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lovely_ambition) wrote2008-09-15 06:07 pm
lovely_ambition) wrote2008-09-15 06:07 pm
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Off The Map
Title: Off The Map
Pairing: None.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Chase has fallen off the grid.
Notes: Written for 'where'.
They called it ‘falling off the grid’ in a number of places and New Jersey called it the same thing as Melbourne did and the telephone call that connected the two places involved that sentence the once, but there was no answer to the question of where the man in question had fallen off the grid to.
When Chase disappeared after Rowan’s funeral and never came back, House just assumed he’d stayed to bond with stepmummy dearest and to see the family he was trying to forget. Then a week passed, then a month, then two. After two months, Cameron was wrought with worry and even Foreman was beginning to become concerned with where Chase might have gotten to.
The stepmother didn’t know.
She gave House a cool apology and her hoarse voice sounded with either grief or too many cigarettes smoked and House wasn’t good enough to tell over the phone which one it was. Cameron checked Chase’s plane tickets and found that the return flight hadn’t ever been taken and somewhere out there in the great wide world was Robert Chase, though none of them had an idea of the where of it.
“Just let it go,” Foreman advised. “I’m sure he’ll come back, if he wants to be found.”
But Cameron cared too much and House loved a mystery just a little more than it was healthy to love something. So when Foreman went home for the day, they sat on the phones and dialed funeral homes and old numbers that no longer connected and talked to relatives who barely had the slightest notion just who this ‘Robert Chase’ really was.
It took them weeks before there was a hint of anything whatsoever and it wasn’t their deductive skills that had brought them to it.
No, it was a simple postcard, instead.
It was from New York and showed the Statue of Liberty on the cover and on the back was the usual perfect writing that Chase always had (and that House had always made fun of him for, remarking that it figured that he would have girlier writing than Cameron did).
On the back was a simple message and stopped the search.
I’m safe and fine.
I’m in New York, will be back to the hospital in a month. Found freedom. Need to figure out how to live now that I’m out of the shadow. Don’t touch my protein powders.
It was signed by one Robert Chase and it was dated to last week.
“We found him,” House said and closed the case. “Make sure to remember how many hours he owes me,” he said to Cameron, flipping a folder shut and tucking the postcard into one of the many drawers of odds and ends he possessed. The case was closed, but it wasn’t solved just yet. Chase wasn’t home. House would file it away then, when things were back to whatever version of normal they purported to know.
THE END
Pairing: None.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Chase has fallen off the grid.
Notes: Written for 'where'.
They called it ‘falling off the grid’ in a number of places and New Jersey called it the same thing as Melbourne did and the telephone call that connected the two places involved that sentence the once, but there was no answer to the question of where the man in question had fallen off the grid to.
When Chase disappeared after Rowan’s funeral and never came back, House just assumed he’d stayed to bond with stepmummy dearest and to see the family he was trying to forget. Then a week passed, then a month, then two. After two months, Cameron was wrought with worry and even Foreman was beginning to become concerned with where Chase might have gotten to.
The stepmother didn’t know.
She gave House a cool apology and her hoarse voice sounded with either grief or too many cigarettes smoked and House wasn’t good enough to tell over the phone which one it was. Cameron checked Chase’s plane tickets and found that the return flight hadn’t ever been taken and somewhere out there in the great wide world was Robert Chase, though none of them had an idea of the where of it.
“Just let it go,” Foreman advised. “I’m sure he’ll come back, if he wants to be found.”
But Cameron cared too much and House loved a mystery just a little more than it was healthy to love something. So when Foreman went home for the day, they sat on the phones and dialed funeral homes and old numbers that no longer connected and talked to relatives who barely had the slightest notion just who this ‘Robert Chase’ really was.
It took them weeks before there was a hint of anything whatsoever and it wasn’t their deductive skills that had brought them to it.
No, it was a simple postcard, instead.
It was from New York and showed the Statue of Liberty on the cover and on the back was the usual perfect writing that Chase always had (and that House had always made fun of him for, remarking that it figured that he would have girlier writing than Cameron did).
On the back was a simple message and stopped the search.
I’m safe and fine.
I’m in New York, will be back to the hospital in a month. Found freedom. Need to figure out how to live now that I’m out of the shadow. Don’t touch my protein powders.
It was signed by one Robert Chase and it was dated to last week.
“We found him,” House said and closed the case. “Make sure to remember how many hours he owes me,” he said to Cameron, flipping a folder shut and tucking the postcard into one of the many drawers of odds and ends he possessed. The case was closed, but it wasn’t solved just yet. Chase wasn’t home. House would file it away then, when things were back to whatever version of normal they purported to know.
THE END