Tales Told Part 10
Title: Tales Told Out of Turn Part 10/?
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairing/Grouping: House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Crossover w/Stargate: Atlantis and Eureka ( I do my best to explain the non-House shows.)
Summary: House spent way too much time moving around the world as a child and some places had more interesting people than others. How much trouble can a childhood friend cause?
Warnings: Hurt!Chase makes an appearance, although the harm is done prior to this fic. Mentions are made, but no graphic discriptitions. (And I fix him, so it's really about the healing not the hurt.)
Beta: recrudescence
Just a quick note: Allison Blake is a Eureka character. Allison Cameron is in this chapter for about four paragraphs. Cameron will almost always be refered to as Cameron and Blake will be Allison. Hopefully that'll make sense. I'll do my best to remember not to confuse people when they do end up in the same room.
(Part 9)
****
House poked at his PSP and nearly threw it across the office. Stupid thing, crashing when I load the damn save file, crashing when I try to start a new game. If I have to reset the whole thing I’m going to be really mad.
The knock on the glass was a welcome distraction; House looked up and blinked. Wow, he clashes even worse than Chase usually manages. Waving his hand in a vague motion that could be interpreted as permission to enter, House leaned back in his chair.
“Doctor House?” The man entered, a younger man following him in and closing the door.
“Who wants to know?” House frowned as the younger of the two bounced in place and stared round as though he didn’t have a brain. It reminded House of someone, but he couldn’t place it, yet.
"Um, I’m Dr. Daniel Jackson and this,” Daniel flapped a hand at the younger man as he spoke, “Is Jonathan.”
The younger man waved his hand without looking House’s direction. Then he jammed his hands into his pockets and it clicked for House.
"Your last name wouldn’t be O’Neill, would it?”
Both men stared at House for several breaths before Daniel said, “That’s not actually what’s on his paperwork.”
“Not that I wouldn’t answer to it, though.” Cocking his head, Jonathan abruptly moved to one side as Cameron burst into the office from the lounge.
“House…”
“You’re late.”
Cameron glanced at the others in the office before focusing on House. “I know.”
House glared at her tone of voice. Behind Cameron, Daniel had taken a hold of Jonathan’s arm and pulled him closer to whisper something in the younger man’s ear.
“I was about to tell you that I got stopped on the way to work by the police. Someone seems to think I work for a drug dealer. They searched my car and me before finally letting me go.”
House looked closer at Cameron’s slightly disheveled appearance. “And this concerns me because why?”
“Maybe because they seem to think I’m supplying Vicodin to people who are addicted to it and lying on hospital records.”
House scowled. To actually say Vicodin meant the cop had snooped or probably had someone asking the questions for him. That was not something House needed with cookie-cutter aliens popping into and out of the hospital at random intervals. “A drug search took all morning?”
Cameron rolled her eyes. “They redid the search twice and then again with a K9 unit.”
“You really made that cop mad, didn’t you?” House smirked. “Good job.”
Huffing, Cameron crossed her arms. “House.”
“Look, I don’t care if you provoked the guy into calling you names because I’ve influenced your impressionable character, but setting other cops on you sounds like an extreme reaction.”
“If my boss didn’t advertise his drug habit quite so much…”
“Uh, excuse me, but if you’d just tell us where to find Jack O’Neill we’ll get out of your way.” Jerking his thumb over his shoulder, Daniel made a hopeful expression.
House stood, slipping his PSP into his pocket. “I’ll have to show you. We had to move them again.”
Daniel’s eyes darted to Cameron and then back to House. “I’m sure we could…”
“You’ll need an escort or my minion standing guard won’t let you in.”
Cameron started to follow them down the hall until House turned on his cane and glared at her.
“You still have your car?”
Cameron frowned, her brows drawing together. “Yes, barely.”
“Go tell Cuddy what happened.” House made shooing motions with his free hand. With a disgusted last look, Cameron went. Turning back around, House led the way into the elevator, leaning against the wall as he pulled out his cell. “So, you’re the clone then?”
Jonathan jerked upright from where he’d been leaning against the other wall. “What?”
House glanced up and then went back to punching buttons on his phone. “Rodney said something about clones after Chase said he’d met Loki and hadn’t liked him.”
Blinking, Daniel shared a look with Jonathan before looking back at House. “Who’s Chase?”
Leading the way down the hall of the floor they’d stopped on, House didn’t answer until he opened the door to a room with its curtains drawn tight. “The floppy-haired one sitting next to Rodney is Chase.” House walked over and poked at Chase with his cane.
Chase stood up and moved out of House’s way and he took Chase’s seat. Daniel closed the door behind them and turned to take in the room. One bed to the right held John Sheppard, sitting up and holding a pillow to his front with the arm that didn’t have an IV. To the left was the door that led to the bathroom, and to the left of that was a low worn out couch with Jack sprawled on one end. To the left of that, McKay’s bed had been turned sideways and shoved up against the wall.
“Ah, Jack, you didn’t mention that they had clearance.”
Jack shrugged. “It isn’t official yet. Hey, Daniel. Hey, mini-me.”
Jonathan plopped down on the end of Sheppard’s bed. “Hey, old me. What’s with him knowing Loki?” Jonathan jerked a thumb at Chase.
Jack settled further into the couch as Daniel sat down beside him, still frowning. “Evidently Loki played with the Doc’s genes.”
Jonathan blinked at Jack calling Chase ‘Doc’ before tapping his fingers on his knee absently. “Huh. Bad?”
“His ATA gene doesn’t work now.”
Daniel leaned forward slightly. “Do we know why Loki picked you?”
****
Chase settled on the edge of Rodney’s bed. “I wasn’t going to be missed.” He watched how Jonathan moved; it was so much like O’Neill that it was uncanny. If Chase hadn’t known him for a clone, he’d have said they were closely related family within moments of meeting them.
Daniel opened his mouth to say something else when there was a knock on the door.
House shifted his grip on his cane. “What?”
A nurse stuck her head into the room. “Dr. House, there’s a man asking for Dr. McKay. He says his name is Henry and that Dr. McKay is expecting him.”
House turned his head to look past Chase at Rodney even as he relaxed his hand on his cane. “Really?”
Rodney tugged at the blanket he’d tucked around his legs, even though he was leaning against pillows set between him and the wall and didn’t really need the cover. “I called him.”
Jack interrupted. “Show him in, ma’am.” The nurse closed the door with a click and Jack looked at House. “McKay said that they’d be interesting.”
Rubbing a hand across his face, Rodney made a rude noise. “Interesting isn’t the word.”
****
Chase turned his head and winced. Just what I need right now. The damn colors are really bright around the General and his clone. Just like around House. The weird wording is different though, hmm. Slowly blinking, Chase tried to force his vision back to normal.
House leaned over and smacked the bottom of Chase’s shoe with his cane. “You tired?”
Shaking his head slightly, Chase squinted. “No, just my eyes.” Glancing around the room before looking at House, Chase blinked several times. “It’ll go away.”
House made a noise in his throat as the door to the room opened and let in a thin, tall black man and Wilson.
Rodney grinned and waved at the newcomer. “Henry!”
Henry took in the rest of the room as he moved towards Rodney. “You okay, McKay?”
Rodney scooted to the edge of his bed and shook hands with Henry, all while ignoring the looks he was getting from everyone else. “Good, good. Not kidnapped or about to die, so you know, better than usual.” Rodney made a show of checking around Henry’s side. “Where’s the kid? I distinctly remember telling you to bring him along.”
Henry bit his lip as he shook his head. “You definitely haven’t changed. Stark hit the roof when Allison Blake told him she was bringing Kevin and coming with me.” Henry sighed. “It’s not been a good time. Are you really sure about this?”
“Henry, you described something that’s happened to other people I know. The whole bright light, showing back up naked thing isn’t unknown.” Rodney glared at Daniel as he choked and then sputtered, coughing for several moments before going quiet. Turning back to Henry, Rodney said, “Has Kevin said what he remembers?”
Henry blinked. “Oh, that’s right, you don’t know. Kevin’s non-verbal now.”
Rodney narrowed his eyes. “What the hell happened? What he’d get exposed to?”
Sighing, Henry dropped heavily to sit on the other side of Rodney from Chase. “The Artifact.”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Great. Of course, just lovely. Anyone else?”
“Kim: she died. Jack, who seems perfectly normal, at least for him.”
Several heads in the room turned to look at O’Neill by the window.
“This Jack have a last name? I’m Jack O’Neill, by the way.” O’Neill waved at Henry. “Since, you know, McKay has no manners.”
Bristling, Rodney fidgeted with his blanket. “Oh, just because I’m waiting until Allison and everyone else gets in here to exchange names. Like it’ll matter because no one will remember everyone’s names anyway.” Rodney turned to Henry. “This Jack new, or something?”
“Replaced the old sheriff after a small mishap.”
“Said mishap didn’t involve Fargo and rips in space time, did it?”
Henry smiled. “Actually it wasn’t his fault at all. Jack, whose last name is Carter…”
Jonathan burst out laughing, stopping Henry mid-sentence as he stared. O’Neill rolled his head back and forth on his shoulders.
“Carter? Really?” Daniel looked like he was biting his lips to keep from laughing.
“Yes, and this is funny because why?”
The door opened and a beautiful lady stuck her head in for a moment before leaning back out into the hallway and yelling, “Found him.” Standing in the doorway, the lady hooked her thumb into her uniform belt. “Henry, don’t you think this is a lot of people?”
“Rodney thinks it’s important, Jo. You remember last time Rodney thought something was important?” Shrugging, Henry poked at Rodney, forcing him to move over, closer to Chase.
Jo’s eyebrows went up. “I remember I didn’t like it.” She glanced at everyone in the room. “And Jack’s not going to like this.”
“Like what, Jo?” Jack Carter smiled at Jo as he ushered Allison and Kevin ahead of him.
Shaking her head Jo slipped to one side and stood by Wilson, giving him a once-over before sliding the door closed. “It’s a surprise.”
Carter rolled his eyes and looked around the room. “Henry, isn’t this a lot of people to be talking to?”
Henry held up one hand. “Hang on, I’m trying to find out why they think your name is funny.”
Jonathan waved the hand not wrapped around his stomach. “It’s just that he’s Jack O’Neill and we’ve got a Samantha Carter that works for him. She can’t call him Jack and he can’t call her anything except Carter.”
O’Neill glared at his clone. “I don’t remember you doing any better.”
Shrugging, Jonathan moved over to let Kevin climb up beside him on the foot of Sheppard’s bed. “Haven’t had much to do with her lately.”
“Could we focus?” Rodney pointed at Kevin. “He do anything else weird since getting way to close to that thing?”
Allison narrowed her eyes at Rodney. “How do you know about that?” She shifted her glare to Henry. “As if I didn’t know.”
“Who cares at this point? Look, what exactly happened? We may know more how it messed with Kevin than you, Allison.”
Allison sat behind Kevin, near Sheppard’s leg, and wrapped an arm around her boy. “After the accident where we lost Kim, he started acting normal. He was talking, playing, just normal.”
Carter rolled his hand in a ‘go on’ motion. “Except for…”
Throwing a look at Carter as she spoke, Allison continued, “Except for making models of the Artifact in ever medium he had. Pictures, models, it went on and on.”
Daniel frowned. “That sounds…”
****
Chase grabbed his head as Kevin suddenly turned towards Daniel and looked at him. “Ow.”
House glanced at Chase as Daniel trailed off. “What is it, Chase?"
Rubbing at one eye Chase squinted at Kevin. “That’s probably not good.”
“What are you seeing?” Wilson sounded worried and everyone looked at Chase, except for Kevin and Daniel, who kept watching each other.
“Bloody text.” Muttering under his breath, Chase blinked several times. “I don’t know really."
Wilson dug into his lab coat pockets and produced pen and paper. “Here, try to copy it.” Crossing to hand the items to Chase, Wilson discreetly nudged House’s cane with his shoe.
Glaring up at Wilson, House waved his cane towards O’Neill. “What exactly are we talking about?”
Watching Chase scribble, O’Neill answered absently. “One of those dead, but not dead situations.” O’Neill waved a hand at Daniel. “He got exposed to radiation and instead of dying he,” making vague motions with his hands, O’Neill’s voice continued to harden as he spoke, “Ascended. Went all glowing squid-thingy.”
Daniel hit O’Neill on the arm. “I wasn’t a squid, Jack.”
“You did glow.”
Chase glanced at Rodney and then went back to writing. “So, you didn’t lie to that guy?”
Rodney snorted. “I wasn’t actually there for it, but mostly, yeah. Daniel saved a planet that day.”
Carter blinked. “A planet, not the planet?”
Rodney smiled at Carter before smirking at Jo. “He’s got a brain. That must just grate on your nerves, Jo.”
Jo leveled a look at Rodney. “You grate on my nerves, McKay.”
Allison watched Daniel with wide eyes. “Did you ever do anything else?”
Daniel shrugged. “It depends on what we’re talking about.”
Chase held out the paper towards Wilson.
Rodney snatched it. “Crap, crap, crap. Why didn’t you say you were seeing in Ancient?”
Blinking, Chase flexed his hand as though he was expecting to find missing fingers. “That’s their writing?”
Rodney waved the paper at Daniel, who took it and started to study it. “No, no, not them. Same people that showed Daniel how to be a glowing octopus.”
“I’d shut up if I were you, Rodney.” Daniel frowned at the writing and held out his hand in a grabby motion towards O’Neill. “Pen.”
O’Neill rolled his eyes and pulled a pen from his pocket to hand to Daniel. “You have a theory, don’t you, McKay?”
Everyone’s eyes turned to Rodney, who was back to fidgeting with his blanket, for lack of anything better to fidget with. “Maybe. Just I don’t see how it could have downloaded into his head and not killed him, so I was kind of hoping House wouldn’t mind doing an MRI.”
Jonathan’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you saying what I’m thinking you’re saying?”
Rodney looked down his nose at Jonathan. “If you by that you mean, do I think maybe the Artifact is really a half-imploded, malfunctioning Ancient problem, then yes.”
Carter’s eyebrows went up. “Ancient?”
Leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees, O’Neill looked at Rodney. “You’re determined to make my life hell, aren’t you?”
“Shit.” Daniel waved the pen at Chase. “You can’t read any of this, can you?”
Chase shook his head. “No. Why?”
Smiling, Daniel put the pen back to his paper. “I’ll have to teach you.” O’Neill gripped the end of the pen, earning a glare from Daniel. “Jack, let go.”
“What’s it say, Daniel?”
“Oh, mostly that Kevin’s gotten near an Ancient Archive powered by the same thing that powers Sheppard’s base.”
Shifting, Sheppard pulled his legs past Allison’s back and started to stand. “It’s not my base, sir.”
Daniel pulled the pen from O’Neill’s grasp. “Good as any name right now.”
“True.” Sheppard pushed himself to his feet and promptly swayed dangerously until Jo grabbed him and held him upright.
“Okay, back into bed for you.” Jo gently shoved Sheppard down to sit on the edge of the bed and then jerked back as the bathroom door opened.
Peeking around the corner of the door, Thor looked at O’Neill, who was glaring. “O’Neill, I must speak with you.”
Smiling weakly at those in the room with their mouths hanging open, O’Neill turned and glared at Thor. “You better be a hologram, Thor.”
“Would you rather a hologram, O’Neill? It would require less power form the Daniel Jackson.”
Throwing up his hands, O’Neill stood up and moved towards Thor. “Never mind. What’d you need?”
****
Daniel shook his head as Jack disappeared into the bathroom with Thor. The flash of light was barely noticeable under the door. Good thing he thought to use the bathroom; glass walls would leak light everywhere. Glancing up through his lashes as the room erupted in sound as the people from Eureka all started talking, shouting with the occasional waving about of hands, Daniel could see Jonathan looking thoughtfully between Kevin and Chase. Mini-Jack is crappy at controlling his expression every moment like Jack does. I wonder if he means to do that or if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it.
Finally, the shouting subsided as Rodney promised to explain if they’d all shut up.
“It’s all Daniel’s fault.”
Looking up from his notes and glaring at Rodney, Daniel made a face. “Oh, yes, blame aliens on me.”
Jonathan made a thoughtful noise. “Well, if you really think about it…”
“Shut up, Ja…Jonathan. I’m not responsible for everything.”
“Most of it, though. I mean, really, Daniel, who got Catherine interested in the item that started the program? Who translated the rock…”
“Artifact,” muttered Daniel as he looked back down at his notes.
“Rock,” stated Jonathan firmly. “Who saved who first? And who blew Ra up?”
Making a face at Jonathan, Daniel turned to the rest of the room and smiled his best guileless smile. “Jack blew up Ra.”
Jonathan snorted. “Oh, yes, but I remember he had help from someone named…Oh, I can’t quite remember…”
“Shut up, Jonathan.”
Grinning, Jonathan leaned back. “Told you so.”
Daniel opened his mouth to start the standard argument when Sheppard interrupted.
“This is the small tactical nuke we’re talking about, right?”
Henry blinked. “Wait, there hasn’t been a nuclear blast that hasn’t been accounted for…”
Carter crossed his arms. “Not this planet, was it?”
****
House just sat back and watched. This is definitely not boring. Watching Kevin watch Daniel was slightly less fun then watching Wilson fuss over Sheppard, who was trying to fend him off, even as he asked Daniel questions. We’re going to need more chairs. House pulled out his cell again and started punching in another page to Cuddy.
He heard the beep of her pager and his head snapped up to watch the door slide open just as Daniel was mid-sentence.
“…Actually it was halfway across the galaxy…” Daniel shut his mouth with a click of teeth as Cuddy looked around until she found House to glare at.
“I don’t want to know what…”
“I need the MRI for half a day.” House could see Cuddy completely lose her train of thought.
“You what?”
Chase rubbed at his temple. “House thinks everyone that’s been near Rodney has been exposed to something classified that could be dangerous.”
Quickly jumping on the lie that might not be such a lie, House added, “I need the scans to tell if the cookie-cutter aliens messed with everyone’s heads or just Chase’s.”
Cuddy rolled her eyes before turning to Wilson, who was making a face at House, until Cuddy started to turn. “Translate.”
“It really is classified.”
Cuddy threw up her hands. “Fine. I’ll see what I can do.” With a scathing look House’s direction, Cuddy turned towards the door. “Somebody from Earth better be paying for the scans.”
House stuck his tongue out at her back as she left the room. As soon as the curtain was drawn and the door closed, House was ducking blows from Rodney and Chase. “Hey!”
****
Sliding down into his couch’s embrace, House watched Chase jerk his jacket off. Wilson settled beside House and sighed as he propped his feet up on the coffee table.
“Do you think Cuddy will notice O’Neill’s not there before he drops back in?”
Flipping through the TiVo list, House ignored the sounds from the front closet as Chase banged things around. “Since we moved them again and spread them out across a double size room, probably not. There’s too many to count.”
Chase shoved his way between the other two as he stepped over the back of the couch to get between them. Slipping down until he was wedged between them, Chase pulled the remote from House’s hand. “They’re the ones who wanted to stay together. And Thor is smart enough to keep track of where they are in the hospital.” Turning to House, Chase glared. “I hate when you listen to conversations when you should be asleep.”
House glided his fingertips down Chase’s forearm and tugged the remote free. “You weren’t going to tell me.”
Sighing, Chase leaned against House. “Not the details.” Rubbing at his eyes, Chase relaxed the rest of his body.
“Eyes hurting?” Wilson rubbed his hand up and down Chase’s arm.
Shrugging, Chase wormed a hand under the hem of House’s shirt. “Just tired.”
House pushed on Chase’s shoulder until he repositioned himself across their laps. His head in House’s lap and his legs across Wilson’s, Chase sighed and closed his eyes.
“Better.”
Snorting, Wilson stole the remote from House and tried to hold it out of his reach. Slipping one hand under Chase’s shoulders to keep him from rolling onto the floor, House leaned forward to stretch after the remote. Chase’s face ended up pressed to the front of House’s pants for a moment before Wilson let House have the remote as he gestured towards Chase.
House leaned back and started to roll Chase’s head away from his crotch, until Chase’s hand on his zipper made him freeze. Glancing at Wilson, whose eyes were on Chase, House didn’t stop him as Chase gently pulled House’s limp cock out.
Staring at the swelling shaft, Chase rubbed his thumb back and forth over one spot until House made a noise in his throat. “I…” Pressing his lips together for a moment, Chase quickly swiped his tongue across the head of House’s cock before rolling away and landing in a heap on the floor. “I’m going to bed.”
****
House stared down at himself as he listened to Chase’s footsteps move away. He felt Wilson shift beside him. Tucking himself away before he stood up, hoping that his shakiness wasn’t noticeable, House headed into the bedroom. I wonder if he was thinking when he did that, or if it was habit reemerging. House stopped in the doorway as he caught sight of what Chase was doing.
Spread across the bed, his knees bent up to his chest, his slick fingers pumping into his own ass, lay Chase. His eyes were slightly glazed as he watched House watching him. House settled on the edge of the bed and just watched as Chase began to slide his other hand up and down his shaft. Vaguely aware of Wilson coming to stand behind him, House reached out towards Chase, who pressed his fingers deeper into himself. House felt Wilson’s hand close on his shoulder as he touched the outside of Chase’s closer knee.
“You haven’t…”
House slapped the side of Wilson’s leg without even looking to aim. “Shut up. If he wants to get himself off, that’s fine.”
Chase rolled his eyes even as he pumped his hand faster. “I’m not…broken.”
Settling his hand on Chase’s ankle, House nodded. “We know that.” Rubbing his thumb across Chase’s skin, House pursed his lips in thought before continuing, “You haven’t been comfortable. This was a surprise.”
With a soft noise from the back of his throat, Chase’s eyelids slid partway closed as he thumbed the head of his dick. Wilson’s hand on House’s shoulder tightened as Chase suddenly stilled. Jerking his foot from House’s grasp, Chase rolled away from them and sat up on the other side of the bed.
Grabbing up a small towel from the floor near the nightstand, Chase angrily wiped off his fingers. “I hate feeling unsafe.” Glancing at the others Chase threw the towel back down. “I don’t know how to fix this.”
House blinked. “You don’t have to fix anything.” Cocking his head to one side, House used his cane to reach across the bed and hook Chase’s elbow with the handle. “You feel unsafe here?”
Chase huffed. “No.” Frowning, he stood up. “Not exactly. I…I can’t explain it.” Rubbing at his wrist, Chase moved towards the bedroom door. “I’m taking a shower.”
****
Sighing, Wilson dropped next to House on the edge of the bed. “Shit.”
House pulled his cane back across the bed and put it where it usually went. “This is stupid.”
Turning his head away from the doorway, Wilson frowned at House. “His fear is stupid?”
House yanked off his shirt. “Not his fear. Or the nightmares. Being out here while he’s wet and naked in the shower is stupid.”
Wilson smiled faintly. “What are you going to do?”
Pushing his jeans down his hips, House glared at Wilson. “What’s it look like?”
Pulling off his socks, Wilson’s smile grew. “Like you’re about to go pounce on him.”
House patted the side of Wilson’s head. “You’re smarter than you look.”
Turing his head swiftly, Wilson nipped House’s hand before he could pull away.
“Leave the fingers.” House rubbed beside the scar on his thigh. “And don’t get between him and the mirror, okay?”
****
Wilson opened his mouth, but then he just nodded. Following House towards the bathroom, Wilson paused long enough to find towels for them to use afterwards. By the time he caught up, House had Chase pinned to the wall of the shower with his mouth latched onto Chase’s side. Wilson watched them in the mirror, the fogging at the edges making them seem more like a dream then the sounds did.
Leaning against the edge of the counter, out of Chase’s direct line of sight in the mirror, Wilson was content to just watch House devour Chase. That’s what it looked like, at least. Lazily stroking himself, Wilson watched as House pushed Chase from the tub and used him to balance as he stepped out as well.
"Up against James.” House pushed on Chase’s shoulder firmly. Wilson hitched up onto the counter so that he could cushion Chase as he leaned into Wilson’s chest. House moved Chase’s head until he was looking over Wilson’s shoulder at himself in the mirror. “Watch us, love.”
Wilson watched House as his slick fingers disappeared slowly into Chase. One at first, followed quickly by a second. The furrow of House’s brow as he concentrated on what his fingers were doing to Chase made Wilson want to reach out with his thumb and smooth the skin down. Wrapping his arms around Chase seemed to free Chase from his daze.
Arms squeezed Wilson’s torso as Chase clamped down with surprising strength. Kissing the skin beneath his lips, Wilson listened to Chase’s little grunts as House worked his fingers back and forth.
“Uh.” Chase arched a little and began rocking. Wilson wiggled one hand between them until he could grip Chase’s dick. “Oh…uh, more.”
House and Wilson traded a look as House pulled his fingers free and repositioned himself. Reaching past them to grasp the edge of the sink, House thrust into Chase. Wilson felt it in his shoulder as Chase’s breath caught in his throat.
“Harder.” Wondering when his voice had gotten that harsh, Wilson pumped his hand along Chase’s shaft as House’s movement jolted Chase into Wilson, away, and then back again.
He turned his head when Chase’s grip on his back started to lessen. He could barely see it from the corner of his eye as Chase braced his hand against the mirror, inches from their reflection.
House shifted his weight and leaned in against Chase’s back, whispering into Chase’s ear. Wilson turned his eyes to House’s leg and watched the muscles quiver. Picking up the pace of his hand, Wilson pressed his lips to Chase’s hair.
“Ours.”
Chase’s breath hitched and then he stiffened with a low groan as he came. Wilson eased his grip, but kept gliding his hand up and down as House buried his nose into Chase’s hair and grunted as he buried himself as deep as he could.
Then, before Wilson could catch him, House listed to one side and he tried to hold himself up, but ended up sprawled on the rug on the floor. Chase stayed slumped against Wilson, effectively pinning him for the moment. Shifting Chase slowly, as he didn’t want to make him come back to himself faster than he had to, Wilson watched House pant and rub his leg.
Finally looking up, House stopped moving and said, “Shower?”
Wilson stifled a laugh against Chase’s shoulder and finally nodded.
****
Sheppard watched Daniel pace from under his lashes. He could barely make out Jonathan sitting in a chair watching him in the dim light.
“He’s fine, Daniel.”
Without even slowing down, Daniel looked at Jonathan with a grim expression. “You don’t know that.”
Shrugging, Jonathan slid a little lower in his chair. “Nope, but it’s Thor…So. He’s fine.”
“Did it really bother you when I died?”
Jonathan choked. “Wha…?” Sitting up straighter, he caught Daniel on the next pass. “What? You’re asking me that? Why not ask him?”
Daniel stopped, staring blankly at a wall. “I can’t. You…your older self doesn’t talk. You know that.”
“What makes you think I talk any better?”
Sheppard could see the tension in his shoulders as Daniel heaved a sigh.
“You’re more…open. Less worn down. I don’t know, okay?”
Blinking, Jonathan let Daniel pull away and resume pacing. “Sometimes this body sucks.” Leaning his head back against the wall behind the chair, Jonathan glanced at Sheppard and then back at Daniel. “There are things that can’t be expressed in words, Daniel. Losses, feelings, stuff that isn’t weapons. I’m bad at those things.”
Daniel stopped in front of Jonathan’s chair and glared down at him.
Sighing, Jonathan made a gesture with one hand. “It bothered us. A lot.” Grimacing, he passed a hand across his face. “I’m not saying this. You didn’t ever hear this from me. Maybe Teal’c told you, I don’t care what lie you use…”
“What makes you think I’m going to talk to him?”
“Because if you’d just shut up I’d tell you that if he had the least bit of self-confidence in his ability to not fuck up he’d have jumped you loooong ago. Really, really long ago.”
Daniel blinked. “Wait. What?”
Jonathan rolled his eyes. “You still Swiss cheese on your memories, or did no one tell you how bad the missions were in the year you were gone?”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Daniel said, “What about you?”
“What about me? Finally someone decides to care what I think? Thanks. Really. I’m touched.” Grabbing Daniel’s free arm, Jonathan yanked to get Daniel’s eyes back on him. “I’m just a fucking copy, Daniel. They won’t even let me fly anymore. At least nothing fun, because no one bothers to remember I’m not really the age my body says I am.” Waving a hand to stall any objections he went on, “Don’t get me wrong, I get it. I just really hate it.”
Twisting his hand, Daniel had a grip on Jonathan that allowed him to pull him out of the chair and into a crushing hug. “Sorry, Jack.”
Sheppard watched quietly as Jonathan buried his face in Daniel’s shoulder and an idea began to form.
****
(Part 11)
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairing/Grouping: House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Crossover w/Stargate: Atlantis and Eureka ( I do my best to explain the non-House shows.)
Summary: House spent way too much time moving around the world as a child and some places had more interesting people than others. How much trouble can a childhood friend cause?
Warnings: Hurt!Chase makes an appearance, although the harm is done prior to this fic. Mentions are made, but no graphic discriptitions. (And I fix him, so it's really about the healing not the hurt.)
Beta: recrudescence
Just a quick note: Allison Blake is a Eureka character. Allison Cameron is in this chapter for about four paragraphs. Cameron will almost always be refered to as Cameron and Blake will be Allison. Hopefully that'll make sense. I'll do my best to remember not to confuse people when they do end up in the same room.
(Part 9)
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House poked at his PSP and nearly threw it across the office. Stupid thing, crashing when I load the damn save file, crashing when I try to start a new game. If I have to reset the whole thing I’m going to be really mad.
The knock on the glass was a welcome distraction; House looked up and blinked. Wow, he clashes even worse than Chase usually manages. Waving his hand in a vague motion that could be interpreted as permission to enter, House leaned back in his chair.
“Doctor House?” The man entered, a younger man following him in and closing the door.
“Who wants to know?” House frowned as the younger of the two bounced in place and stared round as though he didn’t have a brain. It reminded House of someone, but he couldn’t place it, yet.
"Um, I’m Dr. Daniel Jackson and this,” Daniel flapped a hand at the younger man as he spoke, “Is Jonathan.”
The younger man waved his hand without looking House’s direction. Then he jammed his hands into his pockets and it clicked for House.
"Your last name wouldn’t be O’Neill, would it?”
Both men stared at House for several breaths before Daniel said, “That’s not actually what’s on his paperwork.”
“Not that I wouldn’t answer to it, though.” Cocking his head, Jonathan abruptly moved to one side as Cameron burst into the office from the lounge.
“House…”
“You’re late.”
Cameron glanced at the others in the office before focusing on House. “I know.”
House glared at her tone of voice. Behind Cameron, Daniel had taken a hold of Jonathan’s arm and pulled him closer to whisper something in the younger man’s ear.
“I was about to tell you that I got stopped on the way to work by the police. Someone seems to think I work for a drug dealer. They searched my car and me before finally letting me go.”
House looked closer at Cameron’s slightly disheveled appearance. “And this concerns me because why?”
“Maybe because they seem to think I’m supplying Vicodin to people who are addicted to it and lying on hospital records.”
House scowled. To actually say Vicodin meant the cop had snooped or probably had someone asking the questions for him. That was not something House needed with cookie-cutter aliens popping into and out of the hospital at random intervals. “A drug search took all morning?”
Cameron rolled her eyes. “They redid the search twice and then again with a K9 unit.”
“You really made that cop mad, didn’t you?” House smirked. “Good job.”
Huffing, Cameron crossed her arms. “House.”
“Look, I don’t care if you provoked the guy into calling you names because I’ve influenced your impressionable character, but setting other cops on you sounds like an extreme reaction.”
“If my boss didn’t advertise his drug habit quite so much…”
“Uh, excuse me, but if you’d just tell us where to find Jack O’Neill we’ll get out of your way.” Jerking his thumb over his shoulder, Daniel made a hopeful expression.
House stood, slipping his PSP into his pocket. “I’ll have to show you. We had to move them again.”
Daniel’s eyes darted to Cameron and then back to House. “I’m sure we could…”
“You’ll need an escort or my minion standing guard won’t let you in.”
Cameron started to follow them down the hall until House turned on his cane and glared at her.
“You still have your car?”
Cameron frowned, her brows drawing together. “Yes, barely.”
“Go tell Cuddy what happened.” House made shooing motions with his free hand. With a disgusted last look, Cameron went. Turning back around, House led the way into the elevator, leaning against the wall as he pulled out his cell. “So, you’re the clone then?”
Jonathan jerked upright from where he’d been leaning against the other wall. “What?”
House glanced up and then went back to punching buttons on his phone. “Rodney said something about clones after Chase said he’d met Loki and hadn’t liked him.”
Blinking, Daniel shared a look with Jonathan before looking back at House. “Who’s Chase?”
Leading the way down the hall of the floor they’d stopped on, House didn’t answer until he opened the door to a room with its curtains drawn tight. “The floppy-haired one sitting next to Rodney is Chase.” House walked over and poked at Chase with his cane.
Chase stood up and moved out of House’s way and he took Chase’s seat. Daniel closed the door behind them and turned to take in the room. One bed to the right held John Sheppard, sitting up and holding a pillow to his front with the arm that didn’t have an IV. To the left was the door that led to the bathroom, and to the left of that was a low worn out couch with Jack sprawled on one end. To the left of that, McKay’s bed had been turned sideways and shoved up against the wall.
“Ah, Jack, you didn’t mention that they had clearance.”
Jack shrugged. “It isn’t official yet. Hey, Daniel. Hey, mini-me.”
Jonathan plopped down on the end of Sheppard’s bed. “Hey, old me. What’s with him knowing Loki?” Jonathan jerked a thumb at Chase.
Jack settled further into the couch as Daniel sat down beside him, still frowning. “Evidently Loki played with the Doc’s genes.”
Jonathan blinked at Jack calling Chase ‘Doc’ before tapping his fingers on his knee absently. “Huh. Bad?”
“His ATA gene doesn’t work now.”
Daniel leaned forward slightly. “Do we know why Loki picked you?”
****
Chase settled on the edge of Rodney’s bed. “I wasn’t going to be missed.” He watched how Jonathan moved; it was so much like O’Neill that it was uncanny. If Chase hadn’t known him for a clone, he’d have said they were closely related family within moments of meeting them.
Daniel opened his mouth to say something else when there was a knock on the door.
House shifted his grip on his cane. “What?”
A nurse stuck her head into the room. “Dr. House, there’s a man asking for Dr. McKay. He says his name is Henry and that Dr. McKay is expecting him.”
House turned his head to look past Chase at Rodney even as he relaxed his hand on his cane. “Really?”
Rodney tugged at the blanket he’d tucked around his legs, even though he was leaning against pillows set between him and the wall and didn’t really need the cover. “I called him.”
Jack interrupted. “Show him in, ma’am.” The nurse closed the door with a click and Jack looked at House. “McKay said that they’d be interesting.”
Rubbing a hand across his face, Rodney made a rude noise. “Interesting isn’t the word.”
****
Chase turned his head and winced. Just what I need right now. The damn colors are really bright around the General and his clone. Just like around House. The weird wording is different though, hmm. Slowly blinking, Chase tried to force his vision back to normal.
House leaned over and smacked the bottom of Chase’s shoe with his cane. “You tired?”
Shaking his head slightly, Chase squinted. “No, just my eyes.” Glancing around the room before looking at House, Chase blinked several times. “It’ll go away.”
House made a noise in his throat as the door to the room opened and let in a thin, tall black man and Wilson.
Rodney grinned and waved at the newcomer. “Henry!”
Henry took in the rest of the room as he moved towards Rodney. “You okay, McKay?”
Rodney scooted to the edge of his bed and shook hands with Henry, all while ignoring the looks he was getting from everyone else. “Good, good. Not kidnapped or about to die, so you know, better than usual.” Rodney made a show of checking around Henry’s side. “Where’s the kid? I distinctly remember telling you to bring him along.”
Henry bit his lip as he shook his head. “You definitely haven’t changed. Stark hit the roof when Allison Blake told him she was bringing Kevin and coming with me.” Henry sighed. “It’s not been a good time. Are you really sure about this?”
“Henry, you described something that’s happened to other people I know. The whole bright light, showing back up naked thing isn’t unknown.” Rodney glared at Daniel as he choked and then sputtered, coughing for several moments before going quiet. Turning back to Henry, Rodney said, “Has Kevin said what he remembers?”
Henry blinked. “Oh, that’s right, you don’t know. Kevin’s non-verbal now.”
Rodney narrowed his eyes. “What the hell happened? What he’d get exposed to?”
Sighing, Henry dropped heavily to sit on the other side of Rodney from Chase. “The Artifact.”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Great. Of course, just lovely. Anyone else?”
“Kim: she died. Jack, who seems perfectly normal, at least for him.”
Several heads in the room turned to look at O’Neill by the window.
“This Jack have a last name? I’m Jack O’Neill, by the way.” O’Neill waved at Henry. “Since, you know, McKay has no manners.”
Bristling, Rodney fidgeted with his blanket. “Oh, just because I’m waiting until Allison and everyone else gets in here to exchange names. Like it’ll matter because no one will remember everyone’s names anyway.” Rodney turned to Henry. “This Jack new, or something?”
“Replaced the old sheriff after a small mishap.”
“Said mishap didn’t involve Fargo and rips in space time, did it?”
Henry smiled. “Actually it wasn’t his fault at all. Jack, whose last name is Carter…”
Jonathan burst out laughing, stopping Henry mid-sentence as he stared. O’Neill rolled his head back and forth on his shoulders.
“Carter? Really?” Daniel looked like he was biting his lips to keep from laughing.
“Yes, and this is funny because why?”
The door opened and a beautiful lady stuck her head in for a moment before leaning back out into the hallway and yelling, “Found him.” Standing in the doorway, the lady hooked her thumb into her uniform belt. “Henry, don’t you think this is a lot of people?”
“Rodney thinks it’s important, Jo. You remember last time Rodney thought something was important?” Shrugging, Henry poked at Rodney, forcing him to move over, closer to Chase.
Jo’s eyebrows went up. “I remember I didn’t like it.” She glanced at everyone in the room. “And Jack’s not going to like this.”
“Like what, Jo?” Jack Carter smiled at Jo as he ushered Allison and Kevin ahead of him.
Shaking her head Jo slipped to one side and stood by Wilson, giving him a once-over before sliding the door closed. “It’s a surprise.”
Carter rolled his eyes and looked around the room. “Henry, isn’t this a lot of people to be talking to?”
Henry held up one hand. “Hang on, I’m trying to find out why they think your name is funny.”
Jonathan waved the hand not wrapped around his stomach. “It’s just that he’s Jack O’Neill and we’ve got a Samantha Carter that works for him. She can’t call him Jack and he can’t call her anything except Carter.”
O’Neill glared at his clone. “I don’t remember you doing any better.”
Shrugging, Jonathan moved over to let Kevin climb up beside him on the foot of Sheppard’s bed. “Haven’t had much to do with her lately.”
“Could we focus?” Rodney pointed at Kevin. “He do anything else weird since getting way to close to that thing?”
Allison narrowed her eyes at Rodney. “How do you know about that?” She shifted her glare to Henry. “As if I didn’t know.”
“Who cares at this point? Look, what exactly happened? We may know more how it messed with Kevin than you, Allison.”
Allison sat behind Kevin, near Sheppard’s leg, and wrapped an arm around her boy. “After the accident where we lost Kim, he started acting normal. He was talking, playing, just normal.”
Carter rolled his hand in a ‘go on’ motion. “Except for…”
Throwing a look at Carter as she spoke, Allison continued, “Except for making models of the Artifact in ever medium he had. Pictures, models, it went on and on.”
Daniel frowned. “That sounds…”
****
Chase grabbed his head as Kevin suddenly turned towards Daniel and looked at him. “Ow.”
House glanced at Chase as Daniel trailed off. “What is it, Chase?"
Rubbing at one eye Chase squinted at Kevin. “That’s probably not good.”
“What are you seeing?” Wilson sounded worried and everyone looked at Chase, except for Kevin and Daniel, who kept watching each other.
“Bloody text.” Muttering under his breath, Chase blinked several times. “I don’t know really."
Wilson dug into his lab coat pockets and produced pen and paper. “Here, try to copy it.” Crossing to hand the items to Chase, Wilson discreetly nudged House’s cane with his shoe.
Glaring up at Wilson, House waved his cane towards O’Neill. “What exactly are we talking about?”
Watching Chase scribble, O’Neill answered absently. “One of those dead, but not dead situations.” O’Neill waved a hand at Daniel. “He got exposed to radiation and instead of dying he,” making vague motions with his hands, O’Neill’s voice continued to harden as he spoke, “Ascended. Went all glowing squid-thingy.”
Daniel hit O’Neill on the arm. “I wasn’t a squid, Jack.”
“You did glow.”
Chase glanced at Rodney and then went back to writing. “So, you didn’t lie to that guy?”
Rodney snorted. “I wasn’t actually there for it, but mostly, yeah. Daniel saved a planet that day.”
Carter blinked. “A planet, not the planet?”
Rodney smiled at Carter before smirking at Jo. “He’s got a brain. That must just grate on your nerves, Jo.”
Jo leveled a look at Rodney. “You grate on my nerves, McKay.”
Allison watched Daniel with wide eyes. “Did you ever do anything else?”
Daniel shrugged. “It depends on what we’re talking about.”
Chase held out the paper towards Wilson.
Rodney snatched it. “Crap, crap, crap. Why didn’t you say you were seeing in Ancient?”
Blinking, Chase flexed his hand as though he was expecting to find missing fingers. “That’s their writing?”
Rodney waved the paper at Daniel, who took it and started to study it. “No, no, not them. Same people that showed Daniel how to be a glowing octopus.”
“I’d shut up if I were you, Rodney.” Daniel frowned at the writing and held out his hand in a grabby motion towards O’Neill. “Pen.”
O’Neill rolled his eyes and pulled a pen from his pocket to hand to Daniel. “You have a theory, don’t you, McKay?”
Everyone’s eyes turned to Rodney, who was back to fidgeting with his blanket, for lack of anything better to fidget with. “Maybe. Just I don’t see how it could have downloaded into his head and not killed him, so I was kind of hoping House wouldn’t mind doing an MRI.”
Jonathan’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you saying what I’m thinking you’re saying?”
Rodney looked down his nose at Jonathan. “If you by that you mean, do I think maybe the Artifact is really a half-imploded, malfunctioning Ancient problem, then yes.”
Carter’s eyebrows went up. “Ancient?”
Leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees, O’Neill looked at Rodney. “You’re determined to make my life hell, aren’t you?”
“Shit.” Daniel waved the pen at Chase. “You can’t read any of this, can you?”
Chase shook his head. “No. Why?”
Smiling, Daniel put the pen back to his paper. “I’ll have to teach you.” O’Neill gripped the end of the pen, earning a glare from Daniel. “Jack, let go.”
“What’s it say, Daniel?”
“Oh, mostly that Kevin’s gotten near an Ancient Archive powered by the same thing that powers Sheppard’s base.”
Shifting, Sheppard pulled his legs past Allison’s back and started to stand. “It’s not my base, sir.”
Daniel pulled the pen from O’Neill’s grasp. “Good as any name right now.”
“True.” Sheppard pushed himself to his feet and promptly swayed dangerously until Jo grabbed him and held him upright.
“Okay, back into bed for you.” Jo gently shoved Sheppard down to sit on the edge of the bed and then jerked back as the bathroom door opened.
Peeking around the corner of the door, Thor looked at O’Neill, who was glaring. “O’Neill, I must speak with you.”
Smiling weakly at those in the room with their mouths hanging open, O’Neill turned and glared at Thor. “You better be a hologram, Thor.”
“Would you rather a hologram, O’Neill? It would require less power form the Daniel Jackson.”
Throwing up his hands, O’Neill stood up and moved towards Thor. “Never mind. What’d you need?”
****
Daniel shook his head as Jack disappeared into the bathroom with Thor. The flash of light was barely noticeable under the door. Good thing he thought to use the bathroom; glass walls would leak light everywhere. Glancing up through his lashes as the room erupted in sound as the people from Eureka all started talking, shouting with the occasional waving about of hands, Daniel could see Jonathan looking thoughtfully between Kevin and Chase. Mini-Jack is crappy at controlling his expression every moment like Jack does. I wonder if he means to do that or if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it.
Finally, the shouting subsided as Rodney promised to explain if they’d all shut up.
“It’s all Daniel’s fault.”
Looking up from his notes and glaring at Rodney, Daniel made a face. “Oh, yes, blame aliens on me.”
Jonathan made a thoughtful noise. “Well, if you really think about it…”
“Shut up, Ja…Jonathan. I’m not responsible for everything.”
“Most of it, though. I mean, really, Daniel, who got Catherine interested in the item that started the program? Who translated the rock…”
“Artifact,” muttered Daniel as he looked back down at his notes.
“Rock,” stated Jonathan firmly. “Who saved who first? And who blew Ra up?”
Making a face at Jonathan, Daniel turned to the rest of the room and smiled his best guileless smile. “Jack blew up Ra.”
Jonathan snorted. “Oh, yes, but I remember he had help from someone named…Oh, I can’t quite remember…”
“Shut up, Jonathan.”
Grinning, Jonathan leaned back. “Told you so.”
Daniel opened his mouth to start the standard argument when Sheppard interrupted.
“This is the small tactical nuke we’re talking about, right?”
Henry blinked. “Wait, there hasn’t been a nuclear blast that hasn’t been accounted for…”
Carter crossed his arms. “Not this planet, was it?”
****
House just sat back and watched. This is definitely not boring. Watching Kevin watch Daniel was slightly less fun then watching Wilson fuss over Sheppard, who was trying to fend him off, even as he asked Daniel questions. We’re going to need more chairs. House pulled out his cell again and started punching in another page to Cuddy.
He heard the beep of her pager and his head snapped up to watch the door slide open just as Daniel was mid-sentence.
“…Actually it was halfway across the galaxy…” Daniel shut his mouth with a click of teeth as Cuddy looked around until she found House to glare at.
“I don’t want to know what…”
“I need the MRI for half a day.” House could see Cuddy completely lose her train of thought.
“You what?”
Chase rubbed at his temple. “House thinks everyone that’s been near Rodney has been exposed to something classified that could be dangerous.”
Quickly jumping on the lie that might not be such a lie, House added, “I need the scans to tell if the cookie-cutter aliens messed with everyone’s heads or just Chase’s.”
Cuddy rolled her eyes before turning to Wilson, who was making a face at House, until Cuddy started to turn. “Translate.”
“It really is classified.”
Cuddy threw up her hands. “Fine. I’ll see what I can do.” With a scathing look House’s direction, Cuddy turned towards the door. “Somebody from Earth better be paying for the scans.”
House stuck his tongue out at her back as she left the room. As soon as the curtain was drawn and the door closed, House was ducking blows from Rodney and Chase. “Hey!”
****
Sliding down into his couch’s embrace, House watched Chase jerk his jacket off. Wilson settled beside House and sighed as he propped his feet up on the coffee table.
“Do you think Cuddy will notice O’Neill’s not there before he drops back in?”
Flipping through the TiVo list, House ignored the sounds from the front closet as Chase banged things around. “Since we moved them again and spread them out across a double size room, probably not. There’s too many to count.”
Chase shoved his way between the other two as he stepped over the back of the couch to get between them. Slipping down until he was wedged between them, Chase pulled the remote from House’s hand. “They’re the ones who wanted to stay together. And Thor is smart enough to keep track of where they are in the hospital.” Turning to House, Chase glared. “I hate when you listen to conversations when you should be asleep.”
House glided his fingertips down Chase’s forearm and tugged the remote free. “You weren’t going to tell me.”
Sighing, Chase leaned against House. “Not the details.” Rubbing at his eyes, Chase relaxed the rest of his body.
“Eyes hurting?” Wilson rubbed his hand up and down Chase’s arm.
Shrugging, Chase wormed a hand under the hem of House’s shirt. “Just tired.”
House pushed on Chase’s shoulder until he repositioned himself across their laps. His head in House’s lap and his legs across Wilson’s, Chase sighed and closed his eyes.
“Better.”
Snorting, Wilson stole the remote from House and tried to hold it out of his reach. Slipping one hand under Chase’s shoulders to keep him from rolling onto the floor, House leaned forward to stretch after the remote. Chase’s face ended up pressed to the front of House’s pants for a moment before Wilson let House have the remote as he gestured towards Chase.
House leaned back and started to roll Chase’s head away from his crotch, until Chase’s hand on his zipper made him freeze. Glancing at Wilson, whose eyes were on Chase, House didn’t stop him as Chase gently pulled House’s limp cock out.
Staring at the swelling shaft, Chase rubbed his thumb back and forth over one spot until House made a noise in his throat. “I…” Pressing his lips together for a moment, Chase quickly swiped his tongue across the head of House’s cock before rolling away and landing in a heap on the floor. “I’m going to bed.”
****
House stared down at himself as he listened to Chase’s footsteps move away. He felt Wilson shift beside him. Tucking himself away before he stood up, hoping that his shakiness wasn’t noticeable, House headed into the bedroom. I wonder if he was thinking when he did that, or if it was habit reemerging. House stopped in the doorway as he caught sight of what Chase was doing.
Spread across the bed, his knees bent up to his chest, his slick fingers pumping into his own ass, lay Chase. His eyes were slightly glazed as he watched House watching him. House settled on the edge of the bed and just watched as Chase began to slide his other hand up and down his shaft. Vaguely aware of Wilson coming to stand behind him, House reached out towards Chase, who pressed his fingers deeper into himself. House felt Wilson’s hand close on his shoulder as he touched the outside of Chase’s closer knee.
“You haven’t…”
House slapped the side of Wilson’s leg without even looking to aim. “Shut up. If he wants to get himself off, that’s fine.”
Chase rolled his eyes even as he pumped his hand faster. “I’m not…broken.”
Settling his hand on Chase’s ankle, House nodded. “We know that.” Rubbing his thumb across Chase’s skin, House pursed his lips in thought before continuing, “You haven’t been comfortable. This was a surprise.”
With a soft noise from the back of his throat, Chase’s eyelids slid partway closed as he thumbed the head of his dick. Wilson’s hand on House’s shoulder tightened as Chase suddenly stilled. Jerking his foot from House’s grasp, Chase rolled away from them and sat up on the other side of the bed.
Grabbing up a small towel from the floor near the nightstand, Chase angrily wiped off his fingers. “I hate feeling unsafe.” Glancing at the others Chase threw the towel back down. “I don’t know how to fix this.”
House blinked. “You don’t have to fix anything.” Cocking his head to one side, House used his cane to reach across the bed and hook Chase’s elbow with the handle. “You feel unsafe here?”
Chase huffed. “No.” Frowning, he stood up. “Not exactly. I…I can’t explain it.” Rubbing at his wrist, Chase moved towards the bedroom door. “I’m taking a shower.”
****
Sighing, Wilson dropped next to House on the edge of the bed. “Shit.”
House pulled his cane back across the bed and put it where it usually went. “This is stupid.”
Turning his head away from the doorway, Wilson frowned at House. “His fear is stupid?”
House yanked off his shirt. “Not his fear. Or the nightmares. Being out here while he’s wet and naked in the shower is stupid.”
Wilson smiled faintly. “What are you going to do?”
Pushing his jeans down his hips, House glared at Wilson. “What’s it look like?”
Pulling off his socks, Wilson’s smile grew. “Like you’re about to go pounce on him.”
House patted the side of Wilson’s head. “You’re smarter than you look.”
Turing his head swiftly, Wilson nipped House’s hand before he could pull away.
“Leave the fingers.” House rubbed beside the scar on his thigh. “And don’t get between him and the mirror, okay?”
****
Wilson opened his mouth, but then he just nodded. Following House towards the bathroom, Wilson paused long enough to find towels for them to use afterwards. By the time he caught up, House had Chase pinned to the wall of the shower with his mouth latched onto Chase’s side. Wilson watched them in the mirror, the fogging at the edges making them seem more like a dream then the sounds did.
Leaning against the edge of the counter, out of Chase’s direct line of sight in the mirror, Wilson was content to just watch House devour Chase. That’s what it looked like, at least. Lazily stroking himself, Wilson watched as House pushed Chase from the tub and used him to balance as he stepped out as well.
"Up against James.” House pushed on Chase’s shoulder firmly. Wilson hitched up onto the counter so that he could cushion Chase as he leaned into Wilson’s chest. House moved Chase’s head until he was looking over Wilson’s shoulder at himself in the mirror. “Watch us, love.”
Wilson watched House as his slick fingers disappeared slowly into Chase. One at first, followed quickly by a second. The furrow of House’s brow as he concentrated on what his fingers were doing to Chase made Wilson want to reach out with his thumb and smooth the skin down. Wrapping his arms around Chase seemed to free Chase from his daze.
Arms squeezed Wilson’s torso as Chase clamped down with surprising strength. Kissing the skin beneath his lips, Wilson listened to Chase’s little grunts as House worked his fingers back and forth.
“Uh.” Chase arched a little and began rocking. Wilson wiggled one hand between them until he could grip Chase’s dick. “Oh…uh, more.”
House and Wilson traded a look as House pulled his fingers free and repositioned himself. Reaching past them to grasp the edge of the sink, House thrust into Chase. Wilson felt it in his shoulder as Chase’s breath caught in his throat.
“Harder.” Wondering when his voice had gotten that harsh, Wilson pumped his hand along Chase’s shaft as House’s movement jolted Chase into Wilson, away, and then back again.
He turned his head when Chase’s grip on his back started to lessen. He could barely see it from the corner of his eye as Chase braced his hand against the mirror, inches from their reflection.
House shifted his weight and leaned in against Chase’s back, whispering into Chase’s ear. Wilson turned his eyes to House’s leg and watched the muscles quiver. Picking up the pace of his hand, Wilson pressed his lips to Chase’s hair.
“Ours.”
Chase’s breath hitched and then he stiffened with a low groan as he came. Wilson eased his grip, but kept gliding his hand up and down as House buried his nose into Chase’s hair and grunted as he buried himself as deep as he could.
Then, before Wilson could catch him, House listed to one side and he tried to hold himself up, but ended up sprawled on the rug on the floor. Chase stayed slumped against Wilson, effectively pinning him for the moment. Shifting Chase slowly, as he didn’t want to make him come back to himself faster than he had to, Wilson watched House pant and rub his leg.
Finally looking up, House stopped moving and said, “Shower?”
Wilson stifled a laugh against Chase’s shoulder and finally nodded.
****
Sheppard watched Daniel pace from under his lashes. He could barely make out Jonathan sitting in a chair watching him in the dim light.
“He’s fine, Daniel.”
Without even slowing down, Daniel looked at Jonathan with a grim expression. “You don’t know that.”
Shrugging, Jonathan slid a little lower in his chair. “Nope, but it’s Thor…So. He’s fine.”
“Did it really bother you when I died?”
Jonathan choked. “Wha…?” Sitting up straighter, he caught Daniel on the next pass. “What? You’re asking me that? Why not ask him?”
Daniel stopped, staring blankly at a wall. “I can’t. You…your older self doesn’t talk. You know that.”
“What makes you think I talk any better?”
Sheppard could see the tension in his shoulders as Daniel heaved a sigh.
“You’re more…open. Less worn down. I don’t know, okay?”
Blinking, Jonathan let Daniel pull away and resume pacing. “Sometimes this body sucks.” Leaning his head back against the wall behind the chair, Jonathan glanced at Sheppard and then back at Daniel. “There are things that can’t be expressed in words, Daniel. Losses, feelings, stuff that isn’t weapons. I’m bad at those things.”
Daniel stopped in front of Jonathan’s chair and glared down at him.
Sighing, Jonathan made a gesture with one hand. “It bothered us. A lot.” Grimacing, he passed a hand across his face. “I’m not saying this. You didn’t ever hear this from me. Maybe Teal’c told you, I don’t care what lie you use…”
“What makes you think I’m going to talk to him?”
“Because if you’d just shut up I’d tell you that if he had the least bit of self-confidence in his ability to not fuck up he’d have jumped you loooong ago. Really, really long ago.”
Daniel blinked. “Wait. What?”
Jonathan rolled his eyes. “You still Swiss cheese on your memories, or did no one tell you how bad the missions were in the year you were gone?”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Daniel said, “What about you?”
“What about me? Finally someone decides to care what I think? Thanks. Really. I’m touched.” Grabbing Daniel’s free arm, Jonathan yanked to get Daniel’s eyes back on him. “I’m just a fucking copy, Daniel. They won’t even let me fly anymore. At least nothing fun, because no one bothers to remember I’m not really the age my body says I am.” Waving a hand to stall any objections he went on, “Don’t get me wrong, I get it. I just really hate it.”
Twisting his hand, Daniel had a grip on Jonathan that allowed him to pull him out of the chair and into a crushing hug. “Sorry, Jack.”
Sheppard watched quietly as Jonathan buried his face in Daniel’s shoulder and an idea began to form.
****
(Part 11)