#chase x reader

[sweetttsummer]

reachin' up for sunlight (just to be ripped out by the stem)

dr. robert chase x fem!reader

summary: Robert Chase and you fell somewhere, somehow, somewhat in love each other at what was the worst time of your lives. Now, a decade later, you've showed up at the one place he didn't think he'd see you, Princeton-Plainsboro, as a patient.

wc: 17k

tw: typical house medical stuff, Chase's family history (yes thats a tw) and some allusion to not a great family life for reader also!

author's note: this is a week late, but in my defense..its 17k words long. also, i'm not a medical doctor or even close to one so if you wanted accurate medical shit, wrong place! wrong person! this has not been beta read so apologizes!

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Dr. Chase took a moment to glance as he stepped out of the elevator door, and the next moment to breath in happy to be out of his own place. The long weekend off had done nothing for him, he felt exhausted. His weekend off had finally taken all the excuses he had left and he had pulled out the last box of things that his father had left him. 

It had been months (half a year? when did that happen?) at this point since he had learnt of his father’s death. When it first happened, it was like nothing had changed, he got the phone call, he remembers thanking the person for the information and then continuing on with his day. (Given the lawsuit that had found itself into his life, obviously it had bothered him more than he first thought.)

But then the box showed up. It had taken a week, and Chase had already learnt that his father left him no money (although it wasn’t shocking) so when the box showed up, he had been confused. Inside the packing bag, was a fairly decent sized briefcase. For the first week, the briefcase stayed on the dining room table. It’s not like he ate dinner in his apartment anyways. It haunted him often, and it took three days of it sitting there for him to realize it was the same briefcase he remembers his dad coming home from work with before he had left. That clarity was enough for him to take the briefcase and shove it against a nook, out of eye sight. And then came the long weekend half a year later, and what else was he suppose to do? Suddenly he was faced with the fact that five months later, the briefcase was still here and his father wasn’t. So he had picked it up back and opened it. 

There wasn’t a lot, the deed to a house his father had owned passed to Chase, some heirlooms he doesn’t recognize that he’s sure his father would be ashamed at the blank memory. The folder in which the deed rested in had been filled with other papers, some obviously were older than most. The already mentioned deed (and the pile of paperwork that comes with that), a pile of photos from before his father left, some mail that he’s sure his father’s lawyers had forwarded, and a bundle of letters, the top one doesn’t have a return address instead just “Robert” written in his fathers illegible writing. Papers that he couldn’t get himself to sort through so instead, he threw them on the table and moved along. The briefcase had ended up making its home at the front of his door, he had stared it down this morning before leaving thinking about easy it would be to slip his own things into it and use it. 

The beep of the elevator shakes him from the small turmoil he was suddenly throwing himself into. He forced his feet to start moving himself. 

The wooden bench was not meant to be sat on for hours: she had come to that conclusion about 20 minutes into camping in the hallway. That had been about an hour and a half ago according to her watch. Still, the lengthy medical file with her name poking out of the top was enough for her to deal with the numbness of her legs. The idea of wasting time did linger in the back of her head, she let out a small sigh and leaned her head up against the wall behind her, keeping her unfocused gaze on the ceiling. 

(Y/N) had found herself thinking about quitting her paralegal job at the law firm she had finally made a home at. Everything was going so well she had finally found herself a position that used her degree, and was in a town that she found the perfect balance of small but still full of things happening. Whatever bad luck she had when she was a teenager had finally been flushed out, or so she thought. 

About a week ago, she had fallen sick, quite literally. She had blacked out at her desk and came to by a small tap on her cheek, one of her bosses was crouched down near her obvious concern across her face. (Y/N) had felt embarrassed immediately and tried to sit up at her desk, but couldn’t seem to find her own strength and felt her face shake a little at the energy that was being used. Her struggle must have been obvious, as her boss had sent her home with a referral to a doctor she recommends. She was sent home by the first doctor with a simple answer of “stressed, dehydrated”, “You legal type work too hard, just give yourself the weekend” 

So she did. A whole weekend off, not answering her pager, her cellphone or home phone. It was a hard weekend, a reminder of the emptiness she had found herself in for adulthood. She had her job, her own pride, her health (for now), she tried not to think of the loneliness that lingered in the crawl spaces of her life. It would just lead to her dwelling on her teen years spent miles away, across oceans and railroads, with the one person who took in every piece of her and had shed light on the loneliness. No enough. 

She finally focused her gaze again and went back to staring at the tiles on the ceiling. She couldn’t think of him, she avoided it all these years and there’s no reason to think of it, of them, now. The ceiling is four by six tiles. She thinks to herself and it immediately brings her back to the ache of her butt against the wooden bench. A ding of the elevator torn her eyes from the ceiling and she went back to staring down the empty office’s glass door. 

Dr. Chase felt a few people slip out of the elevator behind him and he finally kicked himself into gear, moving towards the conference room. He was sure no one would be in yet, but he couldn’t stand sitting around anymore, better to hang out in the conference room where Foreman and Cameron might be able to pull him out of his own existential dread. Even if it’ll be through pissing him off, it would be better than this. 

Across the conference room, Chase noticed a small figure slightly slumped on the wooden bench. The color of her hair made his gut tighten just for a moment. The way it laid, the exact color, it all felt too close to someone he knew so long ago, someone he never thinks about anymore. It wasn’t on purpose, the way he immediately moved his feet towards the person on the bench. 

(Y/N) had heard the footsteps coming closer to her and ended up sitting up a little in her spot and looked up at the doctor who had stopped a little further than she thought he would. Whatever thoughts she was trying to avoid a few minutes ago, suddenly swarmed across her mind.  Dr. Chase didn’t even make it all the way over the person before his feet stopped him, it couldn’t be. 

There was a moment where they seemed to both size each other up, to debate if they had lost their minds. Chase couldn’t help the way his feet moved, they were use to walking towards her, not running away from her. 

“(Y/N)” Chase barely recognized his own voice. (Y/N) on the other hand had that voice burned into her brain. The lilt in the accent, the slight breathlessness laced in her name. It had been at least a decade since she heard him say her name. Still she could pick him out by voice alone. 

(Y/N) straightened her back against the wall in her sitting position and opened her mouth to reply. Nothing came out. Instead, the unanswered letters she had sent 10 years ago flash across her mind. She finally closed her mouth and kept her gaze up. He looked mostly the same, older of course, a decade apart will do that to a person. He had let his hair grow out, and despite the shocked look on his face, he still had the same rosy undertone in his cheeks. 

Chase took her silence to really look at her. He thinks of lingering teen hands, of giggling in the dark, of the only soft thing he had when everything was falling apart around him. There had been plenty of parties in his teenage years, so many girls, so many things he hid away but (Y/N). (Y/N) had been the one person he never spoke about, he had done his best to ignore the betrayal he felt when she left and she never reached out to him. He had packed it away. His father’s briefcase all packed with his things flashes in his mind. 

“What are you doing here?” Chase finally speaks up again, he rolled his shoulders a little and tried to put on a front, tried to pretend he wasn’t aching at the sight of her now. She still mostly looked the same, a little thinner than he thinks is natural for her, slightly hollow in her face in places that shouldn’t look like that. He tore his eyes away and glanced over to the empty conference room, House’s empty office. He ignored the voice telling him something was wrong. He had looked away and she could find her voice again. 

“Robert” (Y/N) finally spoke said the only thing that came to mind.  She didn’t know how to answer his questions, she wasn’t here to even ask his professional opinion, she had no idea he was even here. She had last seen him so far from here she never imagined he would have came all the way to New Jersey. 

Thankfully, the moment died quite quickly. Sadly, it was broken by the voice by House. 

“Chase, tell Wilson here..” House didn’t finish his sentence when he noticed Wilson had taken his chance to slip away, not wanting to hear whatever shitty thing House was going to yell across the hall to Chase. 

Chase clenched his jaw and kept his eyes trained on House as he limped over to where Chase stood. 

“Not now House,” Chase mumbled. 

“Dr. House?” (Y/N) tried to confirm if this was the man she was told could help her. House acted like he didn’t hear her and went to say something else to Chase before (Y/N) stood up quickly and held her medical file out towards House. 

“My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I was referred to you. I work under Stacy Warner and-“ (Y/N) was cut off by a small wave of fatigue. She felt her legs shake a little at the act of standing up so quickly. Chase didn’t think twice  when he moved a little closer, let his hand linger around (Y/N)’s  arms. He stopped himself before he could actually put his hand on her, there was something scary about the idea of touching her again after all this time. It felt like another lifetime when he had the chance to be able to touch her freely, and her disappearance from his life felt like enough for a sign that she didn’t want him to touch her anymore. 

His voice soften when he spoke, “Hey, you should sit back down,” he kept his hands lingering near his elbow as he came closer to her, a little nudge to get her back onto the bench. (Y/N) listens without thinking and falls back onto the wooden bench. Her medical file is still in her hand and slightly held up towards Dr. House. “If you could at least look at it, tell me anything please,” (Y/N) tried to get Dr. House’s attention. 

House didn’t seem to be looking at her, or the medical file. Instead he had his gaze trailed on Chase, on the hand that he pulled away and shoved into his coat pocket when he noticed the lack of response from (Y/N). House finally caught Chase’s eye for only a moment before Chase immediately looked away. It was the only response House really needed. It had been a while since something had Chase on edge. House had been wondering if after the lawsuit Chase had caught if he decided to simply shut down, but his actions now seemed to say otherwise. 

House barely glanced at (Y/N) before snatching the medical file from her hand. (Y/N) let out a small sigh and leaned her head against the wall again, her eyes closed for a moment in relief. Dr. House grabbed my file, he’s opening it, Stacy had told her this would be the hardest part and she did it. (She can’t help but internally laugh at the fact that the hardest part is Robert Chase standing. right. there. But Stacy couldn’t have known.) 

Dr. House barely glanced at the file before swing it towards Chase for him to take it. Chase clenched his jaw but took the file and held it closed. 

“You ever spend time in Australia?” Dr. House leans against his cane as he finally stares down (Y/N). 

(Y/N) couldn’t help but glance over to Chase who was staring down House. She thought of her time in Australia. She had met Robert by accident, when she was working some fancy event that he was attending as a teenager. He was so obviously a bad idea, but he made her laugh and she could see the insecurity behind whatever fake gusto he was displaying. She remembers how he had almost blown her off when he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to fuck her tonight. She tries not to dwell on the years they spent attached at the hip. She tries not to think of all his secrets she had been holding close to her heart. Sometimes, when she focuses enough, she can remember the first time he had confessed that he thinks(knows) that no one else will ever understand him the way (Y/N) did. 

“I lived in Australia for 5 years when I was 16. My mother wanted me away from my father, and apparently across the country wasn’t enough, so she took me to the further place she could think of. It’s been so long I doubt it’s connected, I just barely started getting sick.” (Y/N) answered keeping her gaze away from Chase. 

House let out a little “huh” before he opened his mouth to say something else. Chase immediately spoke up to stop him from asking what he knows House will ask, “No.”  House glanced over Chase’s shoulder and noticed Cameron and Foreman making their way over to the both of them. 

House snatched the medical file, that Chase still hadn’t open, and met Cameron and Foreman half way and pressed the file into Foreman’s hands. Chase took a moment to glance at (Y/N). He thought of how much it hurt when she left, he thinks of her promises that she would write, that being physically separated didn’t mean anything with them. She felt his eyes on her and pulled her eyes from the ceiling, Chase still seemed to have her memorized because he could tell she was going to say something about the situation and he wasn’t sure he could handle it. He immediately turned away and went over to where Cameron was speaking. 

“It says here she had a cold about a month ago….”

“She also lived in Australia when she was 15 and now she seems to be 30. Weird right?” House said in an obnoxious tone that had Chase glaring at him already. 

Cameron’s attention is pulled from the file as she looks at Chase slightly confused. “You know her?” She asked ignoring the glare Chase is wearing. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Foreman said as he quickly walked over to (Y/N). She seemed to be slightly falling asleep against the wall, her head falling a little before she realized and slightly stood up. Foreman grabbed her shoulder a little and shook her awake a little. House watched as Foreman made sure she was aware of where she was, he noticed the way Chase’s jaw clenched at Foreman’s attention and grabbed the file out of Cameron’s hand. 

“Get her a room, and come back to me with information.” House made his way back to his office. Cameron glances at Chase for only a second before she made her way over to (Y/N) and helped Foreman out. Chase didn’t move, keeping his eyes on House his jaw clenched, “Well. Go!” House motioned with his cane. 

Chase had waited for House to make himself comfortable in his office before he took off. He didn’t even mention to Cameron and Foreman that he wouldn’t be around. He just needs a few moments to himself, the irony of how much he didn’t want to be alone an hour ago wasn’t lost on him. Chase was staring at the inside of his locker, he had walked into the doctor locker room without thinking and opened his locker like he was going to go home. The locker was full of his own items and he tried to take inventory. Instead he lost himself in the memory last time he had spoken to (Y/N) face to face.

They were both 21, he never had a secret with (Y/N) since he first opened up. Often, he remembers feeling like she had came into his life and without any medical school, knew how to perform open heart surgery, knew his insides without any problems. This was the first time he had held a secret from her. He had confirmed his medical school entry date and had been scared to mention it to her. ow, he couldn’t avoid it anymore, he was leaving tomorrow and the guilt at not telling her soon ate him alive. For the last few years it was just them, together, Chase knows he has his sister, and really his mother is still alive, but neither of them seem to see Chase. They see his hands cleaning up their mess, his voice lecturing them about something new. Then there was (Y/N). Every time he imagines not having (Y/N) it feels like those first ten minutes he was locked in his father’s office for the first time. He feels the ache in his hands from pounding on the wooden door, the panic in his chest. 

“Bobby,” (Y/N)’s singsongy voice came from behind him. 

He had picked her favorite little coffee shop he had shown her. She always claimed she liked all his spots equally, but something about the beach side patio this one had always made her brighten up a little. He likes to think it has to do with the fact that they can easily walk to the little beach cave they use to spend time in. He hoped it was enough to make her not hate him. 

He knew he wasn’t just dependent on her, it was mutual. She rarely spoke of her family, of the father and brothers she was pulled away from in the States. When she did speak of her mother it was in the same tone Chase spoke of his own. Distain, slightly laced with the longing want for someone, anyone to care. They both chalked it up to teenage angst as they grew together, not wanting the other to think them broken. It was a precarious situation. Both afraid the other would leave if they were broken, both holding each other together. 

(Y/N) was, as always in Chase’s eyes, beautiful. She was a little frazzled, caught being late as she was between class and work.She went to lean down next to his seat and without thinking he pulled himself up a little more, knowing what was coming. 

“Thought I told you not to call me that,” Chase mumbled a little as she pressed her lips against his cheek in a swift kiss. When she straighten up again and started towards the seat across from him, Chase stopped her and reached out to grab her hand. She stopped her movement without question and he pressed a small kiss onto the top of her hand before dropping it and letting her settle into her seat. 

She hummed a little at his comment, “Would you believe me if I said I forgot?”

Chase laughed a little under his breath and rolled his eyes slightly playful. 

(Y/N) took a moment to glance around the coffee shop. When they first really became friends, Chase would insist on meeting up somewhere, not wanting to expose (Y/N) to his mother, and (Y/N) hadn’t questioned it not wanting to answer questions about her own mother. This coffee shop had been in the middle of all the trips and for a while it didn’t mean anything to her. Most of them didn’t matter to her, what mattered was the company with her. What mattered what light blonde hair and rosy cheeks and blue eyes set in that slightly mischievous glare. What mattered when it came to their breakfast dates was how Chase would slip his feet towards her under the table, press his leg against hers just to feel her. What mattered was how easily it was kiss for kiss with them. 

Chase pulls out the folder he had put together, he was prepared, had his whole schedule, what halls he’s being put into. He had taught himself to have it all ready. 

“I was going to tell you sooner, but..” Chase trails off and keeps his eyes locked on the top of her head as she skimmed throughout all the papers he had pushed across the table. (Y/N) didn’t say anything for a few minutes, as she looked through the papers. Chase kept trying to find an excuse as to why he waited last minute to tell her he was leaving for medical school. It was never a secret this is what he wanted, had never let himself dream about it out loud unless (Y/N) was the one listening. Now, he was felt the guilt of abandoning her for this dream looming in his throat. (Y/N) took a sip of her now cooled down beverage and pushed the papers back into the middle of the table. 

“Can I keep this paper? Or should I just write the address down? Can you even get mail in a college hall? ” She said keeping her eyes on the paper. She ignores the abandonment that’s growing in her own gut, tries to figure out what can work with them. She knew this was coming and she wished he had told her sooner, but at least he told her. 

“What?” 

“You need an address to be able to get mail, as far as I understand the postal service at least.” (Y/N) took a sip from her drink once more and kept her hands on the cup and squeezed it just a little. 

Chase couldn’t help but laugh a little at her. He glanced down to the way she was squeezing her take out cup, reading it for the anxious movement it was he put his hand onto the table, his palm facing up. The dread he felt a few minutes away seemed to simply melt away. Of course it was going to be easy, it always is with (Y/N). She would write, he would reply, and they would survive. It would be even easier than it was now, besides the fact that they’d never actually see each other. Okay so maybe not easier, but worth it anyways. 

(Y/N) looked at the palm open hand Chase had stretched towards her and immediately dropped her hand into his.  He tightened his grip on her hand for just a few seconds before relaxing his grip and keeping his gaze on their clasps hands. 

“Just write to my current address, I’ll be back every other weekend to see my sister. It’ll make it easier to come knowing your letters, hand delivered,  are waiting” Chase said trailing off a little at his final statement. (Y/N) hummed in reply. They both see it for what it is, an invitation to wait for him every weekend, to just hold on during those weekdays. 

Chase squeezed his eyes closed at the memory. It continued without his permission. He remembers the first weekend he came back to visit his sister. It was a weekend his father decided to play his part, he was there, asking questions after question about medical school. More importantly,  (Y/N) had written a letter explaining that she had to leave (the details were blurry but Chase knew how much she didn’t like talking about her family) but she would keep writing, and he should write back, she misses his words, really his voice but his words will do for now.  Chase had spent that whole weekend rereading the letter, had recited the letter in his mind when his father was ranting about the medical school Chase had picked. Even now, all these years later, he can see her handwriting, her words at the end, in his head. Sorry I’m not actually there, but let’s pretend I am, we’d be sitting in that little grove you’ve hidden away from your sister, with shitty coffee made by whatever maid your father hired this week. Go do that. I’ll find some shitty coffee on Saturday, maybe if we’re lucky we’ll be doing it at the same time. (Hope to ) See you soon. 

Sick of the flashbacks, Chase presses his locker door closed and looks around at the empty locker room.  

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Chase slipped into the chair next to Cameron in the conference office. He put down the tray of coffee and takes his own out from the slot before Cameron and Foreman grabbed theirs. 

“Thought I hired you as a doctor, not an intern?” House spoke as he wrote on the white board. 

Chase glared at his back for just a moment before using a second to try and stable his voice, “Good thing I didn’t get you a coffee then”

Foreman slid a copy of the medical file he had made towards Chase. Chase’s eyes went to the file, he stared down the name sticking out from the top. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He grabbed the file and held it closed but moved his gaze to House who had finished his nonsense on the whiteboard. Now that he wasn’t blocking it, Chase could see it was a rough timeline. His grip on the file tightened and he heard Cameron let out a sad sigh. 

“At 16, (Y/N) moves to Australia and she leaves when she’s 21,” House took another marker and circles the area between those years, “ Which makes these the Robert years,” House moves around on his cane for a moment mimicking a pace.

“She got sick a week ago, how is this relevant?” Foreman knew it was useless to ask the questions but he couldn’t help it. 

“Why would it not be relevant?”House leaned against his cane, “Parasite,  STD, spider bite, botched abortion who knows what happened in Australia?” 

Chase took his eyes off the whiteboard at House’s words the glare in his eyes back. After a second he finally found the courage and opened up the medical file to pretend he could handle this. His eyes immediately focused on the photo copy of her drivers license photo. 

“Can’t you torture Chase on your own time?” Cameron mumbles a little as she opens her own file and seems to focus on something inside of it. “Botulism fits most the symptoms?” 

“Botched abortion could have left the little Chase attached to her uterus, growing this whole time.” House ignored Cameron and kept his eyes on Chase. Chase looked up and gave House the most bored look he could muster. He couldn’t get himself to tell House anything. 

“It’s been too long for Botulism, but heavy metal poisoning could mimic it depending on the metal?” Foreman stated although he knows only Cameron seems to be paying attention.  

“She’s a paralegal who lives in a fairly decent area, where would she be exposed to that much of any heavy metal?” Cameron shut the file and finally looked at House who was staring down Chase still. At this point House typically picks a side and decided something. House gives Cameron a look of confusion, “Sorry” He hisses a little sarcastically “haven’t heard from my whole team, can’t decide just yet.” 

Chase didn’t think as he ran his thumb over the little black and white photo. He was listening just barely and realized both the options would give House an excuse to go diving into (Y/N)’s current life. He couldn’t seem to focus on the actual symptoms but when House hissed he looked up and noticed all three pairs of eyes on him. 

Cameron’s pity was written across her face and Chase clenched his jaw at how bad it made him feel. Foreman looked away immediately and focused on House instead. “Both can be found with blood testing,” House finally gave up and leaned back in his chair, cane sitting between his legs. 

All three doctors took the dismissal for what it was and stood up. House cleared his throat and stared at Chase a little dumbfounded, “Not done with you.” House waved away Cameron and Foreman. Cameron patted Chase’s arm as she passed him and exited, Foreman right behind her. House made his way into his office, Chase behind him. 

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In the hospital room, (Y/N) sat up in the bed a little at the sight of Dr. Cameron and Dr. Foreman. The last few hours had been hard for her, sitting in the dull hospital bed reliving those few moments with Chase over and over. She had gone from shocked to angry to sad to shocked multiple times and now she’s landed on simply dazed. She saved her lamenting of those years for dark nights in her empty apartment, for dreams that she pretended weren’t memories and now she couldn’t do that. The second she saw him, she had remembered the weeks she’d spent waiting for a reply, she remembers writing letter after letter, and never getting once back. There was a year of her life that she swore she spent more time at her local post office and PO box than her own little shitty apartment. It had taken a little over a year before she wrote her final letter to Chase. She wasn’t sure why he never replied, wasn’t sure what happened, but whatever it was, she wanted the best for him. She had ended this letter different than most, no references for a future, instead a simple goodbye. 

“We’re going to need a few samples, blood, urine, the simple stuff” Dr. Cameron smiled at her. 

(Y/N) liked Dr. Cameron so far. She had been polite, and managed to make some small talk when she and Dr. Foreman had helped get her settle into the hospital. She spoke kindly to the nurses and despite the awkwardness that came from the fact that everyone seemed to know Chase, Cameron treated (Y/N) as well as she can imagine a doctor could. 

“If this is for drugs, I’ve already admitted to smoking weed in the past but its been years, and my file is completely up to date and correct about any medication I have taken,” (Y/N)   said as Foreman grabbed some tools close by and motioned for her arm. (Y/N) let him take it and looked away as he took some blood. 

Cameron noticed the way (Y/N) seemed a little squeamish at the needle and moved to look at her. “We’re going to look for any sort of toxicity within your blood. You might have been exposed to something that’s causing your condition.” 

(Y/N) had a confused look on her face for a moment she went to open her mouth to speak back, try and understand what she possibly been exposed to. Cameron watched as (Y/N) seemed to lose her train of thought and in seconds, (Y/N) started to seize. 

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“I don’t want to talk about her,” Chase started once House had settled himself into his chair. 

“Really? Couldn’t tell,” House moved a little in his chair, “Problem is, you need to do your job, which involves, speaking.” House emphasized at the end of his sentence. 

“Just let me run the blood tests, or any of the lab work, I’m sure Cameron would like a break from the lab.” 

House took a moment to rest his feet up on his desk and stared Chase down for a moment. 

“I didn’t do anything to her, I haven’t seen her in years. She’s sick and I have nothing to do with it.” Chase said. He’s been repeating the same phrase in his head since he first heard Cameron and Foreman debating the diagnosis. She’s sick. She’s sick. She’s sick. 

“What are her symptoms?” House asks. 

Chase rolled his eyes, knowing full well that House had already memorized the file. When he got no answer, House stood back up and walked towards Chase and snatched the medical file Chase had been gripping this whole time. “Go away, you’re no fun to me.” 

House went to his office door and held it open, waiting for Chase to leave. Instead, Cameron filled the doorway, “She seized.” Cameron was obviously out of breath, “She’s been given lorazepam and-“ 

Chase took the medical file back from House before interrupting Cameron speaking, “Brain stem seizure could be a possibility” he mumbled a little under his breath as he opened the file and ran his thumb across the photo again and glanced at the medical tests already performed by previous doctors. “She’s always had high blood pressure,” Chase kept the file open but looked up to meet House’s gaze. House took a moment and focused his gaze on Chase before turning to Cameron

“Put her on Reteplase,” House started to walk away. 

“We should do an MRI first, it might not be a brain stem seizure, Reteplase can-” Chase was cut off before he could finish. 

“You know where the patient is, you know where the MRI machine is. Do it yourself.” House looked at Cameron “Give her Reteplase and monitor her”

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Chase didn’t pray that often anymore, but he almost went to the hospital chapel when Cameron said he would help him get the MRI before she gave her Reteplase. He tried to ignore the obvious pity Cameron had when she said she’d help him. He’s sure he looked like a kicked puppy when he realized House was going to force him to see (Y/N) no matter what, at least it’s working to his advantage. 

Cameron slipped (Y/N) into the MRI room and Chase felt himself sit up straighter in the computer chair as he watched them chit chat with each other. He didn’t think about his actions as he pressed the speaker button to be able to hear them. 

“Montgomery’s library is a little bigger than the this towns, but I think the university library tends to be the best for content,” (Y/N) had been speaking in a slightly out of breath tone. Chase wondered about her oxygen stats and leans forward on his seat to really look at her. Cameron’s voice was in the background as she replied to (Y/N)’s comment but Chase wasn’t pay enough attention to make out the words. Still, Chase felt a burst of joy at how easy Cameron connected with patients. 

Instead, he noticed the way (Y/N)’s hand shook gently, a slight tremor, another symptom he knew. He noticed the dark red nail color she had on, slightly chipped and obviously done by her own hand since her non dominant hand seemed a little messier than the other. The fact that she had already pulled Cameron into a full conversation effortlessly was also familiar. He remembered how easy it was to just listen to her. When they were young he remembers telling her he hated the silence, he had so much of it. She had always feared over talking, taking too much of the space. He smiled a little at how much stayed the same when he noticed the sheepish look on (Y/N)’s face at the fact Cameron had to stop their conversation to work. Cameron had slipped back into the computer room once she had gotten (Y/N) settled. 

There was a moment of silence as Cameron checked the systems. “She’s nice,” Cameron finally broke the silence. 

“Didn’t like her because she was nice,” Chase couldn’t help the way his defense seemed to come up. He still felt like he was in the room with House. If he looked over he’s sure he would catch Cameron rolling her eyes. Chase opened his mouth to apologize, maybe even to thank Cameron for her help, but was interrupted by a voice through the speaker. 

“Dr. Cameron, I should have probably mentioned that enclosed spaces aren’t exactly my favorite” (Y/N)’s voice held a slightly nervous shake. 

Chase clenched his jaw and looked at the machine throughout the window, he felt Cameron’s eyes on the side of his head and he reached his hand out to the speaker button and thought about what to say. His hand fell short once he found his own thoughts and he looked over at Cameron, “Ask her to tell you about the worst movie she’s watched recently,” He said in a slightly whisper, as if (Y/N) could hear through the glass and the machine. 

Cameron turned to glare at Chase but the look fell from her face after a moment, he had turn his gaze back to (Y/N) in the machine. His hand was resting near the speaker button, she could tell he wanted to do something, felt the small bouts of desperation that slightly radiated off him. Without thinking, she reached past his hand and pressed the speaker button. 

“No worries (Y/N), close your eyes and stay still it’ll go by really quickly” Cameron took her finger off the button. 

Cameron watched on the screen as (Y/N) settled and closed her eyes. The tension of the enclosed spaced was written across her face and when she glanced out the window and saw (Y/N)’s hand in a tight fist. Chase’s hand balling itself into a fist stole Cameron’s attention for just a second. 

Cameron let herself start looking at the scan and for a few seconds she had focused in enough to forget the situation around her, until she went to point something out to Chase and he seemed to still be staring through the glass focused at the way (Y/N) was relaxing her fist just to clench it again. Cameron had felt like she had learnt everything there was to know about Chase in the years working with him. Even sleeping with him hadn’t really taught her anything about him. She had used that experience as an excuse to write him off completely, an arrogant pretty boy doctor with daddy issues, they were everywhere in this field. Now she was faced with a quick reevaluation of him, had to put him into this new light. His other hand rested against his mouth in that same stubborn way he rested when he was resisting the urge to speak up. She had blown off the obvious connection with Chase and (Y/N) as a teenage year mistake that Chase was too proud to face, but that didn’t explain why he seemed to care that she was uncomfortable in the machine, explain the motion Cameron had caught of his thumb tracing (Y/N)’s picture. In just a few seconds Cameron made her decision and reached out to press the speaker button. 

“Hey (Y/N), do you like movies?” Cameron said in a soft voice and watched through the window as (Y/N)’s fist unclenched a little, Chase pulled his hand away from where it rested near the speaker button. 

(Y/N) hummed in response obviously doing her best to take the distraction given to her. 

“I saw this terrible movie in theaters last week.” Cameron continued trying to search for the last movie trailer she had seen on television to sustain her lie “Worst thing ever, something about calls? Ever heard of it?” She leaned back in her chair once she heard (Y/N)’s voice in a steady stream start to talk about what movie she thinks Cameron was referring to.  

She let go of the button and glanced over to Chase. (Y/N)’s voice was gentle in the room and Cameron noticed the way Chase settled back into his seat, and finally started to look at the work on his screen trying to catch anything in the scan. For a few minutes it went on like this, Cameron and Chase exchanging mumbles of “nothing here” at each scan loading, (Y/N)’s voice through the speaking filing the emptiness. There was a moment of lull in which (Y/N) had tampered off, slightly embarrassed at how quickly she had let herself start to ramble. 

Without taking a chance to look away from the scans, Chase reached his hand out, pressed the speaker button and, out of an old habit, something that was buried inside him from years ago, spoke out “Where’s the unmute button?” 

In the MRI machine (Y/N) felt herself lose her breath at the words. The phrase always lingered in her mind when she needed the boost of confidence even all these years later. She wishes she could remember when the joke had started, the first time Chase had joked about how she stops herself without any warning, how jarring it felt like someone had pressed the mute button on their conversation.The insecurity in her own voice had slowly started to disappear when she realized that Chase really did like hearing her ramble, it took him out of his own mind. He had started asking for the unmute button as a joke whenever he felt the heavy air of silence and eventually it just became a phrase she took as a sign that she was being listened to, that she, herself, was being listened to. 

She didn’t know what was happening outside the machine so she assumed that the tension she felt came from hearing the phrase. She let out a small breath and closed her eyes once more before she started speaking again. This was something she could do, she understood her role when she heard “unmute button” even after all this time. 

Cameron heard (Y/N)’s breath hitch for just a second before she continued on her rambling. Almost in tune with her, Chase froze until she started rambling again. 

Cameron opened her mouth and started to say something, “Chase..” She tried to find the right words. 

“It’s been ten years, it really doesn’t matter.” Chase didn’t let her continue. He leaned back into the office chair and let out a small sigh  “The brain stem looks completely clean, not a single sign of seizure” He sounded obviously defeated. 

Cameron didn’t say anything but instead stared at the scans. She tried to find an obvious sign of anything wrong in the scans they already had. Before she got the chance to speak Chase stood up and rushed out of the computer room. 

Cameron pressed the speaker button “Okay (Y/N), we’re all set, I’m going to come help you out.” 

—— 

 Chase knew that Cameron could handle (Y/N) and while the idea of them alone made him a little nervous, the idea of having to face (Y/N) was more nerve wracking. Instead, Chase had stopped by and visited Foreman in the lab to check on the samples. Foreman glanced up thinking it was something important. When he noticed it was just Chase he went back to reading the sample slide. Chase took a stool out from under the counter and sat next to Foreman, but kept himself facing the counter. He didn’t know exactly what he was here for, Foreman seemed to have it almost finished and they had rarely hung out and chit chatted for fun. 

“Brain stem is clean.” Chase finally spoke, best to land on the one thing they do have in common: the patient. Chase ignored the way his gut tightened at the idea of (Y/N) as a patient. She’s sick. She’s sick. She’s sick.  

“The toxicity report came back clean also,” Foreman let out a small sigh as he leaned back and crossed his arms, “Her liver functions seem fine, her blood seems a little high in white blood cells but she just got over a cold a few weeks ago.” 

Chase had his hand in his coat pocket, squeezing his fist for a moment as he tried to understand what was happening. 

“You’re stupid for letting House get to you this much,” Foreman mumbled a little as he started cleaning up the blood samples he had. 

“Like he’s never gotten to you?” Chase felt himself slip back into the amour he had built himself so long ago. Right, this is why he sought out Foreman. He exists as a reminder of the person he had crafted himself into here.  

“I hide it better than you,” Foreman mumbled a little before stopping his clean up, “Go home, or go see the girl, but stop mopping around, it’s embarrassing” Foreman shrugged a little as if it would make the statement softer. 

“Not that easy,” Chase mumbled as he glanced at the tests that Foreman had ran. 

There was a soft click before another voice took over the room,  “Actually, it is.” House spoke, “Cameron says she’s stable,” House glanced at the results to the tests that sat on the counter and turned to leave the room. “Keep your pagers on” House yelled from the hallway. It was the closest to a dismissal they have ever gotten from him. 

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Chase had tried to go home. He sat in the locker room with Cameron and Foreman and they all grabbed their stuff. He mimicked the motions, took off his doctors coat, grabbed his items ,Cameron even offered him a ride home, but he couldn’t do it. Foreman cupped his shoulder for a second before he left and Cameron just mumbled a little, “Get some sleep” when they both finally left. The silence of the locker room was enough to push Chase out the door, but not enough to stop his feet from heading to the third floor where (Y/N)’s room was. 

Once he got to the room he realized he didn’t know his plan. It had been so long since he didn’t feel prepared, since he felt ungrounded. His tether had been cut loose for a short time when his father died, but he quickly recovered, shoved the thoughts away and weighted himself down enough that he didn’t think anything would shake him again. He recalled the way (Y/N) had been sitting on that stupid wooden bench this morning, how silly all that tethering had been. How easily he felt himself fall back into her gravity and they haven’t even spoken more than two words to each other. Chase moved away from the closed door and debated his next steps. He didn’t know if she was awake, if she would even want to see him. He glanced around the hallway and after a moment pulled out his wallet from his pocket. He let it fall open and shoved his fingers into one of the extra slots. The wallet was slipped back into his pocket and he slowly folded the worn piece of paper. The creased were slightly discolored from the constant pressure in his wallet but it still read the same words. He didn’t completely unfold the letter, instead just flopped the first crease up, exposing the signature on the letter. Always yours, (Y/N). Chase ran his finger across the name, it was the only thing he let himself keep from the whole situation. He had taken his position at the hospital and made the decision to get rid of all his reminders of (Y/N), it was better, safer. Yet, the letter never left his wallet, he had pulled it out so many times and thought about tossing it, but this was the last thing he had of her. The only thing left that  confirmed he didn’t make her up so he kept it. He started to pull the whole letter open when a nurse slipped out of the room. 

“Oh, Dr. Chase sorry do you need Ms. (Y/L/N)? She just fell asleep for the night, I thought all the tests were done and she was little shaken up so I gave her something to help her sleep.” The nurse grimaced a little, House’s team wasn’t known for kindness. 

“No, it’s fine. Tests are done for tonight,” Dr. Chase folded the letter as he spoke and slipped it into his pocket before nodding a little at the nurse and trying to act like he wasn’t scared as he started towards the door, “Just checking in” He didn’t let the nurse say anything else as he finally stepped into (Y/N)’s room. 

The room was the same as every hospital room around it, not exactly dark, but no longer well lit, soft beeps breaking whatever silence there was. Still, Chase tried to look around the room instead of at the girl laying fast asleep in the bed. Chase clenched his jaw when he heard the smallest shuffle from the bed. He finally let his eyes linger on (Y/N). She was fast asleep, fist in a slight curling position near her face. Without thinking Chase let out a small breath of air and felt himself move over to the side of the bed. Chase raises his hand to uncurl (Y/N)’s fist a little but stops short. Throughout the day he had stopped himself the few times he was close to touching her, he thinks of the warmth that barely came off of her when he first saw her stumble a little. Thinks of Cameron’s easy hands helping (Y/N) settle into the MRI machine. (Y/N) shuffles a little more in her sleep and it finally breaks something in Chase, she had always been restless in her sleep. He lets his hand reach past her fist and instead lets his fingers move a few strands that rested on her forehead. The warmth of her skin tingles a little against his fingertips.

“Hi darling,” Chase whispers a little when his hand trails down her hair a little, letting it drop onto the bed when he gets to the end of the strand.  He felt a small shake in his knees and pulled his hand away, letting himself plop into the plastic chair that was in every room. He squeezed his hand into a fist and felt a few tears start to appear in his waterline. He leaned his head back a little to stop the tears from completely dropping before finally letting himself completely look her over. Despite the obvious signs of something unhealthy lingering in her features, she mostly looks the same, a little older, but still the face he knew all those years ago. Chase didn’t think as he pulled himself and the chair to be closer to the bed. He leaned forward in the seat and let his hand settle near the end of her hair. He lets the lack of movement from her push him to reach his fingers out and slightly twist the end of her hair. It’s not the touch he wanted, but it was something. He let himself twirl the strands a little before letting his eyes completely rest on her face. Finally, he broke the sound of the machines around him. 

“House is a dick, but he’s good. The whole team is really, don’t tell Foreman I said that,” Chase let out a small huff of a laugh before he drops the strand of hair he was toying with. He let his hand rest on her bed, not touching her, but only a small motion would bring his finger against her arm. 

“Seems like you like Cameron, she’s good with people, although the movie trick was mine, I’m sure you remember it. I think you’ve talked me through more movies than I’ve actually watched.” Chase’s voice stayed low as he spoke. 

It seemed a little ridiculous if he thought of it too hard, talking to someone who wasn’t listening, but still it was (Y/N), he had never learned how not to talk to her. He spent what felt like a few minutes explaining how he ended up on House’s team. It was a superficial telling, wanting to avoid the pieces that still felt tender, his sister, his parents. It didn’t take long for Chase to feel himself fall into the familiar place that was (Y/N)’s side, even if she asleep. 

Chase forgets how quickly time passes in a hospital when you aren’t working. How the windows barely give away time and people are always moving so it’s hard to notice when hours past. The only thing that indicated the passing of time was the nurses who slipped into the room every once in a while, in the same rotation they’ve been doing their whole careers.Every nurse took a moment to eye Dr. Chase, trying to understand why he was here, and then proceeded to explain what they were doing like he was just another family member. It wasn’t until a nurse showed up with an extra blanket and tossed it at the end of the bed that Chase accepted his fate. He didn’t give the nurse any indication of a thanks but grabbed the blanket as she was walking out. He closed his eyes and in the dark, he felt the nerve to reach out and rest his hand in her empty one. 

_____

Dr. Chase sat slumped in the chair and Cameron tried to bite her tongue at how he tried to switch his clothing to make it look like he’d gone home, but she knew that shirt had been a spare he left in his locker. The spare blanket he had tucked under the chair wasn’t obvious to anyone that hadn’t been in and out of the room, but still couldn’t fool Cameron. His eyes were droopy, but any attention he had left in his half asleep state was completely on (Y/N)’s hand interlaced with his. Cameron stood for a second and debated coming in and bothering him, she had assumed that (Y/N) was awake when she first passed by the door, hearing Chase low whisper and she felt a strange pride in her chest that Chase had finally gotten the nerve to speak to her. The pride was undeserved, apparently as (Y/N) was dead asleep and seemed to have been like that for a while now. When she realized Chase had leaned a little closer to the bed and was bringing (Y/N)’s hand up in his own she quietly tapped on the door to make her presence known. She mentally kicked herself when she realize how quickly Chase had slipped his hand out of (Y/N)’s. 

“Hey, just swinging by to check on her, thought she was awake,” Cameron’s pity seeped into her voice no matter how much she tried to fight it. Most the time, the family’s found some sort of comfort in it, the care that this stranger of a doctor had. Chase, was not most people. 

“She’s been asleep for a few hours now, a nurse just came in twenty minutes ago and did the bare minimum,” Chase mumbled as he leaned back into his hospital chair. If it had been any other person within the hospital he probably wouldn’t have spoken, but Cameron had helped him with the MRI, risked a verbal berating from House for him, and never once brought up how he had embarrassed himself after a one night stand with her. Cameron put her hands into her doctor pockets and stayed near the doorway. 

“Well, you know how House gets about the nurses,” Cameron rolled her eyes a little at how often Dr. House had groaned about the fact that nurses mess up, and how own team’s mistakes are his but he hated having to account for random nurse’s mistakes. 

Cameron moved into the room a little more, reaching for the clipboard at the end of (Y/N)’s bed. She took a second to pretend to read the information on the clipboard as if it gave anything new to the case. She glanced back up at Chase when she realized he had the same look she had seen a million times before, the same look she saw once in her own face, when she lost her husband. It felt wrong to see it across Chase’s face, to know this doctor who she found fairly intelligent (at least when he wanted to be), and charming (again, when he wanted to be), was falling into a pit of despair over a women none of his coworkers even knew about, a women who he claims he hasn’t seen in ten years. 

“She’s not bad enough for that look yet. We’re going to figure it out.” Cameron tried to make a joke but instead was met with Chase’s subtle glare. She let the joke sit in the air and decided there was nothing else she could do and started towards the door. She had barely reached the handle when she finally heard him speak. 

“I think I’ve made it fairly clear it wasn’t great after my dad left ” Chase spoke through gritted teeth. Cameron let her hand linger on the door handle, but she stayed frozen. “She was the only thing I had left to hold onto when I was a teenager” 

Cameron turned a little so she could face him but didn’t come closer. It felt a little silly, like trying to approach a lion during a safari trip, or a bunny in the backyard she didn’t want to scare him out of finally saying something. She noticed Chase had leaned his head back against the wall and had his own hands wringing within each other, resting every few moments in a sort of prayer position. She was sure if she looked closer she’d notice his eyes closed. 

Cameron realized it was her turn to speak, confirm she wanted to hear this. “She’s not Australian?” Cameron pointed out the only thing that felt safe. It had made no sense they knew each other all that time ago and when she looked at the file there was no relevant information as to why (Y/N) was in Australia, no past doctor seemed to find it important enough to ask and House knew better than to actually think her few years in Australian were important to the case. Chase shook his head against the wall. 

“She was in Australia because her family, I can’t….” He kept shaking his head and Cameron understood. That isn’t mine to tell, it’s hers, he was saying. 

“She was working at this shitty dinner that was down the block from my neighborhood. I’d always meet my friends there, to avoid them running into my mother. One day she was just there like she had always been around, too young to be working there but she knew someone needed to bring money in, she had problems I hadn’t even thought of but that didn’t matter, doesn’t matter even now. She just….” Chase finally pulled his head forward and kept his gaze on (Y/N)’s sleeping face. 

“She made sense, maybe not right away. But I kept showing up and she kept telling me she wasn’t going to sleep with me,” He laughed a little and Cameron realized he wasn’t actually telling her the story, he was just thinking out loud “I kept lying, saying that it didn’t matter to me,” His hand reached out a little as he tucked his fingers under (Y/N)’s resting hand on the bed, “And then one day, it wasn’t a lie. It didn’t matter to me, she just wormed her way into it all. She was the one thing I had that wasn’t ruined by anything, she saw me and nothing else around me.” 

“You cared about her,” Cameron whispered a little, trying to remind Chase he had an audience. 

“Yeah, something like that.” Chase finally caught Cameron’s gaze and flinched a little at the amount of pity that was seeping out her. “Not that it really mattered. We were kids and I had to go to medical school, just had to leave…” Chase stops and Cameron knows the implication, he needed to leave his parents house. “I told her and she took it well, thought it would be harder. She told me we’d be fine, she’d write and I’d come visit every weekend and we’d survive and once we were both away from our parents, on our own completely, we’d finally figure out whatever it was between us.” 

Cameron tilted her head a little trying to make sense of what Chase meant. 

“You weren’t together?” She finally just asked. 

“I had a reputation, she’s never been native” Chase shrugged a little knowing it was well earned, “And I think she knew we both needed each other more than we needed to be together,” The vulnerability was threatening to rip his chest out, but he couldn’t handle keeping it inside anymore. Cameron wasn’t, would never be, (Y/N) but she was still kind, still understood that Chase wasn’t always a dick. Cameron stayed quiet, waiting for Chase to keep going, he hadn’t gotten to the end, the piece that really mattered to her. After enough silence Cameron finally decided she needed to say something to push Chase into finally explaining why they had gone ten years without speaking. 

“I’m sure she’ll forgive you for not coming back,” Cameron whispered in her softest tone. 

Chase clenched his jaw and looked away from the gaze he had on Cameron. Shame was a feeling Chase had quickly learnt to hide away. He leant quickly that pity doesn’t get you much and that shame would never do anything useful for him. Now, the insecurity of being left by the one person he cared about was seeping into his gut. 

“I came back.” Chase said through gritted teeth, “I went home every weekend for my first year in medical school. She said she would write and the first weekend I went there was a letter  so I came back and waited for another letter for a whole year. Whenever there wasn’t one, I would reread the first letter.” Chase shook his head a little before stealing his hand back from under (Y/N)’s hand. He stood up and clear his throat, “It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s been years.” Chase cleared his throat and fidgeted with his tie before he started towards the door. 

Cameron felt herself stunned at the sudden shift in tone. She didn’t expect it to be Chase who was left high and dry. For a second it all seems to add up in her head, of course Chase was the one who held on longer, was it not just a few months ago that he was trying to make something out of the one night stand they had? She forgot how soft Chase could be when he wanted to be, forget that underneath the pretty boy doctor facade, he was someone who raised his sister and his mother, someone who spent his childhood praying for something better, for help. Cameron glanced at the girl who laid in the hospital bed and felt a twinge of anger that this girl had hurt Chase. 

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(Y/N)  winced a little at the pressure of the needle against her skin as Dr. Foreman mumbled an apologize.  She wasn’t exactly sure what happened overnight but the tension in the room had somehow ballooned into something more and even in her state, she felt it. She had learnt at a young age to be able to detect when something was unsaid, that something wasn’t right. After Dr. Foreman pulled the needle and she felt the pressure release from her back, she turned herself over a little to look at Dr. Cameron and Dr. Foreman. She tried to silence the whisper in her head that there was typically one more doctor on the team, tried to ignore the way he seemed to exist on the edges of her whole visit. The visitors chair had been pulled away from the wall when she woke up and she had stared at it for a few minutes, trying to create an apparition of the person she hoped had filled the chair while she was asleep. She noticed the extra blanket across her feet, the one part she always struggles to keep warm. Dr. Foreman had been exactly what she had expected from a doctor, what she has been dealing with for weeks, she had come to rely on him for the real medicine of it all, once she realized Dr. House didn’t seem to interact with patients. Dr. Cameron on the other hand, knew something and cared, (Y/N) wasn’t sure when it happened, but she felt the tension from her the whole day so hard. Foreman and Cameron were speaking to each other and when they started walking away (Y/N) finally spoke up. 

“Dr. Cameron?” (Y/N) cringed a little at how dry her voice sounded. Dr Foreman seemed to look at Dr. Cameron for just a moment before he walked away, obviously trying to get some sort of work done. (Y/N) kicked herself a little at the fact that she didn’t plan out what to say. She took a moment to sit up as much as possible in the hospital bed and felt herself shake a little at the energy it took. She noticed the way Dr. Cameron seemed to take in every shake and movement, ever vigilant in the face of her job. 

There was silence for a moment before (Y/N) cleared her throat a little and squeezed her eyes shut. For the last two days every test had brought her closer to the idea that this was it, that she had tried every option, that the world had give her this last chance to be able to tie up any loose ends in her life. Robert being at this hospital was a sign enough for her, she had nothing left but to figure this out so when she died she at last had the answers. She had been debating how to do it, focused on every outcome instead of the needles and the blood and the shitty hospital food. She hoped over and over every hour since she last heard his voice during that MRI that she’d get the chance to ask him directly. She even dreamt of him, the first time in years, of his voice, of him, close by. 

“(Y/N)?” Dr. Cameron said her name but her eyes were glancing at the machines to try and figure out if something was wrong. (Y/N) shook her head lightly at the questions interlaced in Dr. Cameron’s voice. 

“Everything is the same,” (Y/N) swallowed a little and braced herself, “I know I don’t have the right to ask you, but Robert, uh-“ (Y/N) ignored the pressure in her chest at the vulnerability she was going to force out of her. She noticed how quickly Cameron seemed to straighten up at the name. 

“(Y/N),” Cameron shook her head a little. 

“He has every right to not want to see me,” (Y/N) always knew her relationship with Chase was a stroke of luck anyways, “He knew me for only a few years so long ago, I’m sure it meant nothing but,” (Y/N) stopped herself against and tried not to cringe. 

At this Cameron furrowed her brows a little, it didn’t make sense to her. Meant nothing? Cameron thought of the way Chase held onto (Y/N)’s hand when she slipped in, thinks of the way he couldn’t work knowing she was uncomfortable in the MRI machine. Something wasn’t adding up, and Cameron was trying to put it together when (Y/N) kept speaking. Cameron seemed to have forgotten how quickly (Y/N) can tumble into rambling. 

“I’ll die, it’s fine,” She paused, “Well not fine of course, but I think it’s time I accept it. And all I want is to understand what happened. I know I don’t deserve it, if he wanted to give me an explanation he would have answered one of my letters but I’m dying now, so maybe…” (Y/N) trailed off when she noticed Cameron’s furrow eyebrows. 

“Sorry I thought you guys are friends, or that maybe he mentioned something, which is stupid now that I’m thinking about it,” (Y/N) felt herself slide a little more into the bed to try and escape the situation. 

Dr. Cameron shook her head softly and whatever anger she had felt when Chase told the story seemed to leak out of her, “Hey, I get it.” Cameron whispered a little, “I’ll talk to him, but…” She trailed off to figure out the right thing to say. Finally she just let out a huff, “One letter isn’t a good enough excuse to leave someone hanging,” She spoke in her softest voice. 

“One letter?” (Y/N) swallowed and pressed her fingers against her eyes to try and subdue the headache. “I wrote over and over and over.” 

Cameron glanced at the door and decided she needed to figure this out.

___ 

“You had no right and you know it,” Dr. Chase was snipping at Cameron. 

“She thinks she’s going to die, and she thinks you’ve abandoned her!” Cameron huffed a little. 

She wasn’t sure why she always put herself into things that were none of her business, but Chase is her friend, at least she thinks he is. She’s never been good at denying someone’s dying wish, although she’s sure that not many people deal with dying wishes this often. She had sat with (Y/N) for about an hour, learnt about what it meant to be pulled from the people who loved you at such a young age, what it meant to have a parent that saw you as nothing more than a weapon against others. Cameron kept a score each time she heard (Y/N) mention writing another unanswered letter. She had heard the way (Y/N)’s voice seemed to soften a little around Chase’s name.

“She’s not going to die.” Chase clenched his jaw.

“She said she wrote, she mentioned it over and over. Maybe the post office couldn’t deliver? It was the 90s and who knows how Australian post offices even work! You need to talk to her, really, you’re both just missing each other.” Cameron felt herself sparked within the story she had heard from (Y/N). “She’s so afraid, and her mother just” 

Cameron was immediately cut off by Chase’s cold voice. 

“Don’t try and make me understand her. I know about her mother, I know her, better than I have ever known anyone. You treat her as a patient for a few days and suddenly you think you get it?” Chase felt the anger of the situation he had been pushing away bubble in his chest. “She’s been the voice in my head my whole life, I didn’t exist before she said my name. I’ve seen her everywhere all these years. I thought I had finally lost my mind when she sitting on that bench, and instead it’s something so much worse. Don’t get involved Alison. Don’t speak on things that are bigger than you’ll ever understand.” 

Cameron opened her mouth to fight back when Foreman opened the conference room and stuck his head in. “She’s having trouble swallowing, the tremors are getting worse.” He ignored the obvious tension in the room between Chase and Cameron. 

“If you really know her, you know she wouldn’t have left the way you think she did. ” Cameron whispered before heading towards the door with Foreman. Chase ignored the comment and instead stared at the door where they were both leaving. Cameron was right, he knew her, knew she wouldn’t have abandoned him with a single letter filled of promises. He knows her. 

“Is she having trouble speaking?” Chase grabbed her file off the table and without thinking, pressed his thumb against her photo like before as he read the file, trying to make it fit with what is turning in his mind. Whatever Foreman responded was ignored as Chase pushed his way throughout the conference room and headed to where he assumed House was. He wasn’t sure if Foreman and Cameron were following, but it didn’t matter at this point. 

In the clinic Chase pushed into the room the nurse pointed that House was in. He had assumed the clinic patient House was taking care of was fake once he read “Eric Shawn” on the chart. 

“It’s her immune system. The tremors, the fatigue, it had to be autoimmune. She had a cold a while ago, but (Y/N)’s always been bad at gauging how much pain she’s feeling. It was most likely a Campylobacter jejuni infection and it started to attack her immune system. She downplays the cold, doesn’t notice the tingling in her limbs and dismisses any of the pain she was feeling, keeps going until it turned into what it is now. Guillain-Barre.” Chase closed the file he had brought within and looked up at House half asleep on the patient’s table. 

House glanced behind him to see Cameron and Foreman standing there. He didn’t get up just holding his head up, “Any objections?” 

Chase looks at them both, “It’s Guillain-Barre syndrome. A few weeks with immunotherapy, some plasma exchanges and she’ll be well enough to figure out how to survive with an autoimmune disorder.” 

“She’ll be in and out of the hospital all the time.” Cameron frowned a little. 

House pressed his cane against the floor and stood up from his laying position, “Oh wise one, should we test? Go run another useless test? Or can we treat?” House glared at Chase, letting him know that he didn’t appreciate the MRI test behind his back. Chase stood his ground, didn’t flinch at the glare, she didn’t have a brainstem Reteplase would have caused damage, he regrets nothing. He’s sure Cameron looks guilty enough for the both of them.  

“Figure out if you’re doing plasma exchanges or intravenous immunoglobulin, then do it” House pushed Foreman and Cameron out the door and shut it. 

“You should have figured that out when she was still sitting on bench.” House mumbled a little once they were alone. 

“At least I figured it out,” Chase mumbled a little. 

House didn’t say anything as he stared Chase down a little. After a few minutes, he finally shook his head before opening the door again and motioning Chase out ready to go back to his nap. 

___ 

Chase debated his next step. He thought figuring out what was wrong with (Y/N) would have been enough to clear his mind. In some sense it was clearer, more space had been freed up to think about what Cameron had said.  The few hours of sleep he had accidentally caught on her hospital bed didn’t seem enough to keep him standing much longer, so once Foreman sent an update about her condition and that were going to start some treatment despite not testing for Guillain-Barre, he took it as a sign to get some sleep. He thought of going through the motions of undressing in the locker room, getting his stuff and really leaving, maybe even swinging by to take create for his diagnosis like they always did, but found the whole ordeal exhausting. Instead, he pulled his coat out of the conference room and headed to his apartment with Cameron’s words repeating in his head. 

If you really know her, you know she wouldn’t have left the way you think she did.

If you really know her, you know she wouldn’t have left the way you think she did.

If you really know her, you know she wouldn’t have left the way you think she did.

He spent an hour in his own bed, twenty minutes on his couch and even tried to lay on the floor to try and calm himself down enough to sleep when he finally got to his apartment. If you really know her, you know she wouldn’t have left the way you think she did. He finally stood up completely and scrubbed his face a little at the irritation. His eyes landed on his father’s papers that he had tossed a few days ago, onto the dining table nobody used. He sat himself at the dining table for what felt like the first time since he bought it. If you really know her, you know she wouldn’t have left the way you think she did. If his brain wanted to keep tormenting him, he could do it right back he quickly decided. He grabbed onto the deed of the house and made a mental note to call the lawyer who’s card was paperclipped to it and started to sort through the papers. Anything with sentimental value was tossed away from him, something to handle later. His mind had somewhat silenced, completely focused on what papers would have to go straight to his sister and which he would have to handle himself. 

It didn’t take long and Chase let himself puff out his chest a little in relief. The final thing he had in front of him was a stack of letters, on top sat an addressless one, ‘Robert’ in his father’s terrible handwriting. He ran his finger across the name, bumping into the rubber band that held the stack of letters together. He pulled the top one out and went to open the letter when he noticed the next one in the bundle. 

The address read his father’s home back with his name, nothing straight. But the top corner, the send address held the name he had been avoiding. Immediately  he dropped the letter he was holding and pulled the rubber band off the small bundle of letters. He shuffled them as he looked at each sent address, Auckland. Tokyo. California. Colorado. Iowa. New York. Each addressed to him, at his father’s house. Each from the same person. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She said she wrote, she mentioned it over and over. 

Chase dropped the letters onto the table again and spent what felt like hours, but most likely was only a minute, staring them down. They all had the same worn look, like someone had dropped them into a desk drawer and didn’t pull them out for years. They weren’t dated, he didn’t know if he should open them, (they were his mail he could right?) She said she wrote, she mentioned it over and over. 

Chase finally grabbed the one letter he knew he could handle reading; his fathers. 

Robert, 

There is no way I can make you understand why I kept these from you. You wouldn’t want to hear my answer if I tried. The first month she kept sending them and you kept showing up at the house, slyly checking the mail, looking at your textbooks but never really pulling anything out. I was grateful you had a reason to even come to the house, yet I needed you to understand the importance of your studies. Then the more time that passed, the more you seemed to forget, the easier it was to just ask the maids to tuck the mail away,  you seemed to focus on medical school. That’s all I wanted. You had a duty to your studies, to the Chase name, it seems you understand that now and your mother tried to take that from me long ago, I wasn’t going to let the same happen to you. Look at you now, it did you wonders. 

Chase turned the piece of paper around, as if he was going to find anything else. As if his father would have put another note on the back a quick “Just kidding!” Or a P.S of any sorts. Chase felt his eyes warm as the tears seemed to build and he dropped the letter back onto the table and pressed his palms together in a prayer motion without thinking as he felt a few tears slip out. It wore him out enough that he found himself falling asleep on the couch, ignoring the dread of letters he knew he had to open. 

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(Y/N) perked up in her chair when Dr. Cameron slipped into her room. The treatment had been working for the last few hours now. It had taken some time to find the right plasma type and get it all set up, but (Y/N) already felt her shakes subside just enough. Dr. Cameron pressed the door shut behind her and dropped a cup of pudding onto (Y/N)’s lap, “Don’t tell the nurses, I had to steal it from someone’s cart,” She smiled a little as (Y/N) nodded. 

As she dug into the pudding Dr. Cameron started speaking, “Guillian-Barre syndrome is an autoimmune disorder. We believe it got triggered during your last cold. Dr. Chase,” Dr. Cameron paused just a moment to look at the way (Y/N) tried to not stiff, “mentioned that you’d probably downplayed the cold and any tingling that occurred before the fatigue. It’s easy to miss the signs at first when you’re trying to tough it out. The plasma exchange you’re getting is only to be able to stabilize the immune system again, you’ll have to get checked at least yearly from now on, it can reemerge, but you’ll be able to live your life mostly normal again.” 

“So Robert figured it out?” (Y/N) spoke with the spoon in her mouth, at Dr. Cameron’s nod of confirmation (Y/N) pushed the pudding to the side table and nodded back. “And he’s not gonna…” (Y/N) squeezed her eyes shut fighting back the tears at the lack of his presence and opened them again “Thank you. Please make sure the rest of the team gets told I owe them everything. Thank you guys.” 

Dr. Cameron reached her hand out and squeezed (Y/N)’s fingers just a little “Give him a little more time,” She whispered before leaving the room. 

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When Chase finally woke up he felt the warm sting of crying to himself last night and groaned a little. He pulled himself off the couch, glanced at the clock that read 4:32am and grimaced a little at the 12 hour nap he had fallen into. He lagged for about an hour, trying avoid the obvious task sitting on his dining table. Finally, he had no choice and had scooped them all up and sat on his couch. 

He stared at his old address, written in handwriting he knew once long ago, and finally he gently, as if not to disturb anything, pulled the envelope open. Inside sat a postcard, scribbles across the back. 

 Hi Robert, 

It’s been nearly three weeks since I last saw you. (or heard from you. Write back if you’re not too busy. Please?) I barely explained in my last letter, I’m sorry. Things got worse with my mom. And you were gone, and we both decided that distance doesn’t matter so I hope you aren’t too angry with me. (If you are, that’s fine, just write and tell me you’re angry.) I’m going to stay at this address for about three months, so it should work if you are writing and the stupid post office is losing them. 

Anyways, enough of that.  I know you noticed the New Zealand postage. New Zealand is amazing Robert, you were so right I do love it. It’s green and warm and wet and everything a Tolkien girl could dream of.  I’ve taken to eating like the hobbits, snacks and snack and snacks, since you aren’t around to remind me about real meal times. I’ve met some cool people, no one is you, they’re being nice to me and showing me around. I’m sure you have a lot of homework, lots of studying, so here’s just a list of things I need to tell you about next time we’re face to face. The rowboat, two rainbows!! Aroha and her family, the terrible movie that was on cable the first night I got here, the book I read on the train to go swimming at some random swimming hole. 

I wish we could put cameras into our eyes, let you see everything I’m seeing, and force you to stare into a mirror so I could see you, even just for a little. I miss you and no amount of New Zealand can make me forget. 

Always yours, 

(Y/N). 

P.S I know you’re judging me for putting a postcard in an envelope, but I wanted to make sure it got to you in perfect condition, the photo in the front is the town I’m staying, so now you know where to picture me. 

Chase felt his heart ache at how easily he could hear her voice in her writing. He let out a small broken laugh when he flipped the postcard and started at the photo. She had drawn an arrow to some random spot in the photo and scribbled two little hearts, in the smallest writing yet she wrote “you’re right here with me!” 

He felt more tears come out of his eyes and he quickly wiped it away to avoid them dropping onto the postcard as he run his thumb over the two hearts, feeling the indentation of the pen. Flipping it again, he reread the letter, once, twice, and then a third time, trying to contain the bubble of emotion that sat in his chest. He grabbed the next letter in the pile and noticed she was still in New Zealand when she sent this one. When he noticed it was a full letter, not just a simple postcard, he wiped his tears as clean as he could and started reading the letter. She had decided and wrote upfront to ignore the silence on his end for this letter, instead writing details about her housemates, the swimming she had been doing, the coworker she was sick of waiting tables with, Chase flipped the page and read the other two in a matter of minutes.

The third New Zealand letter explained that she had felt like she overstated her welcome, and maybe it had something to do with the letter she had gotten from her mother, she had a saved enough to go somewhere, and when she looked at plane tickets, it seemed Tokyo was that somewhere. She promised that if he felt like writing her, she would get the letter if he sent it to her New Zealand address as the family she stayed with was happy to forward mail. 

The first Tokyo letter was almost the same as the first New Zealand postcard, but Chase could feel the dying hope of hearing back from him. No sly remarks about him writing to this address, nothing about seeing each other soon, but still at the bottom of the letter he read; “Always yours, (Y/N)”. One more Tokyo letter, and it read like an itinerary, “flying back to the states. landing in california, going to find my brother and dad.” an address to where he could write scribbled in a different color, as if she almost didn’t put it. And again, “Always yours, (Y/N)” 

It was the first Colorado letter that had Chase contemplating praying for his dad to come back to life just so Chase could kill him. The sloppy letter and smudges were enough to tell that (Y/N) had been emotional when writing. Chase didn’t register any of words instead paying attention to the smudged “R” where a tear had fallen. 

Robert. 

They were suppose to be here. My dad always loved Colorado and I thought maybe he would have been here. But he’s not, not in the phonebook, not in any directory. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve lost it all. Anything. Everything. 

The scribbling she had done barely covered the words, but still she started the letter over again. 

We were suppose to be fine. You promise you’d write and I know I promised I’d be there so maybe I deserve this. But I miss you and I miss our coffee shops and I miss the green grove at your parents and I miss shitty Australian tea. You swore everything would be fine. If I knew this was going to happen I would have stayed in that fucking house with the monster who thinks she’s my mother. I should have stayed, at least until the weekend, so I could have explained it to you face to face, but I couldn’t she had 

More scribbles in the line, these dark and hiding whatever secret her mother had done, whatever the final straw was. 

The worst part is, I can’t get myself to stop sending these. I keep convincing myself that you’re just not getting them. If that’s not the case, just write me telling me to fuck off, I can take it. 

I miss you so much. Sometimes when I’m in the dark room of my motel, I’ll close my eyes and I’ll find on a movie I’ve seen a million times and I’ll try to imagine you’re laying with me, asking the dumbest questions about the stupid movie just to hear my voice. More and more I’m convincing myself you were never real, something I made up in a time of despair. Other times, I know I could never have dreamed you up. Do you remember when you tried to teach me to surf? If I had tried enough I know I would have been able to get it, but you had your hands wrapped around my ankles as I tried to stable myself on the board and it’s all I could focus on. I had been so nervous and you started rubbing circles against my ankle bone and I lost any chance of learning how to surf. The other day I was in a crowded bar and some dude put his arm around my shoulder and suddenly I wanted to crawl out of my skin. Still, I slept with him, and thought of you the whole time. It’s probably better I never slept with you, I knew from the start you would have me wrapped up, completely incased in you. Imagine if we had actually slept together? I don’t know how much longer I can pretend your letters aren’t getting to me. I don’t know if I can keep holding onto something that’s slipping out of my fingertips. 

Next time, I’ll stay. I’ll endure what I have to, as long as it means you. 

Always yours, 

(Y/N). 

Chase didn’t bother opening the last two letters. He had enough. He stood up from the table and scrabbled to grab all the letters. His father’s letter was shoved to the bottom of his coat pocket as he rushed out the door. 

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(Y/N) had slept well that night, finally actually getting the treatment she had been waiting for. She focused on that the whole time she was falling asleep, ignoring the pity she got from Dr. Cameron when she came to check in. Dr. Foreman had made it clear that (Y/N) would be in the hospital for a while as she got better, they wanted to keep an eye on her, make sure everything was going back to normal. So she slept, waking up for breakfast at 8am and eating as much of it as she could stomach. She flipped through another magazine some nurse had slipped her. It was all easy, until she flipped to the travel agency ad and they were boosting about low Australian flights. She tossed the magazine away and let herself slip back into an uneasy sleep. 

She was awoken by a small tickle against her scalp. She didn’t open her eyes but crinkled her nose a little at the sensation. Dr. Chase had entered the hospital and didn’t even bother going to find any of his colleagues or boss. Heading straight to the girl he wanted to see. He had stood in the doorway for a little trying to catch his breath, trying not to fall into an endless pit of guilt at his abandonment, he knows she won’t hold it against him. He was a victim as much as she was in this situation. Still he steeled himself to be sent away before he slipped in and let himself fully touch her, his fingers lightly scratching her scalp. 

“(Y/N)” The accented voice left a warm feeling all the way to her toes. 

“‘M sleeping Robert,” She mumbled a little, still mostly out of it all but pressing into his touch anyways. 

“The doctor who solved your case can’t get a minute of your time?” Chase tried to joke but felt the watery tone in his own voice. 

At the small crack in his voice, (Y/N) pried her eyes open, he dropped his touch. She didn’t say anything as she looked at Chase, instead just savoring looking at him. He had obvious tears in his eye line. The smallest quiver of his face made her sit up, “Oh you’re here,” She whispered a little and she tried to tame her hair a little and rub the sleep out of her eyes. 

“I didn’t think you’d come, I didn’t expect you to come, you’ve done enough. Thank you,” She shoved her hands into the blanket to avoid reaching out, “For saving my life,” She clarified. Chase hummed a little and sniffled to try and hold back a tear. (Y/N) furrowed her brow a little and glanced to see the door to her room was shut before she pulled her hand out from under the blanket and reached out to grab his. She stopped herself before she could grab it and looked up at him. He didn’t bother making eye contact with her, his eyes trained completely on her hand before reaching out and meeting her halfway. 

“I didn’t know, I didn’t get them. My father he- He’s dead and still mucking up my life,” Chase breathed out. He dropped her hand for just a minute so he could go around the bed, put himself back into the visitors chair that sat exactly where he had left it. Once he was sat, he reached out again without thought and wrapped up both her hands in his. “I was never angry at you for leaving, never for that.” He held their hands close to his chest as he spoke. 

(Y/N) let him speak as she tried to put together exactly what he meant. The sleep was still clouding her brain just a slightest, but having Robert here in front of her, touching her short wired her brain just the slightest. “Honey, I just woke up, you gotta clue me in a little,” She cooed and squeezed his hand a little when he squeezed at her voice. 

Chase pulled one of his hands away from holding hers and grabbed the letter his father left for him from his pocket. He pasted it to her and she grabbed it with her empty hand. As she started to read he started to speak, “I’m going to write you back, for each one. I’m going to send you four letters for every one you tried to send me. I had been writing them in my head for years, you’re always the person I’m talking to. Darling, I’m sorry,” He confessed. 

(Y/N) slipped her hand out of his completely and sat up as she read and reread the letter that Chase had given her. For a few minutes it was silent as she accepted the fact that it wasn’t Chase that didn’t reply. It wasn’t his fault he never saw her words, she mentally thanks whatever God that Chase never had to read her drunk crying letter from Colorado but feels a little dip of despair at all the postcards he missed out. 

“I know it’s not a good enough excuse, I should have looked for you, I knew you’d never break your promise and I just let myself believe you didn’t write.” Chase whispered after the silence went on for too long. 

(Y/N)’s eyes widen, “Wait what? Robert?!” She slightly scoffed. Chase cringed a little and (Y/N) knew what to do in this situation. This was something she was still an expert in. Soothing Robert Chase when he tries to shoulder blame that isn’t his was a textbook problem for her. 

“Your father kept all the letters from you until he died? And you think that’s not a good enough excuse?” (Y/N) dropped the letter and let it join the useless magazine from this morning. 

“Nothing to forgive.” She whispered and let herself be brave by reaching her hand out and wiping the tear that Chase had let out. “Plus you saved my life, kind of have to forgive anything” She joked a little but felt her own tears start to build. 

When Chase felt her hand against his cheek he let himself sink into it a little, his cheek resting against her palm for just a few seconds before he grabbed her hand in his again and intertwined your fingers together. “It’s my job, I should have been quicker, but you’ll be fine.” He brings their hands up to his lips and pressed the lightest kiss against her knuckle. 

“Has Cameron explained everything to you?” Chase leaned forward in the chair to be close to (Y/N). 

“Most of it, but I’d rather hear it from you,” (Y/N) contently sighed at the way Chase kept trying to get closer. 

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Dr. Foreman had been about to slip into (Y/N)’s room when he heard Chase’s laughter leak out from it. He knocked instead of just going in and took a quick moment to observe the way Chase had found himself sitting at the end of the bed, (Y/N) sitting up and obviously in the middle of a story. Chase didn’t move an inch, didn’t even acknowledge Foreman, his eyes trained completely on (Y/N). 

“Hi Dr. Foreman! Time for more meds already?” She smiled. Foreman knew that she looked better because she was in fact, getting better, but he’s sure Dr. Cameron would claim it had something to do with the two making up. Dr. Foreman nodded and started to get the machines ready to give (Y/N) more plasma. He had zoned himself into the process so much, he didn’t notice the small whisper of Chase’s voice. When he looked up, he noticed Chase had moved, now resting back on the chair as he whispered to (Y/N). Foreman paid enough attention to hear him explaining what exactly each thing was to (Y/N) but stopped listening once he heard, “It shouldn’t hurt at all, sweetheart.” followed by (Y/N)’s soft confirmation. 

Foreman managed to get it all set up and never once did Chase seem to actually pay any attention to him. It wasn’t until (Y/N) had. slipped into a nap because of the meds that Chase finally looked at Foreman.

 “She’s doing a lot better. I’ve been waiting her vitals since I’ve been in here,” 

“Your diagnosis” Dr. Foreman said, letting Chase know there was no thank you needed. 

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(Y/N) groaned a little at the stretch she had taken. The hospital bed wasn’t the worst to start but by week three she had found herself counting down the time to leave the hospital. She ignored the lingering doubt that she’d lose Robert again and let herself instead enjoy every second she had gotten over the last three weeks. He had started coming in to eat every meal with her. He was there when she went to bed, and unless a case had come up, he had been there when she woke up. It felt easy, it was always suppose to be easy between them, it was others that had complicated things. They had fallen back into the rhyme they once had, only it felt as if something had clicked. (Y/N) didn’t ask about his parents, although eventually he did drop some hints to what was happening. Robert had asked about her father, and brother and was met with an excited (Y/N) pulling out photos from when she finally found them again. It was this moment that made Robert pull out his own wallet keepsake. (Y/N)’s eyes had watered at the letter he had been carrying around for so long and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek when he said “I still owe you letters, I haven’t forgotten”. 

Now, she stared at the terrible hospital bed and found herself going to miss it, even just because it gave the perfect excuse for Robert to be closer. 

“Ready sweetheart?” Chase spoke from the doorway, “Convinced House I had to see you off,” He hummed a little and grabbed her bags without thinking. (Y/N) looped her arm around Chase’s open one and they set off outside the hospital. 

“Did you really think sleeping with me would make it worse?” Chase said as they stood int he elevator. 

(Y/N) groaned at his questions. He had been doing this all month, asking questions that had to do with her letters. He never told her if he finished reading them, but one night he had come in, teary eyed and pressed a kiss against her forehead mumbling apologizes that were unnecessary. She had assumed he read that final letter, the one she had poured everything she had felt into before she locked it up. 

“Sleeping with you would have probably ended with me trying to swim back to America from Tokyo,” (Y/N) pressed the floor button and rolled her eyes, “So yeah, it would have made it worse,” 

“Well, you’re already here so no harm in trying it now right?” Chase smirked a little and braced himself for (Y/N) gentle wack. 

“At least take me to dinner first Bobby,” (Y/N) gasped with no malice. 

“No,” Chase glared with no real threat at the nickname, “No one here knows me by that, lets not start, brat” He made sure all her bags were in one hand and used his other to pull her in his arm around her shoulder. “I’ll take you to dinner, maybe even a movie if you promise to talk my ear off the whole time,” He mumbled against her hair as they walked out of the hospital. (Y/N) hummed a small confirmation and pressed herself deeper into his arms.

extra authors note: thanks for making it this far! please come let me know if you hate it, love it or even if you want more! i have so many silly little thoughts about these two together <3 come chitchat!

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Thinking about needy Dr Robert Chase waking up and fucking you before work, he’s sweaty, he’s hard and he’s whipped 🍦

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You lay a panting, sweaty, mess. Chase’ form sits plush against your sex firmly planted in between your legs as he hunches over you. “Y’know I could nut right now just from seeing you like this”. The bulge rubbed sweetly against you he groaned, his skin flushed as he tucked his face into the small of your neck— caging your head in between his arms. The sun had barely risen, only slightly peaking through the blinds, everyone else would be sleeping…

Every spasm, every twitch, god you could feel how fast his heart was beating.

“T-Thank, fuck, thank you…so good for me yeah?” His face contorted into one of obsession and arousal. It was short lived however, his eyebrows knitting together his eyes slammed closed as he whined lowly. “Squeeze me more” You could do nothing but gasp; eyes fluttering shut as your body instinctively obeyed his command.

Oh yes doctor please I think I have a fever from how bad my body wants you to fuck your babies into m—

Chase shakily lifted himself slowly from your body, beads of sweat racing down his chest; your arms, almost as if they were conditioned to do so, hung lazily around his neck. He was such a sight. His hair sticking to his forehead, his lips slight ajar cooing out praises of ‘you feel so good’ and ‘you’re so good to me’ like a broken record. He reached down to watch himself split you apart, pulling out and slowly pushing in to the hilt. So full.

“Fuck, I’m probably gonna cum if we keep on like this y/n…” he circled your clit with the pad of his thumb and smirked when you whined out for him. Staring into your eyes, he knew he had your complete attention.

Your lips were locked in a passionate kiss, the air was thick with anticipation. Your body arched off the bed again, legs locking around his hips firmly as Chase’ skilled fingers continued to tease your sensitive flesh. You moaned into his mouth, and he bit your lip in response.

His breath coming in short gasps. His body was on fire, and all he could think about was you. House was totally gonna have his ass tomorrow for not coming into work today but he didn’t care. He loved these intimate mornings with you.

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Conditions Of The Heart

I've been having a lot of fun switching between fandoms, and this is my first imagine for Robert Chase from House MD. I hope you will all like it.

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Summary: (Y/n)'s been having health problems and symptoms that intervene with her work on House's team, but he doesn't think it's serious. Chase is the only one who believes her and tries to help.

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"Again?"

Why did he have to say it like that? Why did he have to make a big announcement? As if (Y/n) was doing something wrong or making am embarrassment of herself and he wanted the whole hospital to find out.

A deep frown set in (Y/n)'s features as she stared across at House like she was trying to burn holes through him with her dark glare, but her expression did nothing to waver his expression. His brow raised and that quirk in his lips remained set in a playful expression that was just dying to egg her on and see how many buttons he could press.

House's expression aggravated (Y/n) to no end and she couldn't help but let it show on her face in the form of a deep scowl.

It wasn't as if House let them have thousands of breaks during the day, they were lucky if they managed to get ten minutes off for a lunch break.

All (Y/n) was asking for was a few minutes to go downstairs to the clinic.

The first time she'd asked to go down to the clinic, House had been equally surprised and a little worried. It wasn't like (Y/n) to want to go and get checked out, and he hadn't noticed anything wrong with her or any visible symptoms. The second time a few days later when (Y/n) went to the clinic before going on shift, House had been very curious and (Y/n) knew he'd gone to look at her notes to find out what was wrong.

The third time he hadn't really been bothered since it was close to the end of her shift and she didn’t look too good. But now this was the fourth time and she had barely been up here in House's office for an hour and she was already asking to go down to the clinic to get checked out.

Did she not trust the team to go over her symptoms that were clearly persistent? Was this just a ploy to get a break from House and their newest case? Was she even going down to the clinic or was she going to take a break?

House had seen her notes. The doctors and nurses that had examined her each time hadn't found any underlying cause for her problems and symptoms. If House didn't know any better, he would guess that they were just rising symptoms of panic.

(Y/n) was a doctor, she was in one of the most prestigious teams in the best hospital in the country. She should know by now and be able to diagnose her symptoms as mere tools of anxiety. She didn't have to keep running down to the clinic to be assessed like this. She was disrupting House's team and his methods.

"You’ve been here an hour, you really want to go see Johnson that badly?" The teasing tone to House's voice made a fire spark in (Y/n)'s eyes and had adrenaline coursing through her already aching chest.

He knew she was in a relationship with Chase. It was one of the things House liked to poke fun at because the couple worked together- on House's team no less- and he liked to spark trouble and cause friction because life was a game.

But House also knew that most of the times that (Y/n) had gone to the clinic to ask for a check up or for help when her symptoms flared up, she bumped into the same colleague.

"House…" (Y/n) trailed off, not having it within her to start an argument. She just needed him to understand.

This wasn't a ploy to get out of trying to diagnose their current patient. This wasn't (Y/n)'s way of getting a well earned break or going to get something from the canteen. And this certainly wasn't her trying to sneak off to have a fling with another doctor. She wasn't well and she wanted help.

Being assessed by her own team wasn't something (Y/n) wanted. She wasn't very close with Foreman or Cameron so it would feel awkward if either of them tried to help her. And Chase was her partner, it would reflect badly if it was him assessing her and writing in her notes. Plus, they were currently working on a case. It wasn't the time for someone to take a break and assess (Y/n).

"You've been down there three times, and they said there isn't anything wrong. Wait 'til lunch." The tick of his head and the way House looked her up and down showed that he didn't want to be totally unreasonable.

But he couldn't see anything in her notes that suggested a problem. Elevated heart rate. Dizziness. Breathless. Blood pressure slightly higher than usual.

All symptoms of anxiety and specific symptoms that House would expect to find in the people who worked on his team. He was surprised (Y/n)'s symptoms weren't more frequent or harsher with the kind of strain this job had on them and the deadlines they had to find diagnoses for their patients.

After all, House only took special cases where a diagnosis was hard to find and usually, the clock was ticking on their patients.

She looked fine to House. She wasn't about to keel over or struggling for breath or in any visible pain or agony. She could carry on working until lunch time and if she still felt like she needed to be seen, then she could go on her break.

A defeated huff left (Y/n)'s lips and she turned, briskly walking away from the coffee station in the corner of the office.

What good would fighting him do? It would only prove to make herself feel worse and give House a sense of glee at some retaliation. And if she went he would only hold it against her or make her stay later to make up the most time.

Her fingers began to shake around her cup of coffee and as she walked around the table, she kept her eyes glued to the floor. Making sure to ignore the sympathetic look on Cameron's face and the blank stare Foreman gave her because he expected that answer from House.

The cup in her hand clattered down on the glass table with a thud that sent shivers down Chase's spine.

He winced and sank his teeth down into his lower lip as he watched his partner pull out and sink down into the chair beside him.

The pen in Chase's hand began to tap against the textbook laid out in front of him but his head angled to the right so he was looking at (Y/n). The scrutinising look in his pale blue eyes was clear; he was trying to see what symptoms she was feeling.

He knew what she had been experiencing. She told him of the infrequent palpitations she felt and how it made her lightheaded. And the bouts of breathlessness that made her feel like she was going to pass out and starved her lungs of oxygen.

But each time she went to the clinic, her symptoms faded or eased, they never lasted long enough for anything to show up on any tests and her symptoms weren't severe enough to admit her for further testing.

It felt like Chase was the only person who believed that something wasn't right but there wasn't much he could do either when the symptoms were sporadic and he could only assess her when they were at home or away from work. Officially he wasn't allowed to be her doctor.

A soft "Okay?" passed Chase's lips and he leaned in close and curled his hand around (Y/n)'s wrist while she slowly circled the pad of her finger around the rim of her cup.

She shrugged. Did it truly matter if she wasn't? Did it make a difference if she didn't feel well or if she felt uneasy? Did it matter if she was furious and upset and embarrassed that House had told her to suck up and keep working? She couldn't change any of it, so did it matter?

She continued to stare at her cup rather than drink it and with a sigh, (Y/n) leant to the left until her cheek was resting on Chase's shoulder.

Right now, she didn't care about being professional like she was usually so worried about. It didn't matter whether the team saw her being affectionate or close with Chase, it wasn't as if their relationship was a secret, nothing could be a secret in this place.

"Alright, so what theories have we got? Give me something good." House stood in his usual spot near the whiteboard, a pen behind his ear, a coffee in one hand and his cane in the other.

He looked around the table, but only Foreman seemed to be paying any attention to the task at hand. Cameron was drifting off, constantly looking in (Y/n)'s direction like she felt sorry for her, and Chase was annoyed. He wasn't going to answer or make any effort when House had just dismissed (Y/n) like that. And (Y/n) had all but given up trying to act interested.

With a sigh, Chase slouched back in his seat and parted his knees to the side. He still had (Y/n)'s head resting on his shoulder and every few seconds he turned and pecked the top of her head while his hand let go of her wrist and slid down to rest on her thigh instead. If any of the team noticed the affectionate touch, they didn't comment.

For a while, that was how their morning was spent. Chase barely chipping in with conversation, (Y/n) giving abrupt ideas that House contemplated and put on the board. And Foreman and Cameron rummaging through textbooks and trying to link all the patient's symptoms together.

There was still tension in the air and a thick atmosphere around them, but they were all trying to get on with their work to make it easier.

(Y/n) wasn't sure how much time passed as they all went through ideas and notations and delved into theories. But she knew that this time, her symptoms weren't fading like they usually did.

The tightness in her chest was starting to become overwhelming and it was causing that familiar breathlessness that made her throat burn and felt like her trachea was closing up. And her heartbeat was becoming more noticeable, each thump was bashing against her ribs and thundering beneath her skin and it caused a deafening ringing in one ear.

It was getting harder and harder to hold the tears at bay and carry on as normal.

She barely heard House giving out his usual orders, demanding for Cameron to give the patient an ultrasound and Foreman to go and run some blood samples. And she wasn't sure what he asked her and Chase to do, only hearing a few words here and there which she pieced together to assume he said that the 'love birds' can run a test together. The specifics had gone in one ear and out the other with the constant ringing she was hearing.

Chase pushed forward in his seat and tossed his pen down onto the table while he watched Cameron go to make herself another drink, and Foreman seemed to be making notations and little pointers again.

"Ready to go down to the lab?" He moved his hand from where it had been comfortably moulded against (Y/n)'s thigh so he could loop his arm around the back of her shoulders. But the slight shake of her head that he got in response took him by surprise.

He was even more surprised that (Y/n) leaned into him so affectionately considering the rest of the team were still in the room.

Chase felt (Y/n)'s hand resting on his thigh but her nails were starting to puncture through his trousers until they were piercing the skin. And she dug her chin down into his shoulder with her face tucked into the crook of his neck. It allowed her to lean into his chest while he tightened his arm around her shoulders, suddenly worried and on red alert.

"I- I don't feel right," Her voice strained slightly which Chase picked up on right away, causing his eyes to narrow as he looked down at her.

Her breathing was changing again. No longer controlled or placid and calm, but shallow and somewhat strained breaths that implied she wasn't getting enough air. And she was starting to tremble which in turn was making Chase tremble and caused shivers to scratch down his spine and throughout his nerves.

"What's wrong?"

"My chest hurts," (Y/n)'s voice sounded lighter than air this time, a mere whisper on the wind that Chase strained to hear despite having her lips hovering near his ear.

But when he glanced down and realised her free hand was rubbing over her chest, his complexion paled. This wasn't right. There was something wrong with (Y/n) and Chase was going to find out what it was, no matter what House said or did.

(Y/n) let her eyes close when she felt Chase's hand on her shoulder and how it glided up towards her neck. She wasn't sure what he was doing until he splayed his fingers out on the side of her neck, and she suddenly felt his index and middle finger pushing down on her pulse. He was silently counting her pulse without anyone else realising.

She knew he sensed it. The fluctuation in her heartbeat and she knew he tensed at the same time her chest quaked when she had a palpitation.

"Come on."

(Y/n) understood Chase's pretext and the hidden meaning behind his very few words.

House had given them a task, and Chase was going to use that as cover so he could get (Y/n) into an exam room and run some tests of his own. He was going to find out what was wrong, and House didn't need to know. They couldn't deal with an argument right now, as far as the team knew, they were going to run the tests they had been told to do.

It was comforting to feel Chase's hands on her skin when the pair of them got up, and (Y/n) was glad Chase was so close behind her. She wasn't sure how long she could keep herself upright when every limb was starting to tremble and her legs felt unusually weak and shaky.

They made it five strides towards the door to the office before (Y/n) stopped in her tracks, causing Chase to bump into her.

"Babe-" Whatever Chase had been ready to whisper suddenly fell upon deaf ears when (Y/n) stumbled.

Her quaking knees gave way and her wavering body plummeted backwards into Chase's chest and her head whacked into his shoulder, sending his body jolting to the left.

A groan tumbled past Chase's lips and his eyes went wide in their sockets as he grappled to bind his arms around (Y/n)'s waist, letting her weight crash into his chest. His knees ached as they tried to deadlock to hold them both up before he gave in and carefully moved to kneel on the floor, easing (Y/n) down with him as she was slumped back against his chest.

Shivers coursed up and down Chase's spine when (Y/n)’s trembling hand wavered to press to her chest as her breaths turned to strangled gasps.

"I could use some help!" He spat angrily, looking over his shoulder to find House staring at them both incredulously, much the same as Foreman. With Cameron being the only one to rush into action to try and help.

"C- Chase…" (Y/n) gasped, hardly able to get his name to pass through her lips from the shortness of breath the pain caused. Neither of them were sure what (Y/n) was asking of him, but Chase didn't seem to mind.

"Hey, come on, try and take deep breaths for me. Deep as you can." There was a slight edge of panic in Chase's voice while his left arm curved around (Y/n)'s waist and he pressed his palm down against the middle of her chest. Trying to feel her chest rising and falling just in case she was starting to breathe into her chest cavity, although he highly doubted that as a possibility.

His other hand moved to press back to the side of her neck while her head pushed down into his shoulder, tensing and writhing as she was clearly trying to remain in control despite her pain. And Chase tried his best to hide his wince and keep his shoulder tense beneath her head.

He hated how her features scrunched up in pain and she was almost froffing at the mouth from each ragged breath she gasped for.

(Y/n)'s heels bashed and scraped into the floor and she flopped into Chase's chest like a fish out of water, desperate to stop her suffocation. She closed her eyes and clenched her left hand down around Chase's thigh to try and ground herself.

But she was taken by surprise when a softer pair of hands took hold of her left hand. It was Cameron. She quickly attached a pulse clip to (Y/n)'s index finger before she pressed her stethoscope in her ears and pressed the end down into (Y/n)'s chest.

Cameron's lips formed into a concentrated pout but there was apprehension in her eyes. Especially when she saw that (Y/n)'s lips were becoming chapped and slightly discoloured on the inside. Tears were falling from her eyes like a stream when the pain in her chest felt like she was continuously being stabbed.

"Lungs are clear but there's muffling in her chest. I count at least three palpitations."

Lifting her head, Cameron looked up towards House who seemed to be observing them like they were performing a practical exam that he was going to grade. His eyes were narrowed and both hands were curled around his cane that was pressed down in front of him, allowing him to lean forwards and observe them more intimately.

"Lips are pale, she's not getting enough oxygen. Find a room and get her on oxygen and a dose of Atenolol. ECG should confirm an arythmia."

Chase fought the urge to roll his eyes or grunt in annoyance. Now House believed that something was wrong, all it took was for (Y/n) to collapse with breathing issues for them all to realise that she wasn't faking or trying to get out of work. She had a real health issue that no one had bothered to try and assess or work out.

"I can-"

"I've got her." Chase's words were snappy and to the point, cutting Cameron off before she had the chance to offer to help (Y/n) up.

A soft "Up we go," passed his lips as he switched his arms so one was around (Y/n)'s lower waist and the other slid beneath her knees. He pushed up to his feet, wincing at each shallow breath (Y/n) took which fanned against his throat as she tucked her face into his neck again.

He could feel her tears soaking into his skin and her trembling was surging through his blood and making him want to shake too.

He turned his head so his lips could press against (Y/n)'s burning temple and he had to concentrate so his hands didn't dig too harshly into (Y/n)'s skin and inflict any further unnecessary pain onto her.

When Cameron held open the office door, Chase hurried out, not caring that she and House were both following behind him. They could wait back in the office for all Chase cared. He needed to go and get (Y/n) set up in one of the empty rooms and get her on oxygen and medication to stop these symptoms from reoccurring.

This wasn't the first time (Y/n) had felt these symptoms, but it was the first time Chase had known her to collapse and suffer so much from them. Hopefully it was something as simple and treatable as an arythmia or maybe angina. He didn't want to think of there being any other serious problems; not for (Y/n).

Up until now, no one could find anything wrong. Hopefully this was it.

***

Tilting her head down, (Y/n) stared down at her thighs where her hands were beginning to tap out a rhythm. She didn't have to look up to see that Chase wasn't happy. The way his foot was repeatedly bashing against the floor was making the bedframe rattle and she knew instinctively that he had his arms folded tight over his chest.

House however, was a different matter. He looked unimpressed with his fingers twitching around the handle of his cane and his other hand was gripping the end of the bedframe.

"I need you both back to work. She's fine."

Pursing her lips, (Y/n) angled her head to one side and finally looked up towards her partner just in time to see Chase's nostrils flare and his lips curl into a grimace.

The palpitation she had suffered yesterday was most likely from an arythmia, but there was no single test to diagnose it. Angina was ruled out because (Y/n)'s cardiovascular blood vessels weren't constricted or tightening or weakening.

For an arythmia they had to monitor (Y/n), check each time she had symptoms or problems like yesterday and go from there. Either medication or trying to locate the section of the heart causing the issues and freezing it was their best course of action. None of which could be done within the next few days, they needed confirmation of this diagnosis.

But Chase wasn't so easily swayed. He didn't want (Y/n) to just go straight back to work. Yesterday had been different, it had been the first time she collapsed and he didn't want it happening again. She needed to rest and be monitored and they had to keep checking her heart to note the symptoms and changes.

"She's not fine, she has a heart condition-"

"That we can't diagnose without further symptoms and tracking. Do you feel fine?" House's attention turned to (Y/n), who didn't look too pleased about being talked about as if she weren't in the room with them.

Her hands began to glide up and down her thighs more vigorously and her eyes glanced up at Chase again. It was clear by his expression that if she said no, he would stick by her. He would stand up to House and make sure that she got another day or two or three on observation and an ECG to constantly check her heart rhythm.

But (Y/n) didn't want to be a burden. She had been okay since her episode yesterday morning. No more palpitations or shortness of breath, no more gasping for air. Being on oxygen for an hour and having beta-blockers had done the trick.

As long as she got to stay on observation and keep taking medication to try and ward off any further symptoms, (Y/n) would be okay.

She worked in a hospital, if she had any issues or fainting problems again then she was in the best place for it to happen.

Staying in this room as a patient was only going to help if something went wrong or she had further symptoms. Her chest was still aching and there was the odd pain but it was nothing serious and the monitors didn’t show anything. (Y/n) couldn’t sit here forever and wait until some sign appeared for what was causing this. For all they knew, it had stopped for good now.

When Chase locked eyes with (Y/n) he let out an irritated sigh, feeling anger boiling up inside of him when he realised he wasn’t going to be able to stop her from coming back to work.

"If she has any other symptoms or issues, you let her come back for observation."

"Fine. You'll be observing her and buzzing round her like a fly anyway." House waved his hand in Chase's direction before he turned and hobbled out the room.

It wasn't as if (Y/n) would be working away from the team or somewhere where they couldn't keep an eye on her. She would be with the team almost all the time, and when she went home she would still be with Chase. He could supervise and observe her to his heart's content. If she had any symptoms she could get back on an ECG and House would let Chase run any tests he liked.

But he wanted the whole team back on their current patient, back to doing their jobs that they were paid for. There was no use in (Y/n) sitting bored in here when she could be back with the team who were the most qualified to keep an eye on her and check her symptoms anyway.

Turning to the right, (Y/n) swung her legs over the side of the bed until her toes were just barely scraping the floor. And before Chase could utter one word, her arms were wrapped around his torso and her face was meshed into his sternum, breathing in his scent.

It was comforting to feel his hand on the back of her neck, his fingers tangling into her hair while his other hand roamed up and down her back in soothing circles.

"Are you sure you feel okay?"

"I feel better, I promise."

Chase leant down to kiss the top of her head while his thumb stroked up and down the back of her neck, causing shivers in his wake that he could feel soaring through (Y/n)'s skin.

"I'm keeping an eye on you," He murmured softly, the smallest hint of a smile tracing across his lips when (Y/n) angled her head back and looked up at him with that lazy grin that sent his own heart into a frenzy.

"I'm counting on it."

His lips were warm and sweet and his hand shifted to cup her neck, as if making sure she didn't move her head and try to break their kiss that was beginning to steal all the air from (Y/n)'s lungs just like her palpitations had done yesterday.

"So what does this do?"

(Y/n) fought as hard as she could to control her expression and steel her system. When she contorted a smile onto her face, she knew it wasn't as convincing as it should have been, and it wasn't as if she was about t give bad news or perform life-saving surgery.

But it wasn't the patient she was trying to protect. It was herself.

One week of a few meager symptoms and no collapsing or fainting at work. One week of Chase observing her and watching her like a hawk to no avail, because nothing else happened. After that one week, House seemed to believe that (Y/n)'s symptoms wouldn't flare up again and were either control or simply aggravated panic and therefore nothing to worry about.

It had been two weeks now since she had collapsed and her symptoms were simply flaring up in spates. A bit of a flush here and there, some breathless moments, the odd palpitation. Nothing serious enough to warrant another wave of panic or any further tests. Not that (Y/n) wanted any tests when they never seemed to prove that anything was wrong.

It was hard to keep smiling and reassuring the patient when she didn't feel like she was okay. She felt uneasy. The vein in her neck was throbbing like it was ready to explode. Her heartbeat was suddenly well aware in her chest. If anymore of her symptoms flared up she wasn't going to be able to perform this procedure.

"This allows us to remove the clot in your artery."

"No kidding, f-from all the way down there?"

"Blood vessels are like subway systems, this one goes right up to your lungs." At least her words seemed to comfort the patient and make him grin. He couldn't see the nerves hiding behind her eyes and he hadn't noticed that (Y/n) wasn't feeling her best right now.

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) took a moment to hold her breath and see whether it would make a difference or settle her system at all.

At least the patient wasn't panicking. (Y/n) would become a blundering mess if he didn't think she was capable or that she was too unnerved to do this minor surgery.

Out of all the strange symptoms and complications their patient had developed, no one had expected a blood clot to be one of them. Now they had changed his medication and were getting the clot from near his lungs.

To do that, they were inserting a tiny wire through the artery in his left leg which would go up through his system and reach the blood clot that was still partially blocking his blood vessel near his lung. It was a simple procedure, but (Y/n) had to steel her nerves and hold steady. Moving too fast or shaking as she inserted the wire could rupture the walls of his blood vessels and they couldn't have that happening.

"Just try and stay still, this won't take long."

(Y/n) flexed her fingers to try and rid the tension from her muscles and keep enough control so that she didn't start shaking. A doctor and any surgeon had to have steady hands, (Y/n) couldn't fall into trembles now.

She didn't realise she was holding her breath until her chest began to ache and she realised it wasn't one of her usual symptoms.

Her eyes focused on the wire she was steadily threading through the patient's thigh, watching it slither up his leg before she looked up to the monitor opposite her to make sure she was aiming the right way. Taking the right blood vessel. The right subway to get to the station that held the blood clot.

Chase was stood on the opposite side of the bed, his eyes watching her eagerly while his hand held the ultrasound over the patient's lower chest, right over his lung so they could keep check and make sure there were no other problems arising.

Chase noticed. He could see the signs (Y/n) was trying to hard to cover. He could see how her gaze kept flitting down to her hands and how she was putting all her concentration into keeping them steady, something she never had to think about doing on a normal day.

He noticed her throat tightening and her breaths increasing every now and then, despite this being a far more routine procedure compared to some of the surgeries they helped out with from time to time.

He watched with quirking lips and panic flooded eyes when (Y/n) uttered "Got it," but she sounded breathless.

Sweat was glistening on her brow and Chase could look no where else but at his partner. He watched her elbows resting on the bed as she tried to extract the wire from their patient's thigh without any sudden movements or ruptures. His fingers twitched and tightened around the ultrasound wand he was holding that he wasn't paying much attention to anymore.

"You're all done." The same breathlessness tore through (Y/n)'s chest and prevented her from trying to smile.

She was giving a patient good news. The clot had been extracted and his procedure was done. But (Y/n) was shaking as she placed a gauze patch over the incision and stepped away from the table.

She glanced across at Chase, giving him a brief look which he seemed to understand. He muttered "Let's get you back to your room." with a smile that could fool anyone and he paged for a nurse while (Y/n) started to retreat from the room.

The latex gloves seemed like she was peeling away a second layer of skin, the scrubs felt like they had been tied with sailor's knots at the back to keep her in a body suit like this.

Ripping them off was ten times harder than it should have been and (Y/n) shakily stuffed them into the waste bin on her way out the room.

She wasn't sure where she was heading, or where she was supposed to go now. House would probably want them back in his office so they could try and find the right diagnosis for their patient after this new development in his case. But (Y/n) didn't want to go back into the office yet, not when she was feeling like this.

The seats lined against the wall in the corridor seemed like a safe bet. (Y/n) plonked herself down in one of the chairs and slumped forward until her arms were flopped on her thighs and her head hung down, hoping to clear the dizziness that was ebbing away at the back of her mind.

"Hey, you okay?"

(Y/n) raised her head just enough to see Chase stood beside her, his head dipped to one side to look down upon her while he reached out to rest a hand on her shoulder.

"Palpitation," she mumbled, closing her eyes when she felt his hand immediately move from her shoulder to press against the side of her neck.

To anyone else it might have looked like a loving touch, but his middle and index fingers were feeling her pulse. His eyes narrowed as he felt her heartbeat, seeing that it wasn’t that much of a difference in rhythm but those little jumps and skips were there.

Chase brushed his thumb over the back of her neck when (Y/n) slumped against his front with her head pressing into the middle of his lower chest.

A sigh rumbled past his lips and he shifted his hand from her neck so his arm was loosely draped around the front of her chest, hugging her close as he leant down and buried his nose in her hair. He took a few slow breaths as he closed his eyes, feeling (Y/n)'s hand curl around his forearm like she was pinning him in place to ensure he didn't move one foot away from her.

He briefly opened his eyes at the sound of footsteps and Chase turned his head ever so slightly so he was still smothered against (Y/n)'s head, but he was able to glance down the hall.

Two nurses were wheeling their patient in the opposite direction, presumably and hopefully back to his room.

A peaceful silence enveloped them both as (Y/n) leaned into Chase who was wrapped around her like a comfort blanket. She found herself tapping her foot against the floor out of nervous habit, but her hands suddenly latched tightly around his arm and she tensed against him. Her chest seized and tightened as she doubled over with a gasp that caught Chase's full attention.

His lips parted, the question of what's wrong on the tip of his tongue until he felt the way (Y/n)'s chest seized and shuddered. Without thinking twice, he pressed his palm down against the centre of her chest before he fumbled to reach up to her neck and feel for her pulse.

Her heart was spasming. The palpitations and uneven rhythm were more prominent than last time.

This wasn't good.

"Up. C'mon, let's get you in the exam room." The urgency in Chase's voice made (Y/n)'s stomach churn and twist itself into knots and she whimpered in his arms. Clinging to the arm that was bound around her front while his other arm slid around her waist so he could help her up from the chair.

It felt and probably looked more like Chase was dragging her than walking with her, but (Y/n) was starting to flag in his arms. If he wanted to get her into a room to be checked out, heaving her there himself was the only way.

The couple stumbled into the new vacant room their patient had not long been in and (Y/n) reached one arm out to grasp the bed and lean against it when her knees started to tremble.

Her lips parted in a silent gasp and tears began to trickle down her features as that familiar suffocating feeling overwhelmed her and it felt like her heart had turned into a boom box. Each uneven beat was thundered against her ribs and pulsed through her blood and nerves and it hurt. It hurt to feel and notice each thundering beat of her heart that had her shoulders coiling inwards like her chest was trying to break itself in two.

She didn't quabble when Chase lifted her up and sat her down on the bed, and when his hands found her shoulders and he pushed to ease her down, (Y/n) didn't fight him. But she did coil her knees up near her stomach. Laying flat somehow didn't feel right. She wanted to curl up into a ball. Bringing her knees up and wrapping her arms tight around her waist was the closest she could get to the fetal position.

A pitiful cry along with a broken "Oow," left her lips before she snapped her eyes closed.

And when Chase's hand rested on the base of her chest, presumably to try and keep her still and to calm her down, (Y/n) grabbed his wrist until her nails were scraping against his skin.

Chase fumbled for the pager strapped to his belt, trying to compose himself and hold in his panic just long enough so he could type a message which he sent to all the team. Instructing them of an emergency which they needed to come down to the exam room to help with.

"Alright, alright babe. I'm gonna do an ultrasound, okay?"

(Y/n) nodded while her neck pushed out and she shoved her head back until she was almost tearing through the flimsy pillow beneath her. She could barely open her eyes enough to see a blurred image of Chase hovering over her.

She didn't care what he did or how he tried to help, she just wanted him to do something to ease her pain and terror.

With one hand clenched around his wrist, (Y/n) fumbled to whack her other arm out above her head towards the wall behind the bed. As soon as she grasped hold of the oxygen mask hooked there, Chase leant over and turned the oxygen machine on. (Y/n) didn't care about the wire wrapping and tangling around her arm because once the mask was over her lips, she was getting some form of help. Just enough oxygen to get through her system and keep her going considering she seemed to be suffocating. Again.

"Okay, okay…" Chase muttered a few other things to himself that (Y/n) couldn't make out, but she knew he was just trying to stay composed and walk himself through this.

He pressed his hips into the side of the bed so he could lean over her and a flicker of a grin pulled at the corner of his lips when he moved both hands to (Y/n)'s shirt. He locked eyes with her when he pulled and undid the buttons on her shirt until it was completely undone and he could see her bra. Unfortunately he didn't need to take that off.

(Y/n) barely felt the gel he squeezed onto her chest which was trembling and jutting up and down with infrequent breaths and gasps that were causing her throat muscles to tighten and constrict.

She had had an ultrasound two weeks ago after her other flare up of symptoms. But by the time she had been put on oxygen, an ECG and had her beta-blockers, the ultrasound was useless. Her symptoms had simmered down and her heart had been back to beating normally. The scan showed nothing amiss.

But Chase was hoping that doing a scan now, while she was actually suffering her strange variety of symptoms, that it might flag up something.

"Try and stay still babe, take a deep breath for me."

Chase's voice was lulling, almost as if he were putting her under a trance and (Y/n) nodded when the ultrasound was pressed down on her chest. It felt like he was trying to imbed it into her ribs, but she knew he was just trying to get a good look at her heart.

She took as deep a breath as she could manage, pushing her chest up and shifting from left to right as it became harder and harder to stay still when all she wanted to do was shake and writhe in agony.

"Breathe out."

With his right hip pressed against the bed, Chase had his right elbow resting on (Y/n)'s stomach as he moved the sonogram a little so get a better image. His left hand reached out for the monitor and he zoomed in a few centimetres.

(Y/n) wasn't sure whether the furrow in his brows and the slight pout of his lips was a good sign or not. Something had caught his eye or come to mind, that much was clear.

"Shallow breaths, start panting."

A whimper left (Y/n)'s lips and she brushed her cheek against the pillow while her hands clenched into fists and pushed down into the bed.

"Please baby, I know it hurts but I need you to try." Chase's expression turned to one flooded with sympathy. He knew she was in agony and he knew breathing was a struggle, but he had to see her heart rhythm changing and panting would use more oxygen and make her heartbeat increase.

(Y/n) tried, she panted as much as she could but it didn't feel like she was actually taking in any oxygen from the mask. Although she was sure she must have been because Chase leaned so close to the monitor that she feared he might end up putting his head through it.

"We got your 911… what are you doing?" Cameron's hands clung to the door handle as she paused in the doorway, unsure whether to step over the threshold or not when she wasn't quite sure what they were up to.

"Blood's leaking into her left ventricle. I need a better image, but the mitral valve looks loose."

Chase looked like he was panting, his jaw loose and eyes wide as he stared at the team as they flooded into the room.

An ultrasound wasn't such a great way to view the heart, but from what he could see, there was blood flowing back into the heart. Valves were like doors that closed after the blood pushed through to the next chamber of the heart, but if one was loose the blood could leak back and that caused a whole lot of problems.

Clearly this wasn't happening often enough for this to be visible on the scans they had done, and it wouldn't be prominent or visible on an ECG monitor.

If this was the right diagnosis then (Y/n) would need keyhole surgery to strengthen the valve and ensure this stopped happening. They had to stop this before it got any worse.

"I'll book a CT scan." Foreman held his hands out at his sides like he was giving some kind of apology for not believing anything like this could have been the cause. And he backed out of the room to give them some privacy and get the scan sorted. The sooner they diagnosed this, the sooner they could get (Y/n) to surgery and prevent it from happening again.

"Let me check your blood pressure, then we can find something to control the symptoms." Cameron's voice was soft and oddly quiet but her smile was comforting as she rounded the opposite side of the bed to Chase so she could try and help (Y/n).

(Y/n) was sure that her tight grip had left indents on the oxygen mask she was moulding against her face, but right now she didn't care. She inched the mask down her face just enough so that she could tilt her head back and look up at Chase when she realised he had put the sonogram away and was back to leaning over her.

His fingers softly carded through her hair and gently fluttered along her temple, but it was that calming smile and those ruby red lips that made (Y/n) feel a surge of adrenaline and shivers running down her spine.

And when she felt his lips attaching to her temple in a wet kiss, she leaned into the touch and hummed.

"You're gonna be alright now. We can fix this."

[frickingnerd]

kiss me again (& again)

pairing: annabeth chase x gn!reader

summary: annabeth gets all affectionate with you for 'no reason'...

annabeth wasn't as publicly affectionate as other girlfriends. which was exactly what made it so weird that she was all over you today, for seemingly no reason.

“kiss me again…!” annabeth pouted, the second you pulled your lips away from hers.

“but– mmmpfff…” was all you could mumble out, before her lips were on yours again, shutting you up in an instance.

“okay, hold on…!” you gasped, once you finally managed to pull away from her for a moment. “listen, i love you and it's great that you're so… loving, today. but… come on, there has to be a reason!”

annabeth averted her gaze, her eyes narrowing down into a glare, before she quietly sighed and looked at you again.

“i've heard a couple aphrodite girls wonder if you were single yesterday… so i wanted to make sure they all knew you've got a girlfriend, alright?”

[savvymantis]

Heyo I’m so stupidly excited someone writes for the rescuebots. Do you have any headcanons of the four main bots being smitten with a human s/o? Just before dating, like their inner thoughts and acts to try and make it subtle or get it across?(you can ignore this if you wish, I love your writing either way!)

Oh So Smitten

Chase:

Chase is soft for you, but it can be hard to see sometimes. He doesn't act too different around you, but there's an obvious need to be around you that he carries whenever you're near. He lingers near you, minding his business but ready to be your helper should there be anything you need. And if that thing is just a conversation? He has many conversation starters saved up for such an occasion.

It needs to be said that while Chase doesn't act too different around you, he does act different around others. Both his team and Charlie have to hear about you near constantly. Chase has a lot memorized, trying his best to parse through his own feelings and what your own might be. He also wants to try and woo you, if possible, so he discusses his plans at length with his other, taking them as serious as a rescue.

Heatwave gets sick of it quick, but Boulder and Blades find it romantic enough that they do their best to keep up with Chase's intricate plans to show himself as a good partner for you. They even offer their own ideas for gifts to give you, but be careful. Chase cannot cook. He can, however, suss out the perfect gift based on everything you have ever said. Just don't be too put off by what he says as he gives them to you; he's still practicing with Blades on making his compliments more flattering instead of sounding like he's studying you like a bug.

Heatwave:

Heatwave is smitten, but you would never know. If you never hung out around him, that is. Heatwave likes to think he's got a good lid on his innermost emotions, but it's not hard to see how he relaxes whenever you're around. His voice softens, his posture slouches, and he smiles far more than he does whenever you're away. It's easy to notice, if you know what you're looking for. Everyone else has noticed, at least.

Given Heatwave's tendency to be, well, grumpy, it's easy to tease him about his crush. And tease his team does. Boulder coos and swoons over how in love with you Heatwave is, while Blades talks on about spring weddings and saying yes to dresses. Chase is more practical, showing off his relationship and dating self help books, trying to get Heatwave to do what they suggest. Heatwave doesn't, instead shouting at his fellow bots until they scurry off snickering.

What they don't see is his own plans, written down on a datapad he keeps on hand constantly. They're not very extensive or detailed, just small notes on things you like or activities you'd might enjoy. Heatwave is confident enough in himself to be okay without every detail being written down, and he knows you'll have fun together, whatever happens.

Boulder:

Boulder is the most laid back of all the other bots, and thus he's the only one that is really hard to guess where his feelings lie with you. He's adoring and sweet to everyone, always interested and curious of humanity. It takes the family and even the other Rescue Bots a while to realize his interest in you is more than just platonic, and that's only after they discover carefully drawn sketches of your profile surrounded by hearts in his habisuite.

Any teasing is to no avail, for Boulder isn't ashamed of his feelings. He understands that they're as natural as can be, and you're lovely, so why would he be ashamed? Teasing thus turns into encouragement to confess, and it's there where Boulder hesitates. While he's assured of his own feelings, yours are less known, and it's not confirmed you'd date a bot, much less him. Luckily, his team is nosy helpful, and figure out that you wouldn't mind a big, strong, handsome bot as a partner

With more confidence in his chances with you, Boulder steps up his game. He brings you flowers and drawings of the natural wildlife around the island, which eventually evolves into those sketches of you being shyly passed along whenever you're hanging out alone together. He compliments you too, so sweet that it makes you blush, which he wants to capture on canvas one day. If you're agreeable.

Blades:

Blades is the most obvious about his crush, which surprises no one. He's bashful and chatty at the same time, wanting to talk to you about everything, but also so shy that his face plate seems permanently stained blue. His rotors flutter a lot too, sometimes taking his pedes right off the ground when you make him flustered or excited. It's extremely obvious, but also extremely cute, so you don't mind.

It's easy to tease Blades about his crush, since he frantically denies it like you can hear him from across the island. Still, since he's a little hopeless and a little too reliant on movie tropes, the team does their best to help him along. And that goes about as well as you would expect, so not very well. While everything seems to fall apart, their attempts at nonchalant dates are nonetheless very fun for you, especially when they end with you in Blades' arms as he flees some danger.

Movie nights are a must, but also a way for you to add you own romantic opinions for Blades to hear. He points out courting rituals to you, eager to hear your ideas, and keeps them in mind as he grows more determined to woo you. Each date he tries to casually spring on you gets better and better, until you're both practically dating without anyone even saying anything.

[berrywinner]

PLEASE WRITE FOR CHASE BUT LIKE FLUFFY AND HAPPY STUFF UGHH and can you make it an x reader 🩷 i appreciate you so much!!

Pot, meet kettle

The hospital was unusually quiet, a rare moment of peace in the chaos that usually filled the halls. You sat in the diagnostics conference room, sipping on a lukewarm coffee, flipping absentmindedly through a patient file. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed softly, casting a dim glow over the table littered with paperwork, medical journals, and half-empty cups of coffee from various shifts.

"You're working too hard," a familiar Australian voice teased, and you looked up to find Chase leaning against the doorframe, his usual smirk firmly in place. His white coat was unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up just enough to hint at exhaustion, yet his blue eyes were bright with mischief.

"Pot, meet kettle," you shot back, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't you just pull a double shift?"

"Maybe," he admitted, pushing himself off the frame and walking over to you. He stole your coffee right out of your hands, took a sip, and immediately made a face. "That’s awful. How do you drink this?"

"Desperation," you deadpanned, watching as he placed the cup back in front of you with an exaggerated look of betrayal.

Chase chuckled, the sound warm and familiar. "Seriously, you should take a break. Come on, let’s get out of here for a bit. I know a place that makes coffee that won’t make you regret all your life choices."

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. "I'll take a break when you do."

"Alright, deal." Without warning, he reached out and laced his fingers with yours, giving them a gentle squeeze. The touch was light, casual, but your heart stuttered all the same.

You narrowed your eyes playfully. "Are you using emotional manipulation to get me to leave work?"

"Absolutely." His grin widened as he tugged you to your feet. "And it's working."

With a resigned laugh, you let him pull you along, exiting the conference room and slipping past a few late-shift nurses in the hall. As you walked side by side, the usual hospital scent of antiseptic and caffeine lingering in the air, Chase’s fingers remained loosely curled around yours, the warmth of his palm grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed.

The coffee shop Chase had insisted on was small, tucked away from the main roads, with dim lighting and the rich scent of espresso hanging in the air.

Chase ordered for both of you without hesitation, a sign of how many times you’d been here together before. You leaned against the counter, watching as he paid before grabbing your drinks and heading toward a small table by the window.

"I don’t remember agreeing to let you pay," you pointed out as you sat down.

Chase smirked over the rim of his cup. "You didn’t. But you were too slow to stop me."

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed your amusement. "You’re insufferable."

"And yet, you keep hanging around me. Wonder why that is?"

You took a slow sip of your coffee, savoring the rich taste before shrugging. "Maybe I enjoy the challenge of putting up with you."

"Or maybe," Chase leaned forward slightly, a knowing glint in his eyes, "you just like me."

Your lips parted slightly in protest, but no words came. The way he looked at you teasing, but undeniably sincere, made your heart flutter in a way you weren’t ready to admit. You tried to mask the feeling with an exaggerated sigh. "I tolerate you at best."

Chase chuckled. "Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that."

For a while, you just sat there, sipping your coffee, falling into easy conversation. It was one of those moments where time didn’t feel so rushed, where the exhaustion of the hospital melted away for just a little while.

And then, somewhere between a joke about House’s latest madness and Chase’s terrible attempt at an American accent, he reached across the table, fingers brushing lightly over yours. It was barely a touch, fleeting, but it sent a quiet thrill up your spine.

Your eyes met his, and for once, he wasn’t smirking. He was just looking at you, really looking at you, as if waiting for you to say something, do something.

So you did.

Slowly, tentatively, you turned your hand over so your palm met his. He didn’t pull away, didn’t tease. Instead, he squeezed your fingers, his thumb tracing small circles against your skin in a way that felt comforting and natural.

"See?" he murmured, voice just above a whisper. "Told you you liked me."

You huffed a quiet laugh, feeling your cheeks warm. "Shut up and drink your coffee, Chase."

But before he could lift his cup, you leaned forward, just slightly, and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. It was brief, barely more than a brush of lips, but the effect was instant. His breath hitched, and when you pulled back, his smirk had melted into something softer, something almost dazed.

Chase blinked once, twice, then grinned. "Okay, you definitely like me."

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling as you took another sip of your coffee. "Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head."

He laughed, and this time, he was the one who leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. "Too late."

[multi-fandom-imagine]

May I please request slow dancing in the living room with Robert Chase? 😍

A/n: He's a pretty boy.

"Just one little dance?" Chase wiggled his eyebrows at you.

A snort escaped your lips, your arms crossed over your chest looking up at your husband. "Chase, we just got back from dinner...I'm in a pair of sweats...I'm not exactly in dancing attire."

Chase scoffed as he grasped your hand pulling you from the couch as he wraps his arms around your waist. A soft hum leaving his lips as he held you close to his chest. Soft music played from the stereo as you two swayed.

A kiss to your temple, his hand's gliding down your back. "You're beautiful in anything you wear love, is the sexiest thing." He muttered.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you pressed your face into his chest nuzzling into him. "I knew I married you for a reason Robert Chase."

"And I am happy you did Mrs Y/n Chase."

[audiovideodisco]

hii

could you please do a chase x house!daughter (also a doctor) fic where chase meets her for the first time and dr wombat falls head over heels for her (followed by australian pining, much to the amusement of the team)?

thank you so much!

Hello!!!! thank you for the req!!

sorry i took a while, ive been a bit busy with my masters degree and ngl i forgot how exhausting uni is when ur ill, but this was a nice break ❤️❤️

i hope you like it!!

Worshipping the bloodline.

When Foreman hires a new doctor, things go a little bit sideways, and very down under. Who is she?

cw: mild language, house being house, one unintentional uncomfortable joke by taub, australians

word count: 964

requested: yes

relationship: chase x house’s daughter!reader

characteristics: doctor reader, she/her reader, no other descriptors

•••

“Dr. Veltz will be joining later this afternoon. Play nice.” Foreman said, directing his last words at House. He didn’t react much outwardly, but sent Foreman a cheeky eyebrow raise, which in turn made him roll his eyes and walk out the glass office door with a rhythmic thud of his new dress shoes on the hospital flooring.

“Who’s Dr-“ Chase started, soon cut off by House, not to anyone’s surprise.

“She’s… I don’t know. Ask Foreman. I didn’t hire her.”

“You didn’t?”

“Officially, I did. Unofficially? I don’t want anyone else on my team, wait, no, I officially don’t want anyone on my team either… You get the point.”

Chase looked at Dr. Park across from him, as if searching for information, but she just shrugged and began rambling about the case file ahead of her, and House gladly took the opportunity to steer the conversation away.

As the day wore on, the team almost forgot about the mystery Dr. Veltz, until she turned up at House’s office door.

“Hi, I’m-“

“Yeah, Veltz, I know-“

“Could we, um, talk, before I start? Uh… in private?”

House looked at her pensively but eventually nodded and took her to his office, shutting the door.

Chase couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the woman that had just walked into the room, rather unsubtly staring at her through the glass walls. She wasn’t his usual type, but she really was magical…

“HEY! AUSSIE!” Chi practically barked at Chase as she slammed her hand on the table, just about bringing him back to the differential office.

“W-woah- what?”

“You were staring. Like, directly at Veltz.” Taub said, not sure how aware Chase actually was of his actions.

“What? I wasn’t-“

“Yeah, you kinda were, she is very pretty, I don’t blame you…” Adams said, a little bit of amusement still lingering on her face, but her compliment to Veltz was genuine.

Chas put his head in his hands as he felt himself go read with embarrassment. Meanwhile, Veltz and House spoke in his office, trying to ignore the shenanigans in the other room.

“Don’t mind him. He’s just… well… Australian and Catholic.”

Veltz laughs softly at his teasing but isn’t able to hide her nerves.

“What is it. You’re practically vibrating.”

“Uh… I pushed for this job so that I’d get the chance to actually talk to you about something-“

“You’re not a patient are you-“

“No- no… nothing like that, I genuinely want this job, but I think you have a right to know about… well incase you don’t want me to work with you because of it-“

“Get on with it-“

“I’m your daughter.”

House’s face went quickly through all five stages of grief except acceptance.

“That’s ridiculous, I’ve never gotten anyone-“

“My mom… I took her legal surname, but you met her as a sex worker in medical school. Leonie Lane.”

His face flashed with recognition. Why the hell did he think he was able to defy nature back then… in med school of all places? Condoms, House… although, maybe this wasn’t a bad thing. She was clearly incredibly capable or she wouldn’t have even gotten this far.

“She… um… she never told me.”

“She knew you didn’t sign up for that, and said it was as much her fault as yours. She wanted me, and I’m the one who asked about your name.”

“My name?”

“Yeah. She told me my dad was a doctor who saved lives, but she didn’t pretend that something happened to you or anything, she told me the truth, and I had a lovely supportive family in others too. But I asked if she knew your name, I wanted to meet you. You’re the reason I became a doctor.”

“Wow. Um. It might sound horrible, but can we do a DNA test? I just-“

“Of course, that’s not horrible, that’s completely reasonable.”

He nodded solemnly.

“Alright, uh, let’s go back to the case for now, we can catch up more later…”

“Alright, cool.”

They go back to the room, hearing the other doctors bickering, which ceases as soon as they enter.

The weeks go on as normal, and House and Veltz find out that she is his daughter. It’s a bit confusing for them both to navigate, but it gets a little easier. Park, Taub and Adams notice his slight - very slight - favouritism towards Veltz, and Taub can’t help himself but make a remark about it. It’s a particularly bad pain day for House, so he’s even worse at masking his preference towards her, and his words are practically entirely unfiltered…

“Veltz has sauntered in and captured House’s heart, almost like he’s got the hots-“

“Don’t you DARE insinuate that about my dau-“ He caught his slip up, but it was too late. Veltz mouthed to him, knowing he felt guilty for her sake, not his,

“It’s alright.”

“Wait, does this mean that Chase has a crush on House’s kid?” Park says out loud before her brain stops her.

“Kid? I’m- wait… what?” Veltz turns to look at chase, who by this point is burning bright red, and had averted his gaze.

“Oh jeez.” Chase mutters.

“Okay. Let’s move on so our patient doesn’t die of SEPSIS before with untangle whatever the hell is going on here.” Everyone nods, looking back at the whiteboard.

As the case comes to a close, Veltz hands Chase the test results to file away, and a small slip of paper sat on the top. He had given up at this point, not thinking anything of it, but when he unfolded the slip, seeing her distinct handwriting…

Call me. (555)555 555.

he couldn’t help but smile widely, almost like a child, blushing furiously and stuffing the paper in his trouser pocket, calling her that very night.

[heyitstam]

dr. robert chase x reader - the chase itself (smut)

hi guys :D i know i haven't posted in a while, but i recently asked a VERY good friend of mine to cook me a fanfic of this very beautiful man, and HE DELIVERED. like all out jaws on the floor type delivered. so i'm posting it here with his permission. it's his first fanfic ever, and in my humble professional opinion he overdelivered - so have fun reading this beautiful smut fic of reader and dr. chase <3

I. Humble Beginnings

Taking place in Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, New Jersey, you are a fairly new nurse who pursued a medical career in quite a common way. The way being that it was more so your parents’ wish for you to go to medical school than your own, but you don’t necessarily hate that fact; at least it gave you a direction, so to speak.

It’s early in the morning, so there’s not a whole lot going on. You went around doing your usual checkups already and what not, therefore you decide to go on your well deserved coffee break. However, right as you are are on that, and you step out of the cubicle you are in, you glance over to an unfamiliar face through an operating room.

Some would call it love at first sight, but it really is more than that. It’s the kind of tingly sensation no one could forget. It’s almost shameful, but you can’t be bothered by that feeling right now. As if you physically couldn’t take your eyes off of them, you lose all sense of purpose, standing there, unable to think. Suddenly, someone bumps into you, which wakes you up from your total amusement. You feel the need to know more, so as you squint your eyes, you can read their name off of the shirt they are wearing.

“Dr. Robert Chase..?  I need to.. have a talk with him. I just need to.” – you think to yourself, ponderingly.

You go back to working with a saturated mind, unable to concentrate.

II. The Chase Itself

As days go by, you’re quite hesitant to reach out to him, but you seriously feel the need to. Why is that, really, you ask yourself. You ache to even have a talk with him at this point, but you long for more. Way more. You can’t think of anything else.

After contemplating for a good while, you decide to ask around to know what time he gets off from work, since you want to surprise him at the last minute. That’s the only way you see that you could have a one-on-one with him anytime soon.

With that out the way, you now know everything you needed to know. The only thing that divides you from your desire is to actually act up on it, so you gather all your courage. You look at the time, and you’re actually pretty shocked how caught up you were thinking about him. If you don’t hurry then you’re going to miss him that day entirely, so you start sprinting.

You notice him as he is turning around the corner, all dressed up, ready to leave, and you stumble right into him.

“I need to tell you something inside, it’s.. it’s important, alright. And it might just take a while” – you tell him, struggling with your words. “Great. I was just about to leave, you know. Whatever, show me, I don’t have much time for this. Is it really that important?” – he answers abruptly, being quite impatient.

You suddenly catch a rush of excitement. This is all that you were planning for the past few days or so, to get close to him, and it looks like you’re on track.

III. An Uneasy Start

Chase swings open the door of the office he’s just been in, ushering you in and closing the door behind him, since there’s quite the commotion even late into the night, it’s a hospital after all. It’s dark inside, the only light sources being a dim lamp he accidentally left on and the Moon seeping through the closed blinds faintly. The room has a surgical bed, a cabinet behind it with all kinds of training supplies, a desk with an office chair and a hanger stand. He puts his white coat on the stand, then undoes his tie, putting it into his pants pocket in a really apathetic way, with most of it hanging out.

Seemingly being quite contempt with the situation, he sits down onto the office chair, facing you, and he seriously doesn’t look like he wants to be there.

As a last effort at trying to ease up the situation, you grab the glass of water that is sitting on the desk and you splash it at him, in a playful way.  Not surprisingly, this backfires, since he doesn’t seem too happy about, not in the slightest. He stands up from his desk and goes on to wipe off his shirt to make it slightly less messy, all without even muttering a word. You do feel pretty stupid for that.

With another attempt at getting his attention, you arousingly start to cut the strings off of a few upper buttons on your blouse with a surgical knife, as he turns back to you, giving him a snarky look.

“Was that really necessary? What was so important about any of this? Can we get to the damn point?” – he asks you with a loss of temper. “I might have lied about that important thing.” – you answer him not so bravely.

He's visibly frustrated at you, and with a change of demeanor, he stands up and is now closing distance between you in a rush, as you are backing up. He halts as he catches up to you, towering over you.

With both hands on your shoulders, clenching them hard, he asks you, in an almost belittling tone: “Is this what you wanted? “ “I don’t know, is it?” – you answer him in a pretty similar way.

Like the kind of tease you tend to be, you start gliding around your fingertip on his chest, which he.. seems to enjoy, and lets you do for a short while, for then to push you to the nearest wall.

IV. Lust

Fueled by lust, you immediately grab his chin and assertively start kissing him, which absolutely catches him off-guard. In reaction to the advancement on him, he forces your body onto his as he caresses your back. After this goes on for a bit, he grabs you by the thighs, lifts you up and tosses you onto the surgical table.

With your arms behind you, you’re sitting halfway up as your legs are pulled up. You lock eyes while he is still holding you by your thighs. He leans over, drags you closer and is now standing between your legs.

You clumsily unbutton Robert’s shirt, one by one. In contrast, he carelessly tears off a few more of your buttons, making the blouse slide off your shoulders, which then falls onto your lap, flustering you in the process.

He then puts a hand on your lower abdomen, which feels surprisingly soft, even though his hands are quite firm. Most notably, it’s warm. So warm in fact, you feel like you could melt into him, and you are all about that feeling. Starting from your thighs, continuing to your hips, he brushes his both his hands across all the way up to your chest in a painstakingly soft and throughout way, but at the same it’s quite the calm moment.

An intrigued nervousness starts to pile in you as he suddenly starts to unbuckle his belt, which was undoubtedly the loudest noise in the room so far. In the meantime, like the obedient girl you feel like you are, with each rattle, you can't wait to obey. As if you were a household maid, you’re more than ready to satisfy the head of the house, as if he shook a bell around.

He tosses aside his pants and boxers and you feel like you can’t catch up with your heavy heartbeats as he rests his rigid cock on your stomach. It all just feels so sudden, and it’s starting to grow on you in a pleasurable way. He goes onto removing your bra, while you’re simultaneously stroking him slowly and briefly, before he goes down on you again.

You can feel it throb against you, and it’s just as, if not hotter than his hand is, which he has below your stomach again. He needily grinds against you over and over, lifting your skirt up with it every time, and rubbing against your inner thighs.

He doesn’t wait around before removing your panties, which are drenched by this point, and neither does he wait to penetrate you, as he is inside you now.

“Maybe I did need this.. “ - you hear him talk out loud quietly.

At once, as he is slowly, but forcefully thrusting into you, you see him pulling out the tie out his pocket, which he puts around your neck now, instead of his own.

It’s tightened real well, and he’s gripping it by the base, close to your neck. In the meantime he’s constantly pulling on it upwards, as it’s digging into the back of your neck, scraping your chin against it’s band, making your head tilt backwards considerably. With every moan you make, he tightens more on it, leaving your neck all bruised up. As he is fucking you, you’re nails deep in the sheets. You can’t help yourself but feel pleasured.

As he’s starting to get rougher on you, you begin to develop second thoughts and try to resist him, but as you’re doing that, he immediately tugs you closer, rendering your attempt futile. As you look at him, he seems to be way too into this, as his eyes lose all focus and glare, and you can only watch as his control over himself fades, railing you without a care in the world. This creates even more neediness in you, as you cross your legs behind his back, clinging onto him.

You can barely even keep your eyes on him, and you’re not even resisting his pull on your neck anymore, so you fully commit into tilting you head back in joy. All this sexual fulfillment demands you to do so, as you are slipping out of control more by the second. You feel like you could finish at any time, and as he’s also getting close, he’s painfully grazing your stiff walls more and more, with your moans sounding pitifully more helpless.

Ejaculating with a quiet grunt, he blasts the majority into you, leaving two strings across all the way up your body, all for you to feel ecstatic about. You really do feel like you owned up to it with your services, as if it was his way of rewarding you. Not to forget about you, he pushes you over the edge too, as you’re desperately gripping his shoulders. No matter you could barely take a break after your climax, he leans closer over your stimulation filled shivering body, and goes for a deep passionate kiss. Not even bothered by the fact you are still desperately panting and gasping for air along with him.

V. Not So Aftercare

After standing up from the bed, he comfortably hugs you by your hips, to which you endearingly put your hands onto his. After romantically rocking you slightly around with his hug, he leaves his hands off of you to start dressing up. It’s getting quite late.

As he is about to button back his shirt, he looks at you still standing there, still looking a bit shocked from everything that happened so far. Deciding to help out, he steps besides you, getting your bra back from your bed, and putting it on you. He’s slowly buckling the back together, and you are simply just unable to look him in the eyes, since you're becoming increasingly shy in a sudden way, blushing like you never have before.

"You.. didn't have to, you know.." - you tell him in a higher pitch voice.

You really enjoy his care, it does fill you with joy. Then you reach out for your panties, but as you are pulling them up, he slides his hands under yours, taking the lead again, which surprises you even more. You are so overwhelmed with emotions at this point, you shake right into his hand as he pulls it all the way up, giving you a slight friendly chuckle, and blowing you a kiss right above the lining of your briefs, gaining him an immediate gasp from you. You're truly mesmerized by him.

He continues dressing himself, and as you calm down, you rush into his arms, facing his chest. He caresses and pets your face and head with one arm, for him to go onto groping your ass, and going down to your thighs. His hand lifts your skirt away from time to time, letting colder air in. After he finishes clothing up, he swings you to his other side and pushes you right to the desk.

“I need more of you. I need to feel you in more ways.” – he tells you with a shaky voice.

You almost even stumble, and with an utterly scared look on your face, you glance at him. Without precaution, he pushes you down onto the floor. You look down onto your legs. Your knees are together and your feet are far apart, completely side-tracking you. You even put your hands on your knees in a cute way, but as you lift your head, his cock gets into view, poking through his pants fly, which takes you aback.

Your first and immediate reaction is to press your lips all around him, kissing and licking his shaft as it pumps against your mouth. After growing tired and wanting more, he puts his thumb in your mouth, and with a few fingers latching onto your chin, he pushes downwards on your jaw. With closed eyes, you stick out your tongue, waiting for him to enter. He lets go off of his fingers from your face, following up with exactly what you expected. It feels way bigger than what you anticipated, leaving your mouth sore in the first minute, already. He’s being frantic with you, mouth fucking you without relent. You’re huffing for air as you whimper, but you aren’t getting any. You start to sob as he goes deeper down your throat. As you move your tongue in a swing like motion, from side to side, you circle the bottom of his shaft as he shoves himself in an out. You soak his cock with your saliva, blending with his precum. No matter how much of it you gulp down, It’s flowing out your mouth.

Resting his elbows and head above you on the desk, he looks down at the top of your head, as you suck him off. From the table, as he rocks you around, all kinds of documents fly off. Not that he cares, really.

Without even telling, he comes into your mouth, throbbing against your lips. You stomach it all as you look up to him, initiating eye contact, and smiling. After spewing out his cock, you grab it by the base and gently rub it off with a napkin. He pulls his zipper up, and kneels down. He parts your hair slightly and greets your forehead with a last smooch.

Looking back at you for the final time, he waves at you, winks in a mocking, yet sweet way and leaves though the door. You can only wish to meet soon in a similar fashion.

VI. Reflection

You’re at a loss of thoughts. He’s been so careful, yet so careless with you at the same time, and that’s just messing with your brain right now, so you lean your head against the desk, you close your eyes and give into the bliss once again.

Even after he left, you’re sitting in the dark, in the same position he left you in, with his tie still around your neck. You feel embarrassed, but you can’t help yourself as you take in the scent of his tie, pleasuring yourself through your clothes, while thinking about him. He has a hold on you, and you know that well.

[hotchnerwrites]

Holy Ground

Pairing: Robert Chase x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: SFW, submissive & pathetic Chase, religious references, a lot of catholic guilt, corruption k1nk, rope restraints

A/N: Hello, hello, it's been a while. This one is written for my dear friend @ineffablestardust . Hope you all enjoy it!! There will be a part two soon, that will be nsfw 👀 Keep an eye out for that :)

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

My requests are open, send me stuff!

Chase’s mind was in disorder. 

His arms were restrained behind his back with thick, black ropes, the rough strands cutting into his wrists as he knelt on a cold, hard floor. Yet he felt no pain. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face and down against his neck. The position he was in felt strangely familiar, though it had never been voluntary before. When he was young, his mother had always insisted that he kneel in the pews of their church during prayer, hands clasped tight, and head bowed in reverence. But that had been an act of devotion. 

This? This wasn’t devotion. 

This wasn’t even a prayer. No, this was punishment.

For wanting you. For letting his body betray his mind. Years of mental resilience broken down by just the scent of your skin. By the sound of your laugh. By the look in your eyes. 

His chest rose and fell erratically, breaths falling in shallow gasps. A dull throb registered in the back of his mind from kneeling, but it was nothing compared to the twisting, gnawing sensation in his gut. Thick ropes of guilt coiled in his abdomen, spreading through his veins like venom. Chase had learned these feelings a lifetime ago— classic Catholic guilt instilled in him from the day he started speaking. Drilled into his mind repeatedly every Sunday. Whispered into his ears by his mother at night. Burned into his soul by the priests to whom he had confessed every sin so they could scrub him clean. 

Thou shalt not commit adultery.

The commandant pulsed in his mind like a sickening drumbeat. The stillness of the room only amplified the wild rush of his thoughts. A lock of hair fell over his face, damp with sweat. The strands stuck to his skin, but he dared not move it out of the way. Instead, his eyes flickered over to you. 

There you sat on the edge of the bed. Head cocked to one side, watching him like a hawk. There was amusement in your eyes, but your gaze was predatory as it fell on him, like a lion sizing up its prey. And he was your prey, wasn’t he?

Even from the floor, Chase could feel it in every fibre of his being. That pull, the magnetic force that he couldn’t escape since the day he met you. Restrained as he was, his body struggled to be closer to you. 

Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.

Chase yearned for your touch, your proximity. But he also hated himself for it, for the weakness he felt, and how every instinct he had screamed at him to break free of the ropes and do whatever it took to feel you. Every part of him wanted to give in to embrace the temptation. And you were giving it to him like a sweet poison. 

“You’re so tense, Chase,” you said, voice soft but laced with a power that kept him on his knees. “I can see you fighting, honey, but you don’t have to. Just… let go.”

His heart hammered in his chest as your hand reached out, brushing the side of his face with a tenderness that made his stomach tighten. It was a simple touch, but it felt like a branding iron.

"Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to finally understand what you are?" you whispered, moving in closer. His body tensed even more as you leaned down to whisper in his ear, your breath hot against his skin. "I’ve watched you struggle, Chase. I’ve watched you pretend to be a good little boy, so controlled, so... obedient.”

The word lingered in his mind—obedient. Was that how he had always been? Always following the rules, the commands, the rituals that kept him locked in a cage of guilt? He had spent his life by the book—never questioning, never challenging. His entire existence was governed by the comfort of obedience. He had never made a choice, professional or personal, that wasn’t dictated by a rule or ritual. He had learned to find a certain luxury in this. But now, kneeling here in front of you, it felt as if everything he knew was unravelling.

The rhythmic clicking of your heels as you circled him was hypnotic. The walls seemed to be closing in with every step, the air thick with tension. 

“You don’t have to pretend anymore,” your voice cut through the haze settling over his thoughts. Your fingers ghosted down the side of his neck, tracing the line of his jaw, and he couldn't help but shiver.

His lips parted, but no words came out. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move. He could only feel. And what he felt was... need. A raw, primal need.

“I know what you want, Chase,” you whisper in his ear.

He wanted to pray. He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. He wanted to scream. But there was no voice left in him, only the swirling hunger taking over every sense of his, impossible to ignore.

“You want to feel free.”

It felt like a question, but it wasn’t. You both knew the answer, even though Chase wanted to deny it all. The relief he had once found in submission, in following the rules, now felt suffocating. He had been conditioned to stay in line but he had nothing left to anchor him to the shore. He felt paralysed by the weight of the choice he now faced.

Chase could feel the warmth of your breath against his lips now. “Say it,” you beg, the words like honey. 

He wasn’t sure when it happened. Was it when you placed a hand on his chest, the heat of your touch searing through his clothes? Or was it when you repeated your command, voice solicitous yet soft?

“Yes.”

The words escaped him like a confession. 

What had he just done?

This wasn’t him. This wasn’t the man who had always obeyed, who had always followed the rules. This was something else. Something reckless.

His breath hitched in his throat as the gravity of his choice settled over him. He had never made a decision like this before. He had never chosen for himself. But now there was no going back. The relief was almost immediate, unexpected—a flood of release he hadn’t known he was craving.

It wasn’t just about the act, the surrender. It was about the permission he had just given himself. 

Chase’s voice cracked as he spoke again. His actions were automatic, even reflexive— a prayer ingrained into his bones. 

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

But this time, there would be no priest to forgive him, no ritual to cleanse him. And for the first time in his life, Robert Chase did not want absolution.

Chase slowly lifted his head, blonde strands shrouding his vision. His eyes fell at your feet and slowly made their way up the length of your body. When he finally met your gaze, you were smiling.

Not a sweet, comforting smile, but a cruel and knowing one. A smile that told him that he had just sealed his fate.

And for a crystal clear moment, Chase realised he was feeling something he hadn’t in years— relief.

It wasn’t salvation. It wasn’t peace. But it was freedom.

And that was something he hadn’t known he needed until now.

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pt. 2

[blue-sky336]

You asked for ideas I am here to deliver what was in my mind <3

reader is also a doctor or a nurse at the hospital but none of house's team know that reader is dating him and wilson (only cuddy knows of that the three of them are a thing)

Person A in the team sees reader and wilson being suspiciously close

Person B sees reader and house

both think house and Wilson are cheating and reader is a homewrecker except for Person C who saw same things as both person A and B and they think reader is unaware of house and wilson dating

So they're all trying to figure out how to confront you (silly shenanigans)(choose whoever you want for the team)(all of them are so smart and so stupid /j)(house is aware of what's going on and says nothing)(cuddy is surprised how they get anything done when they're so focused on snooping around)(reader and wilson have no idea)

OR good old surprise visit at job from reader, where reader works somewhere else but they get into an accident (they look awful, but somehow only got like a minor injury nothing serious) and get transported to their boyfriends' hospital for a check up (I keep forgetting it's stupid name) and after being discharged they go to house's office to see their boyfriends with a stupid smile on their face still covered in blood and dirt like "hiiiii :D" (they give them a small heart attack cuz they look like they just dug out from a grave but it's okay they're fine)

Also yayyy taglist

Summary: House's little ducklings aren't entirely sure what your relationship with House and Wilson are. Characters/pairings: Hilson x reader, House x reader, Wilson x reader, House x Wilson Warnings: suspected infidelity, the ducklings are so smart, yet so fucking stupid, House deserves his own warning, mention that reader wears lip tint however overall gender neutral :)) Word Count: maybe 1k ish?? A/n: HELLO I ASKED AND YOU DELIVERED (I'm literally so excited, like wagging my tail, jumping up and down!!!!). I'm gonna get to that other idea as soon as possible to cause I love them both sm 🙏🙏 I took a tiny bit of creative liberties with how each person finds the situation since I got a little confused 😭 AND I TRIED TO KEEP THIS AS GENDER NEUTRAL AS POSSIBLE FOR YOU!!! I'll have male readers coming soon!!!

It all started on a random Friday afternoon. Between checking up on your last few patients and finally clocking out of the nurse's station, the warm hand of a certain oncologist found its way to the small of your back.

"Done for the day?" A whisper brushed across your ear, a small smile gracing your face as you finally turned to look at the brunette behind you. Wilson always saw through your brave facade, often being your rock in times of need. He was much better at comfort than House was, and maybe that was part of the reason you were so drawn to him to begin with.

"Mhm.." You hummed in response, nodding your head ever so slightly. After a twelve hour day shift, dealing with multiple vomiting patients and a rude old man, there was nothing more that you needed than the gentle touch of your lover. "Drive me home?" A mischievous glint flickered through your eyes, a tell-tale sign of your need for the other. His eyes widened and cheeks flushed a gentle pink. "Oh.. oH—" Wilson grinned, "Yes— of course, lovey.." His fingers snaked up, squeezing your waist.

Instinctively leaning into his touch, your hand brushed against the collar of his white shirt, fixing the small crease. He tensed under your touch, an obvious tension between the two.

"I missed you.." you whispered, leaning in just enough for your lips to brush against his collar. The peach lip tint transferred onto his colour, staining the fabric with an almost perfect image of your lips. It did nothing to help his hands tightening around your waist. "Really?" Wilson hummed, dipping his head to lean his forehead against yours.

Little did the couple know of the neurologist and immunologist watching them from afar.

Not many knew of the relationship you two shared. Albeit, Cuddy, the other nurses at your station and, of course, your other grumpy boyfriend, House, knew, but that was the extent of it. It wasn't something you planned on flaunting around. It wasn't anyone's business what the three of you did behind closed doors, so long as it didn't interrupt your work it was deemed rightful. Perhaps that was why two of Houses' little ducklings stood just around the corner, peeking around as if they were some teenage detectives finding an important piece to their case.

This wasn't the first time Cameron and Foreman had seen you awfully close to Wilson, however this was the first time they had seen the two interact romantically. They shared an awkward look; a silent conversation wondering if they were truly witnessing the same things. This also wasn't the first time Cameron had seen you so close to one for the doctors that she worked with.

Not even a week ago she found you in the head of diagnostic's embrace, your head buried in the crook of his neck and lips just brushing against his collarbone. You seem to fit as perfectly as a completed puzzle. It left the poor brunette so confused, especially when she had assumed that no one else could ever reach beneath the man's cold exterior. Yet, here you were, gentle and forgiving as your hand trailed under his back, nails scratching his skin in a comforting manner. Everything that she wished she could be for him had blossomed within you.

Foreman was the first to speak. "Wilson knows he's dating House.. right?" It came out a little amused, although mainly shocked. Who would ever think that James Wilson would cheat on his boyfriend? Cameron's eyes widened, the shock never leaving her face. Surely this wasn't right, they had to have been seeing this out of context!

Except... you kissed him.

You were the one to initiate.

It left them both bewildered, with Foreman assuming that you knew nothing and poor Cameron assuming that you were taking advantage of the two doctors and knowingly leading them on.

Not too far from where the two ducklings were hiding, stood Chase. He had witnessed the scene before them and it hardly phased him one bit. He certainly didn't think it was right, but who was he to get in between the gritty cracks of his boss's relationship? It wasn't his style, not when they were all typically on thin ice.

It had been a week of seeing your casual flirting with the two, yet no one had seen you together. Cuddy had noticed almost immediately the discourse that ensued between House's employees, cursing silently as the wreaked havoc attempting to confront you on your home wrecking infidelity. You barely noticed. Being a nurse was hard work and left you constantly on your feet, leaving you utterly exhausted and susceptible to coercion from the ducklings.

The next day rolled around rather quickly. Foreman, Chase and Cameron all seemed to stick around you whether you liked it or not. Noticing your exhaustion, Chase (who was somehow now roped into the situation) had convinced you to draw blood for their patient, claiming that his veins were blown, yet when you walked in and did it with ease, the door locked behind you.

Confusion etched across your face, your head snapping up as you placed the pass vial of drawn blood in its little metallic tray. "What's this for?" You managed to speak up through a yawn, not necessarily threatened by the three. You knew of your antics, as anyone did. It was rather well known in your department what House was like and there was no doubt that his ducklings were beginning to pick up on those habits.

"How are you so casual?" Cameron was the first to speak after you, "You're ruining their relationship! You're quite literally getting in between them—" she was cut off.

"Cameron! They might not know.." Foreman butted in, although the look on his face wasn't hopeful as his eyes fell on you. Chase however, was just as wide eyed as he usually was. "Look, we're not here to accuse you of cheating or breaking them up, we're just asking for you to leave House and Wilson alone," he began, "We're finally getting a break from House, if he finds out Wilson is cheating on him, then it will ruin him and we'll be the ones getting punished."

His reason was sound. It didn't make sense why you were beginning to smile, let alone cackling like a hyena.

"What?" You stammered over your words momentarily, one hand on the patient's rolling table before you doubled over and continued to laugh. It caught the attention of the nurses and doctors outside. However one doctor in particular looked more satisfied than any other. House was watching the whole interaction from outside, flagging Wilson down in the hall and gesturing for him to watch. The poor brunette looked mortified as he watched the situation play out.

Did people really think they were cheating?

You shook your head. "I'm not cheating or home wrecking with anyone—"

"But—" Cameron tried to intervene, yet this time you were the one to cut her off.

"Yes, I kiss Wilson, and yes, I kiss House. That's what people in a relationship do." Your words weren't harsh, just full of blatant amusement. Your laughing had turned into a soft chuckle. "It's none of your business what we do in our relationship, which is why we never told anyone."

Their poor look of shock and shame simply made you shake your head, your eye catching on the two men watching. "Now, if you'll excuse me. My boyfriends are waiting for me in the hallway to go home." You excuse yourself, sliding the glass door open after unlocking it and immediately walking to your lover's. Seeing House's amused look only caused you to shake your head.

"He knew the whole time, didn't he?" Wilson pointed out with that slight shocked yet perplexed look he wore whenever House did something outlandish. You simply nodded, taking their free hands and tugging them away.

"We're stopping by Cuddy's office. She owes me twenty," House announced, only to hear yours and Wilson's sigh of defeat. Of course he'd bet on their relationship.

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[sweetttsummer]

the three times you’re called chase’s wife (+ the one time it’s true) 

dr. robert chase x fem!reader 

summary: i fear the title says it all. three times you’re called chase’s wife and the one time its true!

this is connected to my one shot here! but can be read as a standalone (i think?) !!!!

wc: 4.1k

tw: actually…none? this is lowkey just fluff 

author’s note: my last chase fic was so well received and the house md fandom as just been so nice and welcoming... i felt the urge to give yall some more. i feel like i could make a whole universe within this world so :p there are a few plot points i could make one shots within this one like the cave marriage, the convo they have in the second part, so many let me know what yall would like best! (not beta read as usual)

have a request? ask away! 

The first time it happened, neither you or Chase had been particular keen on correcting the doctor. Chase had already been a bit a problem, forcing Dr. Lovell to give you a check up in the first place. It had been at least a year since you had any sort of flare up with your GBS, a year and a half since you were first diagnosed, first reconnected with Robert Chase. 

Really, the first few months were the hardest, and sometimes it felt like Chase was still living in those months. So when he let you know he had gotten an appointment with an important neuromuscular neurologist and he pressed a quick kiss onto the top of your head you deiced to indulge him. 

Now you both sat in the separate waiting room,  you humming a little under your breath as you glanced around the space. Chase had settled in the chair for about 10 seconds before he started to chew on his thumb nail. You weren’t exactly sure why Chase had been working himself into a fit about your health lately, but chalked it up to the fact that the anniversary of your diagnosis had passed with no real fuss. You spent the weekend excited to celebrate the anniversary you truly cared about, your first full year with Chase. 

It had been incredible, at least after you finally found yourself back at full health. The first three months Chase had hovered a little, used all his vacation days to come to your doctors appointments, helped you with simple tasks like putting on your shoes, learned to cook your favorite soup and tried to make you eat it every other day, (“Really Robert, you’re a doctor, you know soup isn’t actually a medical solution, right?” you had joked as you ate another bowl for dinner “Its January in New Jersey and you have a weak immune system still, I just want to keep you warm,” his response had you eating soup well into May). 

You pulled Chase’s hand from his mouth and laced your fingers together, giving his hand a small squeeze to catch his attention. His gaze immediately turned to you, the obvious concern laced within it. You pressed a kiss against the back of his hand before you spoke. 

“What are you worried about? I’ve been in recovery for longer than I was sick, I told you I’d mention if something felt wrong. The only reason this Doctor is even entertaining this is because who you work for,” 

“Actually, it’s because who my father was,” Robert squeezed your hand three times before letting out a small sigh, “Cameron told me that GBS can reoccur in 2-3% of cases, and you’ve never been good at taking care of yourself,” 

“Well that’s why you’ve been taking care of me, and you’re great at it,” You joked a little before realizing what he said earlier, “Did you name drop your dead father for this appointment?” 

Robert shrugged a little at your question, “Thought maybe he’d finally give us something good,” 

You went to argue against it hating the idea that you’d owe his father anything when the door to the room swung open revealing Dr. Lovell. 

“Sorry about that, just wanted to double check everything,” Dr. Lovell shut the door behind herself and stood in front of you guys. 

You felt a tight squeeze against your hand again and couldn’t help but hum back a small confirmation that you felt it. 

“Well (Y/N),” Dr. Lovell paused, “You are perfectly healthy for a women your age, at least from my standpoint, all the tests came back as they should, you haven’t complained about any weird muscle pains, or headaches, you seem in my medical opinion, completely healthy.” 

You nodded a little as she spoke, none of it shocked you, you knew you were healthy, felt good, so instead you simply turned to look at Robert, “See, told you, nothing to worry about,”  teasing tone obvious. 

“Your wife is right, Dr. Chase,” Dr. Lovell couldn’t help but have a small smirk break through the professional tone, “You should trust her,” 

If it had been any other doctor asking for this appointment Dr. Lovell would have found a way to avoid the whole situation, but once one of her nurses had told her it was Rowan Chase’s son and he was part of Dr. House’s team, she bit the bullet and accepted the appointment. 

Robert had opened his mouth to correct Dr. Lovell, tell her that you weren’t married yet, didn’t want to confuse her or made you uncomfortable at the implication but was quickly distracted by you leaning into his side a little jostling him. You didn’t seem phased at all at the title, didn’t even think about correcting the doctor. 

“Yeah you should trust me,” Your tone was barely laced with relief, (sure you knew you were healthy, but now having Chase understand it, does cause a small amount of relief,) “I know I already used one but, how many ‘told you so’s’ does this get me,” You joked and bumped your nose against the side of his cheek. 

Robert leaned into the affection without any real thought happy to feel you close to him at any point, Dr. Lovell couldn’t help but look away the small touches intimate in a strange way. She took a moment to pull out some papers that the nurse will walk you through and nodded a small goodbye to Dr. Chase before she slipped out of the room. 

“You stay that healthy and you can tell me you told me so every day for all I care,” Robert sighed a little at the nuzzle you seemed to lean into once Dr. Lovell slipped out. 

“Sounds like a deal,” You sigh back a little silly in love. 

Chase turns his face without thinking and presses a kiss against your nose, followed by a kiss against your forehead, finally he moves his empty hand and brings you closer for an actual kiss. 

 ___ 

The second time it happens, you’re not even around, and he still jumps at the idea of the word freaking you out. 

Chase hadn’t seen you much in the last two weeks, having been completely engulfed in the case that House had brought the team. It wasn’t a rare occurrence and the first time, he had come home with flowers, tried to cook dinner dead on his feet, looking for anyway to apologize for his absence. He had watched the toll it took on his mother when his father was always away, couldn’t help but imagine you wasting away in his (now your) apartment, learning to spite him for making you love him enough you can’t leave, saved your life so you couldn’t leave when you stop loving him. He had thrown himself into a small spiral on his drive home, not helped by his poorly state. So when you walked into the apartment (having a late night yourself at the law firm), you were shocked to see an exhausted Robert cheeks red from trying to cook, bags starting to development under his eyes and obviously flustered by your sudden appearance. You kicked into action fairly easily, pulled him from the stove forced him into the shower and finished dinner. While he was in the shower you had gotten out of your work clothes, pulled out something comfortable for him and by the time he was out, the apartment was lowly lit, dinner ready and you had cleaned your face in the guest bathroom, cheeks shiny clean and fresh.

 It wasn’t until you forced him into bed, earlier than he was use to, that he realized you had taken care of him, the opposite of what he had set out to have happen. He mumbled an apology and you had pulled him in, letting him rest against your chest and pressed a small kiss against the top of his still slightly damp hair, you made a mental note to ask him why he was sorry in the morning. 

Since then, Chase had done his best to take your advice (“Don’t think about me when you’re working a case, especially if it’s just to make yourself feel bad, that useless to both of us and your patients,”), and it worked well. He didn’t have to feel guilty about being completely engulfed within each case,  didn’t imagine you waiting up for him anymore, (“Robert, I love you, and I promise not to wait up for you unless I want to,”). 

Still, you appeared in places he didn’t even realize, he saw your presence in the strawberry pudding that the nurses passed out once a week, in the shirts he knows you’d like that Cameron wore, in the amount of creamer that Foreman poured into his shitty coffee. Now, he’s seeing you in the worst place, the patient. She shared your hair color, your body type, even the name felt a little close to yours, but he had called you during lunch and now he was ready again. 

The patient had a turn for the worse, now in a medically induced coma, just a few feet away. Chase had let Foreman take the lead, speaking to the husband about the three risky treatments that the team had come to believe would be the best choices. Chase wasn’t listening to the way Foreman was exampling the condition, the treatment, he was wrapped in the diagnosis, disagreeing with both Foreman and Cameron but having no good rebuttal. 

“Are you married Dr. Foreman?” The husband asked when Foreman was finally done explaining, “If this was your wife, laying here, could you make the choice?” 

It was obvious the husband was sick of doctors who weren’t giving real answers yet acted like they knew everything, sick of the idea of a doctor and not a friend. The most important person in his life was on the edge of dying and strangers who, as far as he knew, didn’t care were in charge of helping them. 

Foreman shook his head, “No, I’m not married but-“ 

The husband immediately cut him off, against irritating Foreman, “So when I say to imagine it’s your wife you can’t, not really, neither of you can understand the situation I’m in,” 

Chase heard the annoyed guff Foreman let out under his breath, “Mr. Bryon, I get that-“ Foreman started again 

“No you don’t” 

Foreman clenched his jaw and glanced over to where Chase stood and suddenly unclenched his jaw, “Okay you’re right, I don’t get it, but,” Foreman made eye contact with Chase for just a moment before obviously make a choice, 

“Dr. Chase has been where you are, I might not understand, but his wife and him have been in this position” Foreman stepped back subtly letting Chase finally take the lead, emphasizing the small white lie for Chase to follow.

The husband pulled his eyes from his wife and instead looked at Chase, large eyes obviously looking for someone to have some sort of understanding of the panic, the ice cold fear that had started in his limbs and spread across as his wife got sicker and sicker. 

“Your wife is sick?” 

“Was” Chase corrected without a second thought. It was his own instinct, you weren’t sick anymore he had made sure of that, would keep making sure of that and couldn’t imagine letting the idea of you currently being sick infect his own mind. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” The husband, in his worst situation, assumed the worse. 

Chase immediately shook his head, then  paused and debated using the phrase. My wife. He thought of the way you’ve reacted to the word before the few times you had heard it, how the first time with Dr. Lovell, it was like you didn’t even hear it. He never asked you about it, and you never brought it up. Obviously, he never doubted he wanted to call you his wife since you found each other again, but he had never asked if you wanted to be his wife even in theory. What would you do if you found out he was about to use the phrase out loud? Then he remembered ‘Don’t think about me when you’re working a case, especially if it’s just to make yourself feel bad’. 

In a few seconds, Chase made his decision. He came closer to the husband and reached his hand into the pocket of his slacks. He pulled out his wallet and in the slot that had previously held the only letter he thought you wrote, a photo now resided. You had printed out a few of them to decorate the apartment, and he had stolen this one when he thought you weren’t looking, the smallest print of the two of you on your first vacation. Without a second thought he smiled a little at the photo, neither of you were looking at the camera, instead looking at each other in mid laugh as the self timer on the camera had gone off. He can’t exactly remember what he had said, but he had made you laugh and that was enough to have him laughing. He had loved the photo immediately, proof that he made you happy, and you only printed it out because he insisted. He flipped the photo around so Mr. Bryon could look at it. 

 “Look Mr. Bryon, When my wife was sick, Dr. House and his team were the ones who helped us,” He doesn’t mention the fact that he had found the correct diagnosis, “But, they can’t make the choices of someone who loves her, that’s on you. She picked you to make these choices, it’s hard, but you have to make them. In sickness and in health, right?” 

Chase ignores the way Foreman seems to cross his arms and try to peer over to see if Chase was being sincere, instead focusing back on the photo he was holding this time upside down so Mr. Bryon could keep looking at it, “Feels nearly impossible when it’s someone so important, but you’re the one who knows what she’d pick, you know her the best and she’s trusting you, so you should trust yourself. It can work out fairly well in my experience” Mr. Bryon’s had been staring at it for a moment as he spoke but now that Chase was smiling down at the photo, Mr. Bryon took a second to debate Dr. Chase’s legitimacy.  

Mr. Bryon looked back at his wife on the hospital bed for a long moment before turning back to Dr. Foreman, “Can you walk me through the options once more?” 

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The third time it happens, it’s not Chase or you that are flustered by the phrase. After Chase had come home destroyed by a patient’s death, you had stayed up with him and did whatever you could to comfort him. It was about 3am when he moved his head off your lap on the couch. He was poorly lit by the television playing whatever early morning news the station had switched to. He rubbed his sore eyes a little before looking at you, gaze unwavering, and asked if you see yourselves married at some point. After that, it was easy to see it in the future, something to come eventually. 

Now, Cameron sat at the cafeteria table with Chase as they waited for you to join them for dinner. It wasn’t the first time you had visited Chase at work, but it was the first time Cameron had decided to tag along. She had the chance to get to know you over the years she had worked with Chase at events he had been forced to attend, during quick chats when he forgot something at home and you had to drop it off, late nights after a case when you eventually joined them for a drink. It was weird leaving the team, but after some time away she came to the conclusion she could dislike what happened during her time there and still want to stay friends with the people she had met there, so she invited herself to lunch when she had seen Chase in passing. 

Cameron was munching on a fry while Chase started to complain about the way the patient was acting about treatments they were offering when suddenly he heard your voice approach the table. He looked up to see you chitchatting with a nurse that you had grown to recognize every time you swung by, one that had helped you out when you had your own stay here. 

You waved a little as you approached the table with the nurse, she spoke up before you had the chance, “Ran into your wife in the elevator, sorry I held her up,” 

Chase stood up from the bench seat and smiled a little at the nurse before turning his attention completely on you, “Thanks for keeping her company,” He hummed a little as he watched you lean up towards him for a kiss. 

Cameron furrowed her eyebrows a little at the way you both slide past the nurse calling you his wife. She watched Chase leaned down just a smidge and meet you for a kiss. It was a short kiss, just a peck, not enough to satisfy Chase as was obvious in the way he pulled you a little close his nose coming to the top of your head for a small kiss, 

“It was nice catching up with you!” You spoke to the nurse, completely causal about the way Chase seemed to almost test how close he could pull you before someone started looking at you guys funny, “Wanna join us for lunch?” You asked as you pressed a gentle hand against the hand Chase had resting on your shoulder. 

The nurse shook her head, “Gotta go finish rounds, next time?” 

Once the nurse said her goodbyes you slipped away from Chase’s hold long enough to slide into the booth that Chase was sitting in and holding out your hand to him. Cameron sent you a weak smile as she watched Chase take your hand and slide into the booth, asking for another kiss once he’s settled. You give in without thought. 

“If you got married and didn’t invite me, I will be beyond angry.” Cameron finally spoke up, breaking up the kiss. “Really you guys wouldn’t even really be together if I minded my own business, so if anything, I should be maid of honor, just saying” 

Chase took his hand out of yours once you pulled your lips off of his, “That’s not true,” He deadpanned as he reached his arm over your shoulder and took a carrot off his plate before sliding the plate closer to you. 

You shrugged a little, unsure if it was completely untrue. You eyed the plate of food that Chase grabbed too much of for himself alone and picked up a grape, “Probably not completely untrue honey,” You looked up at Cameron as you chewed the grape and realized she was truly offended. 

“Alison, of course we didn’t get married you would obviously be invited,” You grabbed the fork Chase pushed towards you and you poked around the bowl of salad.

“Well that nurse just called you his wife!” Alison gapped a little.

Chase can’t help but preen a little when the he notices you’re biting back at smile at the sound of the words, you shrug it off, “It’s not a big deal, especially when it’ll happen anyways,” You gather your favorite bits of the salad onto your fork and shovel a small bit into your mouth. 

Cameron looks over at Chase and tries to reason with her eyes for him to confess if you guys did get married, Chase could tell and immediately gave her a deadpan look, “Not married yet,” He confirmed and raised his left hand as if to display the lack of a ring. 

“Yet?” Cameron raised her eyebrow. 

“Yet” you and Chase say together. 

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The fourth time, it’s finally true. He’s fairly sure that’s why House had called him out on it, had picked his words carefully when he walked in perfectly on time into the conference room. 

“How’s the missus, Dr. Chase?” House sat at the end of the table, “Did she take your last name?” 

“The wedding isn’t for another three months,” Park spoke from her spot at the conference table confused, “Didn’t you get the invite?” 

Chase internal groaned a little at how oblivious Park could be when it comes to House’s scheming. 

“So much to learn,” House stood up and hobbled over to where Chase was sitting leaning over his shoulder just a little “Being married and having a wedding are two different things. See to be married, all you need is a witness and an officiant, right Chase?” 

Chase rolled his eyes a little and leaned back in his chair, his hands had been shoved in his pocket since he had sat down, “I get back from vacation and you’re already trying to annoy me? Might be a new record House” 

He had taken a month off, you said you wanted to visit Australia again before you had your wedding, joked and called it a pre wedding honeymoon and he couldn’t resist it when you phrased it like that. It wasn’t in the itinerary to get married, but suddenly you were both in one of the caves you use to hang out in when you were young and the plan seemed to form as you speak, Chase had stepped out for two minutes, made a few calls and suddenly you were both in your fanciest vacation clothes, cold sand between your toes and rings slipped on. You made him swear to keep the official wedding date, this one was just for you two. 

“Would anyone like to talk about the case I brought or?” Dr. Adams huffed a little 

Chase went to reach for the case file with his right hand, House brought his cane up just barely and lightly smacked Chase’s moving right hand, 

“Ouch,” Chase gritted out annoyed and pulled his left hand out of his coat rubbing the back of his right in pain. 

There on his left hand ring finger, a shiny gold ring sat. You had suggested he simply wear it on a chain, or maybe slip it into his wallet when you guys got back home. He had made the decision that he would take it off in the locker room, but the month of wearing it in Australia had made it difficult when he was sitting in the locker room. He took it off for about a minute before he turned around and put it back on. In three months he’d be wearing it for the rest of his life anyways, he couldn’t help but want to get a head start on that. 

“What about the wedding? Wait can you get married here if you’re already married in Australia?” Park started to ramble once she spotted the ring on his finger. Adam has admitted defeat on trying to get her case looked at and furrowed her brow in her own curiosity. 

House hobbled back to his seat and put his feet up against the table before looking back at Chase, 

“So, how’s the wife?” House asked again, smug in a way only Dr. House could manage. 

Chase tried to keep the annoyed feeling in his chest, tried to be pissed that the secret slipped not even an hour into being back, but the wedding ring shone on his finger and he couldn’t help the small smile that settled across his own face. 

“She’s doing great,” He stopped and kept his eyes focused on the hand, wedding ring against the folder he had finally grabbed, “My wife is doing incredible.” 

He twisted the ring a little on his finger, “And she’s keeping her last name,” 

[rulerofstars]

a new year thing

oneshot: this new year’s eve, with no big plans and plenty of quiet moments, something shifts between you and chase. the playful banter gives way to a growing tension, and as midnight approaches, so does the realization that things between you might be changing.

pairing: robert chase x reader

tags: roommates to lovers, slight slowburn, fluff, holiday romance

based on this prompt by @novelbear (tysm i luv ur prompts so much) <3

It was New Year’s Eve, but neither of you had any extravagant plans. After the whirlwind of work in the hospital, you and Chase had barely noticed the date. No party, no fancy countdown, just the two of you—roommates who’d become more like something undefined, and you both were too tired to figure it out.

Instead of celebrating, you ended up on the couch, binge-watching some ridiculous show while your laundry was still piled up on the floor. The air was quiet, interrupted only by the occasional chirp of the smoke alarm that had been mocking you for days now.

You stared at the thing and groaned. “Man, I should probably change the batteries in that smoke alarm. It’s been chirping all week.”

Chase, stretched out lazily beside you, raised an eyebrow, not moving from his comfortable position. “Want me to do it? You can’t reach that thing, you know.”

You shot him a playful glare. “Excuse me? I’m perfectly capable of reaching it—on a good day, maybe with a chair.”

“Right. And then you’ll fall and break your neck,” he said, smirking as he sat up, brushing his hair back. “Come on, just let me do it.”

You sighed and handed him the batteries. “Fine, since you’re so desperate to be the hero.”

Chase chuckled and stood, dragging the step stool from the corner. He climbed up and easily reached the smoke alarm, his hands skillfully replacing the batteries. He looked down at you, that smirk still plastered on his face. “See? Easy.”

You crossed your arms, shaking your head. “You just like showing off because you’re taller.”

“Not my fault you’re vertically challenged,” he shot back with a grin as he jumped down from the stool, landing lightly on his feet.

“Sure, rub it in,” you muttered, but your lips twitched into a smile. “So, what now, hero? Want a reward?”

He flopped back down on the couch beside you, making the cushions bounce. “Maybe stop hogging the couch?”

You bumped your knee against his, shifting a little to give him space. “I wasn’t hogging anything.”

He gave you a playful nudge in return, and the two of you fell into comfortable silence, the TV filling the room with background noise as the clock ticked closer to midnight.

“Happy New Year, by the way,” Chase said softly, breaking the quiet.

You glanced at the clock—it was two minutes to midnight. “Happy New Year.”

It was a simple exchange, no fanfare, no fireworks, just the soft hum of the TV and the warmth of Chase beside you. The way you were sitting, your shoulders were pressed together, your knees bumping occasionally. The quiet felt different, heavier with the weight of something unspoken between you two.

Midnight arrived, and outside, you could hear fireworks exploding in the distance. But inside your little apartment, it was calm. Chase reached over, casually resting his arm on the back of the couch behind you. You felt the shift in the air, like something was about to happen but neither of you was quite ready to acknowledge it.

You broke the silence with a sudden, almost impulsive question. “Should we kiss?”

Chase’s head snapped toward you, eyes wide, the question catching him off guard. “What?”

“What?” you echoed, immediately regretting your boldness. “I mean, it’s New Year’s and… isn’t that a thing people do?”

He blinked, his mouth twitching into a small smile, but his eyes remained serious for a beat longer. “Only if they want to.”

A warm flush crept up your neck. You hadn’t thought this far ahead—what had you been expecting? Before you could come up with something coherent, he reached for your hand, his fingers brushing against yours softly. His touch was gentle, like he was asking for permission.

“Well, do you?” His voice was lower now, a little more serious.

You opened your mouth to answer, but then you saw it—that vulnerability behind his teasing smile. The way he looked at you wasn’t casual, it wasn’t something you could laugh off. You swallowed hard and nodded, the air between you thickening with unspoken feelings.

Chase didn’t hesitate after that. His hand cupped your jaw softly, and he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss wasn’t hurried or awkward—it was slow, like both of you had been waiting for this moment far longer than either was willing to admit. You could feel the warmth of his skin, the way he breathed against you, steady and grounding.

When he pulled away, there was no rush to speak. You both sat there for a moment, eyes locked, the gravity of what had just happened hanging between you. The TV droned on in the background, but neither of you noticed it.

“I didn’t know you felt…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say.

“Yeah, well,” Chase rubbed the back of his neck, the familiar playfulness creeping back into his voice, though his eyes remained serious. “Guess it took New Year’s for me to stop being an idiot.”

The days following your accidental confession were filled with strange, unspoken moments. There were times when Chase would brush past you in the kitchen, his fingers lingering on your arm a little longer than necessary. You’d catch his eye during breakfast, and he’d give you that knowing smirk, like he was waiting for you to say something.

One evening, a few days after New Year’s, you walked into your room to find a bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk. A little card was tucked into the stems, and the handwriting was unmistakably Chase’s.

“Did you get me flowers?” you asked, holding them up as you walked into the living room where he was lounging on the couch.

Chase glanced at the flowers and then back at the TV, nonchalant. “They were for decoration.”

You raised an eyebrow. “In my room?”

He shrugged, refusing to meet your gaze. “Thought it could use a bit of color.”

“Right,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. You set the flowers back in your room, your heart doing that weird, fluttery thing it had been doing ever since New Year’s.

The shift between you and Chase wasn’t dramatic. It was quiet and subtle, like two puzzle pieces finally snapping into place after spending too long figuring out where they belonged. You spent more time together, lingering in each other’s spaces, exchanging glances that carried more meaning than words.

One night, after a long shift at the hospital, you came home to find Chase trying to change the batteries in the smoke alarm again. The step stool wobbled slightly under him, and you stifled a laugh, crossing your arms as you leaned against the doorway.

“You’re gonna fall,” you called out.

Chase turned, glancing down at you. “What, you don’t trust me to handle this?”

You let out a loud laugh, and you saw how his expression softened even more, as if knowing that you generally find him funny cures something in him.

“Get down, then,” he said, stepping off the stool with a grin. “I’ll let you try.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing him out of the way. “You’re hopeless.”

As you climbed up, Chase stayed close, his hands resting on your hips as if ready to catch you if you lost your balance. You could feel his breath on your neck as you fumbled with the smoke alarm, and despite your best efforts, the moment felt heavier than it should’ve.

“You’re not even doing anything,” you muttered.

“Just enjoying the view,” he teased, squeezing your hip playfully.

“God, you’re impossible,” you grumbled, but there was no real annoyance in your voice. You liked it—this new, easy intimacy between you.

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The clock struck midnight again, marking a few weeks since that first kiss on New Year’s Eve. This time, there was no hesitation. You and Chase had settled into this new chapter, one filled with teasing, casual moments, and the quiet understanding that, somewhere along the way, your friendship had shifted into something deeper.

As you sat together on the couch, his hand resting lazily on your thigh, you couldn’t help but smile. “So, we gonna kiss again at midnight, or is that only a New Year’s thing?”

Chase looked at you, his green eyes twinkling with amusement. “Nah, I think we can make it an everyday thing.”

And just like that, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, the moment feeling just as new and exciting as the first time.

[megalony]

Not Long Now

This is a new Robert Chase imagine from House, based on a lovely request by a mutual.

I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Summary: (Y/n) and Chase are expecting their first baby together and when (Y/n) goes into labour, Chase is by her side, from the beginning.

Enjoy.

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Despite her best efforts, tears began to cascade down (Y/n)'s features and each one made her breaths hitch and become shallow as they caught in her throat. Her lower lip was throbbing and burning from how badly she had been biting it to the point blood was welling on her tongue.

With as deep a breath as she could manage, (Y/n) pushed her hands down into the bed to sit herself up. It did nothing to relieve the ache in her back or the tension that was floating around in her stomach. Pain was still lingering and pulsing throughout her system. Right between her hips, it felt like a fire was slowly licking at her hip bones and working its way up along her spine.

She tried to take a deep, steady breath but her back was twinging and seizing up and (Y/n) didn't know what to do with herself anymore.

This wasn't just a simple aching pain that came and went or a dull kind of pain that she could ignore. It was something that was becoming peristant and increasingly worse. Sleep wasn't something that she was going to achieve tonight, that much seemed crystal clear.

Reaching her hand out, she gently reached out for Chase's forearm that was slumped across the middle of the bed. She shook his arm a few times before gliding her fingers up his arm towards his shoulder which she jostled to try and gain his attention.

She felt bad for waking him up. He had pulled a twenty four hour shift and had only just gotten home sometime after nine tonight. Chase needed sleep, something which he never got when he was working on a case with House and had to remain at the hospital to run tests and observations and try to work out a diagnosis.

She continued to shake his shoulder and trail her hand across his neck until the touch finally stirred Chase. His head lifted from the pillow and he blinked his bleary eyes, taking a look around to try and work out where he was and what was happening.

"What… you okay?" His voice was sluggish and he couldn't keep his eyes open for very long, especially since (Y/n) had the beside lamp on and the light burned his tired, sore eyes.

He propped himself up on his right elbow while he stretched his other arm above his head before he tried to rub his eyes and brush his hair from his face. Chase knew his hair probably looked a mess by now, it didn't matter what time it currently was, after even an hour of sleep his hair became a birds nest that he had to untangle.

He didn't know what time it was, but he knew it was late. By the time he had tried to eat something, get washed and climbed into bed it was well past ten o'clock at night. And Chase crashed as soon as he was in bed. He couldn't even remember if (Y/n) had gone to sleep with him or if she had tried to watch tv or stayed awake. All he knew was that as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.

Chase tried his best to keep his eyes open and look up at (Y/n), trying to guess why she had woken him. It wasn't like her, she barely bothered to wake him- let alone tell him- if she was sick, he usually had to find that out himself.

"It hurts." Her voice and the little whimper she let out made Chase's blood rush to his head and had adrenaline waking him up instantly. He pushed up off his elbow and straightened up so he was sitting up beside her and he shuffled a bit closer until their hips were touching.

"What hurts, baby?"

His hand moved to rest against her lower back while his other hand curled around her knee and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against her shoulder.

"My back, a-and here." Reaching down, (Y/n) curled her hand around Chase's wrist and moved his hand against the lower side of her stomach.

He could tell immediately that this had to be bad because he knew (Y/n) wouldn't wake him if she was only in slight discomfort. It had to be bad for her to actually wake him and ask for help. Although he knew that more recently, (Y/n) was more likely to tell him if she didn't feel well or if she thought something was wrong, because of the baby. She didn't want to take chances or keep things to herself if there was a chance that something was wrong with the baby.

"What kind of pain, sharp, dull, constant?" He murmured against her shoulder while he tried to press the base of his hand against various parts of her stomach to try and gage what pains she was having and why.

"Dull, like waves, b-but it's getting worse."

"That's okay, I think it's the start of labour pains baby." Suddenly Chase was wide awake and he couldn't stop himself from smiling into her skin.

It was a little earlier than he expected, given that (Y/n) was thirty-seven weeks along, but it wasn't dangerous or worrying. She was technically full term now and labour could happen at any point. Chase would guess that the aches and pains were the beginning of labour given where she said the pains were and that her back was hurting too.

And he was relieved that this was happening now, while he was home. Chase kept worrying about being at work or being in the OR when (Y/n) went into labour. He worked for House, he was constantly on the go and roaming around the hospital so getting a message to him was hard. And he wanted to be here when things started so he could go through the whole process with (Y/n).

Chase knew for the last few days or so that (Y/n) had been uncomfortable and feeling run down, clearly it was all leading up to this.

"Will the contractions start soon?"

(Y/n) slumped her head onto Chase's shoulder and slouched back against him. She couldn't refrain from closing her eyes as she tucked her forehead into the crook of his neck.

If these pains were making her uncomfortable and they weren't even contractions yet, then in a few hours this was going to become unbearable. She hoped that it wouldn't take long for the contractions to start because they couldn't go to the hospital until the pains were ten minutes apart.

She felt Chase's hand move from her back so his arm was fully draped around her waist and his lips attached to the top of her head.

"I can't say, baby. It might take a while, or it might be quick. We just have to wait and see." There was no definitive answer that he could give, the process was different for each woman and trying to guess might make things worse if he said it would happen soon and they ended up waiting hours.

They couldn't do very much right now. All (Y/n) could do was take painkillers and try to either sleep or move through the pain until her waters broke and the contractions became frequent.

"Do you think you can try to sleep?" Chase knew that it might be easier for (Y/n) to get as much rest and sleep as she could now while the pains were dull and at their lowest. In a few hours it might not be so easy for her to rest.

(Y/n) shook her head, uttering a quiet "No." because she didn't feel like sleeping. She was restless, uncomfortable and in increasing unease. Sleeping wasn't something she felt she could do despite knowing it would help in the long run. She didn't want to.

"Okay, what do you want to do? Maybe a movie, or a bath?" If she didn't want to sleep, they could try and put the tv on and watch something to keep amused. Or Chase knew that a bath might relax (Y/n) and help her feel a little more comfortable right now.

(Y/n) tended to feel most comfortable in the bath and she seemed certain that their baby only slept when (Y/n) was laid in the bath. It might work in easing her back pain and make her feel a bit better. Time might also go a bit faster if (Y/n) was more at ease.

"I might get a bath… you should sleep." (Y/n)'s voice was soft and quiet and made Chase's heart flutter as he smiled down at her.

She had only woken him because she was worried, but if this was the start of labour then (Y/n) didn't have to be worried about the baby or if something was wrong. She could potter around the house or get a bath or go and watch tv downstairs or prepare their hospital bag, something she had been planning on doing at some point this week.

Chase didn't need to stay awake with her or keep her company when he was exhausted. He had been at work, he was drained and he could use the sleep, he didn't have to stay awake during this whole process. He said himself that it would take time, and (Y/n) didn't want to make him feel worse by keeping him awake with her when he didn't have to be.

"If you take a nap later, then I will too, but not now. Besides, I'm wide awake." If (Y/n) tried to sleep later on then he would happily lie down with her and try to get some rest. But he was staying awake with her now.

He was excited. They were about to have their first baby, he wasn't missing a thing and there wasn't a lot he could do for (Y/n) right now, the least Chase felt that he could do would be to stay up with her and prepare.

Chase promised her he would do this with her and if (Y/n) was in labour, he was going to be right by her side.

When (Y/n) headed out of the bedroom, Chase stretched his arms above his head and straightened his back out. He clicked his neck into place and ran his fingers through his tousled hair before he slowly clambered off the bed and followed after her.

While (Y/n) ran the bath, Chase rummaged around in the bathroom cabinet and found some strong painkillers that would help take the edge off for her.

"Try these." He murmured quietly and held them out along with a glass of water which (Y/n) gratefully took. She knew in a while that no pain medication was going to help take even the smallest edge of the pain she was going through. At least right now she could settle her system and feel more comfortable for the time being.

(Y/n) watched fondly as Chase stripped off his shirt and shorts, tossing them in the basket in the corner of the room before he checked the bath water and climbed in.

A lazy grin lit up his face as he held his hands out for her once she stripped off. Once she climbed in and turned around, Chase's hands moved to hold onto her hips to help ease her down with him. He sat down with his legs parted to the sides so (Y/n) could sit between his thighs; it was a bit of a squeeze but the closeness only made (Y/n) smile.

She eased her back against Chase's chest and tucked her face into the crook of his neck, pressing a tender kiss beneath his chin when his arms wound around her waist. It tickled when he started drawing patterns over her stomach, but when he switched to moving his hands around her stomach, it felt soothing.

She felt his lips pressing to the back of her head and he hummed into her hair while his feet tapped and caused ripples in the water. "Hopefully by morning, we'll be heading down to the hospital."

***

"Not long now, baby."

(Y/n) opened her eyes and looked to her right, locking her gaze onto her husband who was perched on the side of the bed near to her hip. His hands were tapping against his thighs and a coy grin lit up his face as he looked across at her. But she couldn't tell if he was trying to make a joke or if he was actually being serious.

"Better not be, after forty hours already." Aggravation wove into (Y/n)'s tone and tangled around her sarcastic words, none of which was aimed at Chase.

It had been just less than two days since the labour pains started and (Y/n) was quickly growing tired now. And these four walls of the hospital room were starting to make her feel uneasy like she was about to go mad.

Music could only distract her mind for so long and it couldn’t take away the pain she was feeling. Idle conversation and chatter about anything and everything under the sun wasn’t working anymore and the anticipation was slowly dwindling down into annoyance and frustration. They had waited eight months for this baby and it was deciding to make them wait a few more days when they were so close.

Walking around the room or crouching down to try and relieve the tension didn’t feel like an option anymore, (Y/n) felt glued to the bed, not that it was a bad thing but it did restrict her. Staying put on the bed meant time seemed to go slower since she wasn’t slowly walking the length of the room or moving around to try and keep the circulation going through her body.

Considering she had gone into labour three weeks early of her due date, labour was starting to take its time. (Y/n) worried she would reach her due date by the time their baby decided they were ready to make an appearance.

"You're nearly dilated, then it'll be over quick." Chase leaned back a little and moved his hand to rest on her thigh. He knew that once she was fully dilated, it wouldn't take long for their baby to be here. It was this part, the waiting, that took the longest toll.

Chase moved his free hand to cup his jaw and drag along the side of his mouth when he watched (Y/n) breathe through another wave of pain. He watched how her eyes snapped closed and how she tensed up beside him and her body went rigid and taut. The pains were too difficult for her to ignore.

(Y/n) tipped her head back into the pillow until it felt like the pillow was going to engulf her and make her disappear into the mound of feathers. Her lips barely opened enough to let a steady stream of air push out, and her arms tensed as her muscles pushed out against her skin.

One hand reached up behind her to grip the pillow so she had something to ground herself to, considering she had almost crushed Chase's hand earlier when one particular contraction had been awful.

The contractions had been longer than ten minutes apart when Chase brought her to the hospital yesterday, but he didn't have a choice. He had started counting the contractions and keeping an eye on (Y/n) throughout the day, but her waters didn't break.

The longer labour went on without her waters breaking, the more likely it was that (Y/n) could get an infection or something could happen to the baby. Being at the hospital was safer in case they had to break her waters for her and they could keep an eye on the baby's heartbeat.

Two hours after being admitted to the hospital, Chase and a midwife had broken her waters. They were monitoring the baby's heartbeat which was stable and steady, and now (Y/n) was nine centimetres dilated. One more, and she would be ready to push.

Despite the agony her muscles were causing her, (Y/n) couldn’t help the way her lips curved up ever so slightly at the corners when she felt Chase's lips peppering against the back of her other hand. There was something so calming about his touch, like he held antidotes and pain relief in his touch.

"You're doing great, babe."

As much as (Y/n) relished in his words and his melodic voice alone, she would feel much better and as if she really was doing good when the baby started to make an appearance. Right now she didn’t feel at all nearer to getting their baby into the world and it was frustrating to the point (Y/n) could feel tears prickling in the corners of her eyes.

"Hey, it's okay, you're so close now. It's nearly over." Chase leant forward to brush away the tears beginning to cascade down her face and he attached his lips to her burning temple. But his touch only made her want to cry worse.

"I want it to be over now." She huffed through determined breaths while she tried her best to stop from crying.

"I know." He murmured against her temple before his hand let go of hers and moved to gently grip her chin. He tilted her head back so they were level and he was able to kiss her.

The touch was gentle, sweet and so endearing that (Y/n) thought her heart was going to burst.

When their lips parted, Chase looked down at the watch attached to his wrist and smiled softly. "Let's check again."

He climbed off the bed and moved towards the other side of the room to get ready, scrubbing his hands before he squeezed his hands into a pair of latex gloves so he could check if she was fully dilated yet.

(Y/n) seemed to hold her breath while Chase checked, because she knew if he said she wasn't ready yet then she might just burst into another fit of tears. She didn't want to wait any longer, she wanted to push. Her body felt like it was ready, and her mind had had long enough to prepare her for this.

"Here we go baby, you're ready now."

The noise of relief that left (Y/n)’s lips made Chase laugh and the eagerness in her eyes was very clear.

She was ready, and Chase was going to deliver their baby.

***

The feeling of sweat sticking to every inch of her skin was something that made (Y/n) shiver and her burning skin started to itch and crawl. The room was fairly cool but she was overheating like she was sitting on the beach in one hundred degree heat. The gown she was wearing was sticking horribly to her skin and her hair was ragged from being pushed out of her eyes or pulled or generally yanked to get it out her way when she became frustrated.

(Y/n) let her eyes fall closed as she tipped her head back against the pillows. She could feel Chase's hand gliding against her inner thigh and it made her want to smile, but she couldn't with the agony tearing her apart from the inside out.

"Head's almost out now."

Upon hearing Chase's words, (Y/n) tucked her chin into her chest and her hands moved so her fingers were gripping the sheets beneath her, trying to ground herself to something and hold steady. She leant forward as much as she was able, but it didn't feel all that comfortable.

Her hips were aching from having her legs bent outwards for so long, and her knees had become locked in place. Pins and needles were floating through her feet and up her ankles from having her feet pushing down into the mattress for so long. And it wasn't helping her back to be arching and doubling forward like this.

A deep groan rumbled up from her chest and she closed her eyes when spots began to dance in front of her vision. She tried to hold her breath until she felt Chase's hand tapping her thigh to gain her attention.

"Baby, breathe. Big deep breaths, you need the oxygen." Sitting and holding her breath wasn't going to help with the strain she was going through. She needed to keep up the oxygen supply, not store it.

And the stern tone to Chase's voice seemed to flick a switch within (Y/n) for she nodded and tried to pant through deep breaths to comply.

The shaking in her body felt like electricity swarming through her veins and battling out with the pain that had numbed her legs and set fire to her pelvis. Clearly she was overrun with adrenaline.

With a quiet mewl, she tossed her head back and let the tension slip out of her frame. Her back clicked but she didn't care as she tried to fling her arm out and push the pillows up a little so she could flop back and lie down. Sitting up wasn't comfortable, she wanted to lay out, that was what her body was telling her to do.

She heard Chase muttering "Hang on sweetheart," before she realised the bed was moving.

A grateful hum left her lips when Chase reclined the bed. Not fully so it felt like she was lying in bed at home, but at enough of an angle so (Y/n) was reclined down and she could lay back and try to relax and calm down.

That felt better.

"Another push for me on the next contraction, head's nearly out."

Everything began to buzz in (Y/n)’s ears, words blurring together as she couldn’t concentrate properly on what was being said to her. But everything seemed to come back into tune again when the next contraction started to build up.

It felt like such a weight had been resting on her pelvis that was trying to snap her bones, but the moment their baby’s head was born the pain seemed to ignite worse before it dulled significantly. The contractions and pains continued to pulse through (Y/n) but they felt different now that the head wasn't pushing down anymore. She was almost there, almost done.

"Baby, you with me?" Chase angled his head back so he could glance up at (Y/n) since she hadn't responded or even hummed.

"Yeah… another contraction." She nodded and weakly opened her eyes to look down at Chase, but she felt much more grounded with her eyes closed.

"Okay, then let's keep going."

(Y/n) nodded and took a deep breath to try and steady her system while her left hand reached out to hold onto the bedframe. And she peaked one eye open to look down at Chase.

He was crouched at the end of the bed, practically lying on his chest but he didn't look the least bit uncomfortable or put out. He was smiling so brightly he could rival the sun and every now and then he hummed as if he was trying to keep himself grounded and in check.

It seemed strange that Chase was at his place of work, helping his wife give birth, and yet he wasn't dressed for the occasion. He wasn't in his usual dress shirt, tie and starched white overcoat.

He was in a plain black shirt and trousers, his casual clothes that he wore on his days off. Although (Y/n) couldn't see them anymore now that he had put some scrubs on now along with gloves and paper cap to hide his hair and stay hygienical.

But it was that dazed smile on his face that made (Y/n)'s heart skip a beat and kept her smiling even as she closed her eyes again.

Children had always been something that the couple wanted, they wanted a big family together, and this was the start of that. (Y/n) finally got pregnant but all through this pregnancy it felt like a dream. Only now it seemed to be coming true and started to feel real.

"Big pushes but smaller panting breaths now."

(Y/n) nodded as best she could with how she was slumped back into the pillows that felt like they were engulfing her; consuming her like they were trying to take the pain away.

Her hand stayed curled around the bedframe and she tried digging her heels down into the bed to brace herself and try to keep steady and tense. Going floppy like jelly wouldn't do her much good when she needed to focus and put all of her efforts into pushing.

"Okay just relax for a second." Chase's tone was calm and his expression was almost blank while he dug his elbows down and leant forward a bit more. "The shoulder is a bit stuck, on the next contraction you push and I'll ease the shoulder out. Okay?"

When he glanced up and realised (Y/n) was looking at him with apprehension, he smiled softly and dipped his head to pepper a kiss against her knee. "They just need a bit of help, don't worry."

Panicking right now wouldn’t do her any good, it would speed up her heartbeat and it would do the baby no favours. They weren’t horribly stuck or in danger, they just needed a bit of help and Chase was more than capable of taking care of them both. This wasn't something to worry about, it was a minor hiccup.

She burrowed her head back into the pillows and clenched her jaw as she pushed again, groaning through the agony.

The blood rushing through (Y/n)’s ears and the blinding pain splitting her in two stopped her mind from working out what Chase was whispering against her flush skin but whatever he was saying, his voice was soothing enough. He could have been speaking nonsense and (Y/n) would still have wanted him to carry on with how calming his voice was. And she knew with how quiet he was murmuring that he wasn't saying anything important, at least not yet.

Her knees twitched and she found it hard to stay still with how uncomfortable it felt each time she pushed. If she closed her eyes hard enough, (Y/n) was sure that she could work out and actually feel how the baby's shoulder was stuck.

"There we go, shoulders and arms are out now sweetheart."

A huff of relief left (Y/n)'s chapped lips as Chase's words were like music to her ears.

"Just a few more pushes, keep taking small breaths for me." Chase wasn't sure if (Y/n) was really hearing him or not, but she was nodding along so at least she was partly coherent and in the moment with him.

The last push felt much easier than the rest, it felt like running the last few steps when the finish line was already in sight and looked so close. (Y/n) could feel every vein and artery in her body, all of them pulsing and pushing blood at a much faster rate, especially through her ears that felt like she was going deaf with the horrible ringing sensations flooding through them.

"Here we go… it's a girl."

They had decided from the beginning not to find out the gender, it was going to be a surprise. Neither of them cared whether they had a boy or a girl, and they had picked out a name for each already. But now Chase was quickly becoming consumed by the knowledge that he had a baby girl to dote on.

Their first baby was a little girl to spoil.

Chase could barely find the energy to move, he felt locked in place leaning on the end of the bed and when he finally pulled back, his legs felt like they had turned to jelly. They felt like matchsticks that were about to snap in half.

His lips parted into an open-mouthed smile as he stared down at the creation in his hands that he couldn't quite believe was here already.

His eyes glanced down to the clock above the door to note the time of birth before ran his fingers in circles along the newborn's chest to ensure she was breathing properly. The little mewling cry she let out was like music to his ears and a laugh tumbled past his lips in response.

Tears were welling up in Chase's eyes as he tried to steel his shaking nerves so he could cut the cord. He cleaned her up as much as he could before he swaddled the newborn in a blanket and lifted her up in his arms towards his chest. She wasn’t washed yet or weighed or examined and the cord was freshly cut, but she looked perfect.

"Hey girlie, it's daddy."

Time seemed irrelevant as Chase stood there leaning against the side of the bed, enamoured by the view of his baby girl settled in his arms, no longer wriggling but still crying. When Chase offered his index finger for her to hold, he could barely breathe at the feeling of her miniscule fingers curling tightly around his own.

Chase didn’t want to let her out of his embrace where she seemed to slot so perfectly into the crook of his elbow, but he knew he needed to.

He perched himself on the side of the bed and carefully eased her down into (Y/n)'s waiting arms, watching the sparkle in (Y/n)’s eyes when they set upon her baby girl for the first time.

"She's perfect."

(Y/n) didn’t really know what she’d imagined their baby to look like because she knew all babies didn’t quite look the same. Their girl looked so different yet so much prettier than she’d ever imagined.

Her cheek slumped against Chase's arm as she carefully adjusted the newborn in her arms so she was resting against her chest for skin contact.

She was finally here. All those months of waiting, all the trecherous hours in labour, everything had been leading up to this point and now it was over. The pain had ended, and their girl was finally here with them in their arms.

And this experience had been just the two of them. No one stepping over boundaries or bustling in or getting involved. No one to make (Y/n) feel uncomfortable or panic her or get over excited. Just her and Chase, having their baby girl together. And here she was.

Their girl; their little Charlotte.

[frickingnerd]

annabeth with a pretty s/o who gets mistaken for a child of aphrodite

pairing: annabeth chase x gn!reader

tags: jealous!annabeth, wholesome fluff, established romantic relationship, reader is close to the aphrodite kids (platonic)

when you first got to camp, everyone assumed you were a child of aphrodite! after all, you were just too good looking to belong in any other cabin!

even now that you've been claimed, people still constantly confuse you for a child of aphrodite! maybe because the aphrodite kids always hang out around you…

annabeth doesn't care too much about looks, that's not why she fell for you. but it's still a little annoying to have such a good looking partner, who everyone constantly stares at!

with the aphrodite cabin constantly around you, annabeth also can't help but worry that you might find someone prettier than her in there, that you'll leave her for

though she knows it's a stupid thought! but with so many attractive people around you, even she gets a little insecure and jealous from time to time!

to you, the aphrodite cabin is like a second home and you can't really see yourself date any of them! they're all like your siblings!

besides, you've got annabeth already! with a girlfriend as strong and smart as her, everyone else simply pales in comparison! even the aphrodite cabin…

[savvymantis]

On my knees with my hands in a prayer, please can you do something similar to Love Bird - where the bots get smooched silly by their human s/o - with the other rescue bots??

If you’d prefer to do just one rather then all can you do Chase?? 

Of Love and Law

Chase is a bot of conviction. He does best when following orders. Heatwave and Chief Burns he listens too of course, they're his superiors. You are simply a civilian, no rank to garner respect or loyalty from him, yet he seeks out your orders even more than he does his actual superiors.

So when you tell him to sit still and not move, he does just that. He remains stock still so your careful climb up his chassis is undisturbed, save a shift of servo to make sure you'll be caught should you slip. You find purchase on his shoulder, arms coming around his helm, and that's where the kisses begin.

Chase says nothing, allowing you to smooch along the warm, smooth metal of his cheek down to the segmented jaw. His spark thrums, though, despite his stillness, vibrating beneath his plating up into you.

He can feel your smile against his face plates. Chase smiles too, shuttering his optics to bask in all that you are, and all that you make him feel.

And when your kisses drift down to brush along the corner of his intake, when your little hand coaxes at the bottom of his chin, Chase allows his helm to be tilted so he can finally return your affections. Again and again and again, as you silently demand of him, and as he is far too happy to comply.

"Oh!" Reeling back, Chase stares at Boulder, the mech snickering behind his servo. "Well, guess I'll leave you two be, huh?"

"We are busy." Chase murmurs, embarrassed but steadfast. "And Blades has already affirmed that light PDA is allowed in the common room, especially when no one else is around."

"I'm just grabbing some supplies." Boulder assures him. He shoots you a wink as he passes, the fondness in his gaze enough to make you shy and hide your face in Chase's.

"Do not wink at my courted."

"I didn't." Boulder responds cooly.

"I saw you. You do not wink at other's courted. Heatwave said-"

"Bye, now!" Boulder calls, arms full of paint buckets as he strolls off. Chase huffs after him, not pleased that his argument was derailed before he thoroughly won it. "Have fun!"

"He's glad I'm helping you relax more." You whisper, mouth brushing along his metal once more. "They worry, you know? That you never rest."

"Crime never rests." Chase responds, though his voice is softer now, considerate.

"You need to, though."

Turning his helm, Chase nuzzles a kiss to your lips. He doesn't say it out loud, but he doesn't need to for you to know that he'll try. After all, he could never deny you anything.