Warnings: Major OCC-ness. Forgive me. Also, sickly sweet fluff. Careful not to choke on it.
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the series, or any of the characters (if I did, Chase would get a hell of a lot more airtime) and I make zero profit from this.
"Why is it so cold?" Chase asked moodily.
"Really, Chase," House said indulgently, "I would've thought after – how many years? – in the States, you would have adjusted from your long English summer nights." He attempted a faux-British accent, a la Dick Van Dyke.
Instead of rapidly firing back a playful retort, Chase merely glowered at the offending diagnostician in question.
They were standing by the nurse's station, after having just walked in from the freezing cold winter weather. Chase needed to pick up a file, and House was waiting with him.
"You're cute when you're cold," House said in his usual sardonic drawl.
"I'm cute all the time," Chase mumbled, his Australian accent making him even more adorable. His eyebrow was furrowed, those pretty lips had settled in a near pout, his shoulders still raised from when they'd walked through the wind and rain.
"That you are," House smirked, "And don't worry, I can write you a prescription for those sulky moods, and they'll just go right away." The diagnostician reached for some lime green post it notes that were laying innocently on the nurses table, and produced a pen from seemingly nowhere and scribbled down a few words before peeling it off the pack and sticking it to Chase's forehead.
A small smile tugged at Chase's lips. He reached up and removed the offending green post it note from his face, looking at it now, "You actually have the worst handwriting I've ever seen."
"It says: Wear more clothes." House clarified patronisingly, "Oh, you can trust me, I'm a doctor."
"Usually you're trying to get me to wear less clothes," Chase mumbled absentmindedly, crumpling up the sticky note and throwing it into the bin, which stood about five metres away. It landed in; a perfect shot. Chase turned back to House and grinned, rather proud of himself.
"Here," House sighed, shrugging off his large black coat and giving it to Chase, who was just wearing his shirt and tie, having forgotten his oh so sexy leather jacket.
"Won't you be cold?"
"Oh, yes," House nodded, grinning, "But fortunately unlike you British folk, we Americans don't feel the need to complain about everything."
"Australian!" Chase said indignantly, but still put the coat on. It was a size to big for him, but he wrapped it around himself anyway. "And I don't complain... that much." He said in his lazy Aussie drawl.
"'Much' being the operative word there..."
"Dr. Chase?" A timid voice caused Chase to turn around to the nurses' station. He pulled the coat tighter around himself, "Here you go," The nurse handed a form over to him, "Sorry it took so long."
Chase shook away her apology, "No worries, Angie. And thanks," He sent her a grin.
House sighed internally. He knew Chase didn't mean to be so charming, he just was. House wished he wouldn't do it around the nurses so much; he was probably just fuelling their fantasies further. It wasn't like he could help it though. The man was gorgeous.
"Come on, you're making me late," House grabbed a handful of his own coat and gave a small tug, before walking over to the elevator.
Chase quickly gathered up the forms and grabbed his bag, following after his lover.
The nurses stared after the both of them, and Angie turned to her friend, a wide grin spread across her face, "Okay, they are – officially – the cutest couple ever."
Okay, I know it's short and sucky, but I'm tired and can't sleep.
That being said – Hope you enjoyed it! Leave a review if you have time.
Peace out, baby.