shanzlol: I think they make an adorable couple they are cute together

Nicole0725: I know right

RomanianBionicGal: so much cuteness, hope for the best

MunkLover4Ever: don't worry, 'Mr.' Trent will pay that's for sure

Sir RCCS: He really is

CosmicLoathe: Thank you! You are too kind I'm glad you're enjoying it though

Insecurity's Sanity: I'll think about it...I'm not that evil though

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

Chapter Thirty-four: It All Could've Ended

Adam's P.O.V.

An hour after Chase finally settles down I lie wide awake. My eyes trail over the form of my baby brother and lover. I let a deep breath go finally at ease. When I found Chase I swore I was going to die. I couldn't lose Chase and Chase couldn't lose our baby. It would've torn him apart. I spoon Chase from behind and nuzzle his neck. I feel him stir and in the darkness turn to face me.

"Hey baby," I smile lovingly.

"Hi," he says voice raspy from sleep.

"How do you feel?" I question.

"Tired...very tired," he yawns.

"Sorry," I apologize guilty.

He smiles at me and then attempts to sit up, back pressed against the headboard.

"Umm Adam?"

"Yeah?"

"I...I need to get up," he replies.

My eyebrow quirks up and ask, "did you not hear or not understand what bed rest means?"

"That's not what I mean," he rolls his eyes.

"Then what?"

"I need to...to..." he trails off.

"To what?"

"Bathroom," he whispers embarrassed.

Even in the dark room I can see him turn crimson red. Nonetheless I get up and extend my arm with a smirk. He blushes deeply as I help him up. We walk to the bathroom in small strides until Chase stops me breathlessly.

"What's wrong?" I panic.

"Towel...I feel sticky," he mumbles.

I nod and make to grab it but realize it's on the other side of the room. I make sure Chase holds on to the wall before I retrieve the soft cloth. When I return I don't miss the gasp and grimace from Chase. I go back to him in an instant and see his hand firmly placed on the side of his stomach. I feel my insides churn as I think of the worst.

"Chasey!"

"A-Adam," he says calmly.

"What's wrong? Talk to me baby," I plead holding onto him.

"We're fine...I...I felt...our baby moved!" He grins happily.

He smiles brightly, a true smile that finally reaches his eyes.

"Really? Wow," I breath amazed.

He nods eagerly. Then he winces and I place my hand next to his, rubbing soothing circles.

"Finally letting its presence known," I chuckle.

He smiles again and leans up to kiss me. I lift him up and his legs wrap around my waist. I carry him into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I undress quickly but take my time with undressing Chase. He steps under the waterfall and groans content. I pull him close from behind to my body. My hands caress his baby bump lovingly, adoringly.

He turns around in my arms and I can't help but stare at his nude torso. I feel bile rise in my throat and anger as I see the dark bruise forming. Chase visibly tenses. With the water cascading I barely notice the tears falling.

"Chasey?" I ask.

"I was terrified...I love this baby so much I couldn't lose it...I feel so stupid for believing I could stand up to Trent knowing I have someone else in me to worry about," he responds.

"It's not your fault," I assure.

"But it almost cost me both our lives...I heard you and Mr. Davenport," he sighs.

"Adam...thank you," Mr. D had said.

"What for?" I asked as I stroke Chase's pale cheek.

"If you hadn't brought him home...he could've...could've...lost the baby and...maybe his own life," he answered softly.

"What?" I gulped sitting up.

"It's complicated...Chase has the mind to control his own body...if..if he were to decide that he needed to keep the tiny life that was already lost the stress would've gotten to him," he sighed.

"Chase could've died?" I questioned.

"Yes...but we prevented it...he's safe...for now but remember strict bed rest," he replied.

I nodded numbly as I turned to look at my peaceful brother.

Chase's P.O.V.

"Adam?" I whisper.

"Sorry Chasey," he replies before getting out of the shower.

"Adam?" I call as I follow suit careful not to slip.

I grab my towel and stand by the doorway as Adam dresses in a hurry.

"Adam," I say pulling on some boxer briefs and sweats.

Adam grabs his long sleeve shirt and pulls it over his head droplets of water falling down as he shakes his head. I mimic with a tight plain tee. Adam walks out the room with a determined look on his face. I try to follow him as fast as I can with a hand pressed on my stomach trying to calm our baby.

"Adam!" I call desperately.

I get a glance of his emotionless face but I don't miss the glowing red eyes. I stand frozen in place and watch as Adam slams the front door.

"Chase!" Mr. Davenport yells.

I turn to face my dad with fear.

"Chase you have to be resting," he scolds.

"Mr. Davenport...you have to...Adam," I mumble.

"What?"

"Adam's mad...really mad..." I cry.

My rational side tells me that he's not mad at me but my irrational and hormonal side screams that he is and that it's my fault. I sob openly in front of my dad desperate to be with Adam.

"Chase calm down it's bad for you and the baby," he urges.

"Adam," I sob.

"Ssh buddy it's okay, you're okay," he soothes pulling me in for a hug.

"He's furious, he's mad at me," I whimper.

"No he's not-"

"He left! He had red eyes and just upped and left!" I scream.

"Chase he wouldn't...not without you," he assures.

My body trembles with the force of my wrecked sobs and pained cries of being abandoned.

Unknown's P.O.V.

"I'm surprised you found me," I smile behind my hood.

"Where the fuck is he?" Adam growls.

I lean back to the wall smugly and nod to my right.

"You fucking son of bitch!" Adam hisses before launching himself towards the unconscious man.

I use my molecularkenesis and hold him back.

"Let me go! He could've killed Chase! You ass hole!" Adam yells thrashing and kicking.

"Where's Chase?" I ask calmly.

"Let. Me. Go." He grits.

"You knew I took him...do you know why?" I question.

"No," he glares.

"Chase needs you," I answer simply.

"What?" He asks confused.

"He's pregnant...it's your kid and being bionic I know you would've killed Trent for hurting both of them," I shrug.

Adam doesn't relax instead he tenses more.

"He needs you Adam. Don't waste your life for this scum bag," I say and for good measure I kick Trent in the gut.

He groans and his eyes open unfocused.

"...let me go...now," Adam demands.

I release my hold of him and watch in amusement as Adam punches and kicks Trent.

"Don't ever mess with Chase because next time I'll make sure I'll end you," he threatens.

Just like that he leaves no questions asked on who I am or anything. I look as he leaves but my attention goes back to Trent. Smiling I come close to the pain filled man. I look him straight in the eyes. My eyes glow green and "Mr." Trent goes limp on the concrete floor. Again.

"I'll make sure you won't remember," I mutter quite pleased with myself