After hours clinic duty

~~~~ "Oh come on, you didn't even look; what if I was breaking down here in the corner, and you were to busy staring at my Aussie! How would you feel then?"

"Hmm, thats tough, but I'm pretty sure I would still feel like doing this," Derrick replied, then moved his gun forward so it was touching Chase's chest and motioned to his friend who pointed his gun at House. With another smile thrown House's way he moved toward the slightly shaking blonde doctor and stroked a finger down his cheek and leaned in, whispering, "I'm going to be doing a lot more then staring."~~~~~~

Chase closed his eyes for a second, mentally steading himself and concentrated on not flinching away from the finger. The cold steel placed against his chest reminded him that he would have to play along at least for now, getting shot was definitely not on his to-do list, or getting House shot for that matter. Still he couldn't help the fear that was coiling in his stomach, or the tremors that ran through his body; how far would this go? And god House was in here too, of all people he had to be stuck with; his boss. This wasn't going to end well, Chase decided, in fact this was going to end very badly. Another second passed and the voice of his assailant interrupted his musings, prompting another shiver which he hastily tried to suppress.

"Aww," The man said mockingly, "Is the pretty pretty doctor scared?" Before Chase could react, House's voice piped up from behind them.

"It's actually just your breath that's scaring him, don't blame him either, scared me too."

Mike took a threatening step forward in House's direction

"Oh don't worry, I'm sure your breath is just minty fresh." House 'smiled' in Mike's direction, though his eyes never left the scene in front of him. He met Chase's eye for a split second, but the other doctor quickly looked away. House frowned at that, they needed to somehow communicate and if Chase wouldn't look at him that might be difficult. But then the blonde was still pinned to the wall, by a gun held by a moron so maybe he would cut him some slack, for now... and there was Derrick talking again, didn't these two every shut up.

"I'm telling you again- stop interrupting, you can either shut up or we can shut you up, your choice."

House smirked, "Is the big man with the gun gonna hurt little old cripple me, thats just cold." Before he could start his next undoubtedly witty statement, Mike closed the gap between the two of them and swung his fist directly into House's face. The force of the blow knocked House out of his chair and his cane rolled out of his grip, stopping in front of Mike, who picked it up and started twirling it around. House followed it with his eyes, annoyed.

"I need that you know, floor here is kind of dirty wouldn't want to keep sitting on it, especially since you two can't seem to make up your tiny little min-"

Another punch came his way, and he was dazed for a second before recovering, and sneered up at Mike. He started whistling, pretending nonchalance, but his mind was working overtime trying to figure out a plan. Now he was a sitting duck, He couldn't move without his cane, hell he couldn't even get up without it; and after all the rolling and falling he had just done his leg was starting to hurt again, great. To make himself feel better he popped a few more Vicodin.

At that he saw Chase's eyes avert to him, noting the pills and probably guessing his leg was hurting. Derrick turned his head away from Chase for the first time since he had walked in and called to Mike, "hit him again, I'm sick of his cracks."

Mike moved to but before he could Chase spoke up, "No wait don't, just... leave him alone; I'm prettier, right?" Chase's voice was slightly broken but determined all the same.

House's jaw almost dropped, stupid self sacrificing people, now he would have to go and feel guilty and all that crap. Derrick laughed softly, dangerously, "That you are, but he has been talking oh so much, and my feelings... are incredibly hurt. Gonna kiss away the pain pretty?" Chase paled even more at that, "Well go ahead no one is stopping you or... you know I could give that self righteous bastard a good beating," He motioned towards House who was watching the scene before him with narrowed eyes but staying silent- Mike's gun still trained on him. Derrick lowered his gun seemingly confident that Chase wouldn't attempt any escapes with House unable to move, and continued talking, "That is what I came here for, it would certainly be a shame though, seeing as I could be devoting my time to, as you so helpfully pointed out, prettier subjects... more fun ones too, I'm sure." He brought his hand up again and began to stroke Chase's hair.

"So what will it be, it is really up to you," Derrick ran his down Chase's cheek and raised his chin so their eyes met. "Well, I'm waiting... Either you give a kiss, or I throw a punch," as he spoke he leaned in so he was whispering in Chase's ear, "and then I'll take a kiss."

Chase's eyes flitted to House for a second, the latter was staring at the spot directly above him refusing to meet his eyes. He didn't have much of a choice, either way he would have to succumb and at least this way one of them was kept as whole as possible, though Chase was pretty sure he was shattering quickly. Silently he inched his face forward, shut his eyes, and closed the gap between the two of them.

Soft lips met rough ones, and Chase found himself pushed up against the wall as the kiss deepend. Derrick pinned him in place with his body, still not breaking the kiss. Chase struggled to keep from hitting the man in front of him as he felt teeth biting his lips, bruising and taring them. Just as he felt like he was about to suffocate from the lack of air, Derrick finally pulled away. The man was grinning at him in a way that made him wish he was somewhere far, far away on some island paradise or something.

"Well, I'd say you've convinced me, that was quite a kiss," He licked his lips suggestively at the shivering young man, who looked away. Chase looked down, and raised his eyes in what he hoped was an unnoticeable movement and spared a look at House.

When the kiss had occurred, House had been momentarily flabbergasted, but that didn't fit well. He was House after all, and was never flabbergasted, so he settled on a different emotion- furious. This was his duckling after all, and he had nothing to do with any of this anyway. House hated people who involved others in their business. His hands were clenched in a fist, his knuckles were white, and his eyes were narrowed. He saw Chase look at him briefly after Derrick let up a bit, but he decided against meeting his eyes- it was bad enough as it was. As Derrick moved in to kiss Chase again, House looked away, there had to be a way out.

Derrick kissed Chase again, but this time the blond pulled back a bit, not allowing the tongue, aggressively pushing against his lips, entrance to his mouth. Derrick pulled away and backhanded Chase, causing an angry red welt to appear on his face and his hair to go flying across his face; a pained groan escaped his lips.

"Oh no, no, you started this, and now you are going to have to play right; what I say goes. Got it?" Then without warning he aggressively pushed Chase back into the wall, almost defiantly bruising his shoulders. He leaned in and licked across Chase's quivering lips, then pushed his tongue in, capturing Chase's mouth in another deep kiss. Chase almost gagged as he felt the tongue explore his mouth, licking through every inch it could find. He tried to imagine any other situation, but intermitent bits and nips prevented his mind from going to far. Blank was the best he could manage and even that was a struggle.

He shuddered as he felt hands moving up and down his chest, somewhere his mind made the connection that Derrick must have put down his gun, thankfully though the hands were still on top of his clothes. Still that was little mercy, they ran up and down his sides, and then reached behind him to stroke his back. Derrick ended the kiss but continued running his hands across Chase's body, "Mmm I can't wait to get rid of these annoying clothes," He muttered, and kissed Chase's swollen lips again. He removed the lab coat Chase was wearing and his fingers were at the hem of the blonde's shirt, ready to dive underneath, when a noise distracted him- again. He turned to Mike who looked equally as startled.

Mike had stopped watching House when Derrick had begun teasing Chase, and started to watch them instead. House had taken advantage of this opportunity hoping to catch both the gunmen unawares, since Mike was not watching and Derrick's gun lay on top of a cabinet beside him. Slowly he inched towards the chair he had been sitting on, and used the chair as leverage to hoist himself back to his feet, getting him to a less vulnerable position at least. Unfortunately as he moved to retrieve the cane that Mike had dropped, he had bumped into the medicine cabinet and some jars had clattered to the ground. Cursing, He turned to see both of the men now staring at him with angry looks, guns once again in hand- and Chase with now swollen red lips looking worriedly at the space above him. He pushed down another wave of- 'was it guilt?' Now was not the time to suddenly start experiencing human emotions dammit.

Another punch to his jaw sent him flailing, but he managed to hang onto the chair to keep from getting knocked back down to the ground. As he blinked a few times, he noticed that it was Derrick that had punched him this time and not Mike. Both men now had their backs to Chase, who quietly but quickly, crept behind Mike. He punched the back of Mike's head, unfortunately not knocking him out but making him fall slightly forward. Derrick whirled around and pointed his gun at Chase who froze. Mike recovered quickly and then angled his body so that he was facing everyone in the room, but extended his arm so his gun pointed at House. Derrick handed Mike his other gun, which was quickly pointed at Chase.

"So grown a backbone have we," He spat out angrily, Chase met his eyes somewhat defiantly but didn't move a muscle. Derrick came closer, and backhanded him yet again. Then he threw a punch at Chase who doubled over in pain. Roughly, Derrick pushed Chase back up and ripped all the buttons on the blonde's shirt. He smiled cruelly at the pain and fear evident in the bright blue-green eyes looking up at him, "You broke my rules, so I believe a punishment is in order..."