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Title: Cheesy Poofs and Confessions
Series: The Bloody Club
Authors: Dru and Harem
Pairing: House/Chase
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cuteness?
Summary: House and Chase and Movie Night
Disclaimer: No, we don't own them. Yes that was a stupid question.
Notes: Story Two in the Bloody Club Series. First can be found here: Waffles and Werewolves
Cheesy Poofs and Confessions
--Ch1--
Chase nervously tugged at his collar and slid lower in his chair gnawing on his pencil. He tried to concentrate on his crossword puzzle, carefully ignoring his coworkers.
He stifled a yawn and tapped the pencil eraser against his teeth.
After last night at The Bloody Club and then this morning at the Waffle House, Chase had gone home grabbed a few hours of sleep, showered, downed a pot of coffee and some vitamins and managed to make it to work on time. All in all he was really no worse for wear than after pulling an all nighter on a case.
He knew there were no marks not covered by his collar. He'd checked. Closely. There was no evidence of anything unusual happening the night before. The very drunken, weird night before. Truthfully Chase wasn't quite sure when he gotten the bite marks. He remembered how, vaguely. It involved House and a scarf. And screaming. Most of it by him. It was kind of fuzzy. The waffles though he remembered, and House shoving him into a taxi. He remembered House telling him, in his own, irritating fashion, that he liked him.
Chase checked his reflection in the steel canister on the counter, yanking his collar up. Nothing there, nothing at all.
But he still felt like he had a glowing, flashing neon sign screaming 'I had wild sex with Gregory House! House likes me!' over his head. He knew they had no way of knowing but he felt like any minute Foreman or Cameron would comment on last night.
It didn't help matters that House kept smirking at him and making weird comments about 'Chase you're looking tired' 'You feeling ok? You're awfully pale. You could almost could pass for a vampire.' 'What were you doing last night that wore you out so much? Hot date?' Chase was ready to shoot him. Just pull out a gun and go postal on his irritating ass. Prison wasn't really all that bad right? Free cable, a bed, six inches of bulletproof glass between him and House.
Chase jerked and dropped his pencil from his mouth when a white-board marker bounced off his head. "Hey! Wombat! Care to pay attention? Or are we bothering you with our working while you're trying to figure out 'a seven lettered word for a type of bat that lives off blood'?"
Chase glared at House as he picked his pencil up from the floor. "We don't have any patients. Cameron's answering your mail, Foreman's reading a magazine, and I'm doing crosswords. What work is there to pay attention to?"
"Then go! Shoo! Find me something interesting! Maybe a nice mysterious blood loss. Or strange hair growth once a month." House ordered, smirking.
Chase growled low in his throat as he tossed the book and pencil down on the table and stalked out to try to find a patient to entertain House and maybe even get him off his back.
Cameron and Foreman exchanged looks as House snickered to him self and limped into his office and closed the door. Soon the older doctor was lost in the twin electronic joys of his game boy and an ipod.
"What is up with them? They've both been acting weird all day." Foreman asked, setting down his magazine and looking towards the closed door.
"I don't know. House is all...perky. And Chase is really skittish. Do you think maybe they finely had it out over the whole Vogler thing?"
"Maybe. Whatever it is we should get to the bottom of it."
"Right. Chase might need support if House is being mean- um- meaner then normal, to him."
Foreman gave her a look out of the corner of his eye. "Sure. Yeah. Come on let's go catch up with him while House is distracted."
Cameron nodded and pushed back from the table, following him from the conference room.
House looked up and narrowed his eyes at the two ducklings leaving. They were headed in the same direction that Chase had gone looking like men (And woman) on a mission. Great. Just great. Chase would crack in no time. And blackmail wasn't fun if everyone else knew about it!
House grumbled as he put down his game boy and ipod, pulled his legs down from the desk, grabbed his cane, and pushed him self to his feet to go rescue his Aussie before the others broke him.
--Ch2--
"Chase! Wait up!" Foreman called out as they finely caught up to him in the clinic.
Chase groaned but stopped waiting for his co-workers to make their way down the hall.
"Hey Chase we uh- we just wanted to see how you're doing."
"How I'm... what?" Chase blinked in confusion.
"Well you've been kind of... um well twitchy all morning. We were worried that something is wrong. Are you ok? Is it House? Did he do something to you?" Cameron asked gently.
Chase's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. Did they know?! "What?! No! Wait"� What do you mean?!"
"Just that! You're all jumpy and House is smiling so something must have happened! Talk to us, man!" Foreman said sounding more like a cop talking to a perp then a worried co-worker.
"You can talk to us Chase. Whatever he did, we're here for you. We'll support you." Cameron said putting a hand on his arm. Chase jerked back, inadvertently smacking his elbow against the wall.
"I- uh- well- It's- oh god." Chase moaned covering his face with his hands.
"All three turned at House's sharp whistle.
"Hey! I don't recall sending you two out to hunt down patients, let alone send you to hold Chase up!"
"Well? Just going to stand there staring at me? I know I'm stunning but come on!"
"I- err well Chase has been acting funny all morning and we were worried about him."
Cameron said looking from House to Chase and back again.
"Oh when is Chase not acting funny? He's a scared little wombat. He jumps at his own shadow! I'm thinking of putting pet tranquilizers in his food. Now don't you two have clinic duty?"
"No. We're all caught up." Foreman said after a quick glance at Cameron.
"Good! Then you can do mine. Go. Shoo!" House ordered cheerfully.
Cameron sighed resigning and turned to go but Foreman glared. "You can't make us do your clinic hours! It's against just about every rule in existence! And it never even works! Cuddy always find out and you just get stuck with more anyway!"
"Oh just stop arguing and go. You're not going to win." House emphasized his point with a swat of his cane at Foreman's knees.
Chase snorted, hiding his relief at House having stopped the interrogation.
Foreman shot him a glare but turned, stalking off to sign in and start treating patients
House turned and eyed up Chase. "See that's why I stalk you. Danger around every corner."
"I'm 27 years old! I do not need you stalking me!" Chase snapped.
House snorted. "As if last night didn't prove you do. I just can't leave you alone for even a minute!"
Chase bristled. "I wouldn't have a problem if you'd stop making jokes and comments about last night! God how stupid am I?! Getting involved with you! You can't be serious about anything can you? Everything has to be a joke doesn't it? They wouldn't have noticed anything and wouldn't have came after me if you could be a human being for once in your life!" Chase hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was in hearing distance.
House snickered. "God you're are such a girl. Could you be any more cliché gay man? Even Closet Case Wilson doesn't flame this much!"
Chase pointed. "See! See! This is exactly what I'm talking about! You have to joke about everything! Totally ignore my point just to call me names and make a joke!"
House rolled his eyes and sighed. "Ok obviously someone didn't get enough sleep last night. Go take a nap in my office and maybe your sense of humor will come back when you wake up."
Chase closed his eyes and took a deep breath willing his self not to throttle House. "House I'm a grown adult. I do not need a nap. I am not hysterical. I have a sense of humor when something is actually funny. I'm trying to have an adult conversation with the man I had sex with last night. But since you're clearly incapable of that I think I'm going to go do some extra clinic hours. Find your own patients if your that desperate for entertainment." He turned sharply on his heels and away from House.
This is why you don't sleep with your coworkers. Now he had a cranky wombat, two worried duckies, and one hell of a headache coming on.
House groaned and stared up at the ceiling. This was getting far more complicated then he'd planed for. Not to mention he still hadn't gotten Chase to figure out he was partying with real vampires. He needed a second opinion on this...
--Ch3--
House stuck his head into Wilson's office, checking to see if there was a patient he had to get rid of before he could talk. Seeing the coast clear he walked in, closed the door and sprawled comfortably in one of the chairs in front of Wilson's desk.
Wilson didn't even bat an eye or look up from his paper work, more then used to House.
"So. Say you know a guy. A young guy. And this guy has a problem." House started after a minute.
"Wow. A guy with a problem. What a far out concept! You're mind works in truly boggling ways to come up with such a strange idea." Wilson snorted, still working.
House glared then continued. "Say this guy you know is in danger. He's in a dangerous situation but doesn't realize it, idiot that he is, so you're the only one who can help him. And if you don't help him there's a pretty damn good chance he could die."
Wilson looked up frowning, now paying attention. "What do you mean he could die?"
"Yeah die. He doesn't realize how much trouble he's in. He thinks everything is fine and he has everything under control but really he's right on the edge of getting him self dead."
"Well clearly you need to get Chase some help. Eating disorders can kill. He's already way too thin. Any more weight loss and you're right, he could die."
House blinked and stared at Wilson in incomprehension for a moment then rolled his eyes. "What is it with you and food? He's doesn't have anorexia nervosa. I had breakfast with him this morning and that boy can pack away the food when he wants."
Now it was Wilson's turn to look confused. "He doesn't? You did? Wait what are we talking about?"
House sighed the sigh of the long suffering. "Chase. We're talking about Chase and his night time hobbies of clubbing in bad neighborhoods with seedy, dangerous characters."
"...What?! What are you talking about? How do you even know what Chase does at night?"
"I've been stalking him."
Wilson rubbed his forehead. "So you're done stalking 'Von Lieberman' and now you've turned to stalking Chase?"
House smirked. "Stalking is fun. Way better then bowling. But really Chase is totally incapable of taking care of him self. He's worse then a newborn kitten. I barely stopped him from screwing some total stranger in the middle of the club last night!"
"Oh come on House! He's what? 27? And with his childhood.... he's been taking care of him self for a long time. He doesn't need you to hold his hand. And aren't you exaggerating a bit? So what if Chase picks up some woman in a club to take home for the night? He's old enough to make his own choices. Not like we haven't done the same thing at that age!"
"Or last week in your case. And it was a guy he was picking up. And they weren't going home. They were in a booth. And about to start going at it when I stopped them. As it turns out Chase is a randy little wombat who can't stand going a couple days without getting any."
Wilson opened and closed his mouth looking flummoxed. "Chase is...gay?"
"Bisexual I think, since he was making out with a woman only seconds before he was hooking up with the hulk. Plus he did Cameron."
Wilson started to speak then stopped and shook his head and started again. "Ok...but the point still holds. Chase is a grown adult. If he wants casual sex in the middle of a club then it's his choice. If it bugs you, don't bail him out when he gets arrested for indecent exposure."
House scowled. "You're supposed to be on my side here. That's the whole point of me talking to you."
"Since when? You just ignore everything I have to say and do what you want anyway."
"Wilson I'm serious here! Chase is going to get him self killed! It isn't some rave he's going to it's a.... dangerous club. With a lot of nasty people libel to kill him as soon as look at him. And he doesn't realize it. The little idiot thinks he's perfectly safe!"
Wilson frowned. "Well have you told him?"
"I tried and he accused me of being drunk."
"Were you?"
"I wish. I'd been drinking mint-flavored syrup most of the night. It wouldn't be sane or smart to be drunk around those.... people. And like he was one to talk about drunken people! He was barely able to stand up straight. Totally drunk off his tight little leather clad ass."
Wilson blinked then his eyes widened and he slowly pointed at House. "You.... you like him! You like him, like him! You Cameron like him! You Stacy like him!"
"I do not! I'm only saving my self the trouble of having to go though interviews when he gets him self killed. You know how much I hate interviewing. And then all the trouble of breaking in and training a new one... no it's just easier to keep this one alive."
Wilson snorted. "Yes of course it's only your rabid hatred of doing interviews that's making you obsess over Chase. Nothing else."
"Glad you see my point. Now will you help me figure out how to keep Chase alive already?!"
Wilson sighed and sat back in his chair. "Alright fine tell me everything."
House smirked in triumph and settled in. "Well it all started a week ago...."
--Ch4--
Wilson sighed as he and House watched Chase move through the clinic, treating patients. How did he get him self dragged into these things? He was supposed to talk to Chase. Why him?! He hardly knew Chase! But somehow House has talked him into this so here they were, waiting for Chase to have a moment in between patients.
When House spotted an opening he gave Wilson a shove towards Chase. Wilson glared over his shoulder but quickly called out to Chase. "Hey! Uh Chase do you have a minute?"
Chase slid the chart he had just finished writing on smoothly into the rack and waited to see what Wilson wanted.
"Uh can we talk? Some where a little more private?"
Chase sighed and spotted House trying to look casual, not that far away, trying to look interested in a magazine and not like he was listening in on them. Chase grabbed Wilson's arm and dragged him out of the clinic but still near the glass doors. "House put you up to this didn't he?" He sighed and ran a hand though his hair. "Of course he did. Is there anything on the face of the earth that he doesn't tell you?"
"Uh well you know we're been friends for a long time and all... and he came to me for help. About you."
"About me?"�
"Yeah"�
"Look, I don't know what he told you, but this is between me and him. If he's not adult enough to speak to me himself. It's none of your concern."
Wilson tried to follow Chase. "I- err well he- Ok Chase, House came to me because he's worried about you. About what you're doing. He's worried that you're going to get hurt or killed."
"Dr. Wilson, I'm fine. House is just bored. You know what he's like better then anyone. He has no sense of boundaries or privacy. And he only gets worse when he's in one of his moods. He's just taken it into his head that I'm incapable of running my own life and now he's trying to drag you into this to help him. I can assure you I'm fine. I'm not in any trouble and I don't need a babysitter." Chase said placatingly.
"That's what he'd said you'd say. He says you don't know the kind of danger that you're in. That you think it's just a game but it's not. But that there's a real risk of one or more of the people you're hanging our with killing you."
"Oh don't tell me that stuff he was babbling about last night? Look it is a game! For gods sake I'm in no more danger then if I was a Dungeon's and Dragons player! Or a Trekkie or Lord of The Rings Geek or any thing else! Despite what House seems to think I'm not a helpless child. I do not need him, or you, to baby-sit me!"
"You're sure you know what you're doing?"� Wilson asked, looking uncomfortable.
"Yes."� The young intensivist said firmly.
Wilson suddenly shifted topics. "What are you doing on Friday?"
"What? Probably reading. I have a lot of medical journals to catch up on. Maybe get some take out and watch Dr. Who." Chase told him.
This threw Wilson. House had told him that Fridays at Chase's club were big and popular and crowded and a thing that was never missed. Wilson looked at Chase closely, trying to see the lie in his face. Chase didn't blink.
They both jumped, startled when the glass door jerked open and House walked though. "Well since you're not doing anything important-"
"Beside work?"� Chase interrupted.
House waved his hand in annoyance. "Since you're not doing anything important you can join Wilson and me at my place. Wilson's cooking and we're watching movies. 7 o'clock. Don't be late. See you there." House turned and limped away leaving both Wilson and Chase frozen in confusion.
Wilson shook his head, feeling a familiar house shaped headache taking up residence in his head. Well, at least he could make sure Chase was eating properly.
--Ch5--
(Friday Evening)
House snorted as he kicked another pile of junk into the closet with his bad leg. "I'm cleaning for him. What the hell is wrong with me? Next thing you know I'll be bare foot and pregnant, cooking in the kitchen for the little Koala!" He snarked to him self.
He leaned against the closet door and checked his watch. Better call Wilson and see what he was making for dinner.
House made him self comfortable on the couch with the phone, and put his legs up on the coffee table while listening to the phone ring. "Hey Wilson. When are you getting here? How long is it going to take you to make whatever you're going to make?"
"Um, yeah"�"�
"Oh no you don't! I know that sound! You are not leaving me here alone with Chase!"�
"Something came up. A patient. She took a turn for the worse and I really need to stay with her. I'm not going to be able to make it tonight."
"You're lying. I can tell. You suck at lying."�
"I told you. My patient needs me."
"Oh what are you going to do? Hold her hand? That's what nurses are for! I need you to cook"
"House...." Wilson sighed. "I just can't make it tonight. You'll have to do what we did for all the years before you ever tasted my cooking. Call for take out. I have to run. Good luck." Before House could get in a word Wilson had hung up.
House stared in disbelief at the phone before looking up around his apartment then at the kitchen. This was supposed to be special. Something romantic, but with Wilson there as a buffer to keep it from seeming too date like or too mushy. With the perk of keeping Chase away from that damn club and all the vampires and werewolves.
House got to his feet and when into the kitchen. How the hell was he supposed to romance Chase with take out and no Wilson buffer?!
He opened his refrigerator and glared at the contents. He'd started keeping more food in the apartment after he'd discovered Wilson's cooking skills. Only problem was he couldn't use any of the damn stuff to save his life. There was a reason why he lived on sandwiches, canned soup, and take out. Cooking was one skill he'd never been able to master.
He started grabbing random ingredients that he thought would go together. "Carrots, celery, left over chicken, err whatever this is, potatoes. Yeah. Yeah I can make something out of this. Sure." He dumped the arm full of food onto the counter.
He grabbed a frying pan from over the cabinet and put it on the stove, turning on the burner under it.
Why was he doing all of this?! So what if Chase wanted to get him self killed and when House saved his skinny ass he got all cranky with him cause he wouldn't talk about his feelings. Why should he have to talk about feelings?! He spent a week following Chase around, researching, and then dressed up and spent hours in a loud, smoky, club full of man-eating monsters for the guy! Didn't that count for anything?!
He absentmindedly chopped up the vegetables and tossed them into the pan, not noticing the instant smoking and burning.
"Chase had better appreciate all this. God, I didn't even go to all this trouble for Cameron!" He tossed another handful of vegetables and cut up chicken into the pan, then made a hiss of annoyance when he saw the burning and smoke. He grabbed a bottle of oil and tossed it on the smoking vegetables hoping the liquid would stop the burning.
"God dammit!" House yelled falling back a step as a plume of smoke and flame billowed up from the frying pan. He grabbed a near by pot lid and threw it at the pan, managing to smother out the flames, while producing a cloud of thick black smoke. He coughed and waved a hand in front of his face glaring at the ruin that was supposed to be his and Chase's romantic dinner.
Dammit.
He snatched the phone off the wall and speed-dialed Wilson's cell phone. "Wilson! How do you cook?!"
"Uh- err- what?" A very bewildered Wilson answered.
"Hey you're the one that dodged out of me! I just nearly set my apartment on fire trying to make dinner. Now tell me how to cook something without killing my self!"
"...You tried to cook? You?!"�
"Ha-ha yes .I can't cook to save my life I know. But the wombat must eat and I have to feed him."
"Uh- take out?"
"How the hell am I supposed to romance Chase with take out?! ..Err. I mean keep him from going to the club! The dangerous, dangerous club!"
"I knew it! You like him! You're.... wooing him!" House gritted his teeth. He could just hear the smug grin and accusing pointed finger.
"I am not! I don't need too anyway. I've had him already." House admitted poking a piece of what he thought used to be carrot with the tip of the knife.
"...You have?! You didn't tell me that! What else didn't you tell me?!"
"Uh- nothing? Anyway back to the problem you caused! You can't see a foot in front of you in my kitchen and the food is charcoal. Fix it!"
"We're talking about this later. What did you try to make?"
"Uh carrots, celery, potatoes and left over chicken."
"And what did you try to make with those?"
"Uh...hot carrots, celery, potato and chicken? I just cut it all up and threw it in a pan. Then it exploded."
"Oh god. Ok here's what you do. Clean up. Call a restaurant. Order something. Feed Chase. Watch movies. Never try to cook again."
"Wilson..." House growled in annoyance.
"I'm serious. Take out is a large step up from charcoal or a trip to the ER with food poisoning! It'll be fine. Just...be your self. If you haven't scared him off already by being you, you won't now."
"Fat lot of help you are!" House snapped slamming down the phone and glaring again at the mess. He tossed the still smoking pan into the freezer. "Screw this. I'll order take out and tell Chase I cooked." He growled, grabbing the phone and hitting the speed dial for one of his favorite restaurants that delivered.
---
House pulled out the food from the take out bag, dumping the mashed potatoes and steak tips into some clean pots he had found in the closet. He then dumped them from the pots into his best, mostly matched dishes, and placed the pots prominently in the sink. He draped a damp dishcloth over the faucet to complete the effect. There, hours of slaving in the kitchen over a hot stove. The smoke had mostly dissipated, hovering in the corners. House figured he could blame that on the stove.
He looked at the door at the knock. Early Wombat. He quickly crushed the containers, stuffed them in the bag, folded up the bag and shoved it in the back of his pants, He limped over to the door and opened it to see Chase fidgeting with the cuffs of his jacket and bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.
"Um hey! Hi. Uh how's it going?" Chase asked running a hand though his hair.
"Bit early."
Chase blinked and looked at his watch. "Erm...should I go?"
"Yeah get out of here! How dare you be 10 minutes early."� House slammed the door, counting to five before opening it again. Chase blinked at him.
"Idiot. Get in here." House said stepping back to let Chase in.
Chase smiled as he stepped in then frown and wrinkled his nose slightly, sniffing. "Do you smell smoke?"� House quickly ushered Chase to the table, taking his coat. He casually tossed the take out bag into the hall as he closed the door.
--Ch6--
Chase took a deep calming breath as he stood outside of House's door. "Ok. Ok I can do this. It's just dinner and movies with House and Dr. Wilson. It'll be fine. He's making nice. We won't talk about the other night we'll just have a nice fun time. All...three of us." After he finished giving him self a pep talk he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
A minute later the door opened and House looked out at him. "Um hey! Hi. Uh how's it going?" Chase asked running a hand though his hair.
"Bit early." House commented.
Chase blinked and looked at his watch. "Erm...should I go?" Oh God! I'm not even in the door yet and I've screwed up!
"Yeah get out of here! How dare you be 10 minutes early."� The door slammed in his face. He ignored the small voice in his head screaming for him to run. He stared at the door. It opened again.
"Idiot. Get in here." House said stepping back to let Chase in.
Chase smiled relieved as he stepped in then frowned and wrinkled his nose slightly, sniffing. "Do you smell smoke?"
House ushered Chase to the table, set with nice dining wear.
"Wow everything looks great. Where's Dr. Wilson?"
"Small problem there...one of his cancer kids took a turn for the worse and he's not coming."
"Oh."� "�Oh god. Oh god! Me! And House! Alone! Not even a club full of people a room away! Just the two of us and a romantic dinner and movies!'
Chase allowed himself a moment of hysteria before squashing his inner 14-year-old girl. "So you cooked? Wow it all looks amazing."
"This? It's nothing. Just a little something I whipped up. It's a House tradition. The recipes been in the family for generations. Secret Ingredients, all very hush hush." House spooned a helping of mashed potatoes on to his plate, trying to sound modest.
House was pleased with himself; chicks dug guys who could cook. Okay so technically chase wasn't a chick but still.
He popped a forkful of the potatoes in his mouth, and closed his eyes to enjoy it. God he loved their potatoes.
His pleasure was short lived and his eyes popped back open at the sound of a wombat in distress. Chase was hunched over coughing, with his hand to his mouth, red wine seeping through his fingers. "You're not supposed to breathe it, idiot."
Chase sniffed, and wiped his nose, trying to breathe deeply. After a moment the coughing subsided.
"Are you okay now?"
"Yeah," Chase sniffed again. "Sorry." Chase sounded less than apologetic, laughter coloring his voice.
House narrowed his eyes. "What?"
"Your plate." House looked down. There, nestled in his delicious potatoes was the remains of a hair net, the elastic dripping gravy. Dammit.
The blond reached over, poking the offending object with his fork. "I think I figured out the secret ingredient."
House ground his teeth and pushed back from the table and got to his feet. "Ahem I'd better clean this up."
Chase, still looking amused pushed back his own seat and grabbed the plates. "I'll take care of it."
House ran a hand over his face. God. This date was a disaster. The night was ruined. He might as well call it quits before anything else could go wrong. He went to get Chase's coat. When he got back Chase was pulling lunchmeat, bread, and other sandwich fixings out. "Err?"
"It's ok. I couldn't cook if a gun was being held to my head. I'm very used to sandwiches." Chase said grinning as he started making a sandwich.
House tossed Chases coat over the counter and moved to the butcher's block next to him. He pulled a bag of cheesy poofs out from under it "I have to hide them from Wilson. So uh...that, didn't disturb you too much?"
"No. It was amusing as hell...but not disturbing. Though I'd have strong words with where ever you called for takeout."
"Oh you can bet I will." House muttered slapping the top onto his sandwich.
Chase picked up his plate and moved out of the kitchen, into the moderately fresher air of the living room. "Come on lets go watch those movies. What'd you get?"
"Whatever is on." House said flipping on the TV and settling on the couch.
Chase snuggled in on the couch next to him, sinking into the broken in cushion and snatched the remote away ignoring the glare. He started flipping through the channels.
House snatched his remote back. "And they say I have ADD? Here. Mystery Science Theater 3000. Snarky comments about lame movies are always welcome."
Chase pouted at having the remote taken but didn't object to the movie choice.
They settled back to watch Merlin's Shop of Mystical Wonders and laugh at the snarky comments.
"So...going to tell me why you spend your nights playing vampire?" House asked, taking advantage of a commercial for kitty litter.
Chase stiffened. "I thought we weren't going to talk about that."
"Who told you that?"
"I- It's just- I thought this was supposed to be...fun."
"You're not having fun?"
"I was!"
"Hey you're the one who's been harassing me to talk! So talk already! What are you doing?"
Chase crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. "I like it ok? It's fun. I'm an intensivist. Sick and dying people surround me all the time. It's nice to play in a world where you don't have to worry about that. It's a game. You have your monster trucks and soaps and other hobbies and I have this. Why is that so hard for you to understand?!"
"...So you hang out with walking dead people because you're tired of death? Wow. Great logic."
"Un-dead. Not dead. Vampires, not zombies. Immortal creatures who die young and stay pretty. Who live forever. Who don't grow old or get sick or die permanently. Who can heal from nearly any injury. Come on you have to admit it's a nice fantasy! And like I said it's fun. Dressing up in nice clothes, dancing, drinking, and talking. Being someone else for a few hours. Not having to worry about diagnosing a dying person or trying to revive coding patients. Just... living in a different world for a few hours a week. Is there anything really that horrible about that? I love my job. You know I do. But sometime I just need a break from the death and sickness. And The Bloody is how I do that." Chase slowly relaxed as he spoke, getting rather dreamy sounding as he described why he loved his role-playing.
House shook his head. "I still can not wrap my head around hanging out with corpses as a break from death but I have no real problems with you wanting to play vampire."�
"Glad you approve"�
"You're Welcome. But why do you have to do it with real vampires who could really kill you?!"
Chase silently shook with laughter. "God House if I didn't already know you were insane from working with you I'd be worrying about your mental health. You really need to get off this 'Vampires are real.' kick of yours. I've been there at least once a week most of the time for almost two years now! I think I'd know if there were real vampires there. Not to mention"�Vampires. Are. Not. Real. Seriously House look into therapy."
House turned to give Chase an outraged look. "You, the little vampire groupie who can't even tell a real vampire from a fake one, is telling me to get therapy?!"
Chase smiled at him in amusement. "Yes."
"Oh for.... I should make you look up every possible cause runny noses or something. If only because you so clearly should not be treating patients if you can't even detect a lack of vital signs in a person you're making out with!"
Chase tilted his head studying House in confusion. "...Huh?"
"Your little girlfriend? From the clinic last week? Tall, black curly hair, pale to sort of blue? You were making out with her right before I saved you from The Hulk of a vampire."
"Dru? Oh come on she wears makeup!"
House covered his eyes with a hand for a moment. "Ok I'm going to really hope it's because you're normally drunk off your ass when you're with her. But how can you not notice the lack of vital signs?!"
"...I'm not generally playing doctor when I'm at the Bloody...." Chase said still looking at House like he was nuts.
"Chase I knew in about two minutes after meeting her! Then she confessed after you got paged to the ICU!"
"...She did?" Chase shook her head. "She was probably screwing with your head. She and Harem can be weird like that."
House rolled his eyes. "Ok fine. I give up. For now. But I will get it though your thick duckie skull if I have to hit you with a 2x4 to do it!" House warned him, before settling back, using Chase as a convenient pillow.
"Good boy. Now shh, the movie's on"�
"Woof."� House muttered.
Chase grinned and fed him a cheesy poof turning his concentration back to the television set.
---
As the credits started to roll House stretched and sat up off Chase, inducing a small whine of protest at the loss.
House smirked over at him.
Chase blushed slightly and stretched looking away and over at the TV. "Oh hey look! The Wizard of Oz is coming on next!"
"What? Oh don't tell you want to watch that? I know I called you a 14 year old girl but you don't have to make it true!"
"I'm not being a 14 year old girl. I've always liked this move since I was a little kid."
"You know you're just confirming all the gays loving Judy Garland stereotypes." House warned him smirking.
"I don't like the movie because of Judy Garland!" Chase snapped "...I had a crush on the tin man..." He mumbled blushing.
House sigh dramatically and leaned back against Chase as the movie started. "Fine we'll watch it. The monkey's give me nightmares, but if it makes you happy. You owe me."
Chase grinned and wrapped his arms around House. "Whatever you say."
"I'll remember you said that." House muttered as he settled in watching the opening scene.
---
As the final credits started Chase stretched and yawned. "That was great. I never get tired of watching that. It wasn't too horrible for you right? House?" He looked down and had to grin. House was sound asleep using him as a pillow. He tried to slide out from under him and yelped quietly as House squirmed, squishing him further into the pillow. Chase sighed and settled in as the next movie started. He had slept in more uncomfortable places.
--Ch7--
House woke up in pain and wondering where the hell he was. He reached for his Vicodin and popped one into her mouth before he did anything else.
Once that was taken care of he looked around to see that he was sleeping on his couch. With Chase. Or rather on top of Chase.
He smirked at how young and innocent and.... just plain cute Chase looked asleep. Then his eyes nearly popped out when he was what time it was. He whacked Chase on the shoulder. "Hey wake up Blondie!"
"Mmph. Just five more minutes mum..." Chase mumbled.
House rolled his eyes and poked Chase harder. "It's 8:30 AM! Rise and shine, we're going to be late."
Chase opened his eyes and blinked at House for a moment. "What...? House? What? Oh God! You fell asleep. Then I did! What time is it?!"
"It's 8:30. Why didn't you wake me up if you knew I fell asleep?"
"Err- you looked like you could use the sleep. Hell! I have to go! I have to shower and change and oh bloody hell!" Chase yelped jumping up.
House snickered. "You do realize I'm your boss right? I think I can let you off easy this once."
Chase blinked then grinned. "Oh. Right. Well we still have to get to work I know you're frequently late, but I can't be late. I'm supposed to relieve Dr. Smith in the ICU! He's been on for two shifts and if I'm late that means he has to stay-"
"Oh fine, fine you big baby! Come on we'll share a shower. Save lots of time and water that way." House said leering at Chase.
Chase laughed and gave House a quick kiss. "I somehow doubt that if we're in the shower together it will be anything close to fast."
House pouted at him. "You don't want to shower with me?"
"Work House. Work! Now go get ready."�
House rolled his eyes. "Fine but I want breakfast."�
Chase pulled House to his feet, pointing him in the direction of his bedroom. "Deal. Now go"�
True to his word, breakfast was waiting for House on the table when he wandered out of the shower five minutes later. It wasn't exactly fair to call a turkey sandwich and a bowl of cheesy poofs breakfast, but at least there were no visible hairnets.
"It was either that or the chicken-veggie popsicle in the freezer."� Chase explained, disappearing into the bedroom. "At least I didn't burn my meal."� He called out over the sound of the shower.
House narrowed his eyes then got an evil grin. He hauled him self to his feet and followed Chase. He peeked into the steamy bathroom, making sure Chase was in the shower. Quickly he grabbed the stack of clothes and mound of clean towels, hurrying back to the living room.
He stuffed everything under the couch cushions then sat down with his breakfast, flipping on the TV like nothing happened.
A few minutes later Chase stalked back into the living room and stood dripping wet, naked in front of House, hands on hips. "What. Did. You. Do?!"
House managed to slap a look of innocence on his face though the haze of lust. "Uh- what? I did something?"
"Well unless you have clothes and towel stealing gnomes, then yes you bloody well did something!" Chase snapped.
"No clue what you're talking about. You should really dry off before you catch cold." House said innocently.
Chase narrowed his eyes then pulled House to his feet and wrapped him self around him like an anaconda.
House groaned, but grinned thinking he'd won. At least until Chase stepped away from him. "Dry now. I'll just go borrow something of yours to wear into work. You'd better hurry up. You're all wet and seem to have a nasty case of swelling there." Chase said, backing away from House. He paused to grab the corner of a towel sticking out from under the couch cushion and started drying his hair with it as he walked back to House's bedroom.
House stood frozen in shock and lust before he started laughing. Oh Chase was going to be fun
to play with! He might even manage to get up to his and Wilson's level of Evil!
He grabbed Chase's clothes from under the couch cushion and followed Chase into the bedroom. He tossed the pile at the blond as he went to his dresser and pulled out clothes to change into for work. Chase pulled on his pants, but stuffed his shirt under House's pillow.
Chase watched the older man as he dressed, admiring the view. Chase reached out and snatched one of House's shirts from out of the closet, pulling it on. It was a little big but it was comfortable. He snuck up behind House as the older doctor was fighting with the buttons on his pants and wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing up against his back. He licked at the nape of his neck and bit it lightly, smiling against the sensitive skin as House groaned. He pressed a kiss to the same spot. "Time to go."
"Bed."
"No."
"Sex."
Chase chuckled. House was rarely reduced to one word. "No."
"Now!"
"No. Come on we'll be late."
House groaned again, in frustration, but obediently followed the young blond out of the bedroom. Chase had already slid into his coat and he handed House his own. House yanked it from him and put it on, letting himself be ushered into the hallway. He was however, determined to at least have the last word. "And don't think I don't know what you're wearing under that coat, you dirty little thief."

The End
(for now)
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