Chapter 4: Movie Night

Bree's POV:

FUCK! WHY DID I HAVE TO SAY THAT?! I mean it's true, but Chase probably thinks I'm really clingy now! I just need to relax, and play it cool. Chase gives me this weird look. I KNEW IT! HE DOES THINK I'M CLINGY! WHAT DO I DO?! HOW DO I RECOVER FROM THIS!? "I like spending time with you too. I'm just surprised to hear you say that.", Chase replies. Okay, so the feeling's mutual, just not exactly in the same way. Why is he surprised though? I know we don't get along sometimes and we don't hang out that much, but we don't have that bad of a relationship. A sibling relationship, that is. "Why are you surprised? We've hung out before.", I say. That was casual and nonchalant, right? "You typically don't enjoy spending time with me, last time I checked.", Chase replies. He's right, we have grown apart over the years. We used to spend the entire day together, before Leo had found us. I guess when we got older and met other people, we didn't really need to hang out as much anymore. I mean, our interests and hobbies are completely different. We don't really have that much in common, other that being bionic and related. "Well maybe it's time that that changed.", I say. Chase just nods, and goes back to tinkering with his gun. After saying that, all I get is a nod? I roll my eyes, but I guess he's too busy with his gun to notice. After a while of silence, besides when Chase asks me to hand him something, he finally finishes the gun. "There, it's finally complete.", Chase says. I wonder how many hours he's put into making this gun anyway. Chase grabs that weird neon yellow goop, and pours some into this cylinder looking thing. "So now what?", I ask.

Chase's POV:

FINALLY! AFTER ALL THOSE DAYS OF PAINSTAKING WORK AND DETERMINATION, I'VE FINALLY COMPLETED MY IMMOBILIZATION GUN! I start loading some of the immobilization serum into the firing cylinder. "Now, we have to test this somehow.", I reply. I insert the firing cylinder into the immobilization gun, and I make sure the safety is on. We don't want any accidents to happen. "And how do you plan to do that? You have to use it on something that's alive, don't you?", Bree asks. She has a valid point. I would ask someone from the team to volunteer, but I don't want to put them at risk if something goes wrong. On the contrary though, I designed and crafted this amazing weapon myself. So why would anything go wrong? "It appears that I'll need a volunteer.", I reply. Bree's been so eager to help so far, maybe I can talk her into being my test subject. "I feel bad for whoever's on the other end of that gun.", Bree says. You're about to feel extremely bad for yourself then. "Well, seeing as you're already here,-", I start. "NOPE. NU-UH. NO WAY.", Bree interrupts. She crosses her arms, and has a look for determination on her face. I give her a pleading look, and she just shakes her head. "You've be so helpful so far. Can't you just do me this one favor?", I ask. Bree looks around the room. I really hope she'll help me. Skylar's in isolation, Oliver's a mess, Kaz is on Oliver duty, and no one else is in the apartment. I don't really have any other options at the moment. I suppose I could wait until Perry gets back? There are thousands of things that could happen during that time though. It's best to test and fine tune the gun and serum as soon as possible.

Bree's POV:

I'd love to help Chase. Wow, I never thought I'd say that before. Anyway, I'd love to help Chase, but I don't really feel like dying today. "What if something goes wrong?", I ask. This wouldn't be the 1st time 1 of his inventions malfunctioned. Chase gives me a 'really?' look. "BREE, why would anything go wrong? I made and designed this myself. It's perfectly safe.", Chase replies. I roll my eyes. Apparently being egotistic runs in the family. "Yeah, like none of your inventions have ever gone wrong before.", I sarcastically remark. Chase gives me this puppy dog look. I groan. He just looks so cute. I just wanna cuddle and hug him. Hold his adorable face in my hands, and... NO, STOP. NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THIS. There will never be a time for THOSE kind of thoughts. "If I do this for you, you better owe me 1.", I say. I can't believe I'm considering this. "Absolutely! So is that a yes?", Chase asks. I deeply sigh. Please don't let anything go wrong. "FINE.", I say. A huge grin breaks out on Chase's face. Well at least he's happy. "Okay, go stand over there.", Chase says as he points to the center of the room. Oh boy, here we go. I slowly walk to the center of the room, and I turn around so I'm facing Chase. "Now what?", I ask. Chase aims his gun at my chest. "Stay still, and don't move.", Chase replies. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was nervous. He's TESTING the gun for a reason. Chase fires the gun, and a neon yellow beam shoots from it. It hits me square in the chest, and I'm surprised that it didn't hurt. I actually don't really feel any different. "Okay, Bree. Can you try to walk towards me?", Chase asks.

Chase's POV:

It seems that the gun is fully functional. I don't believe I have to make any adjustments to it. If I'll have to tinker with anything, it would be the serum. Bree just stands there after I asked her to walk towards me. "Bree, can you move at all?", I ask. She just continues to stare at me. I THINK IT ACTUALLY WORKED! I mean, I never doubted my abilities even for a second. So this comes at no surprise. She takes a wobbly step forward. Well, the serum apparently wasn't that long lasting. I'll have to make it stronger. Bree falls face 1st into the ground. My eyes widen as I run towards her. I would've laughed at how hilarious that was if I wasn't so concerned. I kneel on the ground, and turn Bree over so that she's lying on her back. I put her head in my lap, and I notice that her eyes are closed. "Bree?! Can you hear me?!", I ask in a panicked tone. OH NO. WHAT HAVE I DONE?! PLEASE WAKE UP. PLEASE WAKE UP! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D DO IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU. ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS MY FAULT. She remains still, and doesn't say a word. I gently set her head on the ground, and listen for a heart beat. I strain my ears, but I don't hear a sound. "Don't worry, I'll fix this." I whisper to Bree. I jump up, and run to my work station. REMAIN CALM. REMAIN! CALM! You can't help Bree if your mind set isn't clear. I quickly extract some of the immobilization serum into a syringe. After 5 minutes of extremely rushed reverse engineering, I have a small amount of neon purple antidote serum. I rush over to Bree, and inject the antidote into the side of her neck. I really hope my antidote is effective. WHAT IF THE ANTIDOTE DOESN'T WORK?! WHAT IF SOMETHING EVEN WORSE HAPPENS?! I take a deep breath, and attempt to stabilize my erratic thoughts.

Bree's POV:

I don't really remember what happened. 1 minute I can't move my body, and the next thing I know, my eyes are closed and I'm lying on the ground. I barely open my eyes, but quickly cover them with my arm. When did the ceiling lights get so fucking bright? "Why happened?", I ask. My throat feels so dry, and my head hurts. I would kill for a glass of water and some aspirin. Why'd I let Chase shoot me with his stupid gun, again? "YOU'RE OKAY!", Chase shouts. I slowly take my arm off my eyes, and I manage to sit up. I rub my eyes, and slowly turn to look at Chase. "What the fuck is in that yellow goop?", I ask. Chase chuckles, and quickly tackles me back to the ground with a hug. Now I'm back on the ground, fantastic. "I was so worried about you! I don't know what I would've done if something would've happened to you!", Chase says. I smile at his comment, and I feel myself start to blush. He was worried about me. Butterflies are starting to form in my stomach. Chase's so warm, I wish we could stay like this forever. Chase rests his hands on the floor right above my shoulders to hold himself up so he could look at me. I just realized that Chase is lying on top of me. His body is literally pressed against mine. DAMN IT! STOP IT BREE! I can feel myself starting to get wet, and my face is getting even redder. I probably look like a tomato at this point. The positions were reversed this morning. "Don't ever scare me like that again.", Chase whispers. WE'RE MAKING EYE CONTACT. WE'RE MAKING, FUCKING EYE CONTACT. My entire body is tingling, and my mind is racing. "You're the 1 who insisted on shooting me.", I whisper back. Chase smirks at my remark. He's so cute when he smirks.

Chase's POV:

I feel my face start to heat up from our close proximity. Bree's face is noticeably redder as well. Why did I have to put us in this position to begin with? I clear my throat, and quickly rise to my feet. I extend my left hand to her, and she accepts it. I help pull her to her feet. "I apologize for tackling you, I was just excited for your recovery.", I say as I let her hand go. Our faces were so close together, and our bodies were even closer... STOP THIS NONSENSE, CHASE! BREE'S YOUR SISTER, SO YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE THESE INAPPROPRIATE THOUGHTS! Bree giggles. Awww, her giggle is so adorable. "It's fine, Chase. I'm just glad I DID recover. How'd you fix me, anyway?", Bree asks. Well, I'm glad she's not upset after almost possibly dying. "I reverse engineered some of the immobilization serum, to produce an immobilization serum antidote.", I reply. I walk over to my work station, and Bree trails behind me. It appears that she's walking normally, which is a really good sign. I hold up a small sliver of what remains of the antidote. "Is that purple goop the antidote?", Bree asks. Considering that this wasn't at my work station prior to me shooting, yes. "Yes, this is what's left of it. I only made a small amount due to the time strain.", I reply. Bree quirks her brow at me. "How long did it take you to make that?", Bree asks while pointing to the immobilization serum antidote. "Approximately 5 minutes.", I respond. Bree's eyebrows raise significantly, and she looks surprised. "What?", I question. "You made an antidote in 5 minutes flat?", Bree slowly asks.

Bree's POV:

DAAAMMMNNN. HOW?! Usually when Chase's inventions backfire, it takes him a hot minute to fix the mess he makes. "Well, I did say approximately.", Chase says. I roll my eyes. Whether it's 5 minutes, or 5 minutes and 20 seconds, that's impressive as hell. "That's still extremely impressive. How'd you manage to do it in such a short amount of time?", I ask. Chase slightly blushes at my compliment. I know I should be extremely pissed that Chase could've killed me, but how can I stay mad at him? Eww! WHAT HAVE I TURNED INTO?! "Thank you, and I suppose it was because I had a strong motivation to do so.", Chase says as he gestures to me. I feel my face heat the fuck up. DAMN IT! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SO SWEET!? "Well I'm glad you had a strong motivation, I'd hate to be still lying on the ground right now.", I respond. Chase lightly chuckles. He turns towards the gun and serum. "Well it appears that the gun is fully functional, and the serum actually exceeds it's intended effects. So I believe I'm finished working for today. Do you finally want to watch that movie?", Chase asks. I jump up and down and squeal, until I catch myself doing that. I stop jumping, and clear my throat. "I mean, yeah, sure, that works.", I reply as I try to look really chill. Chase busts out laughing. I roll my eyes. Like HE'S never accidently made a fool of himself before. I lightly elbow him in the side. "OW!", he exclaims as he immediately stops laughing. He then starts to rub his side. "Oh please, I barely even elbowed you.", I say. Chase stops rubbing his side, and gives me a death glare. "Well I'd hate to be on the receiving end of an elbowing, when you're actually trying to inflict damage.", Chase responds. I dead ass almost fall over laughing at this. I have to clutch the side of Chase's work station to stop myself from falling over.

Chase's POV:

I didn't think that my response was that funny. I shouldn't under estimate my amazing sense of humor ever again. Bree finally stands straight, and abruptly stops laughing. "Okay! LET'S WATCH THAT MOVIE!", Bree shouts. She then super speeds to the monitor controls, as I calmly walk behind her. I've never seen her THIS excited to view a movie, since the Twilight films were released. I reach the monitor control panel, and proceed to pull up the selected film. The opening credits appear on the monitor as Bree and I walk to the front of the controls, where the chairs are placed. We sit down, and the movie commences.

*Time Skip*

The ending credits roll on screen, as Bree and I sit there in utter disbelief. Kathy and Christopher were siblings, yet they had feelings for each other. Oddly enough, they didn't deny their feelings for each other. They were pretty forward about it. They looked, happy together. Bree quickly stands up. "I'm so sorry Chase, I had NO IDEA what this movie was about. I would've picked a different movie if I would've known that THAT KIND of stuff was going to be in there.", Bree quickly says. Being the researcher that I am, I should've checked the film reviews for it. I'm not mad at Bree, if that's what she's worried about. Or maybe she feels awkward about watching that stuff with her own brother.

Bree's POV:

I CANNOT BELIEVE, THAT KATHY AND HER BROTHER FUCKED! THEY'RE YEARS YOUNGER THAN CHASE AND I ARE NOW! Chase slowly stands up. OH NO, WHAT IF HE THINKS THAT I PICKED THIS MOVIE JUST FOR THE INCEST BROTHER AND SISTER PARTS!? "It's alright Bree, I know you didn't research the film's plot lines before hand.", Chase says. THANK GOD! HE DIDN'T THINK I DID THAT ON PURPOSE! What're the odds though, that I'd pick the incest movie, while I'm having incest thoughts about Chase? Maybe it's a sign from the universe? NAH! Lol, like stuff like that ever happens! I wonder what kissing Chase would feel like.. I slowly walk towards Chase. "Do you think it's okay, for siblings to kiss?", I ask Chase. I'm giving 0 fucks at this point. I dead ass want to find out if there's a spark between us or not. These weird feelings have been killing me all day. Chase looks taken back by my question. "Why do you ask? I thought it was obvious that incest was morally wrong, and frowned upon by society.", Chase replies. I know it's wrong, but it doesn't make me want him any less. I'm now standing right in front of him, but I wish I was even closer. "I didn't ask what society thought. I'm asking what YOU think.", I reply. We lock eyes, and Chase looks like he's really having to think about what I asked him. Chase's REALLY opinionated, and usually doesn't take him long to spout out whatever he thinks. "I don't really see why it matters what I think about that specific topic.", He says. Why is he dodging the fucking question? He's making this way too difficult. "It does matter, because I really want your opinion on this specific topic.", I retort. I step even closer to Chase, and he takes a step back. Which completely defeats the purpose of me stepping closer!

Chase's POV:

What is with Bree today? She's been acting weird all day, and at the moment, she's really starting to invade my personal space at the moment. Not to mention her insistence that I relay to her my opinion about the topic of sibling incest. It's morally wrong, and frowned upon by society. What more does she want me to say about that? It's an especially uncomfortable topic to be discussing with my sister. "It depends on the circumstances of the individuals, and the individuals themselves.", I say. Bree nod her head. She starts to take more steps towards me, and I continue to take more steps back. I continue to walk in reverse until I feel my back come into contact with the wall. I gulp, and Bree steps even closer to me. This is making me really nervous. "What about Kathy and Christopher's circumstances?", She asks. It looks like we're still discussing the topic. "Well in their specific circumstances, I don't blame them. They were isolated from other human beings for a few years. They started to go through puberty, and started receiving certain hormones... They were bound to become attracted to each other at some point or another.", I reply. I hope this satisfies her curiosity. We make eye contact again, and Bree licks her lips. "It sounds a lot like how our circumstances were.", Bree says. I open my mouth to dispute this, but quickly close it again. Her point is technically valid. "They were, until Leo found us. We were lucky that nothing like that happened to us.", I say. Lucky is a bit of a stretch, but I'm hoping to help put her mind at ease. That's what this discussion is about, I believe. To see if I've ever had any romantic feelings for her in the past. Which I've never had, in the past, that is.

Bree's POV:

LUCKY?! WE'RE FUCKING LUCKY?! "Yeah, I guess we are.", I mutter. Of course he isn't interested in me. WELL I'M NOT INTERESTED IN HIM EITHER! I've just had a lapse of judgement, that's all. I back away from Chase. I backed that nerd into a wall for nothing. Chase walks towards me, away from the wall. He looks me up and down, like he's trying to figure me out. I'm aborting this whole, get boned by Chase, mission. Chase quirks his brows at me. GOD DAMMIT! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SO CUTE!? "Are you all right? You seem a bit, dejected?", Chase asks. Great, 1st I get shut down. Now he's going to go all Dr. Phil on me. "I'm fine. I'm just going to go, check on Skylar.", Reply. I quickly turn around and walk towards the hyper lift. "Bree, wait!", Chase shouts. I sigh, and stop dead in my tracks. What does he want now? I'm really not in the mood at this point. Why do boys have to be this complicated? Chase walks up to me, and grabs my wrist. He turns me around, so I'm facing him. "Why did you back me into a wall?", he asks. I give him a really confused look. Where in the hell is he going with this? "So you wouldn't dodge my question.", I reply. I obviously can't say it was because he kept backing up while I just trying to get closer to him. "Why was your question so important?", he asks. What is this, 20 questions? "It wasn't, I was just curious.", I lie. I was actually just trying to get into your pants. I hate to admit it, but I straight up was. "Curious, and extremely persistent.", Chase responds. I roll my eyes. "I wasn't that persistent.", I object. Chase is definitely going somewhere with this. I know him well enough to know that he's analyzing every answer I give, and everything my body language tells him. He's trying to figure out the real reason I wanted him to answer my question. I hate it when he can see right through me.