Feb. 12th, 2006 11:28 am
Title: Thursday
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lovely_ambitionTitle: Thursday
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Chase
Prompt: Parents
Word Count: 646
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: An AU. In which Chase's parents come to visit.
"It's Thursday," House announced and really, they should understand, even though he hadn't really given any clues or indication or fact or hints or…well, anything. "Thursday!" he announced again in a demanding tone. "Oh geez, guys, you're worthless," he muttered, leaning over and flicking Chase's forehead. "Junior's parents are coming today, remember?" He grinned. "I personally can't wait to see the baby pictures. We'll break out the champagne!" he cried loudly, too loudly it seemed, because all three glared at him, though probably for the content of his diatribe rather than the volume.
The esteemed Mrs. Chase was, of course, a recovering alcoholic - recovered for nearly fifteen years now - and apparently, he didn't get to make jokes about it. And Daddy Chase was less fun to snark about; devoted father, devoted husband, devoted to being the best in his field.
"We could have thrown a party," House bemoaned.
"Dad just wants to see where I work," Chase muttered, easing himself away from House's flicking. "They won't be spending much time here," he assured, giving House a warning glare.
House had met Rowan before at conferences so he wasn't curious about meeting them; he was more curious about how Chase would react to their actions and words, to their opinion about his job and workplace and his boss.
"Well, we'll be sure not to scare them off," House assured.
They went through the steps of the diagnosing process and Cameron and Foreman were sent off to take tests. Chase got up of his own volition and left the room and House was definitely not done making him uncomfortable. He picked up his cane and began to pursue him down the hall.
"House," Chase said in a stern tone, not even looking back.
House kept chasing. "Chase," he said in an equally stern tone, but the mocking presence was in his voice. Chase took a hard turn, pushing into a maintenance closet and just begging House to follow him. He closed the door behind him, yanking on the little string and illuminating the room by the crappy light bulb.
And Chase was glaring.
"What do you think you're doing?" Chase hissed. "It's bad enough my parents are coming to visit, you're going to humiliate me in front of Cameron and Foreman?"
House rolled his eyes. "Yeah. You're the one who's got it hard. Not like I'm the boss who has to meet your parents and hope Daddy Chase doesn't have the good sense to figure out that I'm fucking you."
Chase's eyes widened - with horror, really. "House, if you so much as say a word…"
"You'll what, lick me to death?" House interrupted, unimpressed.
Chase's glare was remarkably ugly on that pretty face of his and House leaned in to kiss it away, hooking his cane around Chase's back and yanking him closer. Chase kissed back with fierce passion and House remembered why he liked to keep Chase nice and on the brim of a nervous breakdown.
"Don't make a scene," Chase pleaded, kissing down House's neck and letting his teeth scrape across the junction of shoulder and neck. "Please?"
"What, no juggling saws and yodeling from the mountaintops that I know what you look like when you come?" House asked as innocently as he could. Chase just pried himself out of House's grasp, opening the closet door and leaving.
House followed a few minutes after, finding the good Chase family in his office by the time he returned. "Mrs. Chase," he said perkily, nodding his head in greeting. "Dr. Chase. I see you've both collected your son." They both seemed nice enough, hanging around Chase like he might dash. "Better keep an eye on him. I'd hate to have to dole out another spanking because he's misbehaved," House said with a wink.
Chase just pressed his face into his palms.
House grinned. He loved Thursdays.
THE END
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Chase
Prompt: Parents
Word Count: 646
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: An AU. In which Chase's parents come to visit.
"It's Thursday," House announced and really, they should understand, even though he hadn't really given any clues or indication or fact or hints or…well, anything. "Thursday!" he announced again in a demanding tone. "Oh geez, guys, you're worthless," he muttered, leaning over and flicking Chase's forehead. "Junior's parents are coming today, remember?" He grinned. "I personally can't wait to see the baby pictures. We'll break out the champagne!" he cried loudly, too loudly it seemed, because all three glared at him, though probably for the content of his diatribe rather than the volume.
The esteemed Mrs. Chase was, of course, a recovering alcoholic - recovered for nearly fifteen years now - and apparently, he didn't get to make jokes about it. And Daddy Chase was less fun to snark about; devoted father, devoted husband, devoted to being the best in his field.
"We could have thrown a party," House bemoaned.
"Dad just wants to see where I work," Chase muttered, easing himself away from House's flicking. "They won't be spending much time here," he assured, giving House a warning glare.
House had met Rowan before at conferences so he wasn't curious about meeting them; he was more curious about how Chase would react to their actions and words, to their opinion about his job and workplace and his boss.
"Well, we'll be sure not to scare them off," House assured.
They went through the steps of the diagnosing process and Cameron and Foreman were sent off to take tests. Chase got up of his own volition and left the room and House was definitely not done making him uncomfortable. He picked up his cane and began to pursue him down the hall.
"House," Chase said in a stern tone, not even looking back.
House kept chasing. "Chase," he said in an equally stern tone, but the mocking presence was in his voice. Chase took a hard turn, pushing into a maintenance closet and just begging House to follow him. He closed the door behind him, yanking on the little string and illuminating the room by the crappy light bulb.
And Chase was glaring.
"What do you think you're doing?" Chase hissed. "It's bad enough my parents are coming to visit, you're going to humiliate me in front of Cameron and Foreman?"
House rolled his eyes. "Yeah. You're the one who's got it hard. Not like I'm the boss who has to meet your parents and hope Daddy Chase doesn't have the good sense to figure out that I'm fucking you."
Chase's eyes widened - with horror, really. "House, if you so much as say a word…"
"You'll what, lick me to death?" House interrupted, unimpressed.
Chase's glare was remarkably ugly on that pretty face of his and House leaned in to kiss it away, hooking his cane around Chase's back and yanking him closer. Chase kissed back with fierce passion and House remembered why he liked to keep Chase nice and on the brim of a nervous breakdown.
"Don't make a scene," Chase pleaded, kissing down House's neck and letting his teeth scrape across the junction of shoulder and neck. "Please?"
"What, no juggling saws and yodeling from the mountaintops that I know what you look like when you come?" House asked as innocently as he could. Chase just pried himself out of House's grasp, opening the closet door and leaving.
House followed a few minutes after, finding the good Chase family in his office by the time he returned. "Mrs. Chase," he said perkily, nodding his head in greeting. "Dr. Chase. I see you've both collected your son." They both seemed nice enough, hanging around Chase like he might dash. "Better keep an eye on him. I'd hate to have to dole out another spanking because he's misbehaved," House said with a wink.
Chase just pressed his face into his palms.
House grinned. He loved Thursdays.
THE END
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