Disclaimer: I don't own House, MD. Damn. DAAAAMN! Nor do I own Matisyahu. Not even one of his CDs. I lack money. Money is the root of all evil, because I don't have any. Oh, and this fic will be SLIGHTLY more cheery than my other one (coughcoughmy friend Hahn forced me to write that onecoughcough)
You're all that I have and you're all that I need
Each and every day I pray to get to know you please
I want to be close to you; yes I'm so hungry
You're like water for my soul when it gets thirsty--Matisyahu, King without a Crown
Dr. Chase had always thought that the most disorienting experience in his life was waking up to a phone call that his father had died, or possibly that time when Cameron had shoved a chunk of crystal meth in his mouth and then did some highly interesting things that she probably wouldn't repeat in this century.
Unfortunately he was wrong.
Unaware that he was about to intrude upon the most brain-boggling event in his short life, he quite cheerily walked into the OB/GYN lounge in the expectation that he would find both Dr. House and the head of pediatrics.
He did not find the latter.
He did, however, find the former, which would have been absolutely fine if he wasn't apparently trying to recover his tongue from Dr. Wilson's mouth.
Chase couldn't help it. He let out a strangled "Glork."
Dr. House heard it. He pushed Wilson away roughly and sprang off of the couch.
Chase tried to get away, but unfortunately House got him by the lapels before he could get out of the room.
"You say anything," House threatened pleasantly, "and you will not have a good rest of your life, mainly because you will have none."
The younger doctor nodded, fear written over his face in large glow-in-the-dark Day-Glo markers that could be spotted from several miles away.
In a show of behavior that was totally unprecedented for him, Dr. Wilson was not springing to Chase's aid. Instead, he was trying to hide a laughing fit.
"Go," House said tersely.
Chase complied in record time, slamming the lounge door behind him.
"That was fun," Wilson commented, running a hand through his already ruffled hair.
"What, the making out or the being interrupted by the so-obviously-at-least-bisexual blonde guy?" House harrumphed, sidling back to the couch.
"Both." Wilson examined his watch. "How long did you say the baby-makers were going to take? Approximately?"
"At least half an hour."
"Well, we're getting to the very bottom of that 'at least' part." The oncologist yawned. "I think if Dr. Oneir finds you in here one more time he's going to end your HDTV privileges."
"Hey, if I'm too cheap to buy HD and the empty OB/GYN lounge has one, it's not my fault that I steal it."
"Um…actually, it is."
House snorted.
The door rattled.
Wilson gave it a bemused look.
"I think Chase locked the door," he said.
Muffled whacking noises and voices came from the other side of the door. "House? I know you're in there. Open the damn door."
House grinned evilly. "How long d'you think it will take for them to find keys?" he whispered.
Wilson grinned back, equally evil. "At least another half-hour."
"Can you think of anything we might do to keep busy?"…
In another room of the hospital, Chase resolutely stared at the wall and attempted to drown the memory with House's imported coffee.
It didn't seem to be working.
A muffled yell from the direction of the OB/GYN lounge made him cringe.
This was turning out to be a very frightening day.