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pairing: Well, there were none, but I imagined it might turn out house/chase.
suggested genre: drama
summary: Chase gets sick. But which Chase? There is conflicting information, but it turns out to be Robert chase that is sick.
inspirational aids: Here's what I wrote before I gave up and my notes:
Notes:
symptoms: shortness of breath, fever, weight loss.
ACTUAL: streptococcus pneumoniae that causes meningities
C: What are you doing? I don't have cancer! It's not even in my history!
[House and Wilson exchange a look]
W: We're just...being sure, okay, Rob?
House and Wilson knowing about lung cancer in the history. Chase not knowing.
a strain of pneumonia with an onset of meningitis. and the reason they take on a seemingly normal case is cause cam pleads
****
Dr. House,
I regret to inform you that my condition is worsening and that it appears I will be admitted and will be unable to practice for some time. I hope that you take the measures you feel necessary. Any information that you hold is trusted in your hands.
Dr. Chase
*
two weeks earlier
*
Cameron waited, pacing back and forth in the conference room. Foreman had gone for breakfast and House had yet to show up. She had dealt with Chase, had dealt with Wilson, had dealt with Cuddy and now she was a few minutes away from getting House to actually look at the charts she’d gotten a hold of. There were x-rays, records, and some prescriptions. It was all very illegal for her to have, but it didn’t matter.
It was for the best, she told herself.
“Good morning, childr…” House began. “Where’d the other two go? Making out?”
Cameron shot House a tired look.
“You’re no fun,” he scoffed, plucking the charts from her hand. “Is it a best-seller?” he inquired, flipping them open and holding them up to the light, wincing. “Whoever this guy is, he can’t be having a good time of it. Would you take a look at his lungs,” House marveled, handing the charts back to Cameron.
“I already did,” she folded her arms. “I think it’s a growth.”
“And I think it’s just some water in the lungs,” House retorted, grabbing a cup of coffee. “And since I am your boss, I win.”
“I think it’s cancer,” Cameron said plainly.
House reclined in his chair, taking a sip of his coffee and letting out a refreshed sigh. “So go talk to Wilson,” he waved her off.
“I did,” Cameron countered, crossing her arms. “He agrees that there’s definitely something, but he wants to do more tests before he can be conclusive. He doesn’t think it’s cancer though, he thinks it’s water in the lungs,” she added with a sour look on his face. House was grinning victoriously. “The point is that it might be cancer.”
“So run a biopsy,” House instructed, digging out his yo-yo. “Go! Shoo!”
Cameron simply stood there. “I can’t just run a biopsy. It’s Dr. Chase.”
“You stole Rowan Chase’s charts?” House asked coldly. “Why?”
Cameron simply gave House her puppy-dog eyes. “Dr. House…”
“Dr. Allison Cameron in her natural habitat,” House began coldly, grabbing the charts and shoving them back in their envelope. He glared at Cameron, clearly unhappy about the whole situation. “Deciding that everything has to be in her scope and that everyone needs to…”
“House!”
“…be deemed to be helped by her compassion. I really doubt that Chase would appreciate someone snooping into his life. Only I get to do that. Besides, didn’t…”
“House!”
“…you have enough fun manipulating me with your date? Is it his turn? Were you out of outfits for nights out?” he added, arching an eyebrow and pushing at every last button he could to hurt Cameron. It had stung, but she took a deep breath and persisted.
“House, those aren’t Rowan’s x-rays,” Cameron said, eyes still impossibly wide. “They’re Chase’s. Our Chase. Robert.”
*
“Dr. Chase!” House called out amicably from the doorway of the lab. Chase looked up from the samples he was looking at - fragments of blood - confused and unsure why House was giving him that look. He cleared his throat. “When exactly were you planning on giving me notice of your absence?”
“Absence?” Chase frowned. “What absence?”
pairing: Well, there were none, but I imagined it might turn out house/chase.
suggested genre: drama
summary: Chase gets sick. But which Chase? There is conflicting information, but it turns out to be Robert chase that is sick.
inspirational aids: Here's what I wrote before I gave up and my notes:
Notes:
symptoms: shortness of breath, fever, weight loss.
ACTUAL: streptococcus pneumoniae that causes meningities
C: What are you doing? I don't have cancer! It's not even in my history!
[House and Wilson exchange a look]
W: We're just...being sure, okay, Rob?
House and Wilson knowing about lung cancer in the history. Chase not knowing.
a strain of pneumonia with an onset of meningitis. and the reason they take on a seemingly normal case is cause cam pleads
****
Dr. House,
I regret to inform you that my condition is worsening and that it appears I will be admitted and will be unable to practice for some time. I hope that you take the measures you feel necessary. Any information that you hold is trusted in your hands.
Dr. Chase
*
two weeks earlier
*
Cameron waited, pacing back and forth in the conference room. Foreman had gone for breakfast and House had yet to show up. She had dealt with Chase, had dealt with Wilson, had dealt with Cuddy and now she was a few minutes away from getting House to actually look at the charts she’d gotten a hold of. There were x-rays, records, and some prescriptions. It was all very illegal for her to have, but it didn’t matter.
It was for the best, she told herself.
“Good morning, childr…” House began. “Where’d the other two go? Making out?”
Cameron shot House a tired look.
“You’re no fun,” he scoffed, plucking the charts from her hand. “Is it a best-seller?” he inquired, flipping them open and holding them up to the light, wincing. “Whoever this guy is, he can’t be having a good time of it. Would you take a look at his lungs,” House marveled, handing the charts back to Cameron.
“I already did,” she folded her arms. “I think it’s a growth.”
“And I think it’s just some water in the lungs,” House retorted, grabbing a cup of coffee. “And since I am your boss, I win.”
“I think it’s cancer,” Cameron said plainly.
House reclined in his chair, taking a sip of his coffee and letting out a refreshed sigh. “So go talk to Wilson,” he waved her off.
“I did,” Cameron countered, crossing her arms. “He agrees that there’s definitely something, but he wants to do more tests before he can be conclusive. He doesn’t think it’s cancer though, he thinks it’s water in the lungs,” she added with a sour look on his face. House was grinning victoriously. “The point is that it might be cancer.”
“So run a biopsy,” House instructed, digging out his yo-yo. “Go! Shoo!”
Cameron simply stood there. “I can’t just run a biopsy. It’s Dr. Chase.”
“You stole Rowan Chase’s charts?” House asked coldly. “Why?”
Cameron simply gave House her puppy-dog eyes. “Dr. House…”
“Dr. Allison Cameron in her natural habitat,” House began coldly, grabbing the charts and shoving them back in their envelope. He glared at Cameron, clearly unhappy about the whole situation. “Deciding that everything has to be in her scope and that everyone needs to…”
“House!”
“…be deemed to be helped by her compassion. I really doubt that Chase would appreciate someone snooping into his life. Only I get to do that. Besides, didn’t…”
“House!”
“…you have enough fun manipulating me with your date? Is it his turn? Were you out of outfits for nights out?” he added, arching an eyebrow and pushing at every last button he could to hurt Cameron. It had stung, but she took a deep breath and persisted.
“House, those aren’t Rowan’s x-rays,” Cameron said, eyes still impossibly wide. “They’re Chase’s. Our Chase. Robert.”
*
“Dr. Chase!” House called out amicably from the doorway of the lab. Chase looked up from the samples he was looking at - fragments of blood - confused and unsure why House was giving him that look. He cleared his throat. “When exactly were you planning on giving me notice of your absence?”
“Absence?” Chase frowned. “What absence?”