Sorry for the shortness and lateness, but my writing skills detoriated after writing ten pages straight for that blasted writing contest. I kind of rewrote thischapter a million times and couldn't pick out a proper plot so I kind of stole one from the tv show Grey's Anatomy. HeheHappy Easter.
blasphamy6669: Aw, I'm just torturing Chase so we can all give him hugs in the end.
felixgirl:hehe, I get sidetracked a lot especially when I write. Inspiration hits meat eleven at night every day,however I have to be in bed by11:30 on school days. Andyes, everybody needs an addiction to something. Chase's happen to be chocolate. (grin)
KatieMalfoy19: I thought about Chase cutting but then it didn't really jib with me all that well so no he isn't gonna cut. And I'massuming your referring to the notebook, he kind of has this guilt thing which you see more of as the story progresses. And thankz.
Rubix-Complex: Aw thankz, grammer was always a weak spot for me due to the fact most of my teachers don't know how to spell. (hehe)
isheebishee: That's what we writers do, keep the audience guessing.
Firetop: Mwhahaha, I have a problem with notebooks too. You should see all the little 'I hate you, homework.' notes in it. And thank you, I didn't want to make Chase seem god-like even though he already is.
IcEcReAm69: Thankyou and no it's not a cutter fic, it didn't jib with me when I thought of a problem Chase would have. And the bulimia thing...hm...I already have a secret all picked out I wonder if I can incoporate that somehow. (cackles madly)
purplesquint: Ohhhh crap, I wonder how many times I did that.
Thankz to all whoreviewed, but you know you want to review some more. Enjoy!
Shadowed Guilt: Chapter Nine Nightmare
House was currently stuck in the clinic for the latter part of the afternoon, apparently Cuddy had changed her mind about cutting a deal. He swears he had nothing to do with not treating Mr Rich-Guy-With-A-Bimbo-Wife quickly enough. As he sat there listening to a patient moan about an upset stomach, House came up with conspiracy theories which vividly involved Mr Reichs blowing up the hospital in a rage. Twirling his cane, he didn't even bother hiding the enormous yawn coming out of his mouth. The patient didn't notice and continued listing more synonyms for belly ache. He always wondered why people thought they knew what was wrong with themselves when in fact they knew diddly squat. Unable to listen to the irritating whine any longer he grabbed his pad of paper and wrote the scientific term for tum tums. Ripping it off he grabbed the doorknob, "I'll just be a moment."
Limping to the pharmacy off to one side of the clinic he thrust the sheet of paper under the pharmacist's nose, House didn't like this woman, she never let him fill his own vicodin prescriptions. She grabbed it and raised an eyebrow, she wisely did not say a word. Putting them in an orange pill bottle, House gave her a glare and returned to the whining patient. Throwing it at the patient he growled, "Take one whenever your tummy starts to ache."
"And if they don't work?" the man asked.
"Then come back and I'll prescribe something stronger." House answered and left.
"Mr Jordan Cartier." House called out as he flipped open a random file in the file bin.
Without even looking at the next patient he limped into exam room five. "Now." House said closing the blinds, "Tell the wise man your prob-" he broke off horrified.
Mr Cartier was looking at him imploringly, blue eyes striking blue. House noted the dark blonde hair and the sharp lean angles of Cartier's face. House's eyes were drawn to the crotch of Cartier's pants, it was straining to the seams. "Um..." House said for a loss of words, "What's wrong with the erection?"
"It won't go away." Cartier replied sullenly.
House sighed and sat, "Taken any little blue pills lately?"
"I make a point to avoid stuff like that."
"Even by accident?"
"I wouldn't know. I have to ask my latest one night stand, she might've had some in her apartment." Cartier replied flicking a dark blonde strand away from his face, "Hey maybe you know her. She's a doctor here I think. Dr Cameron? Do you know her?"
House who had just started drinking out of a bottle of pop, spat it all back out in surprise, "W-what?"
"Dr Cameron was my latest one night stand, I was wondering if you knew her." Cartier said slowly as if he was talking to a very slow child.
"Just a minute." House replied, an evil grin crossed his face as he rolled the wheelie chair to the phone that was on the other side of the room, "Paging Dr Cameron for a consult in exam room five." his tone serious, inside however was a different matter.
A minute or two later the door opened and Cameron stepped in, "Dr House." she acknowledged, "What seems to be the problem?"
Cameron had not turned once to the patient and the patient hadn't even tried to attract Cameron's attention. "Well." House said banging his staff against the arm rest of his chair, "I met one of your old friends and I thought that maybe you'd like to treat him yourself."
Cameron's eyebrows furrowed and she turned, "Jordan?" she gasped in disbelief.
"Allison, darling." Cartier replied as if he didn't have an embarrassing predicament at hand.
House stayed quiet and blended into the background, or as much as he could. Cameron sat down faintly, obviously she didn't want to see her random one night stand again. "Why are you here?"
Cartier smiled sheepishly, "This morning when I left I was fine. Two hours later, I met with a...client."
'Ohhhh.' House thought, 'Man-whore, interesting.'
"But I ejaculated and that was it, not two seconds after I was hard again and have been ever since. I've tried mas-"
"Enough." Cameron said holding up her hands.
Cartier stopped and waited patiently, or as patiently as he could with a very uncomfortable circumstance. Cameron pursed her lips and glared at House, "Out."
"But this is so much fun to watch." House said.
"Go." Cameron said firmly, she nearly resembled Cuddy right there and then.
Grumbling House left, as the door started to shut he stuck the tip of his cane in it so it didn't close all the way. Leaning against the wall immediately right of the door he whistled slightly as a couple of patients passed. "Why did you come to this hospital?" Cameron sounded agitated.
"Well I knew you were going to be working here and here you are."
"But...I..." Cameron trailed off, "I'll solve your little problem, but you are not to embarrass me in front of my colleagues. Got that?"
"What more do I want then a strict woman in my life?" a smirk could be hear in Cartier's voice.
"You be quiet." Cameron said, a sort of affection colouring her voice.
"Yes, ma'am."
House limped away and was in the next room examining a patient with a small cold before Cameron led Cartier upstairs to a hospital bed.
oOoOo
Three painstaking clinic hours later, House could be found in his office with his feet propped up and bobbing his head to soothing jazz music. A knock came from the glass door, holding up a hand at the person who had just walked in House finished his song before opening his eyes to see Chase with the results of the PPD test in one hand. The young doctor's eyes were bloodshot from another sleepless night, his hair hung in front of his face and looked as dejected as Chase did. "You look like crap." House summarized.
"Glad you noticed." Chase said handing over the file, "Mr Reichs' PPD test was positive for TB. I have him in isolation and I've started him on rifatar."
"Ohhh, is the hospital getting cheap again?" House asked.
Chase dropped exhaustedly into one of the uncomfortably low chairs surrounding House's desk, "It's isonizad, rifampin, and pyrazinamide combined into one pill. They're just making it easier for the patient to swallow only one pill instead of three."
"The hospital is still getting cheap." House argued, "Why would they invent such medicine if not to cut down on the cost of making them and upping the cost the patient has to pay for them."
"It's not that expensive." Chase yawned.
"Where's Cameron?" House asked changing the subject.
"I don't know. Settling her new patient I suppose." Chase said lazily leaning back, "I can't believe she's treating a guy with a broken penis."
House snorted and spun around in his chair a couple of times, "What about Foreman?"
Frowning a bit Chase contemplated the question, "Running tests I think."
"You think?"
"I think." Chase stated with finality in his tone.
"It's been like what two days since I told Foreman to run tests on our patient."
"Tests take time." Chase said.
"Not that much time." House grumbled.
Chase shook his head and rested it on the back of his chair, closing his eyes he let out a sigh, "Why don't you go bother him and find out what exactly he's doing?"
"Nah." House said after a moment's silence, "You're more fun to irritate."
"Oh I feel loved." Chase lifted a tired arm to rest on his brow.
House regarded Chase and the way his whole body sagged to the floor, "Go away, I think a rerun of the OC is starting anytime soon."
He peeked at House from under his arm and got up slowly, without a word he left to go take a nap in the ICU lounge. Curling up on the lumpy surface of a gurney they placed out for the intensivists to crash on, Chase turned his back to the world and let out a breath as he slipped away into the land of dreams...and nightmares...
oOoOo
Chase winced as a bright light was shone in his face, he was standing stiff shouldered on a polished wooden floor. Raising an arm he tried to cover his eyes and hopefully make out some sort of object that would clue him into where he was. All he knew was he was on some sort of stage and that there was a possibility that people were staring down at him. Footsteps echoed from behind him, Chase whirled around, suddenly weak kneed Chase sank to the floor. He saw the imposing face of his late father, eyes staring down at him from his beak like nose, mouth stern and frowning. "So." Chase flinched, "This is my son. My only son. A disappointment to all of man kind and doctors."
Rowan Chase knelt before his son, who raised his head to meet Rowan's cold eyes, "Couldn't even ask one standard question. You could've saved her life, son." he spat out the last word as if it fouled his mouth, "You could've saved your mother, me, Elena..."
Chase felt tears gather in his eyes and he clasped his ears as laughter ricocheted from the audience, "Stop it. Please stop it."
"You brought this on yourself boy." Rowan smirked as his eyes became empty sockets, "You filthy coward. I'm surprised that inferior doctor House hasn't fired you yet, maybe he's just playing with you like a little kid would with an ant."
"No, no, no." Chase cried, "It's not true."
"How do you know?" Rowan laughed, "Do you seriously think House would keep you as a precious lap dog after what you did? Quit fooling yourself. No one cares about your pathetic problems and they never will." his face detoriated and the stench of death filled Chase's airspace.
Chase shook his head violently and he rocked himself like a little child. Gin flooded into Chase's nostrils, "Mum?"
A sharp slap echoed in the darkening room, drunken laughter filled the air and a stumbling step forward. "Get up." she screeched kicking him hard in the ribs, "Give mummy a hug."
Shaking, Chase did as he was told. Embracing the bones that had once been his mother, Chase's tears leaked, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
oOoOo
The shrill beeping of his pager caused Chase to jolt out of his nightmare, sweating he brushed the back of his hand over his eyes and felt the wetness there. His face hidden Chase checked the lounge and sighed in relief, getting shakily to his feet he dodged into the nearest bathroom. Seconds later he came out looking refreshed, his eyes clear and the shaking stopped. For now.