Tales Told Ouf of Turn Part 7
Title: Tales Told Out of Turn Part 7/?
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairing/Grouping: House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Crossover w/Stargate: Atlantis (you don't need to know much about Stargate to get this fic.)
Summary: House spent way too much time moving around the world as a child and some places had more interesting people than others. How much trouble can a childhood friend cause?
Warnings: Hurt!Chase makes an appearance, although the harm is done prior to this fic. Mentions are made, but no graphic discriptitions. (And I fix him, so it's really about the healing not the hurt.)
Beta:
recrudescence
(Part 6)
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Wilson looked up from Foreman’s chart as House’s pager went off. House kept nodding at what Foreman was disjointedly rambling about as he checked his pager.
"Huh." House looked at Wilson as he stood up and carefully maneuvered Foreman’s table back in place from where he’d moved it earlier. "We have to go check on Chase. Someone thinks he’s in trouble."
Foreman blinked and muttered, "Save the skinny one from the men in black." Then he lolled his head to the side and started to snore.
House rolled his eyes as he headed to the door. "I’ll have to remember that one."
Wilson sighed as he pressed the elevator button. "You can’t tease him about it, he probably won’t even remember having said it."
House grinned wolfishly as he stepped into the elevator. "That’s what makes it fun."
Wilson leaned into the corner as soon as the door slid closed. "He okay?"
House shrugged. "I think so. It wasn’t the ‘now, damnit’ page, just the ‘soon, damnit’ page."
Wilson snorted. "Lovely categories."
House smirked as they headed out of the elevator and down the hall towards Rodney’s room. "You should hear what my categories for you are."
Wilson rolled his eyes. "I’m sure I don’t have to hear to know they’re offensive."
House didn’t answer as he slid the door to the room open and led the way inside.
Chase turned to look at them. House glanced around and noted the open door to the tiny bathroom, no General, Sheppard frowning, no General, Rodney looking apprehensive and pissed, and still no General.
"Okay, who killed the brass?"
Rodney blinked. "What?"
Wilson sat down beside Sheppard’s bed. "He means where’s O’Neill."
"Oh, that. Ah, yeah, about that…"
"Rodney, we can’t tell them anything."
Rodney pointed at Chase. "Loki. It doesn’t take much more than that."
Sheppard shrugged. "Still, they don’t know." Sheppard jerked a thumb at House and Wilson.
Wilson looked back and forth between Rodney and Sheppard. "Know what?"
House took Chase’s chair as the other man stood and moved to the edge of Rodney’s bed. "Loki, huh?" House rubbed the handle of his cane on his cheek. "That’s…interesting."
Rodney groaned and looked towards the ceiling. "Why did I have to get an impulse to visit Henry? I could be listening to John bitch about hotel cable, or Carson gush about his mother, but nooooo. I end up listening to House work out a secret that isn’t even that much of a secret. Ugh."
Wilson’s eyebrows furrowed. "Who’s Carson?"
Sheppard muttered about him being a friend as Rodney waved a hand around and said, "He’s our normal voodoo practitioner."
House snorted. "You’re letting Rodney sidetrack you."
Wilson turned to House. "No, not really. I know sidetracking when I hear it and you are being sidetracked too."
House shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not." House turned back to Rodney. "The nice General?"
Rodney rubbed his temple. "Hmm…"
Chase rolled his eyes. "He’s busy talking to an Ancestor."
House’s eyebrows went up. "A what?"
Chase rubbed at his breastbone through the fabric of his shirt. "The Aborigines call them Ancestors, which isn’t what they call themselves."
Wilson frowned and cocked his head. "I didn’t know you knew any Aborigines."
House ignored Wilson as he thought until suddenly he blinked rapidly a couple of times. "Huh." House blinked again and focused on Wilson. "I can’t believe you zeroed in on the Aborigines part."
Wilson shrugged. "Until I meet whatever an Ancestor is, I’m going to pay attention to the parts I understand and know something about." Wilson looked at Chase. "Aborigines?"
Chase opened his mouth to answer and the room filled with white light. O’Neill turned around from facing the window and looked from House to Wilson and back.
"Crap."
House nodded. "You could put it that way."
O’Neill sighed. "I don’t suppose I could convince you that you’ve been drugged?"
House laughed as he rubbed his cane along Chase’s closest shin. "I don’t think so. Had hallucinations before. This isn’t one."
"Yeah, didn’t figure it’d be that easy."
Rodney waved his hands around. "Actually it’s just gotten more fun." Rodney pointed at Wilson, who was sitting with his mouth gaping. "You might want to snap him out of that. I don’t want to have to repeat myself." Rodney looked at O’Neill as House threw an empty jello cup at Wilson. "We are going to tell them, aren’t we?"
O’Neill rolled his eyes. "Nah, I thought we’d just say ‘Oh, no, can’t explain the sudden bright light. Nothing to see here.’ Yes, Rodney, we’ll tell them."
Rodney smiled. "Oh, good, but we get to hear how Chase met Loki first."
O’Neill dropped to sit on the edge of Sheppard’s bed with a thump. "I hate him." O’Neill glared at Rodney for a moment. "I’m hating you right now, too."
House cocked his head. "What’d the alien ever do to you?"
Wilson squeaked ‘alien?’ as Chase chuckled at the faces of everyone else.
O’Neill tipped his head back. "The story?"
Chase glanced around as they all focused on him. "Ah, well, it’s not that interesting, really."
House thumped Chase’s leg with his cane. "Talk."
Chase heaved a sigh and looked down at his hands. "Um, well, I dropped out of seminary and I sorta went for a walk." Chase rubbed his hands along his pant legs. "I followed one of the rabbit-proof fences for a few days. I stopped when the fence disappeared and I sat down. Next thing I remember is Loki. Then nothing, then Jama, an Aborigine, who told me their story about the Ancestors and how the world could end."
O’Neill made a give-me gesture with his hand. "How’s that?"
Chase glanced at O’Neill, then at House, before dropping his gaze back to his hands. "Fire and destruction brought by a snake."
O’Neill snorted and dropped his head forward to look at Rodney. "You know Daniel is going to throw a hissy fit."
Rodney nodded. "We never even thought to check Australia. We should have, though. Their creation myth is a snake in the sky and it ends the world too, now that I think about it."
House and Wilson both looked confused. House made an impatient noise. "Just spit it all out already."
"This information doesn’t go beyond this room, understand?" O’Neill pulled a phone from his pocket and dialed a number as everyone agreed they understood and Rodney insisted that House promise not to say anything to anyone else before more was said. After a quick conversation, O’Neill hung up and said, "Okay, I’ve got a verbal authorization that’ll cover us until the paperwork gets here."
Wilson nodded. "So, now someone is going to explain?"
"Yeahsureyoubetcha." O’Neill stood and paced between the beds and the window. He closed the bathroom door on one of his passes and fiddled with the blinds on another. "Here’s the short version. Aliens are real. There are a bunch. Some nice, some really not nice. Asgard, or Ancestors, as the Doc calls them, are nice, expect for Loki. He’s a pain in the butt. The Gou’ald, or snakeheads, very not nice."
"Homeworld Security."
O’Neill nodded at House. "Yeah, pretty much. We’ve saved the planet a few times. I’ve lost count."
House pointed at Rodney and then at Sheppard. "Them too?"
"Ah, well, yeah, but usually not from around here." O’Neill made a face. "Daniel explains this so much better." O’Neill gestured to Sheppard. "He’s got this gene that makes a certain technology work. Rodney’s got an artificial version. They work in another galaxy and live in Atlantis."
Wilson leaned back in his chair. "Okay, where’s the joke?"
House cocked his head to the side. "We’re talking weird tech that does what the person thinks?"
Rodney snapped his head towards House. "How do you know that?"
House smiled sweetly. "How else do you make a teacher disappear from a stage?"
Rodney threw up his hands. "Oh, my God, I should have known."
O’Neill looked between the two before turning to Chase. "Do I want to know?"
Chase shook his head. "Probably not."
O’Neill nodded and turned back to Wilson. "It isn’t a joke. I thought it was nuts too, right up until this guy, who I saw die, came back from being dead for the first time."
Rodney snorted. "Yeah, how many times has Daniel been dead?"
Chase’s eyes went wide. "Dead as in, actually dead for more than a few minutes, dead?"
Sheppard nodded. "Yeah, I’ve only heard about some of the times Dr. Jackson has been dead, but once was for nearly a year."
O’Neill’s expression hardened. "That was more technically dead; he wasn’t so much dead as on a different plane of existence. Or something like that." O’Neill grimaced. "The other times he was completely dead."
House turned to Wilson. "Now this is sidetracking."
Wilson glared at House. "Shut up, House."
House grinned. "So, we’ve got this gene isolated, then?"
Rodney stared at House. "You aren’t going to clamor to meet an alien?"
House shrugged. "I’d just piss them off. Since I think getting the planet blown up is probably extreme, even for me, I thought I’d ask about something else."
"The ones he was talking to won’t blow up the planet. I cussed out this one named Thor and all he did was blink." Chase flushed as they all turned to look at him. "He didn’t really deserve it. The whole thing was Loki’s fault anyway."
O’Neill made a noise in his throat. "He clone you?"
Chase blinked. "Ah, no. He cloned people?"
Rodney pointed at O’Neill. "Him, once. Didn’t go over well. What happened to you?"
Chase rubbed his thumb across the seam on the inside thigh of his pants. "He studied my genetic makeup. At least that’s what Thor said. I don’t really remember. I was a little hunger crazed at that point." Chase prosed his lips. "I remember Jama looking really surprised when Loki dropped me off."
"How’d you meet Thor?"
Chase grinned. "Your ‘little buddy,’ right?"
O’Neill grinned back. "Yep."
"He showed up shortly after Loki left me with Jama. She was a little worked up by the time Thor got there. She punched him."
"She had every right to be upset." Everyone turned towards the bathroom door, which was now open, with Thor standing there, blinking in his slow way. "Should I have knocked?"
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(Part 8)
A/N: So, I figured out why I was sleeping so much. I'm still sick. I couldn't feel that my throat was sore and until I did the saltwater gurggle thing (which I hate, thankyouverymuch) it didn't hurt enough to be felt through the pain from my hip. :P In any case I'll update when I can and try to get back to a fic every couple of days once I can breathe right again. Oh, and if you happen to be a House-only person and are confused just hold on, there's more explaination in the next part. :D