comfort her, when the scene dissolved into white.
Chase awoke panting and covered with sweat. He quickly sat up and listened, satisfied when he didn't hear anything. After laying back down and taking deep breaths to calm his still racing heart, Chase turned on his side and took in the sight of his wife. She is easily the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen he thought as he studied her fact. After a while, his eyes traveled slightly down and took in the sight of her swollen belly. At the sight, he smiled slightly. She was due so soon, and he was more than happy to welcome a new member into their family.
Still smiling, he looped an arm around his wife's waist and pulled her close. He lay there for a while before sleep claimed him and he was plunged into the world of empty dreams.
With the light shining lazily through the windows and the birds chirping quietly outside, Chase slowly figured out that it was the next day. He smiled lazily at nothing after the realization that it was the weekend, which meant to work. After giving Cleo a quick kiss on the forehead, he got up and was about to head downstairs when a soft noise of pain came from the person he loved most. He whipped around, the memory of last night's dream still too fresh in his mind.
"What's wrong love?" He called out softly, walking back to the bed and kneeling down until they were eye to eye "Are you in pain?"
"Chase." She gasped out, reaching forward and grabbing his hand, squeezing hard "I think it's time."
"Okay baby, I'll go get the car ready. Do you want to change or stay as you are?" He asked, helping her sit up and swing her legs off of the bed.
"I think I'll just go like this." She smirked, looking down at her checkered sweatpants and blue Captain America t-shirt.
"Fine by me." Chase responded, smirking back at her. "Let me get the car onto the drive and then I'll help you."After leaving the room, he sprinted down the stairs, grabbed the keys off their hook, and backed onto the driveway. He took the keys out, knowing that the last thing they needed was the car stolen, and went back into the house. Taking the stairs two at a time, he entered the bedroom and over to the bed where Cleo was struggling to pull her shoes on. "Here, let me do it." He muttered, gently batting her hands away
"I hate feeling useless, you know what Chase." She responded, but then him do it anyway. She wasn't stupid, and knew that if he had left it up to her, then they might not make it in time.
After helping her down the stairs and into the car, Chase ran around to the drives side and backed off into the road. After checking both ways, he fully back off and started to drive toward the hospital "How you feelin' Cleo?" He asked, glancing her way and taking in the sight of the white knuckled grip she seemed to have on her seatbelt.
"I'm fine." She bit out "It's just a contraction, I'm not going to die." Although, the last bit seemed to be more directed to herself.
"Just tell me if it gets any worse? Okay?" He said, speeding up a tiny bit. After a second, Cleo gave a grunt in reply and that's all Chase needed. The rest of the drive was taken mostly in silence, apart from the occasional whimpers from Cleo. Finally, the hospital came into view, and each occupant of the car breathed a sigh of relief. "Almost there Cleo" he muttered, kissing her cheek before taking the keys out of the ignition, and running around to the side his wife was on.
He dragged her out of the car gently and lead her toward the entrance. The doors slid open, revealing a thankfully quiet waiting room. Chase led them toward the desk and smiled lightly at the nurse.
"How can I help you two?" She asked pleasantly smiling back at both of them
"Um, my wife has started to experience contractions." He replied, squeezing said wife's hand.
"Wonderful!" The nurse exclaimed. "It's always exciting to be having a baby. First or second" She added, pulling a clipboard and pen out the the draw next to her
"First." Cleo responded, starting to look slightly scarred.
"Lucky ducks! I remember my first child, it was possibly the best day of my life."
"Well, we are certainly looking forward to it."
"Good, good. Now, all you have to do is follow that doctor, and the rest will be easy! Good luck you to." The nurse said, pointing to the doctor that had just emerged from the depths of the hospital.
"Follow me please." The doctor said kindly before leading them toward a room. "This is where you're wife will be staying for the duration of her stay. I will give you a minute to put the gown on, and then I will be back to see how much time we have." With that, the doctor stepped into the hallway.
Cleo had just stood and stared at the gown for a minute before looking back at Chase with pleading eyes. "Of course I can help you." Chase muttered, kissing her forehead and leading her to the bed. After Cleo had been changed from her clothes and into the gown. The doctor came back in and eased her onto the bed.
What happened for the next few hours, Chase could never tell as everything was moving so quickly it hurt. However, what he did remember was going to be seared into his brain for the rest of his life. The time had come, and the doctors had taken the baby out, however, the baby had made no sound. In a quick rush of activity, the doctors had left the room, taking the baby with them. Chase and Cleo had sat there in a state of confusion until the doctor that had first lead them into the room came back.
"Mr and Mrs. Davenport, we are very sad to report this to you, as you seem like such a happy couple, but... your baby didn't make it."
Sorry guys, but I know nothing about childbirth, so that's why I had to skip through that part.
Anyway, thanks to anyone who is still with me after that massive break I took. I apologize again...
See you next chapter!
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