[ChasePuppy!Fic]
Title: The One Where Chase Was a Puppy
Summary: Chase is a puppy.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Ship, Characters: House/Wilson (Chase/Foreman)
Warning: Transformation!Animals, Sly!Humor, Same Universe as the Kitten!Fic
Author's Note: Surprisingly, thedeadparrot had little to do with this. She just beta'd it.
Chase was so adorable with those big-floppy ears, and silky-golden coat, and those sad, sad, large eyes. Wilson convinced House to adopt him. House said no. He hated dogs (foul creatures). Furthermore, it would piss off Sevy and Voldy. But, But! Those eyes! They couldn't send him to the pound (or worse, give him to Foreman. Who, oddly enough, expressed interest in puppy Chase).
Wilson was such a schmuck. Or maybe Wilson was a genius, and House was the schmuck. They brought Chase home.
*
The oral fixation only intensified. Chase chewed everything in sight -- including House's cane and Wilson's shoes.
*
They watched 'Planet Earth' on the Discovery Channel, because it's the only thing they all could agree on. Chase sat on the floor, staring at the television, wagging his tail, and barking at all the sudden movements.
"Chase." House barked. The puppy perked up its ears and looked straight at its master. Uncanny: same expression in dog and human form. It was fear, and eagerness, and other stuff (like love). The puppy whimpered, and tried to place its head on House's good knee. House pushed it down to the floor. That's when Wilson called Chase over. He allowed him to climb onto his side of the couch; even helped Chase up, and let him plop down on his lap. He rubbed his belly until the puppy fell asleep with its mouth open and tongue hanging out.
*
Sevy and Voldy hissed and ran Chase into the corner of the kitchen. Wilson and House left Chase to sort out his own mess.
*
Chase could not be left alone, so they brought him into the hospital and kept him on the balcony. He always whimpered at the glass door, and barked, and tried to get inside. Sometimes, if the weather was nice, they held the differentials on the balcony. (But Foreman and Cameron hated this; the puppy always tried to lick Cameron's face and ignored Foreman.) The minions rolled their eyes and realized that House had finally lost his mind. For Real.
*
Wilson had lost ten-pounds from his morning runs through the park with Chase. On Saturdays they played frisbe. Foreman often stopped by. House was never invited, because he was a spoil-sport. (Chase loved Saturdays.)
*
"Chase bit me," House said.
"Shocking."
"He bit me!"
Wilson snorted and walked down the hall.
*
Wilson scolded House for giving Chase table scraps under the table. House did it anyway.
*
Wilson and House fumbled toward the bedroom. So horny. Tee-shirt wouldn't come off. Needed lube... But shit, shit, they were out! How were they out? All right... improvise... to the kitchen. Wilson tripped on pants. Barely made it down the hall. It took forever for House to get up (least he did). Wilson took over; he was about to -- finally -- enter House.
Chase started barking. Both of them told him to shut-the-fuck-up. They were busy. Hopefully. He bolted into the kitchen and barked. They ignored him, but he would not cease howling.
"Fine, Fine." Wilson got up, thought about his mother naked, and then took Chase out to pee.
(They put up ads on Craig's List the next morning.)
*
House and Wilson lunched together. Wilson stole House's chips, and House picked at Wilson's fries. "The nurse from peds backed out."
"Foreman's taking him." House took a beat, then said, "I told you."
"Yeah, yeah," Wilson waved him off.
The cafeteria door opened. Papers (that must be the latest test results) in hand, Chase stormed through the room and walked right up to them. "Uh-Oh," House said. Chase glared at them. He threw the test results in House's kecthup. "Ms. Jones doesn't have cancer."
"Good," Wilson said.
"And..." Chase unfolded the print-out. "YOU NAME YOUR PUPPY AFTER ME?"
"It was his idea," House pointed at Wilson.
"You?" Chase hissed. He looked like some slapped him. Et tu, Brute!
"Uh... " Wilson slipped on his little smile, "It was a compliment."
"Jackass." Chase reached over and grabbed the Wilson's bag of chips. Then he walked away.
"Aww..." House said. "Someone just realized you're not Mr. Nice Guy."
"You're welcome. Wouldn't want him to cry."
Both of them knew that House named the puppy.
Summary: Chase is a puppy.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Ship, Characters: House/Wilson (Chase/Foreman)
Warning: Transformation!Animals, Sly!Humor, Same Universe as the Kitten!Fic
Author's Note: Surprisingly, thedeadparrot had little to do with this. She just beta'd it.
Chase was so adorable with those big-floppy ears, and silky-golden coat, and those sad, sad, large eyes. Wilson convinced House to adopt him. House said no. He hated dogs (foul creatures). Furthermore, it would piss off Sevy and Voldy. But, But! Those eyes! They couldn't send him to the pound (or worse, give him to Foreman. Who, oddly enough, expressed interest in puppy Chase).
Wilson was such a schmuck. Or maybe Wilson was a genius, and House was the schmuck. They brought Chase home.
*
The oral fixation only intensified. Chase chewed everything in sight -- including House's cane and Wilson's shoes.
*
They watched 'Planet Earth' on the Discovery Channel, because it's the only thing they all could agree on. Chase sat on the floor, staring at the television, wagging his tail, and barking at all the sudden movements.
"Chase." House barked. The puppy perked up its ears and looked straight at its master. Uncanny: same expression in dog and human form. It was fear, and eagerness, and other stuff (like love). The puppy whimpered, and tried to place its head on House's good knee. House pushed it down to the floor. That's when Wilson called Chase over. He allowed him to climb onto his side of the couch; even helped Chase up, and let him plop down on his lap. He rubbed his belly until the puppy fell asleep with its mouth open and tongue hanging out.
*
Sevy and Voldy hissed and ran Chase into the corner of the kitchen. Wilson and House left Chase to sort out his own mess.
*
Chase could not be left alone, so they brought him into the hospital and kept him on the balcony. He always whimpered at the glass door, and barked, and tried to get inside. Sometimes, if the weather was nice, they held the differentials on the balcony. (But Foreman and Cameron hated this; the puppy always tried to lick Cameron's face and ignored Foreman.) The minions rolled their eyes and realized that House had finally lost his mind. For Real.
*
Wilson had lost ten-pounds from his morning runs through the park with Chase. On Saturdays they played frisbe. Foreman often stopped by. House was never invited, because he was a spoil-sport. (Chase loved Saturdays.)
*
"Chase bit me," House said.
"Shocking."
"He bit me!"
Wilson snorted and walked down the hall.
*
Wilson scolded House for giving Chase table scraps under the table. House did it anyway.
*
Wilson and House fumbled toward the bedroom. So horny. Tee-shirt wouldn't come off. Needed lube... But shit, shit, they were out! How were they out? All right... improvise... to the kitchen. Wilson tripped on pants. Barely made it down the hall. It took forever for House to get up (least he did). Wilson took over; he was about to -- finally -- enter House.
Chase started barking. Both of them told him to shut-the-fuck-up. They were busy. Hopefully. He bolted into the kitchen and barked. They ignored him, but he would not cease howling.
"Fine, Fine." Wilson got up, thought about his mother naked, and then took Chase out to pee.
(They put up ads on Craig's List the next morning.)
*
House and Wilson lunched together. Wilson stole House's chips, and House picked at Wilson's fries. "The nurse from peds backed out."
"Foreman's taking him." House took a beat, then said, "I told you."
"Yeah, yeah," Wilson waved him off.
The cafeteria door opened. Papers (that must be the latest test results) in hand, Chase stormed through the room and walked right up to them. "Uh-Oh," House said. Chase glared at them. He threw the test results in House's kecthup. "Ms. Jones doesn't have cancer."
"Good," Wilson said.
"And..." Chase unfolded the print-out. "YOU NAME YOUR PUPPY AFTER ME?"
"It was his idea," House pointed at Wilson.
"You?" Chase hissed. He looked like some slapped him. Et tu, Brute!
"Uh... " Wilson slipped on his little smile, "It was a compliment."
"Jackass." Chase reached over and grabbed the Wilson's bag of chips. Then he walked away.
"Aww..." House said. "Someone just realized you're not Mr. Nice Guy."
"You're welcome. Wouldn't want him to cry."
Both of them knew that House named the puppy.