5
House flopped onto the couch noisily, a can of beer in his hand and a frown on his face.
"What did Cam-Cam want?"
Chase shook his head:
"She attacked me. With all that shit about me knowing she liked you and with something about moral issues, I didn't quite get that, I was too busy wishing it would be over sooner. For someone that can be so sweet to patients, she is a real bitch sometimes."
House smiled slightly. Chase was getting more ironic every day. Just like him. Maybe their "family life" was good for both of them.
"What did you tell her?"
"All the juicy details she wanted. How we make luuurve every morning, afternoon, evening and night. How I bake those cute heart-shaped cookies for you for every lunch time. How worried I was when you turned up late last night…And how you made up for that with your proclamation of genuine and eternal love." He smirked.
House snorted.
"Did she believe you?"
"She's jealous female doctor who seriously needs to get a life. Of course she believed me."
"Nice." Said House approvingly. He couldn't help but watch Chase out of the corner of his eye. The kid was sweet. Even if House hated him the most and was stuck in a drunken marriage with him, Chase was growing on him.
Over the past few days they didn't quite become friends (House still used every chance he got to trip Chase with his cane), but he couldn't help but feel attracted to Chase. He was, after all, the prettiest of his little ducklings.
***
"Chase? Can I talk to you?"
Chase groaned internally.
"Sure."
"So…You and House… What is happening? He hates you, doesn't he? And you hate him. That's how it was. That's how it is."
"No, Allison. That's how it WAS."
"BUT YOU'RE NOT GAY!"
"So what? You're not into crippled cynical old men either!"
"OH FUCK YOU!"
***
House watched Chase while the latter was sleeping. He looked like and angel. Eugh, he did not just think that! It was CHASE!!!
He took another swig of his bourbon and lay down. And the memories of that Vegas night came flooding back to him…