Chase is back

Chapter 9

Hey… Chapter 9, sorry for the wait. Writers' block is killing me, anyway. Here's the chapter.

Disclaimer: Refer to previous chapters.

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Chase's POV

I lay down on the bed as the lights dimmed in the lab. I was in my mission suit, I looked up at the ceiling as my head rest against the softness of the pillow. I averted my gaze to Bree, who was asleep in her capsule, while laying belly down on the bed. Somehow, the lab did not sooth me as it used to back then.

I got up silently, picked up the blanket and pillow and proceeded to the elevator. The elevator rose up and opened, revealing the living room. I walked over to the couch and sat down, fluffing the pillow and laying down, staring at the ceiling again. Time passed and soon, light poured through the glass wall, signalling to me that I had not slept even a bit.

I could hear the groans of Mr. Davenport with my sensitive hearing. Somehow, I couldn't control my bionics in the morning. I silently got up and snuck back into the lab with the pillow and blanket. The elevator door opened and I saw Bree, sitting by the cyber-desk and biting her lip. She looked at me as she heard the door slide open. "Chase!" she shouted, running towards me and hugging me. "You had me worried sick" she said, her head close to my chest. I could hear sobbing sounds coming from her.

"It's ok, I'm alright" I said, putting my left hand to her back and my right hand caressing her hair as I felt my chest grow wet. I caressed her like that for a few minutes before she pulled away. I pushed away the tears that came down uncontrollably with my thumb off her face. I got caught in the moment and leaned in. My lips brushing against hers before she pulled away slightly, breaking me out of my trance. "I'm sorry…" I said. "Don't be, I like it" she said back, making me smile lightly.

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"Ok, Chase. Since you've been gone, your bionics have gotten much stronger, I will need to upgrade your capsule, are you planning on coming back?" asked Mr. Davenport, leaning on the Cyber-Desk. "Mr. Davenport, I won't be coming back, I still have to finish high school in Seaford, I have two more years" I said, crossing my arms. "You could come back after you finish this semester." said Mr. Davenport, trying to persuade me.

"I'll think about it" I said, walking away. As much as I wanted to be with Bree, I needed to get my scholarship. I'm going back today since I have a project about industrial wastelands.

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I looked out the window of the car as Mr. Davenport drove me home. The ride was silent as my eyes never left the window. The car stopped and I got out, making my way to the door. "Chase…" called out Mr. Davenport. I turned around, acknowledging him. "It's nothing" he said, ducking back into the car and driving away. I turned back towards the door and unlocked it. I pushed the door open and entered the house.

I slammed the door, put the key where it was and sat down on the couch. I took out the remote and opened the television. The images flashed on the television as I looked blankly at the wall underneath the screen. I turned off the television, walking over to the kitchen and started to cook.

I sighed repeatedly, while I set out the dishes I cooked. I sat down, took out a spoon and fork and ate silently. I finished eating and went back to my room, boredom overwhelming me. I could finish my projects and assignments tomorrow since I am artificial intelligence. I twisted and turned on my bed. I missed the warmth of Bree next to me. I felt a tear roll down my face and into the pillow. I wiped away the remains of the tear. I slept away my worries. I made up my mind. I'm going back to the lab.

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Well, took me a week or so to write this but here's the update, and the short chapter, sorry.

That is all, R&R&Bye.