We Gotta Stop Pretending three
A/N: I'm a little pissed about the Chase/Cameron wedding. Minus the 'little'. Just saying... *Grumbles and continues story*
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Chase laid on the couch lifeless for so long House was sure he was dead. He lifted his cane and poked Chase's ribs once. He stirred, batted the cane with his hand and flipped to the other side.
"You can't ignore me forever." House reminded him.
"I know. Just let me do it now at least." Chase mumbled. House grabbed Chase's arm and pulled him up.
"You need to get up."
"You need to-" The room spun as Chase sat up. His head began to pound as his breathing became labored.
"Chase?" House questioned. He moved just in time before Chase threw up.
"You're cleaning this up when you're done." House sneered. Chase had no energy to fight at this moment.
"You know you have a problem. Ergo, you know what you need to do." Chase stared at him, indicating that no, he had no idea. House sighed, and rested his hand on Chase's shoulder.
"You need to go to rehab."
"I do not!" He batted House's hand away and stood up cautiously.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot. Normal people drink a whole liquor cabinet by themselves." He was about to deny that when he looked over and saw. He had pretty much cleaned it out. House walked over to Chase and looked with him.
"It'll be good for you."
"Me?! You take Vicodin like it's candy! Don't talk to me about rehab!" He knew Chase was right, but he also knew he could get Chase to do what he wanted. he needed to be creative about his tactics.
"Why did House leave early?" Cuddy questioned Chase the next day. "And where the hell were you yesterday?"
"I was sick. And I don't know where House is."
"Figures. When he has Clinic hours, he's nowhere to be seen." She sighed and shook her head. "Well, when you see him, tell him he owes me." She spun around on her heels and was gone. Chase still didn't know why House left early without mentioning it to him. He saw House's car in the driveway, and Chase was overcome with fear. What was he doing? Did he kill himself? Was he in there with another guy? Trembling, he opened the front door. It was suspiciously quiet, and it made Chase even more bewildered.
"House?" he called to the empty rooms. Before he could say House's name again, music blared from the other room.
"They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go."
House came out from the room and grinned. Chase was not amused.
"Really, House? Are you serious? Amy Winehouse?"
"What?" House looked at Chase with mock offense. "I happen to like her. Coincidence you came in during that song." Chase stormed out, but House was able to stop him.
"Oh, come on. I just care about you."
"Bull-fucking-shit!" Chase spun around, tears in his eyes. "You want me to go to rehab so you can do the exact thing I'm doing!"
"You think I want you in rehab....to drink?" Chase nodded.
"Robert, if you drink like that one more time, you can kill yourself."
"Oh, save your doctor bullshit nonsense for someone else." He slammed the bedroom door, making sure to lock it. House was not interested in that at the moment, he was too busy calling the one person he knew Chase would listen to.
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Chase laid on the couch lifeless for so long House was sure he was dead. He lifted his cane and poked Chase's ribs once. He stirred, batted the cane with his hand and flipped to the other side.
"You can't ignore me forever." House reminded him.
"I know. Just let me do it now at least." Chase mumbled. House grabbed Chase's arm and pulled him up.
"You need to get up."
"You need to-" The room spun as Chase sat up. His head began to pound as his breathing became labored.
"Chase?" House questioned. He moved just in time before Chase threw up.
"You're cleaning this up when you're done." House sneered. Chase had no energy to fight at this moment.
"You know you have a problem. Ergo, you know what you need to do." Chase stared at him, indicating that no, he had no idea. House sighed, and rested his hand on Chase's shoulder.
"You need to go to rehab."
"I do not!" He batted House's hand away and stood up cautiously.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot. Normal people drink a whole liquor cabinet by themselves." He was about to deny that when he looked over and saw. He had pretty much cleaned it out. House walked over to Chase and looked with him.
"It'll be good for you."
"Me?! You take Vicodin like it's candy! Don't talk to me about rehab!" He knew Chase was right, but he also knew he could get Chase to do what he wanted. he needed to be creative about his tactics.
"Why did House leave early?" Cuddy questioned Chase the next day. "And where the hell were you yesterday?"
"I was sick. And I don't know where House is."
"Figures. When he has Clinic hours, he's nowhere to be seen." She sighed and shook her head. "Well, when you see him, tell him he owes me." She spun around on her heels and was gone. Chase still didn't know why House left early without mentioning it to him. He saw House's car in the driveway, and Chase was overcome with fear. What was he doing? Did he kill himself? Was he in there with another guy? Trembling, he opened the front door. It was suspiciously quiet, and it made Chase even more bewildered.
"House?" he called to the empty rooms. Before he could say House's name again, music blared from the other room.
"They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go."
House came out from the room and grinned. Chase was not amused.
"Really, House? Are you serious? Amy Winehouse?"
"What?" House looked at Chase with mock offense. "I happen to like her. Coincidence you came in during that song." Chase stormed out, but House was able to stop him.
"Oh, come on. I just care about you."
"Bull-fucking-shit!" Chase spun around, tears in his eyes. "You want me to go to rehab so you can do the exact thing I'm doing!"
"You think I want you in rehab....to drink?" Chase nodded.
"Robert, if you drink like that one more time, you can kill yourself."
"Oh, save your doctor bullshit nonsense for someone else." He slammed the bedroom door, making sure to lock it. House was not interested in that at the moment, he was too busy calling the one person he knew Chase would listen to.