{Supernatural/House} Ficlet 6 - Death
Ficlet Name: Death
Fandom: Supernatural / House Crossover
Author: Bon
Rating: 18
Part: 6
Words: 870
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.
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Chase slammed the paddles back in place as he watched the monitors blip and then flatline. He listened to the alarms blaring. A dozen concerned eyes looked at him as he counted the seconds.
“Doctor, shouldn’t we…?” One of the nurses asked.
“No.” Chase said, not looking up from John’s face.
Dozens of tests had all ended in the demon’s taunting with that sibilant voice. Pages of medical books sat open on his desk. Hundreds of possibilities had been written on his whiteboard and then crossed off or erased. Nothing seemed to be working. He’d even searched the internet but that was as useless as everything else. And now, he was risking his medical licence.
Both he and Pastor Jim agreed that John wouldn’t want to live like this, possessed and controlled. But even still, he had waited, trying to think of another option but he was out of time.
Thirty seconds. The others in the room were starting to look at each other nervously. The monitors still showed flatline. Chase kept counting. Surely he should be seeing something at this stage.
One minute and still nothing. Chase was starting to question his decision. He’d thought of the demon like a parasite. Using John as a host. Maybe if he could make it a hostile environment, the demon would leave. Maybe. Chase watched, praying. This had to work. Had to. Otherwise, he would have killed his lover for nothing. Well, not quite nothing. He knew that John would prefer death to being forced to harm others, maybe even his sons, against his will.
Ninety seconds. A minute and a half. Chase watched as his team muttered amongst themselves, casting those meaningful looks between each other. They thought he was insane. Maybe he was but everything else had failed. One last treatment. One last time. There were no other options. This was it. And it wasn’t working.
Two minutes and the hospital administrator burst into the room screaming at him to start CPR. Start something. His team looked at him, watching the cracks start to show on his face. Christ, he was almost crying. Come on John. Come on. Do something. Fight back. Fight for me. Fight for your sons. Fight for your life. Just fight, damn you.
Two and a half minutes and was at John’s side, whispering in his ear. Making promises about what he would do once John had revived and was home with him again. Whispering sweet nothings. Lewd suggestions. Anything that he thought would help. But nothing. Still nothing. He couldn’t wait any longer.
He turned to the crash cart, grabbing an shot of epi and stabbing it into John. His team buzzed to life, all silently sighing in relief that their mentor was finally doing his job. The paddles charged and shot electricity through John’s lifeless body. Chase watched the screen. A blip and then nothing. Shouts filled the room as they struggled to save the hunter.
It wasn’t working. Chase took over the defibulator. Shocking him again and again. It was the administrator who dragged him away. Chase was tempted to use the paddles on him. He heard the dreaded words and it almost broke him.
“Time of death…”
Chase felt the world shift and suddenly he was on his knees. Hands brushed his shoulders but he registered nothing. It had only been a week but something had died inside him. How the hell was he going to break this to Jim? To John’s sons? To anyone?!
And that was when he heard it. A sharp intake of breath. The sound of rattling metal. He looked towards the bed. John’s body was bucking violently. Chase was on his feet before he realised it, moving fast. His hands flew to John’s shoulders, holding him down. He screamed at his team, demanding that they get their overpaid asses back in the room.
Yellow eyes met brown and Chase prayed. One final buck and dark smoke seemed to pour from John’s mouth. Chase held his breath. Was this it? Was this the sign?
The yellow changed to brown and Chase knew it was John. He sighed in relief. Or rather he did until he watched John’s eyes close again and the horrific sounds of his last breath. Chase stood motionless. Thankfully, his team didn’t. He didn’t know what they did, he was too busy negotiating with God.
He was torn out of his prayers by the regular blip on the cardiac monitor. He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes. A hand stroked the back of his hand and he forced himself to look at John.
“I guess this time you owe me dinner!” John said throatily.
Chase laughed, tears streaking down his cheeks. He carefully cupped John’s face and leaned in, kissing him gently.
“I swear… If you do that to me again, I’m not bringing you back.”
John laughed that wonderfully throaty laugh. “That’s definitely a deal.”
Chase kissed him again. Everything was right again. John was alive and demon free. But he couldn’t help but think that something dark was waiting just beyond the horizon. However, that could wait for another day. Right now, they were together and that was all that was important.
Fandom: Supernatural / House Crossover
Author: Bon
Rating: 18
Part: 6
Words: 870
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 slammed the paddles back in place as he watched the monitors blip and then flatline. He listened to the alarms blaring. A dozen concerned eyes looked at him as he counted the seconds.
“Doctor, shouldn’t we…?” One of the nurses asked.
“No.” Chase said, not looking up from John’s face.
Dozens of tests had all ended in the demon’s taunting with that sibilant voice. Pages of medical books sat open on his desk. Hundreds of possibilities had been written on his whiteboard and then crossed off or erased. Nothing seemed to be working. He’d even searched the internet but that was as useless as everything else. And now, he was risking his medical licence.
Both he and Pastor Jim agreed that John wouldn’t want to live like this, possessed and controlled. But even still, he had waited, trying to think of another option but he was out of time.
Thirty seconds. The others in the room were starting to look at each other nervously. The monitors still showed flatline. Chase kept counting. Surely he should be seeing something at this stage.
One minute and still nothing. Chase was starting to question his decision. He’d thought of the demon like a parasite. Using John as a host. Maybe if he could make it a hostile environment, the demon would leave. Maybe. Chase watched, praying. This had to work. Had to. Otherwise, he would have killed his lover for nothing. Well, not quite nothing. He knew that John would prefer death to being forced to harm others, maybe even his sons, against his will.
Ninety seconds. A minute and a half. Chase watched as his team muttered amongst themselves, casting those meaningful looks between each other. They thought he was insane. Maybe he was but everything else had failed. One last treatment. One last time. There were no other options. This was it. And it wasn’t working.
Two minutes and the hospital administrator burst into the room screaming at him to start CPR. Start something. His team looked at him, watching the cracks start to show on his face. Christ, he was almost crying. Come on John. Come on. Do something. Fight back. Fight for me. Fight for your sons. Fight for your life. Just fight, damn you.
Two and a half minutes and was at John’s side, whispering in his ear. Making promises about what he would do once John had revived and was home with him again. Whispering sweet nothings. Lewd suggestions. Anything that he thought would help. But nothing. Still nothing. He couldn’t wait any longer.
He turned to the crash cart, grabbing an shot of epi and stabbing it into John. His team buzzed to life, all silently sighing in relief that their mentor was finally doing his job. The paddles charged and shot electricity through John’s lifeless body. Chase watched the screen. A blip and then nothing. Shouts filled the room as they struggled to save the hunter.
It wasn’t working. Chase took over the defibulator. Shocking him again and again. It was the administrator who dragged him away. Chase was tempted to use the paddles on him. He heard the dreaded words and it almost broke him.
“Time of death…”
Chase felt the world shift and suddenly he was on his knees. Hands brushed his shoulders but he registered nothing. It had only been a week but something had died inside him. How the hell was he going to break this to Jim? To John’s sons? To anyone?!
And that was when he heard it. A sharp intake of breath. The sound of rattling metal. He looked towards the bed. John’s body was bucking violently. Chase was on his feet before he realised it, moving fast. His hands flew to John’s shoulders, holding him down. He screamed at his team, demanding that they get their overpaid asses back in the room.
Yellow eyes met brown and Chase prayed. One final buck and dark smoke seemed to pour from John’s mouth. Chase held his breath. Was this it? Was this the sign?
The yellow changed to brown and Chase knew it was John. He sighed in relief. Or rather he did until he watched John’s eyes close again and the horrific sounds of his last breath. Chase stood motionless. Thankfully, his team didn’t. He didn’t know what they did, he was too busy negotiating with God.
He was torn out of his prayers by the regular blip on the cardiac monitor. He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes. A hand stroked the back of his hand and he forced himself to look at John.
“I guess this time you owe me dinner!” John said throatily.
Chase laughed, tears streaking down his cheeks. He carefully cupped John’s face and leaned in, kissing him gently.
“I swear… If you do that to me again, I’m not bringing you back.”
John laughed that wonderfully throaty laugh. “That’s definitely a deal.”
Chase kissed him again. Everything was right again. John was alive and demon free. But he couldn’t help but think that something dark was waiting just beyond the horizon. However, that could wait for another day. Right now, they were together and that was all that was important.