In which there is epic bowling.

[cantstopourlove]

House was in a good mood. A very rare, possibly fleeting, very good mood. And there was only really one thing to do. He had already confirmed with Chase, since Wilson was out of town, and now he just needed to pick up his other lackey for what he always did when he was in a good mood. It was Wednesday, and that meant, it was bowling night. He blew into his building and went right for his door, pushing it open quickly and shouting into the apartment.

"Grab your shoes. We're going bowling."

Alec blinked up at House from his seat on the floor by the coffee table, a green 'Sorry' piece held poised in his hand. "What?"

God was sitting on the couch, one knee pulled up to her chest as she turned around over her shoulder to look at the cranky doctor who had just burst into the room. She blinked slightly at him before shrugging. "Great. I love bowling."

"Bowling. One of the few sports I can actually still do," House said as he hobbled over to where he left his gear. He then turned and looked at the blond woman sitting on his couch. "Who's she?"

"I've never been bowling." He put his piece down and bumped one of God's back home. He was remarkably alert and collected. "House this is. . ." He paused, turned from House to give her a wide eyed look, because he was pretty sure she didn't introduce herself as God.

"Gaia," God replied, before extending a hand to him. "I'm a friend from Seattle. And yes, he's really never been bowling."

House shook her hand, still a little confused but shaking it off. "All the more reason to take a trip to the lanes. Never too late to learn how to bowl."

He shrugged, also in a very rare, fairly good mood. "Sure. Bowling. I can do bowling. I think. I mean, I would assume?" He hadn't bothered to introduce House to God, because well, She knew everyone. He stood and stretched and then held out a hand to pull God to her feet. He was all about the small kindnesses with her.

"It's easy," she said with a smile. "Just roll the ball at the pins and trust the laws of physics."

"Exactly," House said with a nod. "Besides -- Chase is coming. I'd love it if you could kick his ass."

"Chase. . .the guy that patched my sorry self back together Chase?" He pat a hand against his thigh and Jinx appeared from where ever he had been lurking.

"Yup," House nodded. "He's annoyingly good at this, and I'd love for once to wipe the smug smirk off his face."

"I'll see what I can do, but I don't think I'm allowed to beat him by much. Unwritten law about him being one of the people that saved my life." He turned to God. "You any good at bowling?"

She shrugged. "I'm -- okay." Meaning that she's God, and by virtue of being God, she's good at a lot of things.

"When I say he's annoyingly good, I mean that he gets a strike nearly every frame," House said with a sigh. "I think you can edge out his close to perfect by being perfect."

Alec snorted, "I'll see what I can do." He shifted a look at God. "When Sera says you cheat at poker, do you cheat to win or to lose?"

She may have been pouting slightly. "I do not cheat." And then there was a hint of a smirk.

Alec laughs. Actually laughs. "I dunno, she seems pretty damned sure." He shrugs. "I cheat."

"Well, it's much harder to cheat at bowling," she said with a nod. "Well, easier to cheat to lose, but harder to cheat to win."

"And I've never heard of anyone sharking bowling. See this is one of the reasons I love board games. Chance to counteract skill." Alec paused mid step. "Do I actually have to wear those weird bowling shoes."

God nodded, before glancing between the two of them and then grinning. "Can we get cheese fries?"

"Sure." He suspected he was going to be eating a large number of them. "The shoes are a little scary."

"Eh, they're perfectly safe," God shrugged. "There's nothing in there that's gonna kill ya."

He cracks a small smirk and gives her a look. "Coming from you, 'safe' and 'not going to kill me' aren't necessarily the same thing."

She raised her eyebrows at him, following House as he lugged his bowling ball and shoes out the door. "Well -- you are immunized against all biological warfare."

"True." He wrinkled his nose and continued to argue, simply to amuse himself. "Other things are still a possibility. Joshua got fleas once."

She laughed. "Well, fleas are insects, not pathogens. And I'm fairly certain that the bowling people try to keep the insects out."

"All right. But I'm holding you accountable if you're. . .oh never mind, who am I kidding." He shook his head, amused.

She just grinned at him, before looking between the boys. "So which car are we taking?"

House shrugged. "Well, considering I lack one, Alec's would probably be easier."

"Sound logic." He fished his keys out of his pocket. "I'll let you two sort out shotgun." He unlocked the passenger side doors and then headed around to the driver's side.

"You've got the leg," God shrugged, before looking over at the dog. "Me and Jinx can take the backseat. Sound good?" And that last part was more to Jinx than House.

Jinx thought that was pretty okay. She got Alec to do things like sleep, eat and smile. He'd share the back seat. He jump in and over to the driver's side making room for her.

Alec waited until everyone was settled. "So where to?"

"Head back towards the hospital -- it's not far from there," House nodded, rubbing his leg slightly as he settled into the seat.

Alec drove. And though about the couple of times he'd seen Chase. "Maybe it's just that I was pretty doped up every time I saw Chase, but he doesn't seem like the bowling type."

House shrugged. "He's an Aussie. Who knows why he does the things he does?"

". . .does his nationality really have anything to do with it?"

"The Queen's on his money, he thinks we drive on the wrong side of the road -- it certainly plays some kind of a role in the way his mind works."

"I suppose. But I don't think Australians have a deep and burning love for bowling, like say the Japanese do for baseball." There was a pause. "Maybe I'll just ask him."

"Maybe you should," House sighed. "You two should have an interesting conversation. Chase used to be a seminarian. Then he married Cameron."

"He was going to be a priest?" Alec's eyes flashed to look at God in the rearview mirror, the back to the road. "He married Cameron?" The first question was curious. The second almost horrified.

"Yes, and yes," House said with a nod. "For some reason, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and thus far has succeeded. I threw him a fantastic bachelor party though." A beat. "Aside from how he wound up in anaphylactic shock at the end of it."

"A bachelor party is a pretty embarrassing place to discover an allergy. I mean I can think of worse places. . .but still."

"Weeeell -- he wasn't really discovering it. The stripper just forgot to mention she used strawberry body butter before Chase started doing body shots."

"I. . . wow. Normally I think I'd have some sort of witty comment, but I'm pulling up short."

"It was one of those things where you really would have had to be there. Thankfully, everyone in attendance was a doctor."

"I have to say I've never thought about strippers having to do allergy checks." Only Alec would talk about licking stripers with God in his back seat.

Not that God minded. She was content to just sit and observe the two of them in action, reaching over to give Jinx a good scratch behind the ears.

House shook his head slightly before shrugging. "Neither would I. I do give the best bachelor parties though. Wilson still doesn't remember most of one of his."

". . .is that maybe why the marriage didn't last?"

House paused for a moment. "No -- Wilson just doesn't marry people for the right reasons. That marriage would have flopped -- epic bachelor party or not."

"Maybe he should stop marrying. Just stick to the being in love part."

"Well, too late for that now," House sighed, before tapping the window with his knuckle as they came up on the bowling alley. "Pull in here."

"Maybe this time it'll work out?" He pulls into the parking lot and gets a space close to the door.

"Maybe it will," House nodded, slowly starting to climb out of the car, God and Jinx going along with him.

Alec too, got out and then locked the cat up once they were all out and followed House. He looked around with bright interest.

Chase had already set up at one of the alleys on the end, with all of his bowling gear and was bowling a few practice frames. House nodded in his direction, and then jerked his head back towards the counter. "You guys gotta go get shoes. We'll meet you over there."

"Cool," God nodded, before heading towards the counter.

Alec followed her. "It's got more neon than I thought it would."

"Bowling alleys are known for their neon lights and flashy-ness," she said with a nod. "It's part of what makes it fun."

"I think I like it." The absurdity appealed to him. He watched the people at the counter ahead of them to figure out how this all worked and then told the guy behind the counter his shoe size when it was his turn. The conversation about how pets weren't allowed took a little longer. In the end it was agreed that Jinx was a service dog, but no, no one was stupid enough to make him wear a vest if he didn't want to.

God did the same, before taking her shoes and starting to head back towards where House and Chase were setting up the game.

Alec followed still peering around like a little boy.

Once they got close enough, House did the introductions. "Chase, this Gaia, and you remember Alec. Alec, Gaia, Doctor Robert Chase."

Chase gave them a smile, and extended his hand to both. "Glad to see you're looking better than the last time I saw you."

Alec blinked at his hand for a moment and then actually reached out and shook it. The dude had been wrist deep in his blood at one point. A hand shake was way less personal than that and a lot more polite. He even came up with a genuine smirk. "Hey, standing upright and not doped up. Does wonders." He shrugged. "Thanks for putting me back together to potentially get myself into even more trouble." Jinx snorted. "Mother hen." It was directed at the dog.

Chase chuckled. "Well, I figure that a little trouble is not such a bad thing."

"I've got a real instinct for it. It's like. . .a skill or something." He decided he liked that Chase wasn't that serious a person outside the hospital. He toed off his sneakers and peered at the barrowed shoes dubiously, mostly to amused God.

Which she was. She gave him a look as she sat down on the bench. "Wear them. They're fine."

"It's not my fault. Almost all of my clothes are exposed to enough radiation to kill a roach." He sat and pulled a shoe on. "It gives a man a sort of confidence. Why are roaches so resilient?"

"Quirk of evolution." That was a good enough explanation for the moment. Truth was, she had been in a bit of a mood. Insects were her thing at the time.

"Uh huh." There was a pause. "Suppose I shouldn't complain. Maybe that's where I got it from." He put the second shoe on.

God shrugged, House smirked, and Chase looked a little confused, before turning back to the terminal. "Who wants to go first?"

"Uh. . .not me? I've never done this before. And I saw a tournament while I was flat on my back, but I think I might have been hallucinating a bit at the time." He wanted to be able to watch someone else.

"Ladies first?" Chase asked, and God shrugged.

"Sure."

"So, Gaia, House, myself and Alec, you'll bring up the rear?" Chase asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Sure. I'm easy. In many ways." He did move into a place where he could watch God and how she did this.

She hemmed and hawed over her ball for a moment, before picking up a neon pink one and making her way to the front of the lane. She moved exactly the way she was supposed to, letting the ball roll right down the lane and smashing into the pins at the end, leaving two standing -- but not the two she wanted. "Oh, bleh," she sighed, sticking her tongue out slightly. "Seven-ten split."

"And that means what exactly? Other than two didn't go down?" He watched everything she did carefully, so he could mimic it.

"Well, each pin has a number," she replied, moving back to her terminal to wait for her ball. "A seven-ten split is pretty much the hardest result to get a spare off of. Most people, on their second try, can only hit one or the other -- or are unfortunate enough to get neither and have the ball go right through the middle."

He stood on his toes a little to look at how the pins had fallen and did some mental math. "If you can manage to hit the second pin at a. . . " Pause. "You know this is usually where Ben tells me to shut up."

Jinx gave an amused snort from the spot he'd claimed by the bench.

She chuckled. "Well, sure, with the right math, it's possible, but most people can't manage to figure out that angle." She picked up her ball and made her way over to take the second half of her turn, taking out seven, but leaving ten standing.

"Well to be fair, just because I can figure out the math doesn't mean I could hit it with a bowling ball."

She shrugged as House got up to take his turn. "You'd probably get closer than average though," she said softly as she sat down next to him, keeping her voice low so that House didn't lose his element of surprise.

"Well," He was also quiet, "having your life depend on your math and geometry skills is a good motivator. Cat's of course do a lot of it naturally." He paused again thinking of animals and math. "And randomly? The fact that honey bees can do trig? I love that."

She laughed. "Well, they don't see it that way, but -- I'm glad you approve." House had done reasonably well on his turn, and now Chase was up, getting ready to roll the ball down the alley.

"Homing pigeons are pretty cool to." He watched Chase avidly. Like a cat really.

Chase smoothly took his turn, sending the ball spiraling down the alley and right into the pins. He gave a bit of a happy grin as they all tumbled to the ground, and let the computer record his score before turning back to Alec with a nod. "You're up."

Alec made his way over to the lane and ran a finger over the available balls. The pink one the God had used had come back around and he noticed a faint iridescent hand print on it now. He suspected it was going to be lucky for a lot of people. He went for the hideously florescent green one. He picked it up and weighed it in his hand, and gave it a light toss up and caught it again the way most people would with a tennis ball. Now the he knew it's weight and feel he approached and let it roll the same way he'd seen the others do. It hit and left two pins standing on the left. "Huh." His head tipped as he considered for a bare second and then sent a second slightly less hideous ball down the alley and took out the last to standing. "Hah! Clean sweep." He made his way back over to them.

House was grinning and Chase looked at little startled, but just shook it off as beginner's luck. "Not bad. Pretty lucky for your first time."

"I'm a quick study." But he was pleased as he flopped into the seat between God and Jinx, and rubbed Jinx's ears.

God got up to take her turn, doing well, but not well enough to be considered showing off, before letting House and Chase proceed. "I'm gonna go get some cheese fries," she said with a nod before moving past the two of them and making her way to the snack counter.

Alec watched House take his turn. Jinx perked up at the mention of cheese fries. The dog's eyes followed God and then swung back to Alec with a hopeful look. "Yes I'm sure she'll share. Where you born knowing how to beg?" Jinx sniffed, much maligned.

By the time she returned with the plate, Chase was setting up to take his turn. She sat down on the bench crossed her legs under herself, plate in hand, before offering it up to the two people next to her.

Alec took two fries. One was fed to Jinx and the other he bite in half but did eat without prompting. "Thanks." He turned to watch Chase. "Think he'll get another strike? Think I can get a strike?"

"He's very good," God said with a nod. "It's highly possible. And I think you can definitely figure out how to get another strike."

"He is very good." He absently took another fry. "Maybe I should see if Mickey likes bowling." A pause. "It's actually a little weird when you think about it."

"Mickey's not really a bowling type," God said with a shrug. "Get him in a ballroom, though, and he could probably teach you a thing or two."

"Mick like ballroom dancing? I can actually kinda see that. He took a real liking to show tunes to. I swear Ben thought his car was contaminated."

"He had to learn for a mission once," she said with a nod, her voice dropping again as she picked at her fries. "It didn't take him long to pick it up, and it was easy for him. Few things back there were."

"Like the piano was for me. Little bits of the real us that we didn't know about." He shook his head a little. "They're loss for not taking the time to find out what he was great at before making the wrong choices about him. I'm glad he got out."

"Me too," God said with a nod. "Me too."

Alec bumped his shoulder into hers. "No more angst over it. The place is burned and gone, Madame Renfro isn't so much of an issue, and there are more little happy freak babies every week."

She laughed a bit at that, before nodding. "All sunshine and blue skies, huh?"

He grinned. "We live in Seattle, woman. Seattle-ites don't know what those things are." He sobered a little. "And it isn't easy. But it is ours. We like having little freak babies. Besides, the one things we all know how to do is fight and win against the odds."

"Yes, you do," she nodded. "And a bit of sunshine might do Seattle good, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah it really would." He turned as there what a clatter of pins from their lane.

Chase was walking away from the lane with another smug smirk, before nodding to Alec. "You're up."

Alec looked at the smirk. House was right. It had to go. He made his way over and selected a ball. Then he made a slight adjustment to his angle from last time and let the ball roll down the lane. His own smirk was just as smug as Chase's.

Chase noticed. And was a little confused. He didn't say anything though, just leaned back and played with his wedding ring a bit as he watched.

He was still smirking that irritating Winchester smirk when he sat back down. "I think I have this bowling thing figured out."

She laughed as she got up to take her own turn. "I think you do."

"Damn right." He sat back and let his attention wander a little. Looking over the neon signs and adds for the alley and local restaurants.

Chase just watched him and decided he wanted to poke. "You're picking this up pretty well. Are you sure you haven't played before?"

Alec had focused on a sign that stated 'We Do BIRTHDAYS!' and his mind had taken one of it's odd little turns he was prone to of late. His attention shifted back to Chase with a snap when the man spoke. He turned his head and focused on the man almost as fast as his thoughts. "Positive." There was nothing but blunt honesty in his voice. Then he shrugged. "I pick things up really quickly though."

"Uh-huh," Chase said with a nod, before glancing over at House. He didn't doubt Alec's words, but there was something shifty about the whole mess and Chase was ready to get to the bottom of it.

"Really really quick? It was an unexpected perk." He smiled at God as She made her was back over. "I think we should get to celebrate Christmas twice a year now." This what were his mind had gone when he saw that sign. "But definitely give the Easter debacle a miss."

She nodded. "Yeah, Easter -- was not one of my better moves. But it worked for the time. Two Christmases though -- " She frowned slightly. " -- think anticipating it is a bit premature. She hasn't even earned her sea legs yet. I really don't want to tap her if I don't have to, and even if I were -- I don't think she's ready yet."

"Just putting it out there. You know, a bright spot if things go south again. Everyone likes birthday presents. Or at least warm wishes." He bites his lip a little. "Plus I'm selfish and like Christmas." After all, his father had been pulled from Hell on Christmas. He looked down at his own hands for a second, hands that recorded Tara's life, then back up. "I don't think she's ready yet either, but she'd hold her own in a pinch."

"I know she would," she nodded, sitting down on the bench again, and crossing her legs in front of her, Indian-style. "But she's still got time to grow and come into her own a little more. This isn't the kind of thing you can rush right away. I mean, I learned my lesson the first time around. Tell them too early, and they're bound to freak out on you."

"Uh, no offence, but from the stand point of well, me, some things are so epic that they deserve a proper freak out no matter what the age." He stole another fry, ate half and gave half to Jinx. "I mean, look at how I've freaked out all over the place. I should be used to it by now." He paused, considering. "Is it bad that I think something as mundane as getting shot at might be a nice change?"

"Coming from you, not really. And you're right, some things deserve a proper freak out. But twelve is still a bit too young for something as epic as you're going to have to die to save the world."

"Seriously. I'm love to get chase by White. Put him between me and some even worse badies." He shrugged. "Yeah, I've noticed the whole saving the world gig, not offence meant, kinda sucks for the savers. It's why socialism would never work. People have an uneven sense of personal and global responsibility." He blinked. "I don't actually know if White lived through that last disaster."

"He did," God nodded slowly, as House moved to sit back down again. "Barbatos didn't."

"I uh. . .suspected that. Amy wasn't angry. Just worried. Which meant she'd taken it out on someone, because we both know she doesn't like people screwing with what's hers." He shrugged, like they weren't talking about someone getting killed. "I warned him. I really did."

"I know you did," she sighed, picking at her fries. "And -- it was bound to happen eventually. The bolder they get, the more they risk pissing off someone other than the hunters."

"Like each other." He falls quiet for a minute, petting Jinx. "What happened. . .are Amy and Alloces okay?" He seemed to have almost forgotten about House and Chase. Which most likely wasn't the brightest idea.

They were oblivious for the time being, which was helpful. "Alloces is hanging around Bobby's. He can't go in, due to the wards in place, but he's doing his best to keep an eye on Sam and Ruby. He's another one where it isn't wise to play with his things." Meaning Ruby. She wasn't sure if Alec was aware of the extent to which Alloces had gone to get her out of Lucifer's way, but she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had saved her life. "As for Amy -- she's -- laying low."

"Is it weird that I actually like the guy?" He leaned against God's arm a little. "I miss Amy. I mean I know I should be angry with her. Maybe I even am, I don't know. But I don't think the rest of the family will ever forgive her."

She paused for a moment, before stretching one hand across his back and rubbing his shoulders lightly. "It's okay to miss her. And some thing -- understanding comes before anger does. And knowing Michael's history with Amy, as well as the current situation? She's probably keeping her distance for her own reasons. But -- sometimes things work themselves out in the end, in a different way than you'd expect." She paused after that, before causally changing things back to the lighter subject. "And there's nothing wrong with liking Alloces. Violent tendencies aside, I've always liked him quite a bit."

"It's not really the violent tendencies that might be the problem." He raised an eyebrow, but didn't move, intent on soaking up the cuddle. "I'm friends with Max and Mole after all. Nah, it's just that most people don't make friends with people that nearly kill them. Without even really trying I might add. That stings the pride a little." He grinned. "On the upside for someone my medical chart might be the crowning jewel of Chase's career." He looked over at Chase. "Is it? Because if not I feel really bad for the poor slob that topped me."

Chase raised his eyebrows slightly -- he'd only been half listening -- before shrugging. "I'm not sure. I've stopped keeping track with the number of insane surgeries House's pulled me in on over the years."

". . . I'm bizarrely disappointed." He made a face. "Though I suppose there was nothing all that strange about me." He's very philosophical about this.

"I will say that you are one of the few extremely serious traumas I've had that have actually made it off the table," Chase sighed. "But I'm not sure if that was my skills or something else."

"Both?" He looked at Chase slightly confused.

Chase smirked. "House said going in that you had a higher tolerance to anesthetics than most. I'm not an idiot. I figured that it was either you were a junkie, which was likely, or there was something up otherwise -- but it wasn't really my place to ask."

Alec laughed a little "Junkie. Oh, dude, that would be an exercise in futility." Not that he doesn't have a stash of morphine on him, but he certainly didn't take it regularly. "It's hard enough to simply get drunk. A drug habit would be impossible."

Chase raised an eyebrow, before getting up to get take his turn. "Have you always had such a high tolerance?"

"Since the day I was born." Alec figured Chase could chew on that through his turn. And maybe through Alec's to. He had really thought the man had already known what Alec was. He'd clearly been wrong but he didn't mind Chase knowing. That is, as long as he got to have a little fun along the way.

Chase took his turn, getting a spare this time instead of a strike, as he was trying to think, before handing the lane off to Alec. "Your turn."

Alec took his turn. Another strike. He wondered if maybe next time he shouldn't. Just for fun. "I need liquid sustenance. Anyone else want anything?"

"Ooh -- Mountain Dew," God nodded.

"Sure." He isn't sure that's wise at all. Which means seeing her all caffeinated should be fun. He zips off to the counter and comes back with a Mountain Dew for God and an orange soda for himself. "They have bendy straws!"

House rolled his eyes. God laughed. That was one of the things she loved about the transgenics. Getting to see the childish wonder in a full grown human wasn't something she had seen since Eden, and despite the way they came about -- which saddened her tremendously -- the end result made her happier than it probably should.

He grinned and took great joy in bending his straw before putting it in the drink. He took a sip clearly pleased and then gave Chase one of his head tilting looks. "Well? You're thinking too hard."

Chase paused before shrugging. "Do I want to know?"

"Most likely."

"Would it be easier if I didn't?"

"Uh. . .I'm a bad judge of that shit. Ask House." He took a sip of his drink.

"How do you feel about government conspiracies?" House asked, raising his eyebrows at his former student.

"I'd say you've been spending too much time with Kutner."

"It's better if you don't know," House nodded.

"Well then. I guess I will remain one of life’s irritating mysteries."

"Chase is ridiculously logical that way."

"Hey, I don't defy logic. Just probability."

"Some would argue that they're one in the same."

"Defying logic implies that I am not explainable by science."

"And how many people can explain the science behind you?"

"I'd guess a good hundred or so?"

"And a lot of those that can't would dismiss you as some kind of scientific impossibility."

"True, but I am living proof. Seeing is believing and all that crap."

"And then they'd have to believe that you actually were what you said you were."

"Dude, I'm pretty sure your hospital has a DNA sequencer in the depths of its lab."

House made a face. "That would involve going to work."

"Which you would do tomorrow anyway, so it could wait." He grinned. "But! It doesn't matter. Chase has requested not to know."

"Exactly." House sighed.

"My head hurts," Chase murmured.

That did make Alec look almost sheepish. "Oops?"

"Not your fault," Chase sighed. "Side effect of trying to debate with him."

"But you weren't debating. You were just listening to us debate." Color Alec a confused kitty.

"Yeah, but after all these years even listening to it gives me headaches."

". . .You must live on Advil or something. And I think he was more trying to goad you than anything else." He crinkled his straw a couple of times, just for fun. "Also I'm willing to guess that Kutner is usually right."

Chase raised an eyebrow. "You don't think Oswald acted alone either? And that there was a whole CIA conspiracy to go with it?"

Alec paused at that. "I can honestly say I've never thought about it or thought to check. It's possible either way. Secret Service is very thorough, but it's also nearly impossible to stop an assassination when someone is willing to trade their life for a killing." He looked over at God, but seriously didn't expect her to answer. Alec was pretty sure that sometimes humans needed their mysteries to mentally chew on.

She shrugged. And he was right -- she wasn't going to give away the answers for everything.

Alec shrugged. Accepting the non-answer easily. "So, okay, now that I haven't answered your question, got any others?"

Chase shook his head. "No, I really think I'm better off not knowing. Your turn."

Alec snorted clearly amused, but got up and took his turn anyway.

God just waited for him to finish, working through her cheese fries.

It was another strike. Of course. At this point the novelty of getting strikes had worn off. That was the problem with being a quick study. The feeling of accomplishment was fleeting. The looks he got were still pretty good though.

God, House, and Chase all moved through their turns, and she tried to come up with something new to talk about.

Alec looked at them all. "Wow. Awkwaaard." And then he bolted to take his turn.

God chuckled slightly, before resting her elbow on her knee. "Seems we've exhausted everything, hasn't it?"

Alec, of course could hear fine from the lane and turned back towards them before the ball even hit the pins. "Only if we feel like being relevant or polite."

"Which I never am," House said with a nod, before turning back to Chase. "Did I mention that Alec's claimed to have met God? And that She's a she?"

God raised an eyebrow slightly, before looking over at Alec with a smirk.

"What." He spread his hands wide and shrugged sheepishly. "I was having a very uh. . .me moment?" He wrinkled his nose and turned to House. "Claiming and stating are two different things. I just want to make that clear."

"So you're stating that God is a woman?" Chase asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No. I'm stating that God is God and currently it taking the form of a woman." He shrugged again.

"I see," Chase nodded, still a little skeptical, but his curiosity was peaked. "And how did you two happen to meet?"

"Are you meaning communication or face to face?"

"Let's go with face to face," Chase sighed, giving him a look.

"She got stuck with Winchester babysitting. The entire incident sort of sucked for everyone." And that was an understatement.

"Really." To say Chase was skeptical was an understatement.

"Really." Alec blinked. "What? You asked. I answered."

"And it's making my head hurt even more."

". . .are you sure you don't have a disorder?"

"Relatively certain, yes."

"Why did you ask if you didn't want to know?" His head tilted in that curious cat manner.

"My own morbid curiosity, I suppose," he said with a shrug.

Alec considered. "House said you were going to be a priest once." He paused for a beat, "Or is that one of those things that I shouldn't ask about?"

Chase sighed slightly. "It was a long time ago. And I found that it wasn't my calling."

"Hey, it's not a job I could do. I'm most likely tell people to stop being stupid."

"I just -- wanted more from my life. I wanted to have a family, grow old with someone. That, and I felt more of a draw to medicine."

"Not complaining. Most of the time I like living, and you being a medical professional saved my ass better than you being a priest." He grinned almost wickedly. "And they do say that God works in mysterious ways." Though he did wonder a little of things fit together that neatly by design or co-incidence.

God just smirked back and Chase shrugged slightly. "Guess you're right."

"I usually am. And much like Han Solo I don't think people want to be around me when I'm wrong."

"It never ends well for anyone else?"

"Not usually no. It's a little bit unfortunate." He steals a fry. "Though. . .I notice that the people that I'm closest to I often don't like at all in the beginning."

"An interesting twist on keeping your friends close and enemies closer?"

"I never thought of it that way. I was going to say possible lack of social skills in the available parties. House and I spent like an hour jabbing each other with sharp sticks. I think Sam and I spent some time snarling at each other. There was the frightening case of mistaken identity with Ben. Maxie and I still snarl at each other. Lindsey helped kidnap me. Alloces landed me in your company. . but I got along with Ruby, Bela and Amy." he turns to God then. "That doesn't say anything good about me, does it?"

"I think it says that you're very open-minded," she said with a nod.

He laughed a little. "Is that what it says?"

"I think so," she grinned.

"In the end it is your opinion that counts so I'll go with it."

"Good plan," she laughed.

"I'm full of them." A beat. "Hey who's turn is it?"

“I think it’s mine?” she replied, raising an eyebrow.