Chapter two... kind of a filler chapter, but necessary...
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Chapter Two: Delight
Chase arrived late yet again. House was pointing to the white board, where he had just added "fever" to a long list of symptoms. House said nothing, but Cameron looked over curiously.
They began bouncing ideas back and forth, but Chase was day dreaming. House was his boyfriend! That meant going out on dates together, as a couple!
Chase was far away, with a dazed expression on his face. House continued, trying his very best to ignore Chase. Finally, Cameron spoke up.
"Are you all right Chase?" Chase nodded his head absently.
"What, did you find a lover last night?" teased Foreman, a rare occurance.
Chase's face flared like a stop sign. "No!" Now House was trying not to stab him with his cane.
"Put her on antibiotics and see what happens," he managed in a normal voice, trying to avert attention back on the patient. He left for his office.
Foreman went off to follow instructions, but Cameron rounded on Chase, who was still moving in slow motion.
"You haven't changed clothes," she accused. Chase blinked owlishly.
"Pardon?" Cameron rolled her eyes impatiently.
"It's painted all over your face. You had sex last night." Chase's face went from confusion to disbelief.
"You're way off," he replied truthfully. Cameron frowned.
"Well then, you were at someone's house. Why didn't you change your clothes?"
"Maybe I didn't feel like it," he said, sounding like a preschooler.
Cameron was getting annoyed. "Whatever." She stormed off. Chase watched her go.
He wasn't really sure what to do next. He swapped his coat for the white lab coat in the corner. Spying a metallic glint, he remembered the house key. House's house key.
He chuckled lowly at the awful pun. I suppose I should return it, he thought.
House was staring into space when he got there.
"Uh... your key," Chase said, holding it up when he stepped inside.
"It's yours."
"Ah? I- my own key?" Chase's eyes glistened, and House sighed in exasperation.
"Oh, you fag, just get out."
"Thank you!" returned Chase, brandishing the key like it was a trophy.
"Stop it with the sappy stuff!" Chase turned to leave with a goofy grin in place. He felt something heavy hit the back of his head.
Looking down, he saw House's ball lying on the ground. House himself was looking in the other direction with an "I'm an angel" look on his face.
But Chase was in such a good mood, he just laughed, practically skipping out of the office.
House let his head whack down onto his desk. Whatever had he gotten himself into?