Fandom: House MD
Rating: K+
Author's note: Set shortly after Chase started his fellowship, long before any other Ducklings are there. Just a answer to Scribes Challenge to write a fic with the sentence: "I'm going to hurt you.". And a little explanation on why no one ever complains about Chase gnawing on all the pencils.
Warnings: Pure, pointless fluff. And not beta-ed so beware spelling errors and/or typos.
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"I'm going to hurt you." Chase gave a startled jerk dropping the pencil from his mouth and looked at House wide eyed.
House almost laughed at the deer in the headlights look his new Intensiveist was giving him.
"What?" Chase managed to squeak.
"I said I'm going to hurt you." House repeated intensifying his scowl.
"... why?"
House pointed at the pencil Chase had just dropped. "That! Is there a single object in this lounge that you haven't gnawed and drooled on? It's like having a puppy! Nothing is safe from your mouth!"
"Um...I'm sorry?"
"Sorry doesn't give me anything to write with that's not covered in British drool and teeth marks!"
"...I'm Australian."
House glared.
"Erm. I'll buy new ones?" Chase offered hesitantly.
"Well ok then. Carry on masticating the writing implements. Just stay away from my markers!" House said turning and limping back into his office.
Chase sat blinking for several seconds before he started laughing. This was turning out to be one crazy fellowship. He couldn't wait to see what House would say or do next!
The End.