Fic: Some Kind of Misunderstanding
Disclaimer: still not mine.
a/n: I wrote this like a year ago and just stumbled upon it...hope you enjoy!
Forman always loved Sundays. It was his day to unwind and prepare for the week ahead.
He tore open a bag of microwave vegetables and poured them on the plate next to a piece of grilled chicken. Sundays were also the only night of the week in which he cooked for himself instead of the usual take-out meals and TV dinners.
Grabbing a diet coke, he settled on the couch with his meal and turned on a college football game. He didn't care which teams were playing or the fact that he had already missed the first quarter. No Sunday in December was complete without football.
He was startled from his meal when a knock came to his door. It wasn't quite a knock, but more a rough banging noise.
He swung the door open, angry to be disrupted from his routine. "You know there's a doorbell, right?"
Chase's eyebrows were furrowed, his expression contorted with anger. He said nothing. Foreman stepped out of the doorframe, "Well do you want to come in?"
Chase stalked in. Part of Foreman wanted to laugh at Chase's childish display of anger, but the other part of him was already waiting for him to leave.
The two stared at each other in silence for a moment.
"I think you owe me an apology," Chase finally said loudly.
Foreman laughed, "For what?"
"Oh don't be stupid!" Chase was livid. Foreman had never seen his usually calm co-worker this worked up.
"Okay, you need to help me out here. I'll apologize if you tell me what I did." Foreman was preoccupied with the fact that his meal was getting cold.
"I've always thought of you as a friend! How could you do what you did last night?" Chase's anger was so overwhelming he looked as though his eyes were filling with tears.
"Last night," Forman said quietly and bit his lip. He was sure nobody else had seen.
"Yeah, last night. How could you?"
"Listen, you know I don't usually drink like that," Forman started. He knew exactly why Chase was so upset. He was just curious how Chase knew.
"Bullshit. That is no excuse!"
Forman furrowed his brow for a moment, "Listen, I know. I am so sorry. But we had both drank way too much and it just sort of…happened. It meant nothing."
"It meant nothing—to you! It means everything to me!"
"I'm sorry! I didn't think you would find out," Forman knew his excuse was weak.
"Of course House told me immediately! Did you really think he would just let it slide?"
Forman felt his stomach drop. House saw?
"I could lose my job over this!" Chase yelled.
"I know I know it's just—wait, lose your job?"
"Of course! Even worse, if House brings this up for review I could lose my license!"
Forman raised his eyebrows and pulled his lips in tight. He sure as hell was not talking about the same incident as Chase.
TBC
