TWTB: Man… I am beat…

Chapter 7

"Either you got laid or I should be very afraid…"

James Wilson was staring at his friend, a very concerned look on his face. His friend, one Greg House, was currently munching on freshly stolen fries, legs kicked up onto the lunch table, grinning from ear to ear.

"Not laid but good enough." The diagnostician said, not bothering to add the 'for now' at the end of his statement like he had been thinking.

I'm sure you're just as curious as Wilson is about why precisely House was so happy. The reason had to do with House's new roommate, specifically Robert Chase. It wasn't the simple fact that Chase was staying with him, no; it was all the little perks of having the blonde Aussie staying with him.

For example, not two days ago, House got home to a clean apartment and the shower running. Boomer, of course, came running, hoping for attention. House, didn't give the little fur ball an ounce of the requested affection, but instead went to the kitchen to fetch himself a bottle of beer. As he stood, leaning against the counter, sipping at his bottle, he heard the shower stop. Not three minutes later Chase appeared, not noticing he had an audience, clad in nothing but a towel. House let out a long wolf whistle, gaining the blonde's attention. The Aussie looked up and let out a rather indignant sound, dropping his towel in surprise. The older man enjoyed the view to say the least, at least until a hand came and connected with his left cheek with a loud resounding slap.

Another example happened just last night. House had woken up with leg pains and had left his Vicodin on the coffee table. He groaned as he pulled himself into a standing position, wincing as his bad leg almost gave out beneath him. He limped painfully out of his bedroom and down the hall into the living room. He grabbed his beloved meds and drowned about half the bottle. He nearly jumped out of his skin hearing a soft voice whisper his name. He looked down to see Chase curled up on the couch, a pillow being smothered in his arms. The young doctor's face was scrunched up in annoyance; the cause of his annoyance was a loose strand of hair that was currently tickling his nose. Without thinking, House leaned down and brushed the strand out of the young man's face, but soon found himself running a hand through the soft, yet slightly greasy hair. When he pulled his hand away, Chase gave a soft sigh and snuggled into the pillow in his arms. House looked down as Boomer let out a loud meow. "Tell anyone you die…" House hissed, glaring at the cat before heading back to bed, Vicodin in hand.

House would never tell Wilson that he had a thing for Chase. That was between him and Steve. Why? Because knowing Wilson, he would gush over the fact that House was finally getting a heart. And House would be mortified if that happened. Well, not mortified, but as close to mortified as the shameless doctor could get.

"So I should be scared…" Wilson said, rubbing his temples.

"No, Not you… well, you should be scared of me regardless, or else it would disturb the delicate balance of the Hospital's ecosystem…" The older man said as he absentmindedly began tossing fries as a female doctor. When he finally hit her she turned and glared but House quickly pointed accusingly at Wilson, attempting to look innocent. The doctor looked at him before smiling and waving.

"You're insane…" Wilson muttered.

"More people would be dieing if I wasn't."

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Chase sighed as he opened the door to the apartment he now shared with House… well, House shared with him. He didn't pay the bills. As soon as the door closed, Boomer was at his feet, meowing in greeting. "Hey boomer…" Chase greeted back, kneeling down and petting the cat as he tried to head-butt the affectionate hand. "House's bike isn't here so he must still be at work…"

The young doctor walked into the living room to find a rather nasty surprise. House's couch was scratched all to hell. The blonde frowned and looked down at Boomer, who stared innocently back at him. "That's it… I'm setting up an appointment… Your nail's are being removed…" The cat tilted his head in confusion.

TWTB: So… House has a thing for Chase… but only House and Steve the rat know… And now that House's couch is gone, where will Chase sleep? And did Boomer really tear up the couch? Keep reading to find out! :3