Centum House x Chase

085 Spiral

For Chase, life around Gregory House was chaotic, stressful, and void of most important emotions. Foreman felt indignities, and Cameron was resentful. Eric was full of his intelligence and his knowledge and his belief that he had House figured out. Allison developed a strong dislike for authority (but only from House), and an even larger bleeding heart.

Chase remained the same. Following Greg, taking his insults, his scorn, his playful side when it tried to emerge.

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When they were treating Powell, at the lowest moment of the lows, there was a small moment of understanding. It was brief and it was cool, when House was filling the syringe with morphine and his eyes met Chase's, the last pair of three. Those half crazed and entirely intelligent eyes, steely and they dared him to leave.

Dared him, but he was rooted to the spot. He wouldn't (couldn't) leave like Eric and Allison. They had abandoned House. He was crazy and delusional and psychotic, and Rob knew that. He knew it. But all he would do was meet Greg's cold blue eyes, before turning to slide the glass door shut and pull the blinds closed.

Greg slid the needle in. Chase watched with bated breath as Powell drifted away, eyes sliding closed and mouth falling gently open. He stilled. Rob was suddenly exhausted. He opened his mouth to speak, and then House opened his.

And then in all went to shit. Here he had thought things were spiraling out of control before, and as House wheeled Powell out the door, he wanted to scream.

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Later Chase wondered how far House would fall. He had already slipped once and landed on a ledge half way down, and thought it was the bottom. Now that he's started climbing back up to the top of the cliff…how long will it take for him to get a running start and fall down the abyss properly? His leg was hurting again, but at least he had control. For now. How long would it last?

Rob made an incision into Powell's chest cavity, and went about the open lung biopsy before the rapid beeping started, signifying something was going wrong. As per usual.

Again, as per usual, House limped in, fixed the problem, and left again.

It was always touch and go. Off. On. Off. On. Find the problem. Fix the problem. Watch the problem evolve. Fix it again. And again. And again.

One day, the cycle would stop. Robert wasn't sure when and how and why, but he knew it would.

Everything ends.

Everything.

a.n/ All one hundred of these are dedicated to Lex, who started me going again on this fandom. Just as promised. 3