Firsts

BTRlover1122: Haha, yup Marcus is officially back. And here's how...

Guest: I agree, Marcus is back! And I love cute scenes like these. Oh and *hint hint* for this chapter. Though it's not official yet, I'll wait for everyone's opinion.

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Warning(s): Bullying, slash, mpreg, sexual content, language...etc.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats.

Chapter Thirteen: Deadman Walking

Marcus' P.O.V

I felt pain for a slit second and that was the first time I felt human. You know when people say you're supposed to see flashbacks? White or black?

My vision faded to black. Nothingness. It was like I was floating in air where there was no gravity or light. I heard screams though.

And a broken hoarse cry from Chase, "Marcus."

I opened my eyes to see him crying freely. His warm hand holding my robotic metallic one. My breathing was labored and I just...gave up.

I don't remember anything except for beeping machines. It was painful to breath but eventually it got better. Though no matter how hard I tried to wake up, I couldn't.

I lost track of time and everything and me.

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The memories of my family and I. My final moment. Pain. Blood. Tears.

Fights.

Hell.

War.

It felt like a nightmare. Like I was drowning without enough air to breathe.

I couldn't take it. It hurt more than dying but I wasn't going to give up. I was willing to fight for my life. But for that I had to give something up. Even something as precious as my memories. And finally my eyes opened.

I was hooked up to machines and in a capsule. A capsule way different from what I was used to. There was water everywhere! I had an oxygen mask and anesthetics. My eyes were blurry and they felt heavy. I tried blinking but it only worsened my sight.

The fluids, definitely not water, slowly drained. The glass door to the capsule opened and I took the opportunity to escape from the tight space. I ripped off the mask and accidentally pulled out the needles in my arms. I looked at my hand noticing flesh. Skin. Really fucking skin!

"What the..."

"Marcus?"

I looked up confused at a middle aged man. I back away slowly. Who was that man? I had asked myself. How does he know my name?

He took my hands in his and felt...warmth. I stared at his dark hazel eyes perplexed and shocked. From the remnants I remembered, I'm not human and I definitely shouldn't feel anything.

"Welcome back," he smiled.

He, who I later remembered as Douglas, explained everything. How I died and how sorry he was for what he did. I started to get pieces together from my past.

I remembered my brothers and how Chase was five months pregnant when I last saw him. When I gave my live for him. When I woke up he was close to his due date.

I slowly got my memory back after a few weeks and went to visit my newborn niece before leaving with my dad. The dad that I wished I had. I no longer felt like a deadman walking.

After disappearing though, things went downhill. My health started declining and I relapsed. I shut off until Donald helped Douglas. At this time my dad was already living with them. I missed so much.

Then they managed to not only get me running again, but also gave me sixteen more years to live. Although I basically lost one.

But I'm grateful because now I'm here. I'm with my family. Where I'm supposed to be.

Leo's P.O.V

I walk into the living room livid. I'm pissed. Angry. Furious even. Nothing can calm me down and in my fit of rage I break the door from its hinges. Not caring I toss it to the side.

Today was the worst day of my life. Trent was being a dick. Perry was pestering. And I...I broke up with Janelle. Everything that happens to her is just somehow because of me.

I final had enough of her whining. For once I want someone who's here for me. I'm tired of chasing after her. It's pointless and it was a waste of my time. She moved on and I couldn't just be like a deadman walking, lost.

I just wished everything could've been different. Deep down I know it wasn't going to change. I knew this is for the best. Even my grandma knew she wasn't the right one for me. I'm glad she was right.

I stop dead in my tracks when I see him.

The one that's been plaguing my dreams. Marcus. He's alive!

Without thinking I run up to him and give him a hug nearly crushing him with my new bionic arm. I keep on forgetting that I have bionics. It's almost amazing. But not as amazing as Marcus's sea green eyes. They're so...lively. Happy even.

"Whoa, someone's been working out," he chuckles.

And the sound is...mellifluous. Sweet and smooth.

"You're alive!" I smile.

He smiles back just as brightly. I didn't know why I hated him before. After he gave up his life for Chase...I just...I just saw him in a different light. I see him for who he is.

I talked for hours with Chase about Marcus after his "death."

We laughed and cried at the painful memories and now... he is back.

He's here. Right now. In front of me. And I wonder if Chase knows.

"Yeah I have," I reply flexing.

He laughs and pulls me into a warm hug. And it's strange. Before he felt cold and hard. Like the robot he was. But now, now he just feels human.

That's when I smell it. I scrunch up my nose and huff. He smiles sheepishly and shows me his shoes. I arch an eyebrow questioningly.

"Chase got sick," he shrugs.

He just answered my question but soon I'm filled with concern.

"Is he okay? Is he sick?" I demand.

"He's fine. Adam left with him a while ago," he answers.

I breathe a sigh of relief and nod. We both go change and soon come back down in pjs. He picks a movie while I make popcorn. We catch up on the time lost. It feels nice. It feels like our family is complete. Like I'm complete.