Talia was walking past the clean room, when she saw Chase in there with Sister Augustine. She couldn't go in but she was able to hear what he was saying thanks to the microphone vents. They were praying together - Chase was then explaining how he was in a monastery and he believed he had failed God due to what his father wanted and what he wanted. Talia understood his issue with nuns now - they brought back everything he wanted to forget, just like the babies in her case. Suddenly, Chase rushed onto the window and knocked on the glass.
"Can we have some help in here?! She's going into respiratory distress!" he shouted. Talia turned around and alerted Foreman and Cameron before the glass door opened and they attempted to suit up. "Seriously! She's dying get in here, forget the procedure!" They ran in anyway.
"We have to intubate," Talia muttered, slowly putting the tube down the sister's throat. "I'm in." Chase pumped the air in.
"How did that happen when she's in a damn clean room?" Foreman asked, confused.
…
"Dr Chase, can I talk to you, for a second?" Cuddy called Chase into her office. Chase frowned slightly but came in anyway.
"Sure, what's up?"
"I just wanted to know what's going on with you and Talia," Cuddy told him simply, sitting behind her desk again. Chase couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly at this.
"There is just no privacy in this hospital, is there?" he muttered, but sighed afterwards. "I don't know what's going on. I haven't spoken to her about it."
"Maybe that's what's going on," Cuddy shrugged, her thick black hair bouncing on her shoulders. "Just a lack of communication."
"In all seriousness, we've only been together for around a week. I haven't even kissed her yet. I mean, it's just a rough patch, I guess," Chase began. "Yet for some reason I feel like all I've been getting from people is marriage counselling. Alone." Cuddy smiled at this, understanding.
"The only reason everyone cares so much is one, it feels like we're in a soap opera, two, because we don't want this to affect your work," she finally explained. "We love you and Talia together. It clearly ticks house off and anything that manages to annoy that man is okay with me!" Chase laughed at this, the first laugh he had done in ages. Cuddy gave him a nod implying that he could go, but when Chase turned around, something made him want to turn back around again, so he did.
"But…if I were to get some form of counselling," he said quietly. "What do I do?" Cuddy raised her eyebrows.
"Well – given that you have no idea what's wrong with her, perhaps you should ask her first. If she honestly doesn't tell you, just go to her dad. House always seems to guess what's wrong because he is all so powerful," she advised him, which allowed Chase to nod at this.
….
Talia was sitting in the chapel, tired. She had no idea why she felt so rubbish today but she did. The chapel was peaceful and silent until she heard the door quietly creak open and she felt a presence next to her allowing her to realise Chase just came in. "Do you always come in here?" he asked her quietly. Talia smiled to herself after hearing his voice again, but this time not raised over five billion decibels.
"I try to," she answered. "Sometimes I need God."
"Same," Chase nodded slowly. "Same."
"I'm just tired, Chase," Talia admitted, holding her head in her hands and she hated herself as she felt her eyes welling up with tears.
"Tee," Chase began, his voice now soft. "What's going on? I don't mean with the baby thing...I mean with us." Talia shook her head, the tears now officially there.
"It was the baby thing that started this. Chase, when I was younger I has a really unfortunate situation and I got pregnant - at first I didn't want the baby but after that I did. I began buying the baby stuff and even my mum was excited but..." Talia was now crying fully, Chase feeling even worse as he brought her close to him, one arm around her and her face buried in his chest. "The baby died but I had to give birth to her and-" Chase shook his head, not able to hear anymore.
"Don't...Talia I'm so sorry...this is why I needed you to tell me this beforehand..." he whispered, rubbing her arms, both of his arms around her this time.
"But Chase then you ignored me and I don't get why?" Talia sniffed, not moving her head, relieved that this was now getting sorted.
"B-because I felt bad. I felt like I let you down...you were trusting me to save the baby and I couldn't and I know it wasn't my fault but..." Chase broke off. Talia gasped.
"Oh Chase no I'm sorry I didn't-"
"No stop, it's not your fault..." Chase shook his head quickly. "I'm the one that's sorry. If I went through what you did I would be in the same position so please, don't. Obviously you have to know, that things get complicated in hospitals, you have to get used to death, I'm afraid." Talia groaned and huddled deeper into his chest as Chase stroked her back in large circles.
"I know. It's usually just babies that I have something against but anyway…next time we should tell each other," Talia decided, now very comfortable in his arms. Chase looked her straight in the eye and gently placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face, tilting it up slightly.
"I'm sorry," Chase repeated softly, honestly meaning it. Talia smiled, even though it was rather watery.
"So am I," she whispered as Chase came closer and eventually, met her lips for a soft but almost passionate kiss. They broke apart and leant their foreheads against each other's, laughing quietly at themselves grinning like idiots, Chase's hands still tangled in Talia's hair. "You know that was our first kiss as an official couple, right?" Talia asked dreamily. "And it was in a chapel…ironic."
"I am well aware," Chase murmured, his lips barely moving as he leant in again. Suddenly, his pager went off and he groaned. "That would be your father."
"Might as well go and see what he wants." Talia stood up and Chase did too, following her out as they bumped straight into Wilson.
"Wow, you two look happy," he began.
"We are," Talia smiled at Chase, who smirked at her and shook his head.
"Brilliant - um I think House was trying to get hold of you, Chase - the nuns are in fact gone," Wilson informed him, as Chase raised his eyebrows.
"Why would House have to specifically tell me that?" he asked.
"Don't ask me," Wilson held up his hands.
"House believes that you have something against them, remember?" Talia gently reminded him. Chase suddenly nodded.
"Right," he muttered. "Well that's nice of him." Wilson nodded and checked his own pager, politely excusing himself to leave. Chase turned to Talia.
"We have to go," he sighed, flicking Talia's hair from her eyes.
"I know - I don't really want to though," Talia mumbled. Chase grinned and gently pushed her forward to start her walking. They made their way into the dimly lit office that House was in, throwing his ball against the wall.
"Oh there's the lovebirds," House yawned, stretching slightly. "I take it that everything's sorted?"
"Yes," Talia sighed heavily.
"Well, Talia, you better get ready to show Chase off," House nodded quickly.
"To who?" Chase blinked quickly.
"To her mother," House stared them both in the eye. Talia choked on the oxygen she was currently breathing.
"Come again?"
"Your mother, is a patient, in this hospital – and we have her case."
A/N: HELLO
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