Chase - Girl Talk in the Men's Restroom
Fandom: House MD
Title: Girl Talk in the Men's Restroom
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Robert Chase, James Wilson, Michaela Shea (OC)
chase_fest Prompt: 17. Chase in drag. For whatever reason.
Content Warning: Cross-dressing, obviously.
Summary: Dr. Shea is helping the new fellow through the House hazing process.
Author's Note: So very late for Chase Fest, but I had it half finished, so I figured I'd might as well. Set very pre-series, when Chase first became a fellow, and Michaela is an OC of mine previously seen in Desperate.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of House MD. They're owned by Fox. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“This is demeaning and degrading,” Chase commented from behind the stall in the men’s bathroom.
“Get used to it. Besides, it’s not like it’s your fault that you’re prettier than Erikson,” Michaela Shea replied, glancing around for somewhere lean against. She wrinkled her nose at the surfaces, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “You’d think that this being a hospital, the men’s bathroom wouldn’t be completely disgusting.”
“What are you doing in here anyway?” Chase said, confused, and maybe slightly self-conscious. Shea usually couldn’t tell without being able to see his face, but she could pick up on the hints of it in his voice.
“Erikson hates you,” she smirked.
“Oh. And here I thought House was the only one.”
“Erikson’ll come around,” she starting to flip through the magazine she had brought with her. “He just resents the fact that you’re prettier than he is. He’s a bit-self-absorbed.”
“Yeah-I got that,” Chase sighed.
“What’s your specialty, again?” she asked, flipping the page.
“Cardiology,” he replied. “And intensive care.”
She nodded slowly, “Nice.” She had to admit, she was a bit amused by the new guy. He seemed to be in completely over his head, but the interesting thing about him was that he knew it. He was going to be interesting to work with.
“What about you?”
“Huh?” she said, snapping out of her thoughts, but not looking up from the magazine.
“What’s your specialty?”
“Oncology,” she replied.
“Wow.”
“I know-depressing,” she sighed. “It’s why I went into diagnostics.”
“Because hopefully they’ll live?”
She smirked. “Something like that.”
There was a creak! as the door opened, and Michaela turned in surprise. She caught Wilson standing in the doorway, looking at her confused.
“Dr. Shea?” he frowned. “I think you might be a bit confused.”
She smirked slightly. “I realize this is the men’s room.”
“Yes-why are you in it?”
“I’m assisting Dr. Chase,” she replied, pointing the stall.
“Who is-?”
“The new fellow-”
“Ah-well, then. When you’re finished-assisting-there’s a patient I’d like your opinion on.”
She nodded. “I’ll find you.”
Wilson vanished out the door, before making her way over to the stall Chase was in and rapping lightly on the door.
“I’m not ready yet.”
“Yes, you are,” she sighed. “Get your ass out here.”
“My-well, my-they’re not fitting right.” The man sounded thoroughly embarrassed but the situation he was in, and she felt bad for him, but that wasn’t going to stop her from exploiting the situation to her advantage.
“What aren’t fitting right?” she smirked.
“My-well-”
“Your knockers, Doctor Chase?”
“You’re enjoying this much more than you should, Doctor Shea.”
“If you come out, I’ll help you fix them,” she said with laugh. There was a slight grumble, before the door to the stall opened, and he walked out standing in front of her with a disgruntled look. Shea just shook her head, before reaching forward and starting to adjust his outfit.
“Does House do this often-dress his fellows up in drag for a patient?”
“Depends on the patient, and what he thinks the diagnosis might be,” she said with a shrug. “It’s usually worth it in the end, though-he’s brilliant. Unconventional, and a giant douche, but completely brilliant.”
“Better be careful what you say,” Chase said as she reached up to adjust his wig.
“He knows I think he’s a douche,” she sighed. “It hasn’t changed him any.”
“I see,” Chase sighed, smiling slightly. She gave him a nod as she pulled back, looking him over and smiling.
“You’re done. Knock ‘em dead, Doctor Chase.”
“I’ll try, Doctor Shea,” Chase sighed as he made his way out of the bathroom, wobbling slightly in the heels House was making him wear. Shea reached forward and grabbed his arm for support so that he didn’t fall, and he gave her a sympathetic smile. “I just hope Doctor Cuddy doesn’t see me like this.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Shea smirked as they walked. “Knowing House, she probably will.”
Title: Girl Talk in the Men's Restroom
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Robert Chase, James Wilson, Michaela Shea (OC)
chase_fest Prompt: 17. Chase in drag. For whatever reason.
Content Warning: Cross-dressing, obviously.
Summary: Dr. Shea is helping the new fellow through the House hazing process.
Author's Note: So very late for Chase Fest, but I had it half finished, so I figured I'd might as well. Set very pre-series, when Chase first became a fellow, and Michaela is an OC of mine previously seen in Desperate.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of House MD. They're owned by Fox. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“This is demeaning and degrading,” Chase commented from behind the stall in the men’s bathroom.
“Get used to it. Besides, it’s not like it’s your fault that you’re prettier than Erikson,” Michaela Shea replied, glancing around for somewhere lean against. She wrinkled her nose at the surfaces, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “You’d think that this being a hospital, the men’s bathroom wouldn’t be completely disgusting.”
“What are you doing in here anyway?” Chase said, confused, and maybe slightly self-conscious. Shea usually couldn’t tell without being able to see his face, but she could pick up on the hints of it in his voice.
“Erikson hates you,” she smirked.
“Oh. And here I thought House was the only one.”
“Erikson’ll come around,” she starting to flip through the magazine she had brought with her. “He just resents the fact that you’re prettier than he is. He’s a bit-self-absorbed.”
“Yeah-I got that,” Chase sighed.
“What’s your specialty, again?” she asked, flipping the page.
“Cardiology,” he replied. “And intensive care.”
She nodded slowly, “Nice.” She had to admit, she was a bit amused by the new guy. He seemed to be in completely over his head, but the interesting thing about him was that he knew it. He was going to be interesting to work with.
“What about you?”
“Huh?” she said, snapping out of her thoughts, but not looking up from the magazine.
“What’s your specialty?”
“Oncology,” she replied.
“Wow.”
“I know-depressing,” she sighed. “It’s why I went into diagnostics.”
“Because hopefully they’ll live?”
She smirked. “Something like that.”
There was a creak! as the door opened, and Michaela turned in surprise. She caught Wilson standing in the doorway, looking at her confused.
“Dr. Shea?” he frowned. “I think you might be a bit confused.”
She smirked slightly. “I realize this is the men’s room.”
“Yes-why are you in it?”
“I’m assisting Dr. Chase,” she replied, pointing the stall.
“Who is-?”
“The new fellow-”
“Ah-well, then. When you’re finished-assisting-there’s a patient I’d like your opinion on.”
She nodded. “I’ll find you.”
Wilson vanished out the door, before making her way over to the stall Chase was in and rapping lightly on the door.
“I’m not ready yet.”
“Yes, you are,” she sighed. “Get your ass out here.”
“My-well, my-they’re not fitting right.” The man sounded thoroughly embarrassed but the situation he was in, and she felt bad for him, but that wasn’t going to stop her from exploiting the situation to her advantage.
“What aren’t fitting right?” she smirked.
“My-well-”
“Your knockers, Doctor Chase?”
“You’re enjoying this much more than you should, Doctor Shea.”
“If you come out, I’ll help you fix them,” she said with laugh. There was a slight grumble, before the door to the stall opened, and he walked out standing in front of her with a disgruntled look. Shea just shook her head, before reaching forward and starting to adjust his outfit.
“Does House do this often-dress his fellows up in drag for a patient?”
“Depends on the patient, and what he thinks the diagnosis might be,” she said with a shrug. “It’s usually worth it in the end, though-he’s brilliant. Unconventional, and a giant douche, but completely brilliant.”
“Better be careful what you say,” Chase said as she reached up to adjust his wig.
“He knows I think he’s a douche,” she sighed. “It hasn’t changed him any.”
“I see,” Chase sighed, smiling slightly. She gave him a nod as she pulled back, looking him over and smiling.
“You’re done. Knock ‘em dead, Doctor Chase.”
“I’ll try, Doctor Shea,” Chase sighed as he made his way out of the bathroom, wobbling slightly in the heels House was making him wear. Shea reached forward and grabbed his arm for support so that he didn’t fall, and he gave her a sympathetic smile. “I just hope Doctor Cuddy doesn’t see me like this.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Shea smirked as they walked. “Knowing House, she probably will.”