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G through L › House
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
8,493
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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House is not mine and I make no profit from this.
Part 1
"Honestly, House, do we have to do this differential with you half-way across the room?"
"Yes."
"I think she meant, 'why do we have to do it with you half-way across the room?'," Foreman spoke for his colleague, while also somewhat curious for himself.
"How incredibly rude of you to ask!" House chided from his desk. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to question a cripple about his mobility issues?"
Cameron and Foreman shared a confused glance at one another and Foreman shrugged it off. Neither really noticed Chase, who was sitting at the far end of the table, closest to the door, and seeming rather detached from the whole situation.
"Well then, now that we've established my relative position, we can start diagnosing a patient. Chase--" the Aussie nearly jumped a mile out of his seat at the sound of House's voice. Cameron stared at him uneasily, but Chase was looking straight towards House, who raised his eyebrows at Chase's reaction before continuing, "Chase, your turn--" he tossed a dry-erase marker in the young doctor's direction, and nodded toward the whiteboard.
House rattled off symptoms; Chase wrote them, wondering why House had suddenly put him in charge of the whiteboard--it was usually Cameron who got the privelige when House wasn't up for it.
"Oh, yeah, and the guy's got a fever," added House as he fumbled around with something underneath his desk. Chase was too busy uncapping the marker, then writing, to notice--'F-E-V-E--' Chase tensed and snapped his head to the side to gaze at House, the loop on his 'R' running amok and trailing down the etnirety of the whiteboard. "Careful with that, Chase! You know, I was right. You just aren't ready for the whiteboard yet. But anyhow, that's it. Who thinks they know what it is?" All three fellows had their hands raised in a second. "Cameron, Foreman--go test him for whatever you would have bored me with in here by making a case for. Chase--you stay here with me."
Foreman nearly had to drag his colleague from the room; Cameron's eyes, full of concern as usual, were fixed on Chase, and she was resisting. But in a moment they were gone, and House was making his way over to Chase, remote in hand. "I--House--you--that was--embarrassing! If I had known you'd be doing it... then..."
"When, Chase? At work? That's the point; I'm sure you knew it." House looked down at the remote, Chase following his gaze intently. As House moved the switch upwards, Chase felt the toy inside of him thrum to life, much like it had earlier, except now the vibrations were softer, just a slight, pleasant hum, whereas the whiteboard fiasco had been due to one sudden, intense blast.
But Chase had forgotten all about that incident now, closing his eyes as House inched up the speed, Chase's hips starting to twist lewdly. "House," he whined, drawing out the name and falling forward into his boss's body.
"Glass walls," House reminded the intensivist quietly, and Chase pulled away, groaning in frustration. House stilled the toy, then, and Chase was caught between relief and desperation for more of it. "Now go do your job." Chase looked at House with pleading eyes. "No. Work. Now."
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"I thought we were going to give that to Chase... tonight," Wilson said, confused, as he took a seat across from House in the cafeteria.
"Couldn't wait."
"And I... didn't expect you to be using that thing around the office! I mean, if I'd known..."
"Come on, Jimmy, you knew. You let me talk you into it because you thought it was hot, too. The question is, how did you find out about this morning? Did Chase come running to you because Big, Bad House embarrassed him in front of his co-workers?"
"Saw it. You know, glass walls and all. There's no way Chase would have been so distracted and jumpy otherwise."
"Adorable, wasn't he?" Wilson rolled his eyes. "Well don't get all bent out of shape over it; you can still have your turn tonight," Wilson looked somewhat dazed as he thought on House's words, and House took this opportunity to steal some of the oncologist's pudding.
"Yes."
"I think she meant, 'why do we have to do it with you half-way across the room?'," Foreman spoke for his colleague, while also somewhat curious for himself.
"How incredibly rude of you to ask!" House chided from his desk. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to question a cripple about his mobility issues?"
Cameron and Foreman shared a confused glance at one another and Foreman shrugged it off. Neither really noticed Chase, who was sitting at the far end of the table, closest to the door, and seeming rather detached from the whole situation.
"Well then, now that we've established my relative position, we can start diagnosing a patient. Chase--" the Aussie nearly jumped a mile out of his seat at the sound of House's voice. Cameron stared at him uneasily, but Chase was looking straight towards House, who raised his eyebrows at Chase's reaction before continuing, "Chase, your turn--" he tossed a dry-erase marker in the young doctor's direction, and nodded toward the whiteboard.
House rattled off symptoms; Chase wrote them, wondering why House had suddenly put him in charge of the whiteboard--it was usually Cameron who got the privelige when House wasn't up for it.
"Oh, yeah, and the guy's got a fever," added House as he fumbled around with something underneath his desk. Chase was too busy uncapping the marker, then writing, to notice--'F-E-V-E--' Chase tensed and snapped his head to the side to gaze at House, the loop on his 'R' running amok and trailing down the etnirety of the whiteboard. "Careful with that, Chase! You know, I was right. You just aren't ready for the whiteboard yet. But anyhow, that's it. Who thinks they know what it is?" All three fellows had their hands raised in a second. "Cameron, Foreman--go test him for whatever you would have bored me with in here by making a case for. Chase--you stay here with me."
Foreman nearly had to drag his colleague from the room; Cameron's eyes, full of concern as usual, were fixed on Chase, and she was resisting. But in a moment they were gone, and House was making his way over to Chase, remote in hand. "I--House--you--that was--embarrassing! If I had known you'd be doing it... then..."
"When, Chase? At work? That's the point; I'm sure you knew it." House looked down at the remote, Chase following his gaze intently. As House moved the switch upwards, Chase felt the toy inside of him thrum to life, much like it had earlier, except now the vibrations were softer, just a slight, pleasant hum, whereas the whiteboard fiasco had been due to one sudden, intense blast.
But Chase had forgotten all about that incident now, closing his eyes as House inched up the speed, Chase's hips starting to twist lewdly. "House," he whined, drawing out the name and falling forward into his boss's body.
"Glass walls," House reminded the intensivist quietly, and Chase pulled away, groaning in frustration. House stilled the toy, then, and Chase was caught between relief and desperation for more of it. "Now go do your job." Chase looked at House with pleading eyes. "No. Work. Now."
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"I thought we were going to give that to Chase... tonight," Wilson said, confused, as he took a seat across from House in the cafeteria.
"Couldn't wait."
"And I... didn't expect you to be using that thing around the office! I mean, if I'd known..."
"Come on, Jimmy, you knew. You let me talk you into it because you thought it was hot, too. The question is, how did you find out about this morning? Did Chase come running to you because Big, Bad House embarrassed him in front of his co-workers?"
"Saw it. You know, glass walls and all. There's no way Chase would have been so distracted and jumpy otherwise."
"Adorable, wasn't he?" Wilson rolled his eyes. "Well don't get all bent out of shape over it; you can still have your turn tonight," Wilson looked somewhat dazed as he thought on House's words, and House took this opportunity to steal some of the oncologist's pudding.