Title: The Lords Prayer
Author: puppylover6511
Pairing: I'm not quite sure at this point, I'm thinking it will evolve into House/Chase, as usual.
Rating: Quite sure it's at worst PG
Warnings: Ummm, none. Thats almost depressing.
Summary: Scenes from Chase's life set to the lord's prayer. Prompt from Chasefest on livejournal. I was thinking of expanding this into five parts, but tell me if it sucks and I'll delete it off the face of the earth. If anyone has an idea for the next section, I would be more than happy to hear them.
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Chase walked in the door of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, half an hour behind schedule. He had been out the night before, drowning out the problems of his life, if only for a while. The intense hangover he had that morning was well on its way to convincing him never to do it again. It didn't really matter if he was late. Cameron would fret about him for a few minutes, then promptly forget her worries when she was handed something else to do. Foreman would act as if he didn't care about Chase's punctuality, but then complain that the pretty, rich, white boy was slacking to the next tolerant ear that came by. House probably hadn't even arrived at the hospital yet, so there was no cause to worry about job security. But then again, wouldn't it just be Chase's luck that House would be there that morning?
Chase entered the diagnostic lounge, only to find it empty. He wandered over to the coffee machine in the corner of the room in an attempt to find something to perk him up from his state of relative lethargy. He filled one of the mugs to the top with the dark, rich liquid, took a sip. And promptly spat it out. He had never been very fond of Cameron's weird choice in coffee flavors. He dumped the brew into the sink, before filling it up with a more natural, ordinary flavor. He was just pouring himself a cup as Cameron and Foreman walked in. Chase had to put it down rather quickly as Cameron bodily flung herself at him and began to spout condolences.
"I'm so sorry Chase! We had no idea that it would happen, he seemed fine when he came to visit. You shouldn't have had to find out this way. He should've told you beforehand! Mphfff!" The rest of her speech was blocked by Chase's hand's appearance over her mouth. He looked at her worried face and asked before she could protest:
"What are you talking about?" Both Cameron and Foreman seemed stunned. None of the young doctors in the room noticed House's appearance on the other side of the glass, or the interest he showed in their discussion.
"Here, you might want to sit down for this," Foreman said calmly as Chase detached himself from Cameron and settled into one of the chairs at the glass table. He handed Chase a copy of the morning paper, open to the obituaries. The young doctor seemed confused as he read through the list of names, but stopped dead when he came to about a quarter of the way down the register. There in bold, black and white print was the name, Dr. Rowan Chase. Next to the name was a short paragraph about the deceased.
'Dr. Rowan Chase, world-renowned Rheumatologist, died at home at 1:40 this morning, of Stage 4 Lung Cancer. He bore his illness well, conscious and functioning till the last minute of his life. He will be remembered by all as a caring husband, devoted father, and one of the most exceptional doctors of his age.'
Chase was still for a few moments after reading the article. He was pale, his eyes large, and his head dropped. His shoulders twitched once, and his long blonde hair fell down to cover his eyes.
"Chase, I'm so sorry." Cameron said with all the sorrow and sympathy she could muster. Chase snapped up straight and the color returned to his face. All present could see the emotions battling in his eyes. To the surprise of his companions and their silent watcher, anger was the sentiment that conquered. Chase's eyes blazed and his lip contorted into an ugly sneer. He snorted.
"Even in death, he's perfect. Far be it from me to ruin his image." He looked up as if to let his words carry up to heaven. "Let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your father in heaven, Matthew 5:16." Chase pushed his chair back and stood.
"I'll be in the clinic." He said, daring anyone to object. Without waiting for comment, he turned and walked out the door. He brushed by his boss with no comment. He didn't see the worried glance House sent after him.