Sharing a Breath
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G through L › House
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,514
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own House, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sharing a Breath
Title: Sharing a Breath
Warnings: Nothing for this chapter. Eventual rape, abuse, and all the H/C you can handle.
Rating: This chapter - PG The whole thing will be NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from House and I make no money off of writing the smut that should be in every episode.
Summary: Tritter exacts a revenge that House never sees coming.
Gregory House had made it through unscathed. He still had his Vicodin and Tritter had been forced to let the situation go.
Of course he could have felt a bit bad about leaving the man to sit with a thermometer up his ass, but he figured it was proper penance for the man trying to tell him how to do his job.
House was more than just a clinician. He was a brilliant diagnostician and little pissy things like rashes were diagnosed properly and treated in the blink of an eye.
But nobody cared that he did his job well. They wanted him to be nice about it and the whole thing sickened him.
He didn’t feel his job required niceness. He had the three ass-kissers for that. Foreman was there to take care of criminals and lost, but hopeful youths. He hadn’t figured out who he related to better yet.
Cameron was the person who wanted to fix everything so the whiners and pitiful ones went to her. She got to play the hero to some and blame House for his distant behavior as well. It was a win/win situation since the patient usually took up so much of her time that House didn’t have to avoid her as much. He wondered if she realized how truly creepy she was.
Sitting back in his chair, the third and youngest of his team came into his view. Sitting there, chewing his damned pencil like it was the magical fruit of the land, was Dr. Robert Chase.
House enjoyed this immensely. He would stare at the wombat through glass while Chase was distracted and still manage to pull his attention away. He had never met someone with skills like that. Even he had trouble sometimes knowing he was being watched.
Within half a minute it began. Chase would roll one of his shoulders and stretch his neck as if getting uncomfortable in his own skin. Then he’d close his eyes and take a deep breath. Pretty soon he’d be rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
House was nearly to the point where Chase would toss down his puzzle book and go for something to drink just to move when House’s instincts let him in on the sensation he, too, was being watched.
Dammit, Cameron….you’re ruining my ‘torture Chase’ time.
He turned toward his door with a petulant glare and stopped when he saw his observer.
Tritter stood there with his hands in his pockets and had a grin on his face that reminded House of a cat that had just caught its prey.
House kept eye contact for a bit and watched Tritter walk away. He blew out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and sat up. The feeling in the pit of his stomach told him something significant had just happened, but he couldn’t figure what.
He checked the area to make sure there were no pills sitting around in Tritter’s sight and, when satisfied he was safe, closed his eyes and tried to think of what Tritter could have found that would satisfy him enough to not come in and gloat to him about it.
An arrogant Tritter, House could handle. But this silent stalker Tritter was another story and he didn’t like not knowing what was coming for him. The worst part is it wasn’t something involving the legal system. That chapter was closed.
The hospital was safe because Cuddy had covered her perfectly rounded ass well. So what was it?
House opened his eyes, stood, and limped over toward the window between rooms to see Chase talking to a nurse. He didn’t look happy, but his anger and frustration weren’t directed at the nurse.
He frowned, wondering what had upset his wombat this time. That’s when he let himself remember his previous thoughts. What was Robert Chase good for? What cases did he throw to the Australian?
House contemplated that for a few minutes and then nodded his head with the clarity. He gave him the ones that required kindness. Chase was a master of being kind. There was no pity in it, like with Cameron. And there was no feeling you were being told what to do, like with Foreman. No, Chase just did his job and put people at ease while he did it.
His thoughts were interrupted by Cameron who walked in just to tell Chase to relax and leave the nurse alone. The nurse and Chase both looked at her like she was an idiot and left.
Cameron, in turn, looked around the empty room and pouted, her gaze finally coming to rest on House standing there in his office.
House sighed, realizing he’d been caught, and walked into the room.
“Test results?”
Cameron frowned. “From what?”
“The patient, unless you have something you want to share with me…little mama.” He batted his eyes and tried to look charming.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not pregnant.”
“Oh? It would have explained your mood swings so well.”
She sat down in her chair, obviously annoyed. “We don’t have a patient right now anyway.”
“I knew that. I’m just trying to figure out why you’re here if you know that. I’m tired of watching the three of you traipse off to various wings of this hospital with no regards to my feelings. I’m alone and I need a friend.” He sat next to her and held out his hand for her to grasp.
She tilted her head and studied him for a moment, waiting for the punch line. When none came, she smiled sympathetically and reached out to grasp his hand.
He snatched it away and smirked. “You’re really gullible, you know that?”
“And you’re a jerk!” Her face reddened and she crossed her arms over her chest.
“At least I know what I am. What you are is a lazy doctor. Go find me a patient!” He stood up. “I really am getting bored.”
She glanced at the clock and shook her head. “Your clinic duty started an hour ago. Why are you here?”
“Because you’re covering it for me.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What? Why?”
“Because you’re not doing anything. I checked. Foreman is busting his ass in neurology and Chase is doing whatever Chase is doing. That leaves you.”
“They’re your clinic hours.”
“Yes, but Chase asked for a consult so I have to go.”
“How did he do that? I just saw him leave.”
“Telepathy.” He walked out, leaving Cameron pissed off.
But in a few moments, she sighed and headed downstairs to cover House’s clinical hours wondering how he inspired such loyalty.
TBC...
Warnings: Nothing for this chapter. Eventual rape, abuse, and all the H/C you can handle.
Rating: This chapter - PG The whole thing will be NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from House and I make no money off of writing the smut that should be in every episode.
Summary: Tritter exacts a revenge that House never sees coming.
Gregory House had made it through unscathed. He still had his Vicodin and Tritter had been forced to let the situation go.
Of course he could have felt a bit bad about leaving the man to sit with a thermometer up his ass, but he figured it was proper penance for the man trying to tell him how to do his job.
House was more than just a clinician. He was a brilliant diagnostician and little pissy things like rashes were diagnosed properly and treated in the blink of an eye.
But nobody cared that he did his job well. They wanted him to be nice about it and the whole thing sickened him.
He didn’t feel his job required niceness. He had the three ass-kissers for that. Foreman was there to take care of criminals and lost, but hopeful youths. He hadn’t figured out who he related to better yet.
Cameron was the person who wanted to fix everything so the whiners and pitiful ones went to her. She got to play the hero to some and blame House for his distant behavior as well. It was a win/win situation since the patient usually took up so much of her time that House didn’t have to avoid her as much. He wondered if she realized how truly creepy she was.
Sitting back in his chair, the third and youngest of his team came into his view. Sitting there, chewing his damned pencil like it was the magical fruit of the land, was Dr. Robert Chase.
House enjoyed this immensely. He would stare at the wombat through glass while Chase was distracted and still manage to pull his attention away. He had never met someone with skills like that. Even he had trouble sometimes knowing he was being watched.
Within half a minute it began. Chase would roll one of his shoulders and stretch his neck as if getting uncomfortable in his own skin. Then he’d close his eyes and take a deep breath. Pretty soon he’d be rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
House was nearly to the point where Chase would toss down his puzzle book and go for something to drink just to move when House’s instincts let him in on the sensation he, too, was being watched.
Dammit, Cameron….you’re ruining my ‘torture Chase’ time.
He turned toward his door with a petulant glare and stopped when he saw his observer.
Tritter stood there with his hands in his pockets and had a grin on his face that reminded House of a cat that had just caught its prey.
House kept eye contact for a bit and watched Tritter walk away. He blew out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and sat up. The feeling in the pit of his stomach told him something significant had just happened, but he couldn’t figure what.
He checked the area to make sure there were no pills sitting around in Tritter’s sight and, when satisfied he was safe, closed his eyes and tried to think of what Tritter could have found that would satisfy him enough to not come in and gloat to him about it.
An arrogant Tritter, House could handle. But this silent stalker Tritter was another story and he didn’t like not knowing what was coming for him. The worst part is it wasn’t something involving the legal system. That chapter was closed.
The hospital was safe because Cuddy had covered her perfectly rounded ass well. So what was it?
House opened his eyes, stood, and limped over toward the window between rooms to see Chase talking to a nurse. He didn’t look happy, but his anger and frustration weren’t directed at the nurse.
He frowned, wondering what had upset his wombat this time. That’s when he let himself remember his previous thoughts. What was Robert Chase good for? What cases did he throw to the Australian?
House contemplated that for a few minutes and then nodded his head with the clarity. He gave him the ones that required kindness. Chase was a master of being kind. There was no pity in it, like with Cameron. And there was no feeling you were being told what to do, like with Foreman. No, Chase just did his job and put people at ease while he did it.
His thoughts were interrupted by Cameron who walked in just to tell Chase to relax and leave the nurse alone. The nurse and Chase both looked at her like she was an idiot and left.
Cameron, in turn, looked around the empty room and pouted, her gaze finally coming to rest on House standing there in his office.
House sighed, realizing he’d been caught, and walked into the room.
“Test results?”
Cameron frowned. “From what?”
“The patient, unless you have something you want to share with me…little mama.” He batted his eyes and tried to look charming.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not pregnant.”
“Oh? It would have explained your mood swings so well.”
She sat down in her chair, obviously annoyed. “We don’t have a patient right now anyway.”
“I knew that. I’m just trying to figure out why you’re here if you know that. I’m tired of watching the three of you traipse off to various wings of this hospital with no regards to my feelings. I’m alone and I need a friend.” He sat next to her and held out his hand for her to grasp.
She tilted her head and studied him for a moment, waiting for the punch line. When none came, she smiled sympathetically and reached out to grasp his hand.
He snatched it away and smirked. “You’re really gullible, you know that?”
“And you’re a jerk!” Her face reddened and she crossed her arms over her chest.
“At least I know what I am. What you are is a lazy doctor. Go find me a patient!” He stood up. “I really am getting bored.”
She glanced at the clock and shook her head. “Your clinic duty started an hour ago. Why are you here?”
“Because you’re covering it for me.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What? Why?”
“Because you’re not doing anything. I checked. Foreman is busting his ass in neurology and Chase is doing whatever Chase is doing. That leaves you.”
“They’re your clinic hours.”
“Yes, but Chase asked for a consult so I have to go.”
“How did he do that? I just saw him leave.”
“Telepathy.” He walked out, leaving Cameron pissed off.
But in a few moments, she sighed and headed downstairs to cover House’s clinical hours wondering how he inspired such loyalty.
TBC...