This is going to be a collection of drabbles and vignettes. Most (if not all) will be House/Wilson, some slash and some friendship. I wasn't going to label them as "slash" or "just friends" but I can if you want cause I know some people don't like slash.
Warnings: Slash and some language
Time Period: Half-Wit (3.15)
Disclaimer: I don't own House, MD.
He should have known this was a horrible idea. Horrible is a gross understatement. This is the worst idea that Cameron has ever had. "Bedroom's down the hall," she says.
He can't help it. Jealousy flares up a bit in his chest. "You've been here?" Chase asks. The deal was sex without attachment and he's hoping his voice doesn't tell her that he's breaking her rules.
She's hesitating. Crap. She has been here. She's been in House's apartment and she knows where his bedroom is. What the hell has he gotten himself into? She replies, "Where else would the bedroom be?" Chase isn't convinced.
He walks swiftly past her. "Come with?" He asks. Maybe he can still salvage something good out of breaking into his boss's apartment.
Cameron's mouth quirks up in amusement. "You're scared of him catching us breaking into his home, but you're not scared of him catching us doing it in his bed?"
Chase gives it up without a fight and heads for the bedroom. "I'm gonna get fired anyway," he responds.
Cameron is still going through House's living room, so Chase is alone in his boss's bedroom and feeling more than a little strange about it. His awkwardness isn't helped by the clothes that are carelessly strewn on the ground, the rumpled bed sheets, and the fact that both pillows have clearly been slept on. It's House's fault, he rationalizes. The man teaches them to break into homes and then tries to ditch them for some job in Boston. What did he expect?
Still, the possibility that House could come home at any moment makes Chase hurry through his search. He finds a half empty bottle of Vicodin in the nightstand and some clothes in the closet that Wilson obviously forgot to take with him when he moved into that hotel room. But no secret plots to move to Boston, no phone numbers or job applications or anything else that they could confront House with.
Chase turns to leave the room and hopefully get the hell out of here before House comes back. Worry creeping back in, he's careless and steps on the pile of clothes lying on the ground. Shit. House isn't so perceptive that he'd notice a difference in the way the clothes were crumpled, would he? Chase is so caught up in his paranoid train of thought that he almost doesn't even realize that he's stepped on a tie. House owns a tie? Well he figures every guy owns at least one tie, right? But Chase has worked for House long enough to know he'd never, ever wear this tie. It's striped with light periwinkle, tan, and dark gray. House isn't a periwinkle kind of guy. Not only that, but there's a dress shirt and a pair of pants that are way too nice for House lying alongside House's typical jeans and t-shirt.
Chase takes another look at the used pillows, the rumpled bed sheets, the closet, and the clothes lying at his feet. He lets out an amused chuckle as he leaves. He fucking knew it.
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