Oct. 29th, 2005 11:03 pm
Title: Left and Leaving
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lovely_ambitionTitle: Left and Leaving
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Chase
Prompt: Sunset
Word Count: 397
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Title is from a Weakerthans song. House stands still while everyone around him leaves, but not Chase; never Chase.
Chase ascends the last flight of stairs to the roof just as Stacy is brushing past him, eyes red and watery and murmuring something akin to, “I’m sorry,” as she brushes past Chase in the narrow stairwell, her heels clattering in the echoing tomb of grey concrete and Chase wonders just which part of House she broke this time. His steps are slow and he stands five feet behind House, watching shadows lengthen as the sun dips into the horizon, turning the world a brilliant orange.
“Mark Warner is being discharged.”
House doesn’t turn around as he twirls his cane around and around, hypnotizing Chase somehow as it casts shadows on his face.
“Stacy is leaving her post.”
Chase doesn’t say anything, lets the rays of sun – no longer golden – fall through his hair, casting a bright light in his eyes, but he doesn’t look away, he stupidly doesn’t look away. It’s going to burn him in the end because he’s too curious, because House keeps spinning his cane and staring into that same supernova and god, why can’t he look away?
“Chase, are you still here?” His voice is betraying him because it’s not as sharp as before. The cane pauses in mid-air, horizontal and frozen. “He’s leaving. She’s leaving.”
Chase is still there, still barely breathing, but he’s there.
“I’m not leaving,” he blurts out, not sure why he says it like that, but he does. He blinks and for a moment, he earns a brief respite from the glaring sun and when he opens his eyes again, the sun has dipped a little lower, fading fast and night is nipping at their heels. “House?” he ventures warily, taking a step forward. The moon’s hanging in the sky above them, but just barely, no more than a faint shadow.
House begins twirling the cane again and they stand there, side by side, as the sun disappears on the horizon.
He takes a deep breath and the moon rises in the sky to rule another night. “I know,” is all he says to Chase, giving him a brief smile and resting one hand on Chase’s shoulder. “You’re never going to leave.”
It’s blunt and it’s cold, but it’s true.
Chase stays until the sky goes from purple to inky black and he wonders just why it doesn’t hurt to think that he’ll never escape House.
End
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Chase
Prompt: Sunset
Word Count: 397
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Title is from a Weakerthans song. House stands still while everyone around him leaves, but not Chase; never Chase.
Chase ascends the last flight of stairs to the roof just as Stacy is brushing past him, eyes red and watery and murmuring something akin to, “I’m sorry,” as she brushes past Chase in the narrow stairwell, her heels clattering in the echoing tomb of grey concrete and Chase wonders just which part of House she broke this time. His steps are slow and he stands five feet behind House, watching shadows lengthen as the sun dips into the horizon, turning the world a brilliant orange.
“Mark Warner is being discharged.”
House doesn’t turn around as he twirls his cane around and around, hypnotizing Chase somehow as it casts shadows on his face.
“Stacy is leaving her post.”
Chase doesn’t say anything, lets the rays of sun – no longer golden – fall through his hair, casting a bright light in his eyes, but he doesn’t look away, he stupidly doesn’t look away. It’s going to burn him in the end because he’s too curious, because House keeps spinning his cane and staring into that same supernova and god, why can’t he look away?
“Chase, are you still here?” His voice is betraying him because it’s not as sharp as before. The cane pauses in mid-air, horizontal and frozen. “He’s leaving. She’s leaving.”
Chase is still there, still barely breathing, but he’s there.
“I’m not leaving,” he blurts out, not sure why he says it like that, but he does. He blinks and for a moment, he earns a brief respite from the glaring sun and when he opens his eyes again, the sun has dipped a little lower, fading fast and night is nipping at their heels. “House?” he ventures warily, taking a step forward. The moon’s hanging in the sky above them, but just barely, no more than a faint shadow.
House begins twirling the cane again and they stand there, side by side, as the sun disappears on the horizon.
He takes a deep breath and the moon rises in the sky to rule another night. “I know,” is all he says to Chase, giving him a brief smile and resting one hand on Chase’s shoulder. “You’re never going to leave.”
It’s blunt and it’s cold, but it’s true.
Chase stays until the sky goes from purple to inky black and he wonders just why it doesn’t hurt to think that he’ll never escape House.
End
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