Author's Note: I haven't updated for some time now…and I have an excuse…I've been terribly sick and haven't been able to write until now. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats
Warning(s): same as always

Chapter nineteen: This Isn't About Us

Chase's P.O.V.

I hear the shocked gasps in the background from Janelle and Owen. Immediately I feel guilty because I exposed our bionics. At least mine, and who in their right mind would want to date someone with a freak as a sibling? And then-
I hear the panicked cries.
"Chase!"
"Chase take down this force field!" Mr. Davenport shouts concerned.
'Now he worries,' Spike scoffs.
'Leave! I told you I wasn't letting you out!' I mentally screamed.

'You can't be serious? I mean what's the point? Owen and Janelle already know,' he sighs exasperated.

'Just stop this, it hurts, I can't breathe, please,' I beg struggling.

'Of course you can't. You're slowly killing yourself,' he states matter-of-factly.

'W-what?'

'The stress combined with the suppressing of your energy, and your Comando App, is taking its toll on you. You are using all you energy and strength on me and that is decreasing you own abilities, affecting not only your bionics but your body as well, thus you are killing yourself,' he summarizes.

My eyes shoot open at that. My force field automatically opens to let Adam pass without my consent. I whimper in agony.

"Chase," Adam whispers lovingly.

"Adam," I respond tiredly.

He gathers me in his strong arms. I feel my force field completely vanishing as my body relaxes onto Adam for support.

"We're going home," he whispers.

"Sorry," I mutter tiredly.

"Ssh I know," he smiles sadly.

"I don't want us to be apart," I sniffle.

"We won't be, I promise," he replies.

Trusting him I fall asleep in his arms as he carries me home.

xoxoxo

I hear the muffled voices outside my room.
"Adam?" I call groggily.
"Hey love," he replies walking back in my dim lit room.
I smile slightly at the endearment.
"Still tired?" He asks with a bit of concern lacing his tired voice.
"Just a bit...Mr...What about Mr. Davenport?" I ask afraid of the answer.
"He's...not in the best mood," he answers lightly.
"What is he going to do?"
"Chase don't worry about that right now," he soothes.
"Adam, he can send us away...for all we know he can get us apart," I whisper solemnly.
I can hear him sigh as he walks out my room. I stare blankly at his back.

Adam's P.O.V.

"...He doesn't know," I speak softly almost regretting leaving Chase alone.
Mr. Davenport turns to face me a bit.
"Good," is all he says before ignoring me, again.
"I don't need to take this crap," I hiss angrily.

I can't take his ignorant selfish self! It infuriates me that he can be so calm.

"This isn't about you," he replies after a moment's silence.
"Is this about Chase and the fact that he is with me?"
"Adam, please not now," Mr. Davenport sighs.
"No. Don't give me this bull crap. Mr. D I know. I know I'm not the smartest and I'm not the best choice for an amazing guy like Chase. I myself wonder what the hell he sees in me. And then I look into those beautiful hazel eyes and see all the love and need. Yeah I'm strong. I'm Muscle and Bree's Hustle but Chase can't be 'Flash Glue' forever," I finally voice my pent up anger.

"I'm proud of Chase!" he argues.

"Well not enough! And you don't show it, you know he often wonders even now!" I growl.

Mr. D stares at me in utter shock.

"I love Chase," I whisper.

"Adam-"

"And according to what I see Chase loves me too," I continue.

He takes a deep breath, "this is for the best."

I stare at him, my turn to be shocked.

"I confess you…I admitted my weakness. I told you everything I've felt…and you still want to tear us apart?" I ask hurt.

"Like I said…this isn't about you," he repeats.

"I thought I knew you better…I thought that maybe…maybe you would understand," I mumble.

"Chase had been near death once too many now…I'm afraid you are a distraction to him and he's to you. I'm sorry Adam but you have to consider that you both are not normal, you are bionic. This is what is best and it is my final say, with time you'll get over this petty love," he responds sternly.

"You cannot keep us apart…I won't allow it…if you do you're certain to lose both of us," I whisper brokenly barely audible.

"Did you say something?" he turns to face me once more.

"Nothing," I answer.

"Alright," he dismisses.

I look at him one last time and head back to Chase's room.

Chase's P.O.V.

I followed Adam shortly after he left groaning in a bit of pain. I listened intently at his conversation with Mr. Davenport. My eyes swell with unshed tears as Adam just agrees to what Mr. Davenport's just said. As they finish I rush to my room before I get caught.

"Chase," Adam smiles sadly.

I hold my breath.

"We need to talk," he begins.

"Okay," I nod.

"Chase…I think if this continues then we should-"

"Break up," I finish for him.

"What?" he asks confused.

"I…I heard you and Mr. Davenport…and I get it…You 'love' me but you won't go against Mr. Davenport. I don't expect you too and maybe he is right. Maybe this is just a phase," I shrug.

"Chase what are you talking about?"

"I'm not good enough for you and we're distracting one another. If you can't defend our proclaimed love then I understand…it just isn't enough," I say emotionless.

Adam stares at me wide eyed. I open the door and wait by it expectantly.

"It's over?" he asks hoarsely.

I look at his sadden eyes with my emotionless and nod. He stands in front of me. He leans in to kiss me and I let him. It was just a small peck and I can tell he was refraining from going far.

"If this is what you want," he begins.

"I do," I interrupt.

He nods in understanding and walks out the door. Out my life.