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Warning(s): same as always and technically you've been warned to what this would lead to.
Chapter Twenty-three: Results
Chase's P.O.V.
Though I felt relief when the doors opened to distract me it didn't help much as I stared down at the results. And then my eyes went straight to none other than Davenport and Adam. Owen stood up in lightning speed ready to bolt for the door if there's a need.
"Chase?" Davenport asked surprised, "Owen?"
"Hi Mr. Davenport," Owen waves timidly.
His sketch book forgot along with the evidence of the test.
"What are you two doing here?" he squeaks nervously at the intruder in his secret lab.
"I…Umm," I began shocked.
"I was walking with Chase and we mended things and then he said he was sick so I brought him back…and now we're here," Owen explains way too fast.
"Chase? Are you alright?" Adam speaks for the first time.
I look at him with big doe eyes caught in headlights.
"Chase?" Davenport calls too.
I take a step backward as Davenport takes one toward me. He stops in his tracks and beckons Adam to calm me.
"What's wrong?" he soothes.
"W-what…are you d-doing?" I ask.
"Davenport is giving us permission to date," he whispers in my ear as he wraps his arms around me.
"He is? I mean you are?" I ask.
"Like I said, I'm not thrilled but yes…I can attempt to accept this relationship," he nods.
I felt like the whole weight of the world was just lifted up from my shoulders. Almost the whole weight. Almost.
"Chase, are you feeling worse? I can always run a few tests," he offers kindly.
And then of course as my arms wrap around Adam that damn little white stick falls from my hand. Mr. Davenport stares at it then back at me. Owen looks as if he's about to jump in between should Davenport lose his marbles again. And Adam looks…confused…very, very confused.
"I'm no genius," Adam begins, "but I'm sure that's for girls."
"W-what's this?" Mr. Davenport asks taken aback.
"A pregnancy test?" I try to sound nonchalantly.
"Who's? Where's Bree?!" he asks.
My eyes widen at his worst case scenario conclusion. I look to my right and Owen has just turned a few shades paler if that's even possible.
"Bree's at school," Owen answers.
"You!" Mr. Davenport accuses.
"Ok not him!" I intervene.
"Then who?" he glares.
"Me!" I shout the obvious.
"You?" Adam and Mr. Davenport ask.
"Yes…It's…mine," I say timidly.
"Yours?"
"Why in the name-"
"That's where I come in sir," Owen interrupts.
He takes a deep breath and calms down a bit.
"I...I'm not sure for all we know it could be some joke," I reason.
"Chase, it's clearly positive," Mr. Davenport says resigned.
He picks up the test and holds it in his hands.
"It could be a...a t-tumor...there's other possibilities...and this could be a faulty product," I whisper.
"I suppose, come," he motions us to follow.
We do my hand in Adam's holding tightly until my knuckles turn white.
"It'll be alright," he whispers.
"He's finally coming around to us and this happens," I reply.
"Don't worry," he kisses my cheek.
"Lie down," he instructs.
I do as told and Adam stands to the side. Owen is by the door looking a bit guilty. I give him a small reassuring smile.
Mr. Davenport turns on a machine and tells me to lift up my shirt. I shudder when he puts a cold gel on my abdomen. He presses a rod and spreads the gel around. I hold my breath waiting for his verdict.
My eyes land on the screen and my breath catches again.
"How?" I ask.
He looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Two and a half months," he states.
"How could this even happen?"
"Ok I am so lost, too little words" Adam says.
I glare at him.
"What?"
"You idiot!" I shout.
Mr. Davenport sighs as we bicker.
"Wow gee Chase thanks for making me feel any less stupid," he yells back.
"Stop it!" Mr. Davenport screams.
"Mr. Daven-"
"As far as I am concerned two people are involved to make a baby," he turns to me.
I gulp.
"Adam," he begins.
It sounds like he's trying to explain where babies come from to a five year old. If we weren't in this predicament I would've laughed like I did five years ago.
"This is serious," Mr. Davenport says.
"I know but-"
"Adam…This isn't like those baby dolls you…destroyed back in the beginning," Mr. Davenport warns.
"In my defense Chase started it," he blames me.
"Oh so this is all my fault? Who couldn't keep his prick in his pants?" I ask angrily.
"Boys," he warns sternly.
"Sorry Mr. Davenport," we both apologize.
"Chase…ultimately this is your body so it's your finally say," he smiles sadly.
"If you think I'll terminate then think again Mr. Davenport…sure I will have to give up my normal life…not that I had one…and I'll have to put dreams on hold but…this is as much a part of Adam as it is me," I smile.
"Aww Chasey," he smiles back.
"Please refrain from showing your affection in front of me. I agreed to let you date but that's my only condition for now," he said quickly.
I break my stare from Adam and nod. After I clean myself and are standing I hug Mr. Davenport.
"Thank you," I whisper.
"I made a promise and I intend on keeping it," he replies before going back up stairs.
I turn to Owen and glare as I see him attempting, and failing, to keep his laughter at bay.
"Thanks," I mutter.
This sends him into laughter uncontained.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
"Where's your common knowledge now genius?" he asks through fits.
"Lucky you're Bree's boyfriend," I growl.
"Sure Chase," he grins.
He walks out and I assume goes straighten things with Mr. Davenport about our bionics. I smile briefly before feeling Adam embrace me from behind.
"I missed you," he said sadly.
"Missed you too…but it worked out," I attempt to cheer him up.
"In time because…" he trails off.
"Yeah…just in time…I do however wonder how in the world this happened," I mumble.
"Can't you, for once, accept something as precious as this?"
"Since when are you the wise man?"
"Chase?"
"I know…it's not intentional but I can't help it there has to be logic and science behind this," I explain stubbornly.
He lets go and the look he gives me makes me feel bad.
"Adam…"
"I know never mind, go rest we'll tell the others when they get home," he walks away.
"You can't possibly be mad," I yell after him.
"Yeah I can, if you don't remember you broke up with me and now you can't seriously take this as an experiment but it seems that to you it is," he hisses.
"I…no that's not… Okay firstly this was so we didn't have to give up the life we made here at Mission Creek High…And, and this," I motion to my stomach, "is not some experiment."
He doesn't turn or even spare a glance.
"I'm not your toy Chase…Mr. Davenport gave us a chance will you take it?" he asks.
Before I answer he walks out completely.