And Then There Was One
by Makai Goddess Ookami
House is property of someone that's not me. I know it's a little vague, but I suppouse if you're that desperate to own it you can afford to do a little research.
This has been playing in my mind since... I dunno when. It just has been. On the other hand, it is indeed Gregory House x Robert Chase, my OTP of the fandom. Not much else to say... Meh.
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He didn't remember why they were fighting. He didn't even remember how it started, only that he walked in the apartment and the yelling started. He suppoused it could have been his fault, but he really doubted it. They'd been fighting an awful lot lately, and all he knew was that House was the one to start the yelling. Sometimes it was valid, he suppoused, but more often then not it wasn't.
He did know that if the yelling didn't stop then they'd get kicked out of the apartment.
Not that he was likely to be staying much longer, anyway, the rate things were going. That's when he figured he could beat House to it, and avoid another damn fight. At least his way, the other didn't have to see him cry again as he packed his stuff. With no place to go, he managed to convince Cameron to let him sleep on her couch until he got an apartment (which only took a week, thankfully).
He managed to get the rest of his stuff in the apartment without fighting with House. The older male just leaned back and watched him quietly, not saying anything. Whether that made things easier or harder, he couldn't say, he was just glad when he had the last box packed and was ready to leave. For good this time, he reasoned with himself. Not that he'd ever be able to get away from the older male. They still worked together.
With a bitter sigh, he picked up the last box of his stuff, laid the key on the shelf, making sure House caught him doing it, and walked to the door.
"Chase."
He paused, only slightly, and looked over his shoulder.
"It's better this way," he shrugged.
He watched House for a moment, and then he gave a short, jerky nod in agreement. He turned away quickly and left, not wanting the older male to see the tears that were burning in his eyes. While it was easier, he almost wished he had been kicked out. It was easier than knowing all the blame was his. Funny, he mused, he was the one to leave, and somehow, he was the one crying too.
