Nicole0725: Don't worry Trent isn't off the hook.

RomanianBionicGal: Thanks

Sir RCCS: someone who's on the good side

Insecurity's Sanity: can't say

CosmicLoathe: Thank you very much I'm glad you like this so much.

MunkLover4Ever: I really don't like Trent either, thanks and I'd like to think that he's jealous of Adam and Chase being together. To be honest I don't know where it would've ended if he had continued...

KrisKat: He really is and can't say

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

Chapter Thirty-three: Butterfly Wings

Adam's P.O.V.

I shift in my usual seat for lunch in the cafeteria waiting for Chase to show up. Waiting is not my forte and soon I start to get impatient. All of the sudden I get a sharp pain in my chest and my mind is screaming at me to find Chase. I can feel his distress and knowing that something happened I'm out the room running to find him. After five minutes I let my instinct take over as I decide to make a right turn. In moments I'm immediately by his side on the school floor.

"Chase!" I call worriedly.

I place his head on my lap and shake his slumped shoulders lightly. He groans in clear pain and discomfort.

"Baby what's wrong? What happened?" I question.

His eyes flutter open and a bunch of emotions pass through. Fear. Pain. Hurt. Confusion.

"Our baby," he replies groggily.

His hand goes to his small baby bump and tears well in his eyes, slowly streaming down. My heart stops for a brief moment.

"What happened?" I ask firmly.

"I didn't want to...I was mad...he insulted you...he kissed m-me...and...and," he stammers.

"What?" I ask disbelievingly.

"Oh god he hurt the baby!" he sobs.

"Chasey, baby calm down," I plea concerned.

I hold him tighter and wait until his sobs are reduced to sniffles and hiccups.

"I was going to lunch," he starts in a small voice.

I place my hand on top of his rubbing his belly gently.

"I bumped into...Trent and he pinned me against the lockers. He...he k-kissed me but I bit him and pushed back...he got angry," Chase continues.

I feel anger rising inside me, just thinking of Trent touching my Chasey makes me want to beat the shit out of him.

"He hurt me...our baby," he whimpers softly.

"Ssh," I try and soothe.

"I c-can't f-feel him move."

"What?"

"I can't f-feel our baby move inside me," he replies brokenly.

"No," I breathe.

"It h-hurts," he mumbles.

His weak, panicked voice brings me back from my anger. I take out my phone and dial Mr. Davenport. As soon as he picks up I quickly explain the situation. As I shut my phone I focus back to Chase.

"It's going to be okay," I reassure.

"I can't feel him move," he cries.

I pick him up and instead of waiting for Mr. Davenport I run to our house with Chase in my arms. On the way out we get strange looks but I can't focus on anything other than Chase. Half way home I feel him bury his face into my chest trying to calm down.

"Adam?" He calls softly.

"Yeah?"

"I'm tired," he mumbles.

"Ssh baby stay with me," I respond.

"'m sleepy," he sighs tiredly.

"Don't baby, keep those beautiful eyes open," I urge.

"Can't," he moans painfully.

"We're almost there," I mutter mostly to myself.

As Mr. D grabs his coat and keys I burst in through the door. He looks at Chase who's close to unconsciousness, barely holding on. I look at him pleadingly. To save him. To save them. I follow him into our room since the lab is still being repaired. I gently place Chase down on our bed.

"Chase," he calls.

Chase responds with a groan.

"Hey buddy, I have to examine you now," he informs.

"My baby," he mutters tiredly. Completely exhausted.

My heart breaks a bit more.

"Adam, go to my office and get the new equipment by my desk," he orders.

I give Chase a quick kiss on the cheek. I leave and retrieve the said equipment. When I return I place the ultrasound machine down and return to Chase's side.

"Chasey," I whisper.

I brush his hair from his sweaty forehead.

"Mr. D," I call.

"I have to examine him and check okay?" He replies.

"Okay, fine," I agree.

He smiles sadly and begins prodding Chase. Chase opens those amazing hazel eyes and stares up at me. I stroke his hair away from his eyes and intertwine one of my hands together with his. His eyes are glassy and sad. When Mr. D probes the right side of his exposed swollen belly a hiss and groan escape.

"Does it hurt?" He asks.

I shoot him a 'duh' look as Chase nods.

"I'm going to check now since there's no blood," he says as he puts the cold gel on Chase's protruding stomach.

I hold my breath and Chase squeezes my hand. We both hear a fluttering sound coming from the machine almost like butterfly wings flapping.

"Is that...?" He trails off sounding afraid that if he says it everything will end all too soon.

"Yes, that's your baby's heartbeat," he smiles brightly.

A few tears escape from Chase and I sigh relieved.

"I-is it okay?" He asks quietly.

"I'd be lying if I said yes," he falters.

"W-what's wrong?" He inquires fearfully.

"The baby seems to be in distress...his heartbeat is...very weak," he whispers the last part.

"No," Chase cries.

"Chase calm down...it's bad for you and our baby," I reason quickly.

"Adam," he chokes.

I hug him tight ignoring the fact that our dad is observing us.

"Chase I'm not saying the baby won't make it," he replies.

"B-but-" he begins.

"It's a big possibility...I'm not saying you're out of danger. However, since there doesn't seem to be a hemorrhage the baby is fine...but you have to follow what I say," he explains.

Chase nods listening intently.

"Strict bed rest for at least a week," Mr. D says.

"No school?" I ask.

"For either of you," he adds.

"W-what else?" Chase wonders.

"No heavy lifting if it's anything strenuous," he answers.

"What about missions?" We both ask.

He glares at us and sighs almost regrettably, almost.

"Not while pregnant, sorry Chase," he apologizes.

Chase shakes his head, "if...if we make it I want my baby to be safe...can...can I start being home schooled?" He asks timidly.

"Chase," Mr. D starts.

"I don't want a repeat...I know that my baby is not totally saved right now but...b-but i-if..." he gulps.

"I understand...we'll talk later...rest okay?"

With that he leaves.

"What if...if he doesn't make it?" Chase breaks the silence as I help him dress in clean sweats and a tee.

"Our baby will make it...it has you for a mum," I try and joke.

We both lay down with his head on my chest.

"Adam...I'm sorry," he says.

"It wasn't your fault," I shrug.

"But he k-"

"I repeat it wasn't your fault," I say sternly.

He nods and hums in agreement. Moments later I hear his breathing even out. I place a tentative hand on his stomach and rub soothing circles.

"Your both strong...our baby will make it...he or she has to," I whisper to my sleeping lover.