Nicole0725: Ha, I know right.

Guest: Good guess but like I said I won't reveal anything to anyone yet.

Sir RCCS: Someone awesome.

Insecurity's Sanity: Maybe or...maybe not.

MunkLover4Ever: I felt bad leaving Chase like that but I'm glad you liked the outcome.

KrisKat: Can't and won't say.

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


Chapter Thirty-five: Like Father Like Son

Adam's P.O.V.

I'm still steaming with anger as I walk away from the dark alley. I replay the last scene in my head.

As I launch myself at Trent I get stopped in mid stride. I turn to glare at the hooded guy that has bright blue eyes peering at me. I get a shiver through my spine as I realize he's using Chase's power. Molecularkenesis.

My outrage only subsides when I think of the beaten, bloodied , 'Mister' Trent. Of course it doesn't last long as I think of Chase, barely awake to grasp what was at hand. Today could've been the most shittiest day of all my life.

Getting back to the present I walk in the house and make my way to my room. I find Chase curled up in our bed hugging the teddy bear he gave me for Valentine's day, before we broke up. As I get closer I see the tears streaming down his cheeks and I can hear the small whimpers emitting from him.

"I think it's time you end this."

I jump startled at Mr. D's sudden appearance in the entry way.

"Excuse me?" I ask dumbly.

"I'm sorry Adam but I think you should stop hurting Chase like this...permanently," he answers.

"You mean break up with him? I don't think so," I reply pissed and annoyed.

"Chase had a big life ahead of him-"

"So you're blaming me for being in love with each other?" I hiss.

"Adam look at him! I mean really look! He cried himself to sleep believing you abandoned him. Again."

I look at Chase all pale and flushed. I'm very positive his fever increased and it's only getting worse. However, Mr. D's accusations of me not being able to take care of my partner and child make something in me snap.

"You think you know everything about Chase and me! My gosh how fucking blind do you have to be?"

"Adam, watch how you talk to m-"

"No! I'm sick and tired of this crap! Do you have any idea how scared Chase really is? Do you think he doesn't cry himself to sleep every other night?" I yell and I hate that my voice cracks at the end.

He, however, looks taken aback...shocked almost.

"He's afraid of falling in love with our baby...a piece of himself! Afraid that you'll take away our baby as soon as its born... I love him...both of them even if this pregnancy wasn't planned. Heck, even though we didn't even know it was possible. I...also got a job because Chase is fearful, and I am too, that you'll disown us and then we won't have any way to take care of our baby. And I'm actually getting a C+ in all my classes, not that you care," I inform rather bitterly.

"What?" He breathes looking completely flabbergasted.

If this wasn't such a serious situation and if I hadn't bottled up all my own emotions I would've laughed at his befuddled expression.

"Chase is scared that you'll disown us...that he'll be forced into giving away our baby and I got a job because I have my own fears that I can't confide in anyone...but I definitely won't end something we both want," I finish repeating myself.

We both hear a sniffle from behind from where I stand. I turn around to see Chase with one of my too big shirts and grey sweats. He's clutching onto the teddy bear to his chest for dear life. Mr. Davenport stares at his very pregnant son, my brother and lover.


Chase's P.O.V.

I take small timid steps toward Adam and take his hand in mine.

"Please leave," I whispers softly.

I search Mr. Davenport's eyes for any emotion but all I see is hurt for a mere moment. Nonetheless he nods and leaves understandingly. Once the door closes behind him I turn to Adam and pull him in for a kiss.

"Thank you!" I say breathlessly.

"What for?" Adam smiles sheepishly.

"For standing up to him...for defending us," I reply holding the bear closer and placing a hand on the lower curve of my stomach.

"You should be in bed," Adam says after a minute of observing me.

I nod and let him pull me in bed without so much of a fight.

He lies down and I immediately snuggle up to him. My head rests on his chest.

"Are you scared?" I whisper curiously.

"Not anymore," he replies.

"Hmm," I hum understanding.

Less than five minutes later I'm being lulled to sleep by the steady beating of Adam's heart.

"Like father like son," I mumble tiredly letting my eyes finally close.

The sleep isn't exactly pleasant with all the drama and the baby wiggling inside of me but it's definitely more peaceful than earlier.


Unknown's P.O.V.

It's only a matter of time before they find out who I am. Luckily that my eyes change color whenever I use different bionics it'll keep them guessing. I think as I drag the unconscious body to his front porch.

Once done depositing the parasite I turn around to find Krane.

"Who are you?" He asks simply.

I shrug and smirk, "no one."

"Why are you helping them?"

This guy really didn't waste time.

"Because I know a douche when I see one," I snicker.

He removes his mask and I'm sure he expects me to do the same. But where's the fun in that?

"I know of his 'condition'," he states flatly.

I raise a questioning eyebrow.

"Chase Davenport is pregnant with the spawn of Adam Davenport," he elaborates.

"What?" I ask mock shock.

"Don't play dumb, you knew," Krane spits.

"So? I don't really care as long as they're both well," I say annoyed.

"Really? Why?"

"None of your business," I snap.

He narrows his eyes to slits, "good luck because they won't live long and that thing will die before it even takes its first breath."

Like that he's gone and I curse myself for not thinking of the cameras they might've installed to stalk them. My eyes flash golden yellow and I'm off in lightning speed. One thing is for sure, if I don't warn them first Chase will not make it. He'll be as good as gone along with his baby. My gut churns in the disgusting possibility but for now I'll be their guard dog including Adam's.