Giggle, said Cameron.

Chuckle, said Forman.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, there really is a God." Said House.

Chase groaned and pulled his shirt down for the hundredth time since making it the twenty feet from the elevator to the office.

The white cotton shirt was only a little bit tighter than he remembered it. The selves were fine, a little loose if they were anything at all. The collar didn't do up any more, but that was fine. The navy tie was bad enough as it was. The matching navy jacket that had hung off his scrawny frame had 'shrunk' to fit perfectly, still the same brushed velvet it had always been. A couple of shimmering gold threads had worked themselves loose from the coat of arms embroidered on the chest, but other wise it was in mint condition.

It was the pants which bothered him most. They had gone from being loose, comfortable belt trousers to hip-hugging low risers. They'd snuck up on him that morning, pretending they were the same old pants he'd trusted his fragile teenage ego to for years, right up until the moment he did them up, at which point they had revealed themselves to be the treasonous beasts they were.

"Yeah, and he's one cruel son of a bitch." He grumbled, trying not to turn completely scarlet and failing miserably.

"Come on, Chase!" House whistled quietly. "You have to admit, those pants are a gift."

"More like a curse." Chase pulled the shirt down again, struggling to make it cover the sliver of pale flesh that kept appearing between it and the treacherous pants. "I don't have a clue how I'm going to get the damn things off."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized what he was saying and whom he was saying it in front of. If the others could hear the words tumbling over themselves in his head, they would have been shocked.

House's hand shot into the air.

"Who volunteers to help Chase take off his pants?!?!"


All right... This is just a random little chapter to let you know that I am still alive and haven't forgotten about this story, and will indeed continue to write it. Sporadically. The more reviews, the better. I keep forgetting that I haven't finished this yet and reviews would do wonders to remind me. And before you ask, I have no intention of turning this into House/Chase. Or any pairing whatsoever actually. This is purely for entertainment value. And you've got to admit, this is certainly entertaining. Anyways... I have officially drawn a horrible picture of Chase in his uniform, and will probably post it on my Deviant Art account. Check my Profile.