fic: 11 reasons House/Chase (4/11)
11 Reasons House And Chase Are Together
Title: Reason Four: Because, even delirious, House tortures only Chase (4/11)
Theme: # 20, silliness, crazy
Paring: Gregory House/Robert Chase
Rating: NC-17 (overall) this chapter PG
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Slight spoilers for season one.
Story Summary: There are many reasons why House and Chase are together, but for them only eleven matter.
Chapter Summary: House makes Chase drive.
The only thing that Houses hated more than clinic duty and stupid sick patients was being sick himself and having to admit it. There was however an upside to being sick, which was getting out of clinic duty.
After cuddy saw him sneezing, coughing and spraying germs all over her hospital she had ordered him to go home. To which he had conceded to with minimal glee.
Now though, with as much glee as he could muster, which was a lot, thanks to having taken enough Benadryl to give himself a nice little high, he walked into the conference room.
“Okay Kids.” He announced. Three heads turned to look at him. And all three flinched back as he sneezed into a tissue.
“Daddy is sick and is going home. You kids scat and go play nice with the other doctors.”
Without much commotion his team began packing up to be more useful to other departments.
“I hope you feel better.” Cameron smiled sweetly and House had the feeling had Foreman not been behind her she would have offered to take him home feed him soup and tuck him in under fluffy pink blankets. House mentally shuddered.
Foreman followed Cameron out. Chase slid his bag over his shoulder and began walking out when House spoke.
“Nah-ah, not you.”
Chase sighed and mentally vowed that from then on he would start sitting closer to the door to make quick escapes. “And why not?” Asked Chase in slight exasperation.
House only moved his head indicating Chase should follow him.
“Cuddy said I could only go home if I had one of you drive me.” He declared pulling out his car keys and dangling them in front of him as if to tempt Chase. The metal reflected the light in the room and he was momentarily distracted by the shiny, he shook his head and continued talking. “She seems to think I’m too hyped up on meds to be trusted with machinery on wheels.”
“Take a cab.”
“And have the risk of someone taking advantage of my poor drugged up mind and possibly kill me for all my materials goods. Robert Chase, shame on you for suggesting that, shame.” He accused as he walked towards the door.
Chase fought the urge to roll his eyes, a habit he had developed quickly due to working with House. House had reached the door and pushed. Nothing happened.
He looked quizzically at the door and pushed again, the doors didn’t budge. A smirk crept into House’s lips.
“Ha! They locked us in.” House said sounding amused.
“I can’t believe they locked us in.” He repeated.
Chased sighed and this time did not fight the roll of his eyes. Taking the key still dangling from House’s fingers he stood in front of the man.
“Pull, House, not push.” Chase said pulling the door open for House who stared and gave Chase a crooked grin.
“I knew that.”
On the way to the parking lot House managed to sneeze five times, have a coughing fit which lasted three minutes and he ran out of tissues. Chase felt the other man may be, truly, sick after all. He wondered if he would really be blamed if House didn’t make it home safely.
Standing next to his car House frowned and turned to chase.
“If you hurt my baby I will skin you alive.” With that said he opened the passenger door and got in.
Chase decided not to chance it.
“Leave it to you to have more love for an inanimate object than a real person.” Chase mumbled.
“Shh don’t talk to her that way, she’ll get angry.” And to his car. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just jealous because even his pretty hair can’t compare to your beauty.” And back to chase.” Though it’s close.”
Sealing his dooming fate Chase got in the car and pulled out of the parking lot. This shouldn’t be a problem; all he had to do was get House to his… house alive preferably, make sure he’s in his building alive and leave House in his house alone and alive.
Maybe he should make sure there were witnesses it wouldn’t do to find House dead from overdose of cough, flu, cold, headache medicine, plus Vicodin and have someone blame him. No, no, best to have witnesses yes then he could be back home take a long hot bath…
“Ahh! Stop driving you crazy moron.” House shouted suddenly, his arms flailing comically to the sides.
“What?” Chase asked confused.
“Stop, stop pullover.” The boss demanded.
Chase obeyed, pulling over to the side of the road. Grasping the dashboard as if for dear life House turned to see a startled Chase.
“What the hell’s the matter with you? Do you not know how to drive?” House asked in a, nasally congested, exasperated voice.
Chase raised a brow and looked around startled. He did a quick check off in his head; seat belt, on, mirrors checked, doors locked; what was House screaming about? He had done everything perfectly.
“What?” He repeated.
“Wot.” House mocked. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“How am I trying to kill you? By driving you home and making sure you don’t crash on the way since you can’t even tell when to pull a door to open it instead of pushing it.”
“No, even in my drug induced hilarity I can still remember which side of the road to drive on.” He paused and added as an afterthought. “And that door hates me, that’s why it wouldn’t open.”
“Oh sorry I forget at time.” Chase apologized noticing he had indeed been driving on the wrong side of the road.
“Why does that not surprise me? Now drive on pretty boy my head hurts. And stop trying to kill me.”
Looking both ways Chase slowly pulled onto the road again, this time driving on the right side.
After five minutes of complete silence Chase began to feel suspicious. He kept sneaking glances at house expecting the other man to further insult him but no further insults spewed from his mouth.
Good, thought chase and then began to worry. If House wasn’t mocking and ridiculing that meant he was really sick. For surely the lack of insults was a testament to how out of it House was.
Perhaps it would be easier if he didn’t care but he did. Somehow without knowing, one day he went in to work and noticed how blue House’s eyes were, how his mouth always shifted to that lopsided grin. And from then on he wondered what it would feel like to kiss those lips, to have those long fingers touch him.
Shaking his head Chase concentrated on driving trying not to blush at having those thoughts with the object of his fantasies so close.
It seemed like an eternity before they finally reached House’s place of residence. Chase parked the car and helped House out of the car and into his home. He noticed how readily House received his help and that worried him even more.
And the lack of sarcasm and snark absolutely petrified him. Chase however remained silent. And after five minutes of playing match the key to House’s door lock; a game which consisted of, Chase trying a key from House’s key chain, House being uncooperative, snickering and make comments such as “ you’re getting colder” House, finally, walked into his living room with a groan.
“Are you going to be alright?” Chase asked.
The other man limped to his piano with less grace than normal and flopped on to the piano bench. He smiled and stroked a few keys making nonsense sounds.
And then slowly began caressing the keys creating a beautiful melody. Chase found himself entranced by the wonderful choreography that House’s fingers were performing and wonder what kind of melody those fingers would play on his body.
With hesitant steps he walked over to the piano and sat on the bench next to House. For a long time House played and Chase stared at his fingers. Time had become irrelevant and the only thing that mattered was House’s fingers moving gracefully over the keys making beautiful sounds.
When House stopped Chase looked up at the man locking eyes with him. There was something in House’s eyes, something behind the glaze from being high, something which spoke to Chase and made him lean closer to House.
Shaking his head slowly Chase spoke. “Amazing; even when you’re delirious with the flue and higher than a kite, you still play wonderfully.” Chase stated sounding incredulous.
House smiled. “That’s when I’m at my best.” He whispered and leaned closer to Chase.
“You have really pretty lips.” He stated before closing the gap and kissing Chase’s lips.
The kiss was brief and almost chaste but it still sent a shiver to run up Chases’ back. House pulled back and gave him a goofy smile.
“Nice.” Was the last word he said before slumping on Chase’s shoulder and passing out.
It was all chase could do not to burst out laughing. With some difficulty he maneuver House to his room and onto his bed, he took the man’s shoes off and covered him with the blankets of his unmade bed.
Making sure House was no longer running a fever, Chase walked out of the bedroom stopping at the threshold. He raised his fingers to his lips and smiled sadly. At least House wouldn’t remember and he couldn’t figure out why the thought made him so unhappy.
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