Jul. 4th, 2006 12:27 am
Title: Nature vs. Nurture
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Title: Nature vs. Nurture
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House, Chase
Prompt: Children
Word Count: 417
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Chase and the old fellows used to play a game: What would House's metaphorical child be like?
Cameron was on sick-leave on Tuesday the nineteenth and that was why Chase had taken over, propping his legs up on the desk and opening House's mail with the engraved letter opener that some donor to the hospital had sent years ago and House had never thanked. House lingered, playing paddleball idly and sipping coffee with his free hand.
You would almost think that they had no work to do, if it weren't for the fact that Foreman was doing it all for them. Chase ripped open another letter - which looked pretty damn fancy - and read the card. "Miranda had another kid," Chase called out to House. Miranda had been a fellow when Chase had first started, but had left within two weeks on maternity leave. She'd never come back.
"Yeah?" House wandered over and plucked the letter away. "A burden weighing eight pounds and six ounces. Good for her, bad for her bank account."
Chase eased back into the chair, staring at House thoughtfully. When Miranda was there, they used to play a game. They called it 'Spawn of Satan, aka House'. It constituted talking about just what a son of House might grow up to be.
"She's happy," Chase commented.
"She's probably on a dozen epidurals," House countered. "That kid of hers is going to grow up just like her, you watch. No respect for authority and acting twenty years older than she has any right to act."
"It's a boy," Chase pointed out.
"Boy, girl, all the same before puberty," House waved it off. "Now, if you had a kid, I can just see how that'd turn out." Chase rolled his eyes. Sure, House had figured out their game and had punished them with a week of this kind of talk. "Slacker, would probably do pot in high school, turn into a surfer while you scratched all that pretty hair wondering where you went wrong."
"Nature and nurture, you figure?" Chase smirked.
"Your propensity for surfing, more like."
Chase just watched House pacing. "As opposed to your kid?" he played the same game. "Acerbic and witty, but would drive everyone in a four mile radius away with a single glower?"
House just smirked right back at Chase, snatching away the ball Chase had been tossing back and forth. "That'd be my boy," he announced proudly, juggling the paddleball and the lacrosse ball with one hand while sipping his coffee with the other and heading back to his office, not another word spoken.
THE END
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House, Chase
Prompt: Children
Word Count: 417
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Chase and the old fellows used to play a game: What would House's metaphorical child be like?
Cameron was on sick-leave on Tuesday the nineteenth and that was why Chase had taken over, propping his legs up on the desk and opening House's mail with the engraved letter opener that some donor to the hospital had sent years ago and House had never thanked. House lingered, playing paddleball idly and sipping coffee with his free hand.
You would almost think that they had no work to do, if it weren't for the fact that Foreman was doing it all for them. Chase ripped open another letter - which looked pretty damn fancy - and read the card. "Miranda had another kid," Chase called out to House. Miranda had been a fellow when Chase had first started, but had left within two weeks on maternity leave. She'd never come back.
"Yeah?" House wandered over and plucked the letter away. "A burden weighing eight pounds and six ounces. Good for her, bad for her bank account."
Chase eased back into the chair, staring at House thoughtfully. When Miranda was there, they used to play a game. They called it 'Spawn of Satan, aka House'. It constituted talking about just what a son of House might grow up to be.
"She's happy," Chase commented.
"She's probably on a dozen epidurals," House countered. "That kid of hers is going to grow up just like her, you watch. No respect for authority and acting twenty years older than she has any right to act."
"It's a boy," Chase pointed out.
"Boy, girl, all the same before puberty," House waved it off. "Now, if you had a kid, I can just see how that'd turn out." Chase rolled his eyes. Sure, House had figured out their game and had punished them with a week of this kind of talk. "Slacker, would probably do pot in high school, turn into a surfer while you scratched all that pretty hair wondering where you went wrong."
"Nature and nurture, you figure?" Chase smirked.
"Your propensity for surfing, more like."
Chase just watched House pacing. "As opposed to your kid?" he played the same game. "Acerbic and witty, but would drive everyone in a four mile radius away with a single glower?"
House just smirked right back at Chase, snatching away the ball Chase had been tossing back and forth. "That'd be my boy," he announced proudly, juggling the paddleball and the lacrosse ball with one hand while sipping his coffee with the other and heading back to his office, not another word spoken.
THE END
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