067 Snow
Title: Home
Fandom: House, MD
Characters: Eric Foreman/Robert Chase
Prompt: 067 Snow
Word Count: 691
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Chase and Foreman muse about home and of course, snow. Wintry fluff. Dedicated to andrealyn, who's having a bad day :(
"I'd never seen snow before coming here." Foreman looked at Chase questioningly given the fact that he was known to spend every chance he could on the slopes in Aspen and even in Europe when he had a little time to kill. Chase was an avid snowboarder, good enough to be approached by professional scouts. Foreman, on the other hand, wasn't much of a skier or snowboarder. He, Chase and Cameron had all gone to Vermont over Martin Luther King weekend and the photos they took were still floating around Radiology to this day.
"I used to spend the holidays in Sydney with my dad. It doesn't snow in Sydney." Foreman was stuck. He wasn't quite sure where to go. Rowan Chase had been dead for eight months and Chase, while he would never admit it out loud, was still bothered by the fact that he'd never gotten a chance to truly make amends with his father. Foreman, on the outside of the situation, could easily see that the two men were just alike in that neither particularly wanted to let go of guilt. Foreman decided to let the comment drop. If Chase wanted someone to pat his back and tell him he was okay, he'd go to Cameron or to the psychiatrist that the hospital required that he see at least twice a month.
It was cold on the roof of Princeton-Plainsboro and the wind had been picking up steadily all day. A few snowflakes began to fall to add to the inch or so that had accumulated earlier in the day. Foreman watched as Chase took off his scarf and re-wrapped it in an attempt to ward off the chill. However, the new configuration was still miserably ineffective. Chase left half his neck exposed with the loosely-knotted scarf positioned the way it was. Foreman chuckled slightly, earning a dark look from his colleague.
"What?" Chase's tone was sharp, much like the biting wind that was increasing along with the snowfall. Foreman didn't say anything, just reached for Chase's scarf and brushed a few snowflakes off before wrapping it around him where none of his neck was exposed. He found himself thinking that the blue scarf looked nice against Chase's skin, but that thought drifted away much like the snowflakes. He pulled his hat down over his ears and blew into his hands, gloves forgotten in his car that morning.
"Thanks. Mum always tried to show me that, when we went to Germany. We skied there. She taught me how to ski." Chase smiled then, the image of his mother helping him navigate the innocuous bunny slopes as a child sparking fond memories. He remembered being three or four and nearly breaking his ankle trying to learn how to navigate with the poles down the hill.
"Thought you said you'd never seen snow before you came here?" Chase looked at Foreman then, his nose and ears pink from the cold or perhaps embarrassment in being caught in a semi-lie. For Chase, snow didn't count unless it was at home. Visiting snow was one thing: anyone could go skiing and see snow. But, waking up some morning to see your lawn completely covered in snow? Waking up warm and toasty in bed and flipping on the television to see that school had been canceled? Chase never experienced any of that before coming to New Jersey.
"Snow doesn't count unless you're home. Anyone can go visit snow." Foreman laughed at that, but found it to be oddly true. Growing up in California, he'd always longed for a snow day that would never come. He remembered the first time he'd seen snow on the forecast for Princeton and thinking about how jealous his younger cousins back home would be.
"I guess you're right. So Princeton is home, huh?" Chase looked at Foreman and smiled, exhaling just enough to send a puff of snowflakes Foreman's way.
"Yeah. This is home for me. You?" Foreman returned Chase's smile and got up to go back inside, their short break over. He paused at the door to toss a reply over his shoulder.
"Yeah. It's home."
Fandom: House, MD
Characters: Eric Foreman/Robert Chase
Prompt: 067 Snow
Word Count: 691
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Chase and Foreman muse about home and of course, snow. Wintry fluff. Dedicated to andrealyn, who's having a bad day :(
"I'd never seen snow before coming here." Foreman looked at Chase questioningly given the fact that he was known to spend every chance he could on the slopes in Aspen and even in Europe when he had a little time to kill. Chase was an avid snowboarder, good enough to be approached by professional scouts. Foreman, on the other hand, wasn't much of a skier or snowboarder. He, Chase and Cameron had all gone to Vermont over Martin Luther King weekend and the photos they took were still floating around Radiology to this day.
"I used to spend the holidays in Sydney with my dad. It doesn't snow in Sydney." Foreman was stuck. He wasn't quite sure where to go. Rowan Chase had been dead for eight months and Chase, while he would never admit it out loud, was still bothered by the fact that he'd never gotten a chance to truly make amends with his father. Foreman, on the outside of the situation, could easily see that the two men were just alike in that neither particularly wanted to let go of guilt. Foreman decided to let the comment drop. If Chase wanted someone to pat his back and tell him he was okay, he'd go to Cameron or to the psychiatrist that the hospital required that he see at least twice a month.
It was cold on the roof of Princeton-Plainsboro and the wind had been picking up steadily all day. A few snowflakes began to fall to add to the inch or so that had accumulated earlier in the day. Foreman watched as Chase took off his scarf and re-wrapped it in an attempt to ward off the chill. However, the new configuration was still miserably ineffective. Chase left half his neck exposed with the loosely-knotted scarf positioned the way it was. Foreman chuckled slightly, earning a dark look from his colleague.
"What?" Chase's tone was sharp, much like the biting wind that was increasing along with the snowfall. Foreman didn't say anything, just reached for Chase's scarf and brushed a few snowflakes off before wrapping it around him where none of his neck was exposed. He found himself thinking that the blue scarf looked nice against Chase's skin, but that thought drifted away much like the snowflakes. He pulled his hat down over his ears and blew into his hands, gloves forgotten in his car that morning.
"Thanks. Mum always tried to show me that, when we went to Germany. We skied there. She taught me how to ski." Chase smiled then, the image of his mother helping him navigate the innocuous bunny slopes as a child sparking fond memories. He remembered being three or four and nearly breaking his ankle trying to learn how to navigate with the poles down the hill.
"Thought you said you'd never seen snow before you came here?" Chase looked at Foreman then, his nose and ears pink from the cold or perhaps embarrassment in being caught in a semi-lie. For Chase, snow didn't count unless it was at home. Visiting snow was one thing: anyone could go skiing and see snow. But, waking up some morning to see your lawn completely covered in snow? Waking up warm and toasty in bed and flipping on the television to see that school had been canceled? Chase never experienced any of that before coming to New Jersey.
"Snow doesn't count unless you're home. Anyone can go visit snow." Foreman laughed at that, but found it to be oddly true. Growing up in California, he'd always longed for a snow day that would never come. He remembered the first time he'd seen snow on the forecast for Princeton and thinking about how jealous his younger cousins back home would be.
"I guess you're right. So Princeton is home, huh?" Chase looked at Foreman and smiled, exhaling just enough to send a puff of snowflakes Foreman's way.
"Yeah. This is home for me. You?" Foreman returned Chase's smile and got up to go back inside, their short break over. He paused at the door to toss a reply over his shoulder.
"Yeah. It's home."