(house) here comes emptiness crashing in
Title: Here Comes Emptiness Crashing In
Fandom: House
Characters: Chase, implied Chase/Cameron
Summary: Gapfiller, picks up at the end of episode 207.
Notes: Followed by Top Secret.
The sound of the turning deadbolt reverberated off the walls of the silent apartment suite. The darkness of the entry way was all-consuming like an underground crypt, and as Chase made his way down the hallway, he felt as if he were back in the catacombs of the ancient cathedrals he would visit as a child. A flip of a switch, and the memories were gone, lost to the rich furnishings before him that never quite felt like home.
He tossed his bag carelessly onto the leather sofa and headed for the small bar that sat between the twin bay windows. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers outlining the rim of an empty glass that sat overturned as if waiting to be filled. Tie loosened, and a sweep of the hand through his hair, Chase reached for a bottle. Gin. Completely unopened and previously untouched, yet always there, as if it served as a reminder of something tragic. The tonic water was in his hand before he realized it, and as he added the gin into the shallow glass, his eyes burned at the familiar scent. When the liquor finally met his lips, his stomach lurched as if in protest. But then came the calm. The warm and numbing sensation that filled him to his very extremities. He took another drink and winced, brushing his tongue across the inside of his stinging lower lip. Maybe this was not such a fine idea.
He set the gin and tonic down and began to walk away, but then in one quick movement, returned and finished off the drink. Placing the empty glass upside-down on the counter, he turned his back on the bar and moved toward the large windows. With the curtains brushed aside, he could see the edge of the campus through the hazy pre-dawn light. As he stood with his weight against the wall, his eyes focused on the street lamp until it became just a florescent blur and his mind wandered back to the light, the heat, the contact of the night before. Even if he were the type of person to be filled with regret over each and every spontaneous decision, it would not apply to last night. It would not apply to Cameron and the result of months of anticipation. “Why are you so calm?” His eyes wandered back toward the bar. Everybody lies.
- July 14, 2006
Fandom: House
Characters: Chase, implied Chase/Cameron
Summary: Gapfiller, picks up at the end of episode 207.
Notes: Followed by Top Secret.
The sound of the turning deadbolt reverberated off the walls of the silent apartment suite. The darkness of the entry way was all-consuming like an underground crypt, and as Chase made his way down the hallway, he felt as if he were back in the catacombs of the ancient cathedrals he would visit as a child. A flip of a switch, and the memories were gone, lost to the rich furnishings before him that never quite felt like home.
He tossed his bag carelessly onto the leather sofa and headed for the small bar that sat between the twin bay windows. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers outlining the rim of an empty glass that sat overturned as if waiting to be filled. Tie loosened, and a sweep of the hand through his hair, Chase reached for a bottle. Gin. Completely unopened and previously untouched, yet always there, as if it served as a reminder of something tragic. The tonic water was in his hand before he realized it, and as he added the gin into the shallow glass, his eyes burned at the familiar scent. When the liquor finally met his lips, his stomach lurched as if in protest. But then came the calm. The warm and numbing sensation that filled him to his very extremities. He took another drink and winced, brushing his tongue across the inside of his stinging lower lip. Maybe this was not such a fine idea.
He set the gin and tonic down and began to walk away, but then in one quick movement, returned and finished off the drink. Placing the empty glass upside-down on the counter, he turned his back on the bar and moved toward the large windows. With the curtains brushed aside, he could see the edge of the campus through the hazy pre-dawn light. As he stood with his weight against the wall, his eyes focused on the street lamp until it became just a florescent blur and his mind wandered back to the light, the heat, the contact of the night before. Even if he were the type of person to be filled with regret over each and every spontaneous decision, it would not apply to last night. It would not apply to Cameron and the result of months of anticipation. “Why are you so calm?” His eyes wandered back toward the bar. Everybody lies.
- July 14, 2006