Nov. 4th, 2006 09:05 pm
Title: How Do You Like Your Eggs?
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lovely_ambitionTitle: How Do You Like Your Eggs?
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Chase
Prompt: Breakfast
Word Count: 418
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: The many breakfasts at Dr. Chase's place.
It was an old pick-up line, but apparently a good one, and the first time Chase had told it to House, he’d gotten a laugh out of it. “How do you like your eggs in the morning?” So, when House had wound up in Chase’s bed, he didn’t actually ask that question and in the morning, he just cooked up fried eggs with pieces of toast – two pieces of food he couldn’t screw up.
When House stumbled out of the bedroom, Chase just held out the cup of coffee he’d already prepared to go along with the inevitable Vicodin.
“You want to talk about this?” Chase asked, over a half-eaten egg and piece of toast. “Or we could just…”
“Ignore it,” House mumbled, scratching his stubbled cheek, barely awake.
Chase nodded, scraping butter over bread and listening to the sound it made because it was more interesting than continuing to try and get House to open up. “Right.”
*
When he ate alone, it was a bowl of Cheerios, some skim milk, and he was done. That was, when he remembered to eat breakfast. Sometimes, he’d glance at the World Events section of the paper, but most of the time, he just skimmed over the obituaries, just to see what people wrote about their loved ones.
And when his pager went off, he abandoned breakfast completely, most important meal of the day completely ignored because House was calling him in.
And that was more important.
*
He didn’t make breakfast the morning House turned up at four AM, when they couldn’t solve a ten-year-old’s case, and the kid died at two in the morning. Instead, he just let House inside, guiding him to the bedroom and when House left without a word or a clue that anything was okay, Chase didn’t mind.
No breakfast was eaten that morning.
*
The breakfast that Chase thought would be their last – the Last Breakfast, if you would – Chase pulled out no stops. Fruit, eggs, bread, bacon, hell, even hash browns, and it was all set out on the table. If this was going to be the last time, then he might as well give House a good last meal.
House actually glanced at the spread, took a second to take it in, then glanced up at Chase. “I’m not hungry,” he said. “But thanks.”
Chase was sure that he’d actually visibly deflated.
“See you tomorrow,” House offered on his way out.
So maybe he’d earned himself a reprieve. Maybe.
THE END
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Chase
Prompt: Breakfast
Word Count: 418
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: The many breakfasts at Dr. Chase's place.
It was an old pick-up line, but apparently a good one, and the first time Chase had told it to House, he’d gotten a laugh out of it. “How do you like your eggs in the morning?” So, when House had wound up in Chase’s bed, he didn’t actually ask that question and in the morning, he just cooked up fried eggs with pieces of toast – two pieces of food he couldn’t screw up.
When House stumbled out of the bedroom, Chase just held out the cup of coffee he’d already prepared to go along with the inevitable Vicodin.
“You want to talk about this?” Chase asked, over a half-eaten egg and piece of toast. “Or we could just…”
“Ignore it,” House mumbled, scratching his stubbled cheek, barely awake.
Chase nodded, scraping butter over bread and listening to the sound it made because it was more interesting than continuing to try and get House to open up. “Right.”
*
When he ate alone, it was a bowl of Cheerios, some skim milk, and he was done. That was, when he remembered to eat breakfast. Sometimes, he’d glance at the World Events section of the paper, but most of the time, he just skimmed over the obituaries, just to see what people wrote about their loved ones.
And when his pager went off, he abandoned breakfast completely, most important meal of the day completely ignored because House was calling him in.
And that was more important.
*
He didn’t make breakfast the morning House turned up at four AM, when they couldn’t solve a ten-year-old’s case, and the kid died at two in the morning. Instead, he just let House inside, guiding him to the bedroom and when House left without a word or a clue that anything was okay, Chase didn’t mind.
No breakfast was eaten that morning.
*
The breakfast that Chase thought would be their last – the Last Breakfast, if you would – Chase pulled out no stops. Fruit, eggs, bread, bacon, hell, even hash browns, and it was all set out on the table. If this was going to be the last time, then he might as well give House a good last meal.
House actually glanced at the spread, took a second to take it in, then glanced up at Chase. “I’m not hungry,” he said. “But thanks.”
Chase was sure that he’d actually visibly deflated.
“See you tomorrow,” House offered on his way out.
So maybe he’d earned himself a reprieve. Maybe.
THE END
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