Making Spaces Part 5
Title: Making Spaces 5/?
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairing/Grouping: Starts out with none, then House/Chase and eventually House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Crossover w/NCIS
Summary: Poor Cuddy. A dead Marine, House pissed, and Wilson hurt. What a way to start the week. This chapter: Abby gives House something to think about.
Warnings: Hurt!Wilson (like you didn't gather that from the summary).
Beta: recrudescence
(Part 4)
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“Tell me again why he’s on my couch?”
Abby snorted, which sounded really odd to House over the phone. “Because he made puppy eyes at you?”
House huffed and pushed Chase a little more to the left to see if he’d lie over completely. “Oh, please…”
“You’re going to be mad at me.”
Blinking, House turned away from Chase, who wasn’t reacting in any to House’s prodding, which made him really no fun, and moved towards his kitchen. “What’d you do?” House thought for a moment. “Or not do?”
He could hear Abby kicking something in the background. In his admittedly limited experience, that meant she was mad at something.
“I didn’t get a picture. You didn’t tell me Cuddy didn’t know.”
Cuddy didn’t know? Uh. I thought she noticed when Abby called all frantic when she found out I’d been shot. “I didn’t need one.”
“I know. How’s the cutie?”
House rolled his eyes as he turned back towards Chase. “He is staring at my TV. I’m debating about feeding him.”
“Give him the phone.”
“I don’t need you corrupting my fellow anymore than you already have.”
Abby laughed. “You’re still calling him a fellow? Why don’t you get over yourself and tell him he’s an attending?”
House moved his head sharply to see if Chase had heard Abby’s end of the conversation, but it appeared he was engrossed in the commercial currently running. “He doesn’t believe me when I fire him.”
“Maybe he’d believe you if you meant it when you said it.”
House blew into the phone and listened to Abby shriek on the other end in annoyance.
“That was completely uncalled for.” A pause for a second and then she said, “It’s really bad that he counts the office as his home, Dad.”
House closed the door of his bedroom behind himself and settled on the edge of his bed. “And, what, exactly am I supposed to do about it? Tuck him in bed and read bedtime stories to him?”
“As long as it’s your bed and the stories can double as sex education lectures, sure.”
House flopped backwards onto his bed. “Eww, yuck. You’re as bad as me.”
“I try. Look, I mean it. You should keep him.”
“Maybe I don’t want him.”
“Maybe he isn’t all you want, but you do want him.”
“What?” He tried to put as much confusion into his voice as he could. If there was one thing he didn’t need, it was his own daughter to give him advice on that.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. If you were willing, you could have both of them.”
“You’re insane.”
Abby sighed. “Cut the crap. I saw how mad you got. Over Wilson getting hurt. Over Chase getting hurt. It was like watching…well, actually, you aren’t as bad. Maybe it’s because you don’t carry a gun. Uh, I’ll have to ask Ducky…”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Wha…Oh, come on. I don’t take after you that much.”
“Good. Keep it that way.” House sat back up and rubbed his growling stomach. “I’m going to go see if I can make Chase vomit.”
“Okay, have fun. Remember what I said.”
The connection cut off with a beep. House pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it for a moment before shutting it and plugging it in to its cord. Just as though what she says makes a difference.
House stood behind the couch and stared down at Chase, who’d curled up tightly and was…snoring. Or snorting, maybe both. House settled himself on the coffee table and studied Chase’s face. The noise was actually bothering House; he hadn’t seen Chase make so much noise when he slept. The thing he didn’t want to admit was that Abby’s words did make a difference. And he didn’t like it.
“Chase.” When there was no response, House leaned in and yelled in Chase’s ear.
Starting violently, Chase’s eyes cracked open just enough to focus on House. “W…What?”
House pried one eye open and watched the pupil’s reaction as Chase tried to bat him away. “You want food?”
Blinking, Chase looked around himself. “No. This isn’t the hospital.”
“You’re on my couch, don’t pee on it, the bathroom is over there.” House waved one hand vaguely in the direction of his bathroom as he watched Chase carefully. “Why did you tell Abby the office is your home?”
Chase pushed himself up onto one elbow and peered at House for several seconds. “What’s it matter to you?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m just curious.”
“You mean you’re bored.” Chase gingerly lay back down and closed his eyes. “Like the office better than my place.”
“That’s pathetic.”
“I am pathetic. Or didn’t you know? I work for you.”
House wasn’t sure that Chase meant it, or if it was just the head wound talking. “Working for me just makes you insane, not pathetic.”
Chase hummed for a moment. Then he opened one eye and looked at House. “Why’d you bring me here?” Then he waved a hand. “Never mind. Don’t answer that. Are you moving in with Wilson or is he moving in with you?”
Biting his lip, House wondered if it was too late to get his video camera. “Neither. I’m thinking of sending him to live with you.”
Closing his eyes, Chase smiled. “It’d be nice, but he’d just go home to you within a month.”
House just stared. Trading clinic hours for this was sooo worth it.
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Cuddy sat beside Wilson and filled in another form as she waited for him to wake up again. She wanted to know if House’s daughter was new information to him too. Getting House to drag Chase home so he didn’t have to be admitted had gone far more smoothly than Cuddy had hoped, although it meant she was probably never going to see Chase again and House would end up in jail for murder. Hopefully it’ll end up being worth the suffering for Chase. I wouldn’t have even sent him home with House except that I’m fairly certain House needs company right now.
Cuddy patted Wilson’s arm as he stirred restlessly before quieting again. Wilson needed real rest. And Chase needed someone who wouldn’t let him get away with anything like the nurses would. Cuddy began to gather up her papers. Of course, threatening House into going home will come back to bite me in the ass.
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House came back out of the kitchen with a beer in his hand and stopped. He stared at the empty couch for several breaths before glancing around the living room. As if Chase would be under the piano or something. House rolled his eyes at himself as he went to his bathroom door and pushed it the rest of the way open. Empty. Uh. Well, I didn’t hear the front door, so that just leaves… Oh, he wouldn’t.
House cradled his beer against his hipbone as he stood in his bedroom, gaping at the mound of covers that looked mostly Chase-shaped in the center of his bed. He did. And he’s a bed hog. House flipped back the covers to reveal sock-clad feet. He pressed the cold beer into the bare skin just above the cuff of the right sock.
“Damn.” Chase bolted upright and then grabbed his head as he fell back down. “Go ’way.”
“I’m not going to go away. You’re in my bed.”
Burying his head deeper into House’s pillow, Chase pulled his feet up and curled into a tighter ball. “I know. Go away now.”
“I’m forbidding you to talk to Abby. You’ve turned into a rebellious minion.”
The hand that snaked its way out of the covers made an obscene gesture before disappearing again.
House smiled and pulled the covers down enough to hold the beer against the back of Chase’s head. The moan he got from that made him think he shouldn’t have stolen Chase’s icepack quite so quickly earlier.
“Why haven’t you kicked me out?”
Cocking his head at the quiet question, House moved the beer away and set it down on his nightstand before answering. “Should I?”
Quiet breathing was his only answer. House drank his beer and popped a pill as he thought about what he really wanted.
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A/N: Please let me know if this came up funny for anyone. I posted it from ScribeFire which says LJ support is experimental. Considering it put in the italics correctly as far as I can tell makes me just love it.
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairing/Grouping: Starts out with none, then House/Chase and eventually House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Crossover w/NCIS
Summary: Poor Cuddy. A dead Marine, House pissed, and Wilson hurt. What a way to start the week. This chapter: Abby gives House something to think about.
Warnings: Hurt!Wilson (like you didn't gather that from the summary).
Beta: recrudescence
(Part 4)
****
“Tell me again why he’s on my couch?”
Abby snorted, which sounded really odd to House over the phone. “Because he made puppy eyes at you?”
House huffed and pushed Chase a little more to the left to see if he’d lie over completely. “Oh, please…”
“You’re going to be mad at me.”
Blinking, House turned away from Chase, who wasn’t reacting in any to House’s prodding, which made him really no fun, and moved towards his kitchen. “What’d you do?” House thought for a moment. “Or not do?”
He could hear Abby kicking something in the background. In his admittedly limited experience, that meant she was mad at something.
“I didn’t get a picture. You didn’t tell me Cuddy didn’t know.”
Cuddy didn’t know? Uh. I thought she noticed when Abby called all frantic when she found out I’d been shot. “I didn’t need one.”
“I know. How’s the cutie?”
House rolled his eyes as he turned back towards Chase. “He is staring at my TV. I’m debating about feeding him.”
“Give him the phone.”
“I don’t need you corrupting my fellow anymore than you already have.”
Abby laughed. “You’re still calling him a fellow? Why don’t you get over yourself and tell him he’s an attending?”
House moved his head sharply to see if Chase had heard Abby’s end of the conversation, but it appeared he was engrossed in the commercial currently running. “He doesn’t believe me when I fire him.”
“Maybe he’d believe you if you meant it when you said it.”
House blew into the phone and listened to Abby shriek on the other end in annoyance.
“That was completely uncalled for.” A pause for a second and then she said, “It’s really bad that he counts the office as his home, Dad.”
House closed the door of his bedroom behind himself and settled on the edge of his bed. “And, what, exactly am I supposed to do about it? Tuck him in bed and read bedtime stories to him?”
“As long as it’s your bed and the stories can double as sex education lectures, sure.”
House flopped backwards onto his bed. “Eww, yuck. You’re as bad as me.”
“I try. Look, I mean it. You should keep him.”
“Maybe I don’t want him.”
“Maybe he isn’t all you want, but you do want him.”
“What?” He tried to put as much confusion into his voice as he could. If there was one thing he didn’t need, it was his own daughter to give him advice on that.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. If you were willing, you could have both of them.”
“You’re insane.”
Abby sighed. “Cut the crap. I saw how mad you got. Over Wilson getting hurt. Over Chase getting hurt. It was like watching…well, actually, you aren’t as bad. Maybe it’s because you don’t carry a gun. Uh, I’ll have to ask Ducky…”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Wha…Oh, come on. I don’t take after you that much.”
“Good. Keep it that way.” House sat back up and rubbed his growling stomach. “I’m going to go see if I can make Chase vomit.”
“Okay, have fun. Remember what I said.”
The connection cut off with a beep. House pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it for a moment before shutting it and plugging it in to its cord. Just as though what she says makes a difference.
House stood behind the couch and stared down at Chase, who’d curled up tightly and was…snoring. Or snorting, maybe both. House settled himself on the coffee table and studied Chase’s face. The noise was actually bothering House; he hadn’t seen Chase make so much noise when he slept. The thing he didn’t want to admit was that Abby’s words did make a difference. And he didn’t like it.
“Chase.” When there was no response, House leaned in and yelled in Chase’s ear.
Starting violently, Chase’s eyes cracked open just enough to focus on House. “W…What?”
House pried one eye open and watched the pupil’s reaction as Chase tried to bat him away. “You want food?”
Blinking, Chase looked around himself. “No. This isn’t the hospital.”
“You’re on my couch, don’t pee on it, the bathroom is over there.” House waved one hand vaguely in the direction of his bathroom as he watched Chase carefully. “Why did you tell Abby the office is your home?”
Chase pushed himself up onto one elbow and peered at House for several seconds. “What’s it matter to you?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m just curious.”
“You mean you’re bored.” Chase gingerly lay back down and closed his eyes. “Like the office better than my place.”
“That’s pathetic.”
“I am pathetic. Or didn’t you know? I work for you.”
House wasn’t sure that Chase meant it, or if it was just the head wound talking. “Working for me just makes you insane, not pathetic.”
Chase hummed for a moment. Then he opened one eye and looked at House. “Why’d you bring me here?” Then he waved a hand. “Never mind. Don’t answer that. Are you moving in with Wilson or is he moving in with you?”
Biting his lip, House wondered if it was too late to get his video camera. “Neither. I’m thinking of sending him to live with you.”
Closing his eyes, Chase smiled. “It’d be nice, but he’d just go home to you within a month.”
House just stared. Trading clinic hours for this was sooo worth it.
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Cuddy sat beside Wilson and filled in another form as she waited for him to wake up again. She wanted to know if House’s daughter was new information to him too. Getting House to drag Chase home so he didn’t have to be admitted had gone far more smoothly than Cuddy had hoped, although it meant she was probably never going to see Chase again and House would end up in jail for murder. Hopefully it’ll end up being worth the suffering for Chase. I wouldn’t have even sent him home with House except that I’m fairly certain House needs company right now.
Cuddy patted Wilson’s arm as he stirred restlessly before quieting again. Wilson needed real rest. And Chase needed someone who wouldn’t let him get away with anything like the nurses would. Cuddy began to gather up her papers. Of course, threatening House into going home will come back to bite me in the ass.
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House came back out of the kitchen with a beer in his hand and stopped. He stared at the empty couch for several breaths before glancing around the living room. As if Chase would be under the piano or something. House rolled his eyes at himself as he went to his bathroom door and pushed it the rest of the way open. Empty. Uh. Well, I didn’t hear the front door, so that just leaves… Oh, he wouldn’t.
House cradled his beer against his hipbone as he stood in his bedroom, gaping at the mound of covers that looked mostly Chase-shaped in the center of his bed. He did. And he’s a bed hog. House flipped back the covers to reveal sock-clad feet. He pressed the cold beer into the bare skin just above the cuff of the right sock.
“Damn.” Chase bolted upright and then grabbed his head as he fell back down. “Go ’way.”
“I’m not going to go away. You’re in my bed.”
Burying his head deeper into House’s pillow, Chase pulled his feet up and curled into a tighter ball. “I know. Go away now.”
“I’m forbidding you to talk to Abby. You’ve turned into a rebellious minion.”
The hand that snaked its way out of the covers made an obscene gesture before disappearing again.
House smiled and pulled the covers down enough to hold the beer against the back of Chase’s head. The moan he got from that made him think he shouldn’t have stolen Chase’s icepack quite so quickly earlier.
“Why haven’t you kicked me out?”
Cocking his head at the quiet question, House moved the beer away and set it down on his nightstand before answering. “Should I?”
Quiet breathing was his only answer. House drank his beer and popped a pill as he thought about what he really wanted.
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A/N: Please let me know if this came up funny for anyone. I posted it from ScribeFire which says LJ support is experimental. Considering it put in the italics correctly as far as I can tell makes me just love it.