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A/N: Just some more House/Chase fluff that makes me smile. :)
"…and there's this little baby girl—she was born prematurely—I just took her off the respirator and she is so cute. She never cries when she's around me. I heard from some other doctors that she is absolutely horrid when I'm not around. I mean, I'm probably not the reason she's so well behaved… It's probably just when I have my shift in the NICU or something… But, I sort of feel bad for the parents. They work a lot and they haven't been around and so now Abby—that's her name, do you like it? I think it's adorable—well, she really isn't use to them and it's going to be hard for her to adjust to new people… I guess it's their fault… Anyway, she's going to be alright and be discharged next week—Tuesday, I think—and it's going to be sad. Well, I mean sad that she's leaving, not that she's going to be alright," Chase gushed excitedly laying on House's bed—still in his scrubs from his shift in the NICU—with his feet propped up on House's headboard and his head resting on his hands that were resting on a pillow which was resting on the footboard.
House was curled up in a ball next to Chase with his head resting on Chase's chest. One arm was thrown over Chase's stomach and the other was wrapped around his injured thigh. He hadn't come into work for the past two days because it hurt so much he could barely get out of bed. Normally if this happened he'd just retrieve his morphine kit from the top of his bookshelf and let himself slip into a morphine-bliss trance for the night and then be as good as gold the next day. But ever since Chase and he got together he was more self-conscious about all of his annoying addictive habits.
House thought it was funny, when he was with Stacy she tried her best to change him. She made him eat healthier, come to bed at a decent hour, not drink so much, shave every once in a while, and so on. She was never mean or extremely manipulative about her attempted transformations of House, but she tried nonetheless. And he wouldn't think twice about shooting up morphine in front of her if he needed it.
But Chase…
Chase never did anything at all that would indicate that he wanted House to change. Chase fell in love with House. Period. End of sentence. He loved all of the annoying addictive habits that made House, House. Of course, he would love to see his boyfriend stop getting high and go to rehab—for real. But that just wasn't going to happen and any pushing from Chase, Cuddy, Cameron, Wilson, Foreman, or egotistical cops out for revenge was going to change that. Chase realized this and took House—as is. And in his own oblivious way Chase was changing House. House subtlety became more friendly… not like he was waving to everyone that pass by him on the street or ever failed to point out the obvious intelligential faults in his clinic patients, but he was beginning to smile more. Become more lax. House was happy. Happy, for the first time in… ever really. He was happy even when he didn't have a case to obsess about. He was happy just breathing next to Chase.
This is a major breakthrough.
"… What do you think?" Chase asked House who had been tuning him out for the past five minutes to marvel at how much impact Chase has had on his life. House stared blankly up at Chase not knowing what he was supposed to have an opinion about.
"Uh…," was all House managed.
Chase laughed at House's flustered expression, "What are you thinking about?"
"Just that… my leg feels better when you talk, next to me…," House and Chase simultaneously smiled and House snuggled closer. Chase moved his hands from behind his head and wrapped them around House.
Chase moved so that his mouth was pressed up against House's ear and thickened his accent as he started again, "I was just saying that…"