theatrical_muse | #295. Talk about the weather
#295 - Talk about the weather
VERSE: CANON (EPISODIC) - House, M.D. Episode 3x24 "Human Error"
It was pissing down rain and falling to darkness when Chase exited Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital that day. He had never been a particularly superstitious person, but damn, what sort of friggen karma was this? The entire contents of his locker were clutched in his arms, and although there was am umbrella there, he couldn't get it up without a need to first drop everything to juggle it into his hands. When it rained, it fucking poured. He was not only going to go home without a job, he was going to go home soaking wet and looking like a something a drowned rat coughed up.
He didn't really know what to do at first, and found himself just standing outside the hospital entrance letting the rain pelt down on him and plaster his drenched hair to his forehead. House really had just fired him. He blinked away some of the moisture dripping into his eyes and tried to replay in his mind the whole conversation - the whole day, even - that led to those blank, blunt words falling from House's sarcastic tongue 'You're fired.' His features twisted into a confused frown and he shook his head slightly with a brief, huffed laugh. What the fuck? He got fired because he did his job well? Or at least something along those lines. Learnt all he could, got to the end of the road, House didn't like peons having a voice... whatever it was, Chase was suddenly unemployed after investing four years of his time solely to the job; to try and learn how to operate like House. Not be like House, but to take what House was and use it as a tool to value medicine in a way no one else could possible teach. To see it as medicine and not a job, or a daycare centre for doctors to cater to their inner insecurities exhibiting in a need to save people. Chase had come to like and respect House. Not to kiss his arse and bow to his every whim like in the early days of his fellowship, but to know how to operate as his equal.
And now he was fired.
Chase had to laugh again at the irony. House had fired him because he knew he would land on his feet. He looked down at his feet, drenched blue Converse submerged in a shallow puddle on the edge of the footpath. His eyes narrowed a little with a slight hint of deviousness. He stepped out of the puddle and turned to head back into the hospital. Maybe his feet didn't need to land as far away as House might have anticipated...
- For more prompts in Chase's canon verse, please see THIS TABLE
Word Count | 442
VERSE: CANON (EPISODIC) - House, M.D. Episode 3x24 "Human Error"
It was pissing down rain and falling to darkness when Chase exited Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital that day. He had never been a particularly superstitious person, but damn, what sort of friggen karma was this? The entire contents of his locker were clutched in his arms, and although there was am umbrella there, he couldn't get it up without a need to first drop everything to juggle it into his hands. When it rained, it fucking poured. He was not only going to go home without a job, he was going to go home soaking wet and looking like a something a drowned rat coughed up.
He didn't really know what to do at first, and found himself just standing outside the hospital entrance letting the rain pelt down on him and plaster his drenched hair to his forehead. House really had just fired him. He blinked away some of the moisture dripping into his eyes and tried to replay in his mind the whole conversation - the whole day, even - that led to those blank, blunt words falling from House's sarcastic tongue 'You're fired.' His features twisted into a confused frown and he shook his head slightly with a brief, huffed laugh. What the fuck? He got fired because he did his job well? Or at least something along those lines. Learnt all he could, got to the end of the road, House didn't like peons having a voice... whatever it was, Chase was suddenly unemployed after investing four years of his time solely to the job; to try and learn how to operate like House. Not be like House, but to take what House was and use it as a tool to value medicine in a way no one else could possible teach. To see it as medicine and not a job, or a daycare centre for doctors to cater to their inner insecurities exhibiting in a need to save people. Chase had come to like and respect House. Not to kiss his arse and bow to his every whim like in the early days of his fellowship, but to know how to operate as his equal.
And now he was fired.
Chase had to laugh again at the irony. House had fired him because he knew he would land on his feet. He looked down at his feet, drenched blue Converse submerged in a shallow puddle on the edge of the footpath. His eyes narrowed a little with a slight hint of deviousness. He stepped out of the puddle and turned to head back into the hospital. Maybe his feet didn't need to land as far away as House might have anticipated...
- For more prompts in Chase's canon verse, please see THIS TABLE
Word Count | 442