the cautious losers and emotional wrecks (for Chase)

[sortofaman]

The Doctor had reverted to Plan C. Plan C was not particularly ideal, and in actuality it was hardly a plan at all, more a reactive mechanism until he could sort out what his actual plan was going to be, if he did at all, or until he couldn't take anymore

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[dr_robchase]

Chase felt more than irritated to see the Doctor than he thought he would. He wasn't sure why, exactly, but it had to do with the last fight they'd had that had been simmering and they hadn't exactly talked to each other. "I'm curious," he said, drawing out the words and letting his accent run rampant. "But why exactly are you treating me like I'm the plague?"

[sortofaman]

It took a moment for the Doctor to figure out exactly what Chase was saying. "You haven't exactly been Little Miss fucking Sunshine," he retorted, nibbling on the rubber of the pencil with his two front teeth. His gaze flicked upwards briefly, then back to the page, where he starred a quotation. "And you made it pretty clear that whatever I had to say wasn't relevant to you."

He'd responded before remembering that Chase only talked like that when he was either very horny or very angry, and that realisation was slowly sinking in.

[dr_robchase]

Chase suppressed a rolling of his eyes because it wasn't like he had wanted the conversation to spill into the day-to-day of things. Sure, it meant a lot to him, but not enough to make things this tense between them. "Will you at least put the work away so we can go to bed like normal people with a normal schedule for once?"

[sortofaman]

"Since when are we normal people," retorted the Doctor, but it was the kind of response that made him think that he was being a bit of a fucking child--the least he could do was be the sensible one. He closed the book, stuck the pencil behind his ear, and got up, hands on his hips.

[dr_robchase]

Chase shot the Doctor a dubious look because the question seemed absurd to him. "We're parents in a house with a garden," Chase deadpanned, cocking his brow up momentarily as he crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive measure. "How is that not normal? Why can't we spend a night like normal people, too?"

[sortofaman]

"We are highly abnormal normal," the Doctor replied, and he was already heading for the stairs because it had been a stupid thing to say and he was avoiding the very nature of discussing it any longer.

"Fine, come show me normal," he called after him.

[dr_robchase]

Chase followed along and when he got to the bedroom, he immediately yanked at the nearest pillow, shoving it on the bed. "It involves sleeping and not bickering for one night because I swear to god, I never thought I would have this in common with my parents."

[sortofaman]

"I'm not bickering," the Doctor said, "I'm dealing. This is my coping mechanism." He drawled the last words as he took his shirt off, indicating just his level of sarcasm.

[dr_robchase]

Chase fought the severe urge to roll his eyes and he managed, he really did. He took a heavy breath and looked the Doctor down and chewed on his lower lip. "Were you really this much of a jackass when we were dating?" Chase wondered as he started to arrange the pillows.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor looked at Chase over his shoulder. "Worse," he replied, lifting both brows at him and smirking a little. "I've mellowed. You complete me."

[dr_robchase]

Chase sat down heavily on the bed and wished to god that didn't make him cringe because right after his parents, the thing he hated most was out and out romantic crap. A little was nice, 'you complete me' made him choke on the sugar of it. "Sometimes," he muttered under his breath, "I feel like siccing House on you."

[sortofaman]

It had been terribly sardonic, though, which was probably why Chase had wanted to toss House on him. The Doctor was a romantic, just not like that.

"I'd give him all he was worth and you know it," he retorted, hands on his hips, turning back to Chase. "Greg House is not the be-all-end-all of smartarse bastards. Close, but not quite."

[dr_robchase]

"No, but he'd feel compelled to argue until you were in submission," Chase replied right back, sarcasm running over the words as he arched a brow the Doctor's way, sitting up in bed and not sure exactly that he wanted to go to bed this angry. "Or do you."

[sortofaman]

The Doctor took off his jeans, engaging in a massive, massive eyeroll. "Yes, because he's so effectual at either," he said, looking up from the floor and then sitting down on the bed.

[dr_robchase]

Chase just pressed his lips together and eyed the Doctor's neck, thoughts flickering through his mind as he debated what they were doing and why they were sniping and just what the hell was going on in general. "You have an answer for everything, don't you," he said, half under his breath.

[sortofaman]

"Would I be me if I didn't?" The Doctor slid under the duvet. His posture gave the impression that if he had been standing, his arms would have been crossed over his chest.

Honestly, now he was just being antagonistic for the sake of it, because Chase wouldn't back down.