Officer Chase
Take a Chance on Me

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"Glad you could join us…" Chase’s mother nodded at him and a single glance at Horace told Chase that he’d be getting no help, for the moment at least.
Chase licked dry lips and swallowed, “Well, um, the thing of it is… Horace and I… we’re together.” He pressed a hand over Horace’s and prayed to whichever deities were listening that Horace wouldn’t faint or freak out.

Together like an item,’ someone mumbled. Horace could both hear and see the confusion. They were confused their gut reaction was total and complete confusion as their minds wrapped around what their son had just said. Rather lamely instead of grabbing his hand he lifted it and pat Chase awkwardly. It wasn’t fainting and all signs pointed to him not getting up and freaking out this was good. Awkward, but goodーfor Horace at least. The laughing though was what through him off, something to the effect of, ‘oh you really had us there for a moment,’ and ‘I’m impressed you got Horace to go along with this joke’. “No, I do not think you understand I do not do jokes. Most especially not your son, you two should know that.” His hands theatrically gestured as he spoke, “we love each other”. He made point to say each word clearly and then there was silence.

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Ricochet

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Chase wiped his eyes, it didn’t help much, his clothes were still dripping. “I’d hug you, but I’m…” His voice cracked and suddenly he didn’t give a damn that he was sopping wet. His arms found their way around Horace’s shoulders and he was embracing his fiancé tightly. “Don’t ever do that again… I love you Horace…”  

"It-…" Horace gently folded his arms around him. Letting his hand rest on the back of his head. "I promise." He hesitantly moved his hand afraid to touch the injury on his head even though his hand was no where near it. "I love you too. Listen let’s head inside change our cloths sort this all out and maybe take some time of work and leave this island. How does Finland sound? That sounds far… and safe."

"That sounds like a very good idea." Chase let his arms slide away from Horace, a soft smile on his face. "I’m sorry I threw myself on you like that." He’d pulled away enough to see that he’d gotten Horace’s shirt front wet. 

That Wasn’t So Difficult

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"I’m certainly sorry you got hurt, but I’m glad the damage was minimal." Chase shook his helm as Blades continued. "The worst part is they’re supposed to be the top ranked exemplary group."

"Just because someone is suppose to be one thing does not mean they are. Things are not always what they appear Chase. You should keep that in mind." Turning his head to glance at his teammate, Blades locked optics with Chase by chance. Though rather than look away his gaze peared into him before drifting. After a moment he stood up as if to brush the moment aside. "Looks like the rain is letting up. We must be going through one of the bands. Want to try and make a run for it?"

"A valuable lesson, that," Chase murmured. He glanced over at the cave entrance when the hissing sound of rain quieted and Blades commented on it. "As long as we can avoid the puddles."

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"Uuuuuhg, what is that?!" Dani’s borrowed face plates contorted into disgust as she backed away. It smelled dreadful, that’s all she knew, it smelled dreadful and she wanted to vomit.

Blades stood amused for five nano kilks grinning at his partners stunned reaction with a hightened sence of olfactory sensor-net complements of Chase’s frame. “Now you know how we feel~oooh! Okay, that is ripe.”

Chief Burns hastily zipped the bag back up, his eyes watering. The smell lingered, but the potency dropped a little. “Definitely worse than rotten granola…” He quickly scooped it into an evidence bag and stripped his gloves off into the bag as well.

Chase, meanwhile, had been digging through his cockpit and held out an aerosol deodorizer meant for upholstery. “Here Chief.” He gave the contents of the evidence bag several sprays before Chief Burns sealed it up. The police-bot gave the air around them a few sprays for good measure before capping the can and stowing it away again. “The label claims to ‘eliminate odors, not just cover them up’ I remain wholly dubious.”

Chief Burns smiled, “thanks just the same Chase.” He coughed and looked to the group at large. “Everyone alright?”

Take a Chance on Me

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Horace could feel the tug of his own eyes as they shifted over to at Chase. His face was frozen from the previous expression giving him the classic deer in the head lights look he was so well known for before checking out mentally. ‘Say somethingー do not…jump out.. the window. We’re gay!’ Fortunately for Chase and for himself he could not talk if he wanted to. Though if he could he’d probably be singing “I Feel Pretty” with emphases on gay. Instead he sat there with a stupid look plastered on his face. If you didn’t know him it’d look stoic, but given he had a history it was clear he was choking up the moment he entered the house. The faint voice of Chase’s mother talking in the background barely caught his attention.

"Glad you could join us…" Chase’s mother nodded at him and a single glance at Horace told Chase that he’d be getting no help, for the moment at least.
Chase licked dry lips and swallowed, “Well, um, the thing of it is… Horace and I… we’re together.” He pressed a hand over Horace’s and prayed to whichever deities were listening that Horace wouldn’t faint or freak out.

Take a Chance on Me

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"Several years is a tad difficult to sum up, but you know fairly well. I managed to get my pilots license and paramedic certification." Horace was awfully close to making medic level qualifications, but if he added more he’d feel like he was bragging. As it was he already felt like he was, he felt strange talking about himself or his accomplishments. Especially knowing she was the town gossip. ‘Didn’t comment on the leg, I think that’s a good sign. I hope.’ Though truth be told he was a bit proud he accomplished so much in the past few years. "Living with this guy though," he nudged Chase, "honestly I’m sure if it weren’t for him I’d be on one of those television shows about hoarding". Untrue, but there was a nice synergy between them that kept their place clean and organized. Chase kept Horace together as a person, his house was a different story. He had maids for that. "You look well Mrs. Taylor, have you been working out." Some things never quite changed, no matter how old he got, he’d always fall into routine dialogue as if it were scripted out when he was nervous.

"Wow, that’s wonderful. Goodness knows this island can use all the flight capable medical personnel it can get. Especially in the winter on the mountains." Miranda glanced at her son when the subject shifted and he smiled and shrugged, "we keep each other balanced out, it’s a very good fit." She smiled and nodded.
Now Chase was grinning, he hid the fact by taking a cookie while his mother answered. “I don’t get around to the gym like I should, but all of these committees keep me on my feet and moving, so that’s got to count for something, right?” She smoothed her hands over the apron she still wore and gave the pair on the couch a more serious look. “So what did you want to talk about?”
Chase opened his mouth and closed it, “where’s dad?” His mother shrugged, “I told him you and Horace wanted to talk with us, he’s probably…”
"I’m here, what’s going on and can we make it quick? I pushed back a meeting for this."
Chase’s father was rarely around, a shipping magnate, he usually preferred to be out at the warehouses or his office rather than at home. It was easy to see where Chase’s looks came from, but his father’s eyes were like ice and held none of the warmth and humor that his son had inherited elsewhere along the line.
Chase sighed quietly, he’d secretly been hoping that his father would skip out on the news, whether he approved of it or not.

Ricochet

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Horace spun around, his breath caught somewhere in the back of his throat, words in his mind died before they could even be formed by his lips. Seeing Chase looking back at him this way broke his heart. “Chase,” he clenched his jaw and looked down to the side before looking back up, those familiar eyes peering right into his soul left him speechless. Taking a step near tentatively reaching out for his hand only nabbing his sleeve. Though he didn’t let go, he faceted his grip and shoved aside the growing knot in his stomach. “Let’s leave Griffin Rock, .. you’re right. I’m just letting my emotions get the best of me. That was brash of me. I’m sorry. I won’t make any excuses for this, I should not have let myself get carried away like this or reacted the way I did. I’m scared. Chase do not you understand I’m so scared. I’m horrified, I do not want to die, I most certainly do not want you to die. Running away.. like this. It’s stupid, I’m being stupid.” Being brash never solved anything, and it was tearing them apart. Hurting Chase was the last thing he wanted to do and if this murderer didn’t kill him his fiancé’s broken heart would. Because he would know he was the cause for his pain and he could never forgive himself for doing such a thing.

Chase wiped his eyes, it didn’t help much, his clothes were still dripping. “I’d hug you, but I’m…” His voice cracked and suddenly he didn’t give a damn that he was sopping wet. His arms found their way around Horace’s shoulders and he was embracing his fiancé tightly. “Don’t ever do that again… I love you Horace…”  

A D̶a̶n̶d̶y̶ Dani Thread (Vacation)

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"Oh, well, I do not know the story behind how the machine came to be in our possession, but I do know that I was shrunk in order to receive optimal maintenance." He looked down at himself, "though I fear that the results have been severely negated within the past hour."   

Doc. Greene nodded his head, though he followed, it was somewhat strange, but he wasn’t going to judge. What they did in their free time was their business and since he hadn’t received any calls regarding the Mater Reducer he assumed all was well and the two knew what they were up to.

Dani smiled as she stepped out of the vehicle. Nice short ride with light hearted conversation left her laughing when Frankie tapped into the conversation and added something about the last time she had gone on a relaxing trip with her father. Saying something to the effect that they needed a vacation from their vacation. “Thanks again for the lift.” She said, now holding the grocery bags by their strap.

Positioned back on Dani’s shoulder, Chase also called his thanks to the scientist and his daughter. “That was refreshing.”

That Wasn’t So Difficult

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Blades held his side tentatively, “it’s out of alignment, it isn’t the end of the the world,” he said to reassure his teammate, though he himself as well. “They have certainly not been highly revered by me. Any team that deliberately sabotages another has problems. I’m rather disappointed honestly, I do not know what their malfunction is with us. Though as my creator often says, it shows less about us, more about them.”

"I’m certainly sorry you got hurt, but I’m glad the damage was minimal." Chase shook his helm as Blades continued. "The worst part is they’re supposed to be the top ranked exemplary group."

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Chase nodded in assent and turned to see what Dani had indicated.

On the ground there was a back pack, and if you did not catch the plastic that made up the back packs straps you would have missed it as it camouflage with the brush it was half buried under.

"Could be related?" Blades offered, but then again it could not be. Considering how many times people had to up and vacate to evacuate the camp grounds on the island someone could have left his or her camping gear behind. Though given the location and the fact that it looked to be buried it was unlikely.

Chase reached down and gently nudged the brush aside. “We should have a look, it’s best to know for sure.” Glancing up, he called Chief Burns, who slipped a pair of gloves on as he walked over.

"Hopefully it’s not rotten granola bars, though that might be preferable to other things." He carefully unzipped the bag.