Chapter 4
AN- Just a note for any readers who are offended by slash… the current couple in the lead is House/Chase. You still have time to vote but not much longer so get cracking
Also I forgot to add Cuddy to the list of possible suitors for Chase/Chris so, if that tickles your fancy tell me about it!
One more note then I swear I'm done- All of the characters and powers are the same as in my other story Charmed the Next Generation so, if anyone would like more information read the character profiles.
Disclaimer- I do not own House MD or Charmed
Chase bid a swift goodbye to his co-workers and walked into an abandoned hall into an empty patient room and closed the door silently behind him, his icy blue eyes did a quick scan of the hallway to make sure a certain pesky employer hadn't followed him out, then remembering that House had left early that day. He closed his eyes briefly before he focused on his apartment, he rarely drove to the hospital preferring to orb. Orbing, a White lighters best friend is a way to teleport magically, feeling more pleasing to the average person then its darker counterparts it is the most widely chosen method of transport for witches. He felt the recognizable tickle of the blue and white lights that surrounded him as he appeared back in his bedroom in his apartment, the apartment itself wasn't well decorated or coordinated. But, Chase would admit it had a great view. He moved to a cushy arm chair by the window and closed his eyes and let his mind drift to two years ago when he became Robert Chase.
The room was dark with a single chess piece placed in the middle of the dark abyss, beside it sat two men. One with shaggy brown hair and charming grey eyes that added to his lean, debonair look. The other man was tall and sickly, pail with jet black hair and eyes, this man's name was Death.
"Your move Chris," Death said smoothly causing Chris to jump, when they played chess the often talked about other things, like the upcoming war that his brother hoped to start, or interesting people who were going to die.
Chris looked considering at the board when Death started talking, "I have a death you might be interested in."
"What?" Chris said looking up sharply, adding an "anyone I know?"
"No, nothing like that dear boy, I just happened to know of someone who will die in approximately a month, he will most likely be alone when It happens…"Death said taking advantage of Chris's distracted look to subtly move a piece to a more advantageous position, "His name is Robert Chase, going to graduate from medical school soon."
"What a shame," Chris said back not quite getting Death's message.
"Well a month is plenty of time to learn a person's mannerisms and a good doctor is always useful in the States…"
"You aren't suggesting…" Chris said looking into Death's pitch black eyes that pierced his soul.
"Suggesting what? Oh and dear boy, it's still your move," Death said his black eyes twinkled lightly.
LATER…
Chris wished he could say he was proud of what his was doing he had been following Robert Chase for a month now learning that his personality is much like his own, and his mannerisms were easy to pick up. So one day, a Wednesday if Chris wasn't mistaken Chase had been reviewing medical papers when he suddenly felt a blinding headache, an aneurism. Instant death if he didn't get a doctor immediately. But every time he tried to grab the phone it seemed to inch further and further away, until he finally slipped into blissful darkness. And suddenly he was awake again! Looking down at his own dead body, when a man in the corner with brown hair looked at him with sadness, and whispered,
This identity I wish to take,
Knowledge is his head as well,
To be him, I must fake,
No personal gain would be swell.
Chris looked at the paper that he had written the hastily mediocre spell on, then he felt a major head rush of all the information the late Robert Chase possessed. Once the rush of information had ceased Chris looked at the man lying stone cold on the floor closed his eyes and he felt his body shrink a few inches, his formally skinny pale body tanning and filling out with muscle. When he opened his icy blue eyes, and looked at the spirit of the man from whom he had stolen an identity, he murmured,
"I'm sorry," and with that walked out of the room not to be seen again as Chris Hallowell for three years.
He had apparently at some point fallen asleep and his beeper was now going off, he glanced at his beeper and he saw Cameron's number. He groaned and glanced at his clock languidly and started when it read 10:45am.
"Oh shit!" he yelled throwing cloths on carelessly.
He knew he didn't have time for driving to work and to be quite honest he only did it occasionally, he closed his eyes and pictured a place he knew was always empty, the same room he had used yesterday. He quickly materialized and ran down the hallway to the Diagnostic Department room slowing down to catch his breath so hewouldn't look like a complete idiot when he walked into the room.
"Hello," Chase said casually, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the coat hanger that stood in the corner.
"And why are you so late," House asked in a sing song voice.
"Decided to go with a quickie before I came to work," Chase said wryly sitting in his usual chair not noticing House's almost wince.
"We don't have any patients today anyway," Cameron said reading a medical journal.
They sat in silence for a while, each doing something hobby related when Dr. Lisa Cuddy walked in her usual work attire, a tight grey skirt and a low cut black top, he curley hair perfectly styled. Her confidant sway of hips, could easily give younger women an inferiority complex.
"Chase, I have some people In my office who want to meet you," Cuddy said smiling at Chase kindly.
"Did they say who is?"
"Yes, a woman by the name of Phyera and Melinda Halliwell," she said still smiling maternally at Chase.
"Thank you, I'll be there in a moment," Chase said calmly walking out of the room.