{Supernatural/House} Ficlet 5 - Regression
Ficlet Name: Regression
Fandom: Supernatural / House Crossover
Author: Bon
Rating: 18
Part: 5
Words: 1,000
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. Warnings for non-con, violence, disturbing imagery.
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The days passed carefully. John was still in pain with even the most basic tasks and Chase was getting quite worried. He changed the dressings religiously and made sure that John was taking his meds but something niggled at him. The actual wounds weren’t that deep and should have been well on their way to being healed, especially with the stitches but instead of the puckered red lines, they were crusted over and still weeping.
If he’d had his way, John would be back in the hospital bed and undergoing panel after panel of tests but the man wouldn’t hear of it. In fact, he’d noticed the man’s hold on his temper start to fray. He seemed to lose it at the drop of a hat and it was lasting longer and longer. Chase was currently curled up on the couch with one of his many medical textbooks. John was in the bedroom, supposedly sleeping, but Chase doubted that he was doing anything but lying between the sheets staring at the ceiling - just like he had been doing for the past three nights.
Chase turned the page, discounting yet another option. It seemed as if nothing quite fit the set of symptoms but that was hardly surprising. Chase rubbed his eyes as the words became unfocused. He hadn’t done this much reading since med school. There had to be something in there though, some reference, something. After all, demons weren’t exactly new to the world. Chase sighed and opened his eyes again, determined to get through at least another few pages before crashing. He jumped as he found himself looking up at John.
“John, jeez, you scared me. I didn’t hear you come out.” Chase smiled up at the older man as he moved a couple of books and his feet off the couch, leaving enough room for John to sit.
John said nothing as he sat down. Chase closed the book on his lap and dropped it to the floor.
“How are you feeling now?” Chase asked, looking down at the dressing that still adorned the older man’s chest. “Did you manage to get any sleep?”
John still said nothing. Chase’s brow wrinkled as he looked up at John, into those chocolate… Wait. Why were his eyes yellow? Well, not quite yellow but yellow and swirling with some black liquid? Chase leaned forward to get a closer look, only to find John lunging at him, pinning him back against the couch.
Chase was about to protest when he felt John’s tongue lick up the side of his neck.
“John?” Chase asked, trying to get his attention. “John? What are you doing?”
John’s hands moved down his arms until they reached the wrists, grabbing tight and holding him in place.
“John… As much fun as this isn’t…” Chase started.
John cut him off by pressing his lips against Chase’s, stabbing forward with his tongue until Chase could hardly breathe. The taste was rotten. Fetid meat. Decay. Chase pushed forward, feeling bile start to rise. But John kept kissing, deeper and deeper. Chase couldn’t hold back anymore and felt the burn in his throat as his dinner made a second appearance.
John pulled back letting Chase turn his head and relieve himself. Chase coughed as the last of his dinner left his system. He couldn’t move his head enough to wipe his mouth on his sleeve. He looked up at John, not quite believing what was happening.
“I told you this mortal was mine!”
Chase would have backed away if he had been able but pinned, he had no choice but to listen to the cackling laughter of the demon.
“I should thank you. You’ve taken good care of this body for me. Cleaned it, patched it up nicely. So kind of you!”
Chase shivered as the demon leaned close again, placing little kisses and licks along Chase’s jaw. The demon transferred both of Chase’s wrists to one hand as he let the other crawl it’s way down the young doctor’s body. Chase tried to struggle for a moment but when the demon got to the waistband of his trousers, he stopped. Surely, the demon couldn’t be planning on…
“I knew you were a little slut from the first time I saw you.” The demon hissed in his ear. “Ready and willing to take me. To give it up for anyone stronger than you. You like it, boy, I can tell. I can smell it.”
Chase turned away, trying to keep away from the demon, but it was futile. Chase could feel the button on his jeans being popped open and the feverish hand slip inside to grab his flaccid shaft. Chase bucked, trying to dislodge the demon but it was useless.
‘Think Chase. Think. You need a way to get him off you. Or knock him out or something.’ Chase thought to himself. ‘Got to have a weakness. Got to.’
Chase bit back the smile as he finally thought of something. With a violent wrench, he pulled a hand loose, managing in one motion to thump as hard as he could into the chest wound. The demon reared back, screaming in that weird hissing voice. It made Chase want to curl up and cover his ears but he persisted.
Another strike, this time to the throat had the demon on his back gasping for air. Chase grabbed for a book and hit the demon across the jaw, knocking him back off the couch. The demon’s head hit the side table on the way down and he was still. Chase rushed to his side, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and dialling 911.
“This is Doctor Robert Chase. I need an ambulance to 15427 Wheatfield Avenue, apartment 4. I have a patient unconscious. Shallow breathing, pulse is high. Hurry please.”
Chase looked at his friend’s body lying on the ground. “I’m sorry, John. I’ll fix this, I swear. I will! Just don’t give up. Please, just don’t give up!”
Fandom: Supernatural / House Crossover
Author: Bon
Rating: 18
Part: 5
Words: 1,000
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. Warnings for non-con, violence, disturbing imagery.
~#~#~
The days passed carefully. John was still in pain with even the most basic tasks and Chase was getting quite worried. He changed the dressings religiously and made sure that John was taking his meds but something niggled at him. The actual wounds weren’t that deep and should have been well on their way to being healed, especially with the stitches but instead of the puckered red lines, they were crusted over and still weeping.
If he’d had his way, John would be back in the hospital bed and undergoing panel after panel of tests but the man wouldn’t hear of it. In fact, he’d noticed the man’s hold on his temper start to fray. He seemed to lose it at the drop of a hat and it was lasting longer and longer. Chase was currently curled up on the couch with one of his many medical textbooks. John was in the bedroom, supposedly sleeping, but Chase doubted that he was doing anything but lying between the sheets staring at the ceiling - just like he had been doing for the past three nights.
Chase turned the page, discounting yet another option. It seemed as if nothing quite fit the set of symptoms but that was hardly surprising. Chase rubbed his eyes as the words became unfocused. He hadn’t done this much reading since med school. There had to be something in there though, some reference, something. After all, demons weren’t exactly new to the world. Chase sighed and opened his eyes again, determined to get through at least another few pages before crashing. He jumped as he found himself looking up at John.
“John, jeez, you scared me. I didn’t hear you come out.” Chase smiled up at the older man as he moved a couple of books and his feet off the couch, leaving enough room for John to sit.
John said nothing as he sat down. Chase closed the book on his lap and dropped it to the floor.
“How are you feeling now?” Chase asked, looking down at the dressing that still adorned the older man’s chest. “Did you manage to get any sleep?”
John still said nothing. Chase’s brow wrinkled as he looked up at John, into those chocolate… Wait. Why were his eyes yellow? Well, not quite yellow but yellow and swirling with some black liquid? Chase leaned forward to get a closer look, only to find John lunging at him, pinning him back against the couch.
Chase was about to protest when he felt John’s tongue lick up the side of his neck.
“John?” Chase asked, trying to get his attention. “John? What are you doing?”
John’s hands moved down his arms until they reached the wrists, grabbing tight and holding him in place.
“John… As much fun as this isn’t…” Chase started.
John cut him off by pressing his lips against Chase’s, stabbing forward with his tongue until Chase could hardly breathe. The taste was rotten. Fetid meat. Decay. Chase pushed forward, feeling bile start to rise. But John kept kissing, deeper and deeper. Chase couldn’t hold back anymore and felt the burn in his throat as his dinner made a second appearance.
John pulled back letting Chase turn his head and relieve himself. Chase coughed as the last of his dinner left his system. He couldn’t move his head enough to wipe his mouth on his sleeve. He looked up at John, not quite believing what was happening.
“I told you this mortal was mine!”
Chase would have backed away if he had been able but pinned, he had no choice but to listen to the cackling laughter of the demon.
“I should thank you. You’ve taken good care of this body for me. Cleaned it, patched it up nicely. So kind of you!”
Chase shivered as the demon leaned close again, placing little kisses and licks along Chase’s jaw. The demon transferred both of Chase’s wrists to one hand as he let the other crawl it’s way down the young doctor’s body. Chase tried to struggle for a moment but when the demon got to the waistband of his trousers, he stopped. Surely, the demon couldn’t be planning on…
“I knew you were a little slut from the first time I saw you.” The demon hissed in his ear. “Ready and willing to take me. To give it up for anyone stronger than you. You like it, boy, I can tell. I can smell it.”
Chase turned away, trying to keep away from the demon, but it was futile. Chase could feel the button on his jeans being popped open and the feverish hand slip inside to grab his flaccid shaft. Chase bucked, trying to dislodge the demon but it was useless.
‘Think Chase. Think. You need a way to get him off you. Or knock him out or something.’ Chase thought to himself. ‘Got to have a weakness. Got to.’
Chase bit back the smile as he finally thought of something. With a violent wrench, he pulled a hand loose, managing in one motion to thump as hard as he could into the chest wound. The demon reared back, screaming in that weird hissing voice. It made Chase want to curl up and cover his ears but he persisted.
Another strike, this time to the throat had the demon on his back gasping for air. Chase grabbed for a book and hit the demon across the jaw, knocking him back off the couch. The demon’s head hit the side table on the way down and he was still. Chase rushed to his side, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and dialling 911.
“This is Doctor Robert Chase. I need an ambulance to 15427 Wheatfield Avenue, apartment 4. I have a patient unconscious. Shallow breathing, pulse is high. Hurry please.”
Chase looked at his friend’s body lying on the ground. “I’m sorry, John. I’ll fix this, I swear. I will! Just don’t give up. Please, just don’t give up!”