Double-Drabble 67: Close Encounter
Chase and Cameron were laying in a heap on his bed in a pool of white satin sheets, having had a huge pillow and tickle fight. Chase had won and made her sniff his socks. She was totally disgusted by such an idea, but did it anyways. Cameron's laugh made a foolish, lustful grin appear on Robbie's face.
It was past three in the hot, humid summer morning when a faint whisper woke Chase. His blue eyes scanned for the source of noise and realized it wasn't Cameron in her sleep. He saw a vague shape emerge through the open window and it was suddenly looking much like a human being, but made of silvery air.
He closed his eyes, pretending he didn't see it, pretending he was tired or dizzy. However, it looked just like House, and this he could not pretend. The ghost whispered, "Love her for me." Chase was shuddering, feeling the warmth of the summer air disappear just like the lost soul did.
It was odd how the thing did not wake Cameron at all.
Hours before Cuddy had called him to tell him that House and Wilson had died in a train wreck, Chase knew.
