{Supernatural/House} Ficlet 4 - Storytelling
Ficlet Name: Storytelling
Fandom: Supernatural / House Crossover
Author: Bon
Rating: 12
Part: 4
Words: 750
Summary: Part of the seven ficlets in seven days challenge. Doctor Chase is now out on his own in Houston General after his internship with House. A patient presents with a rather unusual set of symptoms and it’s up to Chase to make the diagnosis.
~#~#~
Chase threw his key into the dish sitting on the hall table as he entered his apartment. It had been a tough day at the clinic. House definitely had the right idea. There were only so many three year olds with toys up their noses and concerned parents that you could deal with before going homicidal and taking it out on the idiots that lined the waiting room. He knew he wasn’t that dumb when he was younger. Did they just breed them dumber in the States than they did in Australia?
He made his way into the main room, thinking about the cold beer that sat on the middle shelf of his refrigerator. The sight of a shoe beside the couch caught him for a second before he remembered that he had told John to come to his place. Forty eight hours with no sleep was definitely not good for the memory. Chase walked to the couch, keeping quiet as possible in case the other man was sleeping.
John was indeed asleep. Chase watched him for a second before realising that his chest wasn’t moving. Instinct kicked in and he found his fingers reaching for the pulse point just beside the Adam’s apple, only to find his hand once again held in a vice like grip. Only this time, he was also looking down the barrel of a very scary looking gun.
“At least there was no weird Latin this time.” Chase muttered as he waited for John to fully wake up.
It took a couple of seconds for the spark of intelligence to appear in John’s chocolaty brown eyes. But the second it did, the gun was uncocked and hidden back under the waistband of the man’s pants. It took another couple of seconds before the hand relaxed on Chase’s wrist.
“Sorry, occupational hazard.” John didn’t quite apologise.
“No problem.” Chase pulled away slightly, reminding the other man that he still held his wrist.
John looked down at where his hand surrounded the other man’s and, finally, let go. He pulled himself up until he was sitting on the couch, his hand cradling his chest against the movement.
“Jim told me that I owe you at least dinner.” John said, his face scrunched up in pain. “It’s apparently the price for saving my ass from eternal damnation or something. I guess I should thank you for that.”
Chase grinned. “Occupational hazard.”
John looked at him for a second before letting himself laugh. Chase watched the man’s face light up as he laughed. The thick, dark stubble. The light in his eyes. The man was definitely something.
“So you wanna tell me how you ended up in my hospital with a demonic virus?” Chase asked, dropping to the couch beside John.
“Well, it all started 22 years ago…” John began, reeling out the story.
#~#~#
Four hours later, and surrounded by half empty boxes of Chinese food, Chase couldn’t resist the urge any more. Thrilled by the stories of the hunt for a weird yellow eyed demon and a couple of tales about Dean and Sam, the man’s sons, he couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and let his lips press against the older man’s.
John stopped speaking at the kiss but made no other movements. Chase pulled back, a little panicked. What the hell had he gone and done that for? Sure, he’d been drifting between John’s lips and eyes for the past hour, but to kiss him? Christ, of all the stupid things to do.
“I… Sorry. I didn’t … I shouldn’t…” Chase stuttered the words out, trying to find some way to dismiss his actions.
John smiled and leaned in, kissing Chase back. Chase would probably have been less surprised if House had picked his lock and was standing behind him giving marks on technique. Finally, John pulled back, still smiling.
“It worked!”
“Huh?” Chase asked.
John leaned in again, this time letting his hand cup the side of Chase’s face as he brushed his lips over the younger man’s. His tongue slipping out to tease Chase’s lower lip. Chase reciprocated, letting his lips part and kissing the other man properly. And so it began.
~#~#~
Two counties away, a certain pastor congratulated himself on helping two friends find each other, if only for temporary relief. But the Lord only knows, there could be something else there. He’d have to wait and see. It was a shame that there was no one about to run a book with.
Fandom: Supernatural / House Crossover
Author: Bon
Rating: 12
Part: 4
Words: 750
Summary: Part of the seven ficlets in seven days challenge. Doctor Chase is now out on his own in Houston General after his internship with House. A patient presents with a rather unusual set of symptoms and it’s up to Chase to make the diagnosis.
~#~#~
Chase threw his key into the dish sitting on the hall table as he entered his apartment. It had been a tough day at the clinic. House definitely had the right idea. There were only so many three year olds with toys up their noses and concerned parents that you could deal with before going homicidal and taking it out on the idiots that lined the waiting room. He knew he wasn’t that dumb when he was younger. Did they just breed them dumber in the States than they did in Australia?
He made his way into the main room, thinking about the cold beer that sat on the middle shelf of his refrigerator. The sight of a shoe beside the couch caught him for a second before he remembered that he had told John to come to his place. Forty eight hours with no sleep was definitely not good for the memory. Chase walked to the couch, keeping quiet as possible in case the other man was sleeping.
John was indeed asleep. Chase watched him for a second before realising that his chest wasn’t moving. Instinct kicked in and he found his fingers reaching for the pulse point just beside the Adam’s apple, only to find his hand once again held in a vice like grip. Only this time, he was also looking down the barrel of a very scary looking gun.
“At least there was no weird Latin this time.” Chase muttered as he waited for John to fully wake up.
It took a couple of seconds for the spark of intelligence to appear in John’s chocolaty brown eyes. But the second it did, the gun was uncocked and hidden back under the waistband of the man’s pants. It took another couple of seconds before the hand relaxed on Chase’s wrist.
“Sorry, occupational hazard.” John didn’t quite apologise.
“No problem.” Chase pulled away slightly, reminding the other man that he still held his wrist.
John looked down at where his hand surrounded the other man’s and, finally, let go. He pulled himself up until he was sitting on the couch, his hand cradling his chest against the movement.
“Jim told me that I owe you at least dinner.” John said, his face scrunched up in pain. “It’s apparently the price for saving my ass from eternal damnation or something. I guess I should thank you for that.”
Chase grinned. “Occupational hazard.”
John looked at him for a second before letting himself laugh. Chase watched the man’s face light up as he laughed. The thick, dark stubble. The light in his eyes. The man was definitely something.
“So you wanna tell me how you ended up in my hospital with a demonic virus?” Chase asked, dropping to the couch beside John.
“Well, it all started 22 years ago…” John began, reeling out the story.
#~#~#
Four hours later, and surrounded by half empty boxes of Chinese food, Chase couldn’t resist the urge any more. Thrilled by the stories of the hunt for a weird yellow eyed demon and a couple of tales about Dean and Sam, the man’s sons, he couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and let his lips press against the older man’s.
John stopped speaking at the kiss but made no other movements. Chase pulled back, a little panicked. What the hell had he gone and done that for? Sure, he’d been drifting between John’s lips and eyes for the past hour, but to kiss him? Christ, of all the stupid things to do.
“I… Sorry. I didn’t … I shouldn’t…” Chase stuttered the words out, trying to find some way to dismiss his actions.
John smiled and leaned in, kissing Chase back. Chase would probably have been less surprised if House had picked his lock and was standing behind him giving marks on technique. Finally, John pulled back, still smiling.
“It worked!”
“Huh?” Chase asked.
John leaned in again, this time letting his hand cup the side of Chase’s face as he brushed his lips over the younger man’s. His tongue slipping out to tease Chase’s lower lip. Chase reciprocated, letting his lips part and kissing the other man properly. And so it began.
~#~#~
Two counties away, a certain pastor congratulated himself on helping two friends find each other, if only for temporary relief. But the Lord only knows, there could be something else there. He’d have to wait and see. It was a shame that there was no one about to run a book with.