Bionic Hearts // Chase Davenport

Chapter Twenty-Six*

Warning: This chapter contains mature content

For the next two days, Donald, Chase and I had been working tirelessly to make Bree a new bionic chip. I'm pretty sure I had permanent bags under my eyes from the forty-eight straight hours I stayed up. I may or may not have fallen asleep at the cyber desk and set off an alarm throughout the whole house. Yeah...no one was happy with me last night. I leaned against Chase's arm, my eyes fluttering closed as we sat at the cyberdesk.

I jolted back awake when I heard Donald's voice. "Well, Bree, you smashed your chip so badly, it's useless. But I was able to replicate my brother's original chip, and like my face," He grinned. I rolled my eyes. "It's flawless."

"Forget the chip, we need to get this dude a mirror." Layla mumbled. I snorted, covering my mouth with my hand.

"Wait, so I'm actually gonna be bionic again?" Bree asked, smiling brightly.

Donald smiled. "Yeah."

"Yes!" Bree surged forward. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you." She squealed. I smiled softly, fighting against the urge to close my eyes again.

Something dinged. "Oh, your chip is almost ready." Donald said, looking at the machine Donald had built to recreate Bree's chip. It looked like a giant blue microwave with a clear glass door.

"OOH snacks are done!" Adam beamed.

I giggled as Donald scoffed. "For the last time, this is not a microwave. It's a chip fabricator."

Layla and I exchanged looks. "But it looks like a microwave." I argued.

"Look, call it whatever you want, I'm still making my mini pizzas in here." Adam mused. I laughed.

Donald pulled out Bree's chip and handed it to her. "Go hop in your capsule and get ready for your new chip." Bree grinned and snatched up the chip, practically running to her capsule. Chase gently pulled us to the side as Donald could work on the cyberdesk. I sighed softly and leaned against him.

"I'm so tired..." I mumbled.

Chase gently kissed my head. "I know Princess, I'm sorry you've been up with me."

I shook my head. "It's okay, I wanted to help you and I wanted to help Bree."

Bree's capsule opened and she stepped out. I stood up from the chair. "How do you feel?" Donald asked.

She rubbed the back of her neck. "Like I just got a piece of metal jammed into my neck and fused to my nervous system."

"Yes! It worked.'' Donald celebrated, throwing his arms up in the air. "Okay, test it out, see if it works." Donald urged, gently pushing her to the center of the room.

Bree nodded. "Okay."

Bree sped forward, only for her bionics to go haywire and she shot around the entire lab. She ran across the ceiling and broke through a cement beam before crashing to the ground. I surged forward and helped her off the floor.

"Jesus Christ are you okay?" I asked. She nodded slowly, holding her head.

"Yeah-" She froze. I nearly choked on my laugh when her vocal manipulation acted up and she sounded like a chipmunk.

Donald motioned for me to bring Bree over. I nodded and set her on the chair as Donald grabbed the neck brace he had to monitor our bionics. He strapped it around her throat and did a few tests.

"I mean...technically your bionics are working." Donald said gently.

"You call this working!" Bree snapped, her voice three octaves lower. She sighed. "I can't control my vocal manipulation."