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

Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats.

Author's Note: I can't express how much I'm sorry for abandoning this fic half way through. So I'm sorry for almost dropping it and not updating. Thank you for those who reviewed or PM me or favorite it or read it. Don't worry I'll try to update at least once every 2 weeks (or 1 week). Thanks again and enjoy!

Chapter Fourteen: Family like No Other

Chase's P.O.V

I slept for a whole day and almost scared Adam to death when he couldn't wake me up. I still felt sluggish and tired even after sleeping for nearly 16 hours straight.

"Hey, look who's here to say hello," Adam smiles lovingly.

I make grabbing hands at my baby girl who stares at me with that adorable little face. She reciprocates with babbling baby nonsense probably demanding Adam to place her in my arms.

Adam gladly hands my baby girl to me and watches as I nuzzle her. A soft knowing smile is displayed on his face. I can't help but return it with my own. We share a private loving moment just between us two despite our little girl with us. He takes a seat beside me on the bed and brushes away my hair from my face. A small blush adorns my once pale cheeks.

"You don't feel warm," he notes.

"Were you secretly checking my temperature?" I ask amused.

"You're not the only one with other abilities," he smirks.

"So I've noticed," I smile.

He leans in and presses a gentle kiss on my forehead and wraps an arm around my waist. Audrey giggles as Adam makes silly faces. I hit his shoulder with my free hand as they play peek-a-boo.

"Where's the family?" I wonder aloud.

"Tasha is making you something light to eat. Leo is probably with Marcus watching movies again and Bree is with Owen. Big D and Douglas are in the lab," he informs.

"I'm surprised Leo isn't on a date with a Janelle," I muse.

Adam coughs and I glare at him. He's hiding something and I say as much.

"Nothing," he assures.

"What is it?" I ask determined.

"It isn't my business to tell," he replies.

I glare at him again and turn to ignore him. Instead I play with Audrey and try really hard to avoid his pleading gaze.

"Fine!" He sighs dramatically.

I hide my triumphant smirk in Audrey's little body causing her to giggle more.

"Leo and Janelle broke up," he shrugs.

"What!" I gasp.

"Well, he was tired of her whining and annoying attitude towards him. After getting bionics and experiencing everything we went through, he's matured and realized he doesn't want a girl that can't appreciate him," Adam explains.

"It's just shocking that after years of pinning for her…he just, you know, gave up," I whisper.

"I'm kind of glad. Aren't you?"

"In a way? Yes," I answer honestly.

That intrigues him and captures his attentions immediately.

"Why?" He asks curiously.

"It's just something… I can't explain it," I say.

"Hmm," he hums in understanding.

And I wonder if he truly does understand, maybe he does and I just didn't realize his discomfort toward her.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling sick again?" He worries.

"Nothing, I'm fine, can you just…take her?"

He gladly takes Audrey from my weak arms. A sudden wave of dizziness clouded my mind making my vision fuzzy and blurry. I feel warm callous hands push my shoulders down on the bed making me lie down.

"Are you sure you're alright? Do you need something? Anything?"

"I'm okay, promise," I lie.

He knows. He can practically feel when I lie to him and it doesn't help that I do it nonchalantly as if it's nothing. Sometimes I wonder how we're still standing strong and together. I look at him and I just I know why. He loves me so fiercely just like I love him back. It's almost suffocating.

"I'll be right back," he whispers.

I smile despite the ill feeling nagging at my insides. He knows exactly when I'm hurting and what I need. Like now, he lowered his voice because he knew a migraine is just on the surface of appearing. I watch helplessly as he takes away my baby and the door closes behind him while he walks away. Hating my weakness I decide to ignore the screams of protest my body makes when I try to at least sit up. Slowly and carefully I rise from my warm bed and swing my legs to the side so I can stand. Just as I stand another wave of dizziness assaults me but I pull through. I will not fall. I have to try.

I walk into the bathroom and splash water on my face. I grimace at the feeling of the days' grime on my body. I strip out of my clothes and look down as I take off Adam's sweats.

I can't help but stare perplexed at my body. The baby weight I had managed to lose nearly a month ago isn't completely gone. And I didn't expect it to disappear entirely. But I also didn't expect it to increase either. I place a tentative hand on the slight swell of my lower stomach where it curves. I gaze at it in wonder. It feels hard yet soft at the same time. The mass settled on my pelvis is familiar. I should be scared at the thoughts running wild in my head but I'm not.

My bionics don't even pick up on the fact that Adam is standing in the doorway leaning on the door frame. I don't realize the fond look on his face when he catches my hand on my belly.

"I'm sorry," he says gently snapping me out of my thoughts.

Yet I can't detect any sense or form of regret in his voice.

"I…I'm…" I gawk in utter shock.

His smile falters a bit as he nods in affirmation.

Marcus P.O.V

Today is my first day of class in Chase's school. No one knows that I'm bionic but students can only speculate as my last name is similar to that of Chase. I don't really care but their curious stares put me off. Especially when I'm alone in a school I know no one in. Everyone is too curious or too fearful to even have a decent conversation with me. Even the teachers try to avoid me like the plague.

I look at my schedule and at the tiny numbers labeled atop the doors. I look around but the halls are cleared and I finally decide to claim defeat. I'm lost.

I turn around in a 360 degree radius to look at my surroundings. I rush down the stair case realizing that the numbers were increasing the further I went up. I supposed my class was in the first floor seeing as it was 102. Yet something doesn't feel right.

I check the flimsy piece of paper in my hands one last time feeling aggravated.

"Excuse me," someone says from in front of me.

I jump at the sudden presence having not detected anyone before.

I look up to where the rich soothing voice came from. Before me stands an amazing looking boy around my age if not a bit older. His hair is a dark dusty brown and his eyes are a soft chocolate color.

"Lost are we?" He smirks.

I blush and nod embarrassed.

"You must be new since I haven't seen you around before," he says.

"I am," I inform.

He takes out his hand from where it was hidden in his pocket and offers it to me in greeting. I take it and feel a warm spark run from my hand up my arm and throughout my body. I'm lost in thought and suddenly I can't think clearly.

"Your class is down the hall," he points having taken my schedule without me noticing it.

I nod numbly but don't make a move. He chuckles and the sound is almost sweet. He grabs my hand again and we run down the hall. I try not to trip or make a fool of myself although it might be too late.

I can feel the perspiration on my hand wrapped in his.

We stop in front of a closed door with the designated number atop it matching the one on my schedule.

"I hope you have a wonderful day here at LAH," he whispers into my ear.

"Th-Thank you," I blush.

"You're welcome... Marcus," And he disappears just as fast as he came.

I stare at the empty space right where mystery boy stood before me. I really can't suppress the excitement at the possibility of seeing him again. I didn't even get his name. Yet he knows mine. I suddenly feel a bit depressed at the prospect of not seeing him again.

Sullenly I walk inside the classroom after a light knock at the door. I hand in my transcripts and everything to the teacher up front as soon as I apologized for interrupting their class and arriving late. The teacher just gives me a slightly warm smile and it's the first thing that actually doesn't make me feel like a freak.

He points at the desk near the open window letting the warm air in. The commencement of spring is just on the horizon as well as the start of new life for everything just around the corner. I feel calm despite the nervous feeling I once help not long ago. For the rest of the day I didn't pay attention although I probably should have. All I can think about was my new life with my family. I feel unstoppable and hopefully with a bit of wariness and fear. Yet I know we'll be alright because we're a family like no other and we're together.

This is something I never thought I'd have but now I do. Meeting that boy in the staircase made me want more. Crave more. Need more.

And for the first in forever I feel human again.

Soldier 3 (S-3)

I smile as I walk away from the perplexed boy in front of the closed door of his classroom. It feels almost exhilarating knowing that I can crush my opponents in any given day. But witnessing as one pretends to be human is almost too much. It just demonstrates how weak he really is. And Chase is just as bad if not worse. The day the jocks cornered him was priceless. Of course I wouldn't have let them hurt him. Not a lot considering it will be my job to either turn them to our side and dominate the world or eliminate him and the rest. However, I never expected to have met the Marcus Davenport.

It's comical how easy it'll be to destroy them. Especially now. Victor Krane will be so pleased to hear of me when I report back. The feelings of conquest and animosity that plague my thoughts melt though. I hate Davenport and the bionic kids he protects. I hate them all as the result of what Krane implanted in my system. It's in my being to hate them but I can't stop the gnawing feeling I have for that cute boy I just helped.

Marcus Davenport is alive. He's alive and something inside my chest is screaming at me not to hurt him but unlike him or any others, I am not weak. I will carry out my mission and end the family. Then I will live peacefully with my own bionic soldier siblings. Even though deep down I know what I'm doing is wrong.

My eyes glow a bright green and I temporarily lose control of my body as Krane's voice echoes in my head. It gives me an annoying headache as his raspy deep voice fills my brain. And I know that I can't falter, not for a second because this isn't me. I can't control who I am because I lost control a long time ago.

For now though, I'll go back home in the shitty apartment I manage to rent with the money I make working at a bar. Soon, all too soon for my liking if I'm being truthful.