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“Want to grab lunch?”
Chase literally shrieked and jumped at the sudden voice in the exam room, sending the kidney dish with remnants of a tetanus vaccination flying in the air and landing with a clatter at his and Foreman’s feet. “Fuck,” he cursed softly, bending to pick it all up. He glanced up at Foreman. “I’m not hungry, mate. But cheers for the offer.”
Foreman leaned against the door jamb with his arms crossed. “What’s going on, man? House said you were acting weird, but I thought he was just being a jerk.”
“House is always a jerk,” Chase mumbled, carefully scooping the used syringe into the dish and standing back up. “There’s nothing wrong.”
Foreman snorted. “See, now I know you’re lying, because you never turn down lunch. You usually have an appetite on you like a starving dog,” he pointed out.
Chase frowned, discarding the waste into the contaminated disposal bin. He peeled his gloves off and tossed them in too. “Gee, thanks.” He moved to the sink and started washing his hands. “It’s nothing you have to worry yourself about.”
“But it is something.”
Chase growled in frustration, shredding some paper from the roll and wiping the moisture off his hands far too roughly than necessary. “No, I just thought I would start morphing into House as a hobby,” he snapped. “It’s nothing and I’m not hungry.” He felt the frustration and slight anger bubbling under his skin and wanting to explode all over the walls in a bloody mess.
“You and Cameron have broken up, haven’t you?” Foreman tried to guess, not planning on letting up until he convinced Chase to get lunch.
“No! Fuck! We broke up months ago!” Chase exploded. “Happy now? Going to run to House and gloat?! Do a little ‘I told you so’ dance? Or how about this for a laugh? I finally did what everyone expected me to do and knocked someone up! There. That should give you and House enough ammunition to keep you going until Christmas 2080!” He stormed past Foreman out into the Clinic reception, slapping the patient file he’d just finished with down onto the desk and continuing out of the Clinic. Thank god his shift in there was done.
It took Foreman a few moments to overcome his shock at Chase’s confessions, but he dragged his composure back and ran after his ex-workmate. “Chase!” he called, running to catch up with the Aussie. He fell into step beside him. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, genuinely curious.
Chase stopped walking and looked at him. “You mean, am I going to advise an abortion?” he sneered, putting his hands on his hips.
“Well, you have to admit it’s not exactly what you need right now with your new job in surgical. They peg you to step in as department head when Taylor retires,” Foreman replied, watching Chase closely. “A kid can’t be on your books. Who is she?”
Chase’s nose creased a little as if he’d encountered a bad smell. “That’s none of your fucking business. And who are you to assume anything is on my books?” He held Foreman’s gaze, his blue eyes filled with a cool anger. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone about this.”
Foreman frowned, but nodded. “Yeah, it’s not my place anyway. But you’re angry for a reason. You can’t want this.”
“I’m angry because she works in a dangerous job and I’m worried about her.”
Foreman raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “I’m supposed to believe that this chick you knocked up is the love of your life and you, Dr Fuck-Everyone, is going to quit the bachelor life and do the right thing by her?” He laughed. “Yeah, right, man.”
Chase’s eyes flashed. “Fuck you,” he said and spun around to stalk away.
justalilcontact used with Mun's permission. Chase is not affiliated with any Foreman muses, therefore this is not binding on Foreman muses out there. Relates to and follows all posts previously in THIS Chase/Rogue storyline.
Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 638
“Want to grab lunch?”
Chase literally shrieked and jumped at the sudden voice in the exam room, sending the kidney dish with remnants of a tetanus vaccination flying in the air and landing with a clatter at his and Foreman’s feet. “Fuck,” he cursed softly, bending to pick it all up. He glanced up at Foreman. “I’m not hungry, mate. But cheers for the offer.”
Foreman leaned against the door jamb with his arms crossed. “What’s going on, man? House said you were acting weird, but I thought he was just being a jerk.”
“House is always a jerk,” Chase mumbled, carefully scooping the used syringe into the dish and standing back up. “There’s nothing wrong.”
Foreman snorted. “See, now I know you’re lying, because you never turn down lunch. You usually have an appetite on you like a starving dog,” he pointed out.
Chase frowned, discarding the waste into the contaminated disposal bin. He peeled his gloves off and tossed them in too. “Gee, thanks.” He moved to the sink and started washing his hands. “It’s nothing you have to worry yourself about.”
“But it is something.”
Chase growled in frustration, shredding some paper from the roll and wiping the moisture off his hands far too roughly than necessary. “No, I just thought I would start morphing into House as a hobby,” he snapped. “It’s nothing and I’m not hungry.” He felt the frustration and slight anger bubbling under his skin and wanting to explode all over the walls in a bloody mess.
“You and Cameron have broken up, haven’t you?” Foreman tried to guess, not planning on letting up until he convinced Chase to get lunch.
“No! Fuck! We broke up months ago!” Chase exploded. “Happy now? Going to run to House and gloat?! Do a little ‘I told you so’ dance? Or how about this for a laugh? I finally did what everyone expected me to do and knocked someone up! There. That should give you and House enough ammunition to keep you going until Christmas 2080!” He stormed past Foreman out into the Clinic reception, slapping the patient file he’d just finished with down onto the desk and continuing out of the Clinic. Thank god his shift in there was done.
It took Foreman a few moments to overcome his shock at Chase’s confessions, but he dragged his composure back and ran after his ex-workmate. “Chase!” he called, running to catch up with the Aussie. He fell into step beside him. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, genuinely curious.
Chase stopped walking and looked at him. “You mean, am I going to advise an abortion?” he sneered, putting his hands on his hips.
“Well, you have to admit it’s not exactly what you need right now with your new job in surgical. They peg you to step in as department head when Taylor retires,” Foreman replied, watching Chase closely. “A kid can’t be on your books. Who is she?”
Chase’s nose creased a little as if he’d encountered a bad smell. “That’s none of your fucking business. And who are you to assume anything is on my books?” He held Foreman’s gaze, his blue eyes filled with a cool anger. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone about this.”
Foreman frowned, but nodded. “Yeah, it’s not my place anyway. But you’re angry for a reason. You can’t want this.”
“I’m angry because she works in a dangerous job and I’m worried about her.”
Foreman raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “I’m supposed to believe that this chick you knocked up is the love of your life and you, Dr Fuck-Everyone, is going to quit the bachelor life and do the right thing by her?” He laughed. “Yeah, right, man.”
Chase’s eyes flashed. “Fuck you,” he said and spun around to stalk away.
justalilcontact used with Mun's permission. Chase is not affiliated with any Foreman muses, therefore this is not binding on Foreman muses out there. Relates to and follows all posts previously in THIS Chase/Rogue storyline.
Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 638