First, a young Chase (6ish) then present day.

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Chase woke up to a very loud BOOM. "Ahhh!" He breathed heavily as noise, which he could only ignore in sleep, assaulted his ears. His senses were especially sensitive when he first woke up. The soft whirring of the hibernating computers, Bree, Adam, and Mr. Davenport's breathing and heartbeats, the hard rain on the windows, the thunder, and even the cars passing by were driving his hearing crazy. He unlatched the lock on his cage, covered his ears, and ran towards upstairs, where he could hear Mr. Davenport's heartbeat and breathing coming from.

He walked upstairs, the rain, thunder, and cars attacking his ears, and he walked to the couch that Mr. Davenport was on, watching late night TV. BOOM "Nnngg" Chase winced in pain, trying to be quiet as his head began throbbing. "M-Mr. Davenport?"

Mr. Davenport spun around. "Chase!" Chase winced, tightening his hands over his ears. "What are you doing up here?"

"I-It's loud. I-I'm sorry b-but it h-hurts." BOOM "Mmmm. Ow." Chase winced, tears slowly beginning to stream down his face.

"Oh, Chase. Come here." Mr. Davenport reached for Chase who willingly came to him. Mr. Davenport reached onto the cluttered table and grabbed a pair of headphones. "These should cancel out a lot of the noise." He put the headphones on Chase. "Better?"

Chase nodded "It's a lot quieter. I can barely hear the cars outside."

"You can hear the cars outside?" Mr. Davenport looked shocked and amazed.

Chase nodded again. "My head hurts though." Mr. Davenport looked around awkwardly. "C-Can I sleep up here tonight?" BOOM "Mmff" Mr. Davenport nodded, looking shocked, as Chase hopped onto the couch and snuggled into his side. "Goodnight Mr. Davenport."

Mr. Davenport put his arm around Chase. "Goodnight Chase."

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Now

Chase was sitting at the counter massaging his temples when Tasha walked in the front door. "Chase? School started two hours ago!"

Chase winced "Migraine. Mr. Davenport said I could stay home today."

"Ooohhhh. Anything I can do?" Tasha asked, setting down the grocery bag she had been carrying. She sat down on the stool next to Chase's and began to massage his neck.

"Mmm. That kind of helps, but Mr. Davenport has a pair of blue headphones and black goggles in your guys' room. Can you get them?" Chase asked, melting under his mother-figure's hand.

"Sure sweetie." Tasha got up and walked into her and Donald's room. She looked at his dresser, covered in clutter of every sort, and found the headphones and goggles. She went back out to Chase "These?"

Chase pulled his hands away from his eyes to blearily peer at what she was holding. "Yeah, thanks Tasha." He reached out, took them, and put them on.

"No problem. Anything else help?"

"Lying down helps a bit. Do you mind if I lay on the couch?"

"Not at all Chase. If there's anything I can do just let me know, okay son?" Tasha smiled as Chase laid on the couch, only for him to jump at the last part. "Oh, sorry, if you don't want to be-"

"No, no, its fine, just... no one's ever called me their son before." He smiled softly. "Thanks, Mom."

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