A/N: OKAY-DOKEY! Thanks HBBQ and Summer for reviewing my story. It really means a lot. I hope this chapter is a bit longer for y'all!

Thanks to my two beta readers who encourage me to do this.

I do not own Lab Rats... Yet.

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"I- I had a... I may have..." Chase stuttered as if he could not find the words. What if Mr Davenport called him a coward and thought he didn't deserve bionic super powers. He didn't want to let him down.

"Chase?" Mr Davenport looked concerned, but to the 5 year old bionic child, he looked angry.

"I- I'm sorry" Chase apologised.

Mr Davenport came over to the couch and dropped to his knees so he was eye level with the small bionic human.

"Chase, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

Chase tried to avoid eye contact with the genius inventor, thinking he was going to yell. But when Chase looked up, he was met with warm brown eyes and automatically felt safer.

Chase sighed and told his inventor/father everything. " I had a nightmare... You didn't want me anymore because you said I was faulty. So you shut me down and threw me away." As Chase explained his discomfort tears began to force their way into his eyes, making his vision blurry.

Davenport opened his arms to Chase, which he gladly fell into. Chase, though still disturbed by his nightmare, felt the safest he had ever been.

Davenport whispered in his ear, "Chase, I'd never do that. Not to you, Adam or Bree or even Eddy. You're safe here, I'll never let anyone hurt you as long as I live."

Chase sniffed into his shoulder. "Really?"

Davenport hugged Chase closer to him. "Really. No one is going to take you from me. Ever."

Chase smiled slightly in his embrace. "Cross your heart hope to die, stick a needle in your eye?"

Davenport smiled, "yes Chase."

After a few minutes od comfortable silence with Davenport holding Chase, Chase's grip on Davenport's shirt loosened. Davenport stood up carefully, trying not to disturb the bionic 5 year old who was snoring softly.

Davenport chuckled softly. "Come on mister, bed time."