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House MD + text posts pt. 43/?

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The unexpected (Reader!Wilson x Gregory House)

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You tagged along, following your brother through the hospital. Trying to memorize your surroundings and directions whilst listening to his explanations. You clearly couldn’t do the two things at the same time. Already feeling completely lost in the building, you tried to absorb whatever information your brother gave you.

He walked towards the elevators, holding a open folder in his hand. Still chatting as he pressed the button. The doors opened as Wilson walked in. Looking up from his folder, seeing you were lingering at the elevator. – “Aren’t you getting on?” – he asked with a quirked up brow.

“Oh.” – you softly said, not at all paying attention to it. You had been looking around for any significant points to memorize later. The doors already started to close. He moved his hand forwards to prevent them from closing. The doors swished open once more as you hopped in.

Giving your brother a nervous smile, watching the doors close afterwards. If he hadn’t been interrupted, he continued to pick up where he left off. Informing you about the new team you would be enlisted in. Batting your gaze up, you tried to mesmerize the names of your team mates. The lift stopped as you paid attention to what floor you were on now. Doors swishing open as some people were already waiting for the elevator.

You hopped out after your brother. Trying to keep up with his pace. Wilson closed the folder, holding it back to you. You quickly accepted it, slightly panicking as you felt like unable to remember what he had been blabbing about in the past hour. He turned, pausing in front of a glass door. Taking the handle with a deep sigh. Wilson blocked your view as you waited for him to enter.

 “Wilson!” – A mature man’s voice called out. – “Come to see how I am close to win my record of throwing seven peanuts at once in my mouth?”- the man continued. – “No.” – Wilson sighed out. You had entered the office, stepping away from behind your brother. Coming eye to eye with a man sitting behind his desk.

Or rather laying comfortably. Feet up on the desk. A bag of peanuts in his hand. – “Is it bring your hooker to work? You should’ve told me, I would’ve brought mine.” – the man said teasingly. Wilson sighed once more, rubbing his fingers up his forehead. – “House, this is my younger sister Y/n.” – he made clear. Your eyes widened briefly at the realization that this was Dr. House.

The Dr. House your brother had been nagging and warning your ears off for hours now. Dr. House simply hummed intrigued. – “Alright is it bring your sister to work day then?” – he replied unbothered. You looked over at your brother as he held his hand low, letting you know he was dealing with it.

Wilson sighed for the third time. – “I’ve told you before House. Y/n is joining your team as of today.” – your brother explained. House made a sound that he was wrong. – “House.” – Wilson begged not in the mood for his difficulties. – “The notice has been collecting dust on your desk for weeks now.” – Wilson pointed out.

Gesturing at the folder that laid underneath his feet. House lowered his feet from the table to look at the blue folder on his desk. He casually opened it. He then closed it, throwing it at the bin. – “House!” – Wilson called out. You placed your hand on your brother’s arm to calm him down. Wilson exhaled deep.

“Y/n will be on your team and that is final.” – he made clear. Wilson turned to you, mumbling out an apology in name of House. – It’s alright James.” – you whispered back. With a last comforting touch on your shoulder, he left to go back to his own department. – “So Wilson nr. 2.” – House let out setting his hands on the desk. – “Pretty faces don’t last long here.”

“I assure you doctor that I am more than just a ‘pretty’ face.” – you responded. Dr. House curled up a smirk. – “Meetings over there.” – he pointed at the room next door, visible through the glass windows. You nodded respectfully, taking your leave. House leaned back in his chair funnily. He had heard Wilson speak of a sister a few times, but he never paid much attention to it.

Never actually met her, assuming she was some female copy of Wilson. You took a seat close to the whiteboard. Unsure if they were assigned seats. What seemed like waiting for eternity, was about a few moments as three young doctors walked in. The first one that entered, slowed, frowning at your presence. – “Uhm…” – he looked around to see if he was in the right place. The girl behind him, pushed him inside.

A third one entering. You got up to greet them. Holding your hand out to them as House walked in. – “Minions, Wilson nr. 2.” – he flapped out before you could utter a word. It made you smile sheepishly at the blonde man to whom you were holding your hand out. – “Dr. Y/n Wilson.” – you corrected House. – “Dr. Chase.” – he introduced himself, shaking your hand. You shook the other two their hands as well.

“Wilson as in Wilson, Wilson?” – Chase questioned. – “How many Wilson’s do you know?” – Foreman responded with a deep sigh. – “He’s my brother.” – you informed them. House cleared his throat loud to interrupt what was forming. His three pupils sat down as you followed. Cameron opened a casefile, introducing the patient as House stopped her. – “Let Dr. Wilson present the case.” – House wanted, the hint of mockery clear in his tone.

“House, she just got here.” – Dr. Chase countered. House tapped his cane impatiently. – “It’s alright. Dr. Cameron if you please.” – you asked gesturing at the case file. She closed it, sliding it over the table to you. You opened the file, quickly scanning out words as your mind was already working. – “Female, age 45. Symptoms of dry mouth, irritation to the mouth and over excessive use of toothpaste.” – you read out loud.

“And?” – House bothered you further, testing you. Wanting to know if you were wasting his time. Cause if he had actually paid attention to it, he would’ve done anything in his power to prevent you from joining. The last thing he needed was some naïve, pretty girl joining his team. Thinking playing doctor was cute.

“Excessive use of toothpaste?” – Dr. Chase repeated with a confused and disgusted furrow. – “Maybe it’s a mouth fungus?” – Dr. Cameron pitched in. – “Uh-uh!” – House warned her to keep her mouth shut. – “I’m asking Wilson’s sister.” – he made eye contact with you, letting the tip of his cane bounce up and down on the ground. 

You tried not to give him a snarky glance as you didn’t like how high on his tower he sat. How full of himself he was and clearly making fun of you. You quickly looked into the file, before closing it. – “We should take swaps of the interior of the mouth, saliva and tongue and test it for fungus, bacteria and nutrition deficiencies.” – you said, getting up.

“Already giving up?” – House teased. – “No.” – you looked sturdy back at him. – “I’m going to see my patient.” – you made clear to him. You left the room as the three others followed. Standing in the hallway, you needed a moment to see where you needed to head. Luckily Dr. Chase came to your aid. – “The rooms are over there.” – he whispered to you. You nodded, making your way over.

House left the room as well, curious to see what you’d do. You cleaned your hands before entering the patients room. – “Good morning Mrs. Johnson.” – you spoke. – “My name is Dr. Y/n Wilson. I am here to understand your symptoms more.” – you continued. The woman nodded, letting her gaze go towards the four people standing more to the background. – “These are my colleagues and supervisor Dr. House. They are here to observe me as I’ve been stationed here recently. You mustn’t pay much attention to it.” – you reassured her.

The woman nodded once more. – “Now Mrs. Johnson could you explain more how you started noticing the discomfort.” – you asked, taking a stool to come and sit with her. You listened patiently to her story, seeking for details in it. Completely forgetting about the others. – “She’s good.” – Dr. Chase whispered to Foreman as you had a good approach with the patient. You asked if you could take a swap as she let you.

You thanked her, returning to your colleagues. – “Test this for burning mouth syndrome.” – you told them, pushing the sample to Dr. Cameron. House chuckled loudly. – “Is that so?” – he wasn’t even trying to hide his mockery. You took the test from Dr. Cameron once more, shoving it in his hands. – “You test it then if you are so eager to prove me wrong.”

“Let me know when you get the results.” – you told Dr. Cameron, taking your leave. You needed out as you couldn’t stand the mockery. The belittling you as if you were just a pretty face with no brains. Dr. Chase and Dr. Foreman had to withheld a chuckle at Dr. House. House pushed the sample in Dr. Cameron’s hands once more. – “Let me know the results.” – he said bothered at her.

Limping out of the room. Not returning to the meeting room, you went up to visit your brother. You found him in his desk. – “Y/n?” – he said surprised, getting up. – “Tell me House didn’t pushed you out?”- he wanted to know. You shook your head as he sighed relieved. You let yourself drop into the sofa in his office.

“Did he gave you a hard time?” – James asked. You shrugged your shoulders. – “I’m not letting him belittle me.” – you answered. – “That’s my sister.” – James cheered briefly making you furrow your brows. – “Is that why you put me on his team? Because you knew I could handle him?” - James gave you a shy glance back, revealing the truth. It made you roll your eyes.

After a while the results were in. Dr. Cameron having paged Dr. House. He entered the lab with a big smile. – “And?” – he wanted to know. Dr. Cameron turned towards him. – “You are not going to like it… Dr. Wilson was right…”- she let out. House’s smile immediately dropped. – “Let me see!” – he insisted on.

Dr. Cameron made room so he could see the results. His face showed frustration that you were right. So not a naïve pretty face after all. He shoved the papers against Dr. Cameron’s chest, walking out. Dr. Cameron paged you that the results were in. You met up with her in the hallway. She handed you the file with the lab results in it.

“You were right Dr. Wilson. It’s burning mouth syndrome.” – Dr. Cameron informed you. – “House?” – you asked intrigued. – “Ready to eat his own shoe.” – she replied back. – “Good.” – you answered with a smile. Cameron followed you back into the patients room where you explained the results to her in a calming and understandable way.

The two of you returned to the meeting room. You noticed House sitting in his office thoughtfully. Legs up to his desk, cane on his lap as he rubbed his lips thoughtfully. You excused yourself from Dr. Cameron, entering his office. He looked up to you walking in. – “Come to gloat?” – he let out grumpily. – “No.” – you responded tugging your hands in the doctors coat’s pockets.

“I know you needed to test me.” – you told him. – “I would’ve done the same if I were you.” – you finished. House scoffed soft. – “I am looking forward to work with you more Dr. House.” – you slightly bowed your head in respect. Already turning on your heel to leave his office. – “You did well.” – you heard him say.

Making you turn back with a smirk. – “Is that a compliment Dr. House?” – you teased him. – “Savour it for you only get one.” – he teased back. – “I’ll hold you onto it.” – you winked back at him before leaving his office. House watched you meet up with your brother in the hallway, going downstairs together.

For nearly two months now had you been active in House’s team. Showing him time and time again that you were more than just a pretty face or just Wilson’s sister. Something becoming more clear and clear to House.

Lately he caught himself stare frequently in your direction. Almost waking up daily with eagerness to get to work. Normally he would dread it. The knowledge you had surprised him each day. More and more he started to trust you and rely on you. He found himself making up excuses to stay longer by your side.

Completely deranged he was. Unable to think straight or keep you out of his head. Even at night you started haunting his dreams. Not sure if he wanted you cast out of his dreams. Whatever it was, it stuck around.

House was walking the hallway. In search for you. He knew you were with a patient, yet it didn’t stop him from looking for you. He had seen something in the person’s behaviour file and just wanted to check up on you. You were with a patient letting him know what you were about to do before handling it. The patient seemed calm as you looked over your shoulder to the nurse with you in the room.

She nodded back as you knew she had a keen eye on him. Having read the behaviour aspects in his file as well. Short temper and not afraid of physical harm. – “Sir, I am going to take a sample.” – you reminded him once more before lowering your hand on him. Your hand was near his arm as it happened all so quickly. Before you knew it, he had a hold of your wrist.

The sensors bleeping loud as his heart rate was spiking up. Gasping loud, you tried freeing your wrist as he kept a firm grip around it. The nurse moved over to you but before she could reach you, intercepted another person the incident. House barged into the room, hurrying his way over to you.

Taking his cane to give the man a respectful slap on his wrist to release his grip. The man’s jaw was clenched with fury as he worked himself up. House took you by your wrist, pulling you free. Holding you by your arms, he pulled you back, further away from the bed. The machinery bleeping loud as his heart rate kept spiking up. The man swaying his arms around.

“Call help!” – House shouted at the nurse. The nurse nodded, spurting out. House turned you towards him, tilting your chin up to him. – “Are you alright Y/n?” – he asked. You nodded half in shock. Holding your wrist with your hand. Seeing how red it was from the tight grip.

The nurse returned with a few others. Grabbing the man as House walked over to him. Taking an injection from one of the nurses. They restrained him as House stuck the injection in him to calm him down. It took effect within moments. He watched the monitor as his heart rate started to settle down. – “Keep an eye on him.” – he ordered, returning to you.

He led you out of the room. – “Are you sure you are alright Y/n?” – he asked. – “I’ll be okay.” – you breathed out, still trembling a bit. House guided you towards one of the examination rooms; closing the door behind him. He gestured for you to sit. – “House… I’m fine…” – you let him know. House started searching the cabinets, returning to you.

You had hopped onto the table as he sat down on a rolling stool. He gestured for you to give your wrist to him. – “House I swear I’m fine.” – you told him. House wouldn’t listen to it, taking your hand carefully. He started applying a soothing crème on your wrist to ease the burning feeling from the friction. You swallowed your pride in, winching a bit at the pain.

House then started wrapping a bandage around your wrist to maintain the crème on your skin. – “Thank you.” – you said shyly. – “You… you didn’t have to do that.” – you continued. – “I did.” – House replied. He threw the rest of the bandage roll onto the small desk. He lowered his hand on yours, turning his gaze to you.

“I shouldn’t have made you go in there alone.” – he spoke. – “I wasn’t alone.” – you answered with half a smile. House giving you a soft glare for missing the point. – “Do you think I interfere like that for any Wilson?” – he went on. You smiled mischievous back at him. – “Aww I’m sure James would appreciate it.” – you told him.

House sighed deep. – “I was talking about you.” – he let out. You leaned in, resting a hand against his cheek. – “I know.” – you whispered to him. House’s gaze met up with yours, holding you there. He leaned in closer as you did the same. Lips touching to no surprise.

You took a hold of his neck as you kissed him deeper. House returning the kiss with eagerness. – “I like you Y/n.” – House said to you having released his lips from you. – “I know Gregory.”- you whispered back before kissing him once more.

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Overbearing - R. C.

Robert Chase x fem!reader warnings: sick reader, overbearing boyfriend chase, that's it really? word count: NDA (half wrote here) a/n: sorry it's short but I'm just starting to get back into writing these things <3

Being sick wasn’t ideal. It never will be. The second a doctor hands you that note and you’re out for the week it seems like a  blessing. A chance to relax. But no. not when your boyfriend was also a doctor and made it his god given goal in life to make sure you didn’t stress yourself out. At all.

Chase was that boyfriend. The second he realized the small cough wasn’t going away, he did the tests that concluded bronchitis. He set up the medicine to be put aside for you. The steroids and cough medicine that would work together to heal you.

He made you breakfast, lunch and dinner because “As much as you feel like crap, you have to keep eating.” The words he said every single time you tried to brush off eating. And so you suffered through at least half of a meal before he was satisfied with your portion.

Yes, it was partially endearing. He cared, he loved you. That much was true. You’d been together going on three years now, of course he was going to care. But still, it was becoming a bit much.

The man wouldn’t even let you out of bed if he thought it was going to end badly for you. “Baby, I promise you, I will survive sitting out of bed.” You pleaded, sucking on a cherry flavored cough drop that didn’t do much for your mouth other than make your teeth feel funny and maybe slightly keep your cough away.

Barely.

Chase shook his head, sitting on the edge of said bed, reaching over and stroking your hair. “I believe that, but laying down and relaxing, resting is the best thing for you. It doesn’t bother your throat and the lozenges can only do so much to help.”

You groaned, nodding, “I’m aware, but i just want to sit on the couch. Drink tea even. I’m just tired of sitting here." You pouted and how was he supposed to keep denying you anything when you looked at him the way you did?

"Okay, alright, just stop killing me with your stupid puppy dog eyes." He huffed in defeat as he stood. "I'll find some tea for you if you want to fresh up a little, I know you've been wanting to do that."

He was right. Your face was starting to get the level of greasy that it was killing you to even feel it and your hair hadn't been touched since day one. How he even wanted to be near you right now was insane to you.

But the second he disappeared, you pulled yourself up and out of bed, to the bathroom to wash your face, brush through your hair and make note to wash it before the two of you went to bed tonight.

You crunched the last little bit of the cough drop in your mouth, the feeling of your tongue making you pull your toothbrush out. It was time for a new one anyway so who cares if this one got contaminated?

Once all set, cough and all, you headed back out to the living room, happy to be able to sit and watch something on the big screen rather than the smaller one that you had in your room. (Chase refused to upgrade.)

"Gorgeous." Chase commented as you sat, water boiling just to the right in the kitchen.

Even at your worst he managed to want to compliment you and it made you shake your head. "I look like crap," A cough cut off your statement, "You don't have to lie.

He scoffed as he shook his head, "I'm not. You're always so completely beautiful."

"Bronchitis and all?" You asked skeptically.

"Bronchitis and all." He echoed with a nod, "Now get comfortable, I picked Lady and the Tramp cause I know it's one of your favorites." The words coming out so smoothly, so easily.

No matter how much time you spent together it still surprised you how well he just, knew you. And you adored it. So you settled down, him taking the spot next to you not too long after and putting an arm over your shoulder.

You went to brush it off, worried that he'd get sick in return but he shook his head. "You're not contagious. I'll be alright. Just let me hold you." He said softly, sweetly even.

And that alone let you know that no matter how much his doctoring annoyed you, you loved him and the day you married him would be the best day of your life.

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𝓔𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓑𝓁𝓊𝑒 - 𝓗𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓜.𝒟. Chapter 1

➹summary: You had fallen asleep in Chase's apartment last night. Neither of you really knew what you were doing. You kissed. You want to see him again. And the blue of his eyes is almost like a promise, that he wants the same. Are you able to find a path together that will last? Chapters can be read individually as One Shots. ➹a/n: Inspired by @alpydk ‘s Blue Sea ➹for: @alpydk Happy Birthday 💙🤍💙 ➹pairing: Robert Chase x You ( Gender Neutral Reader) ➹content/tags: love, romance, fluff, comfort, slice of life, post-canon, lemon, lime, sfw ➹word count: 3,545➹ao3 ➹listening while reading🎧🎶🎧

Endless Blue - House M.D. Chapter 1/3 - 2 - 3

"Morning, sleepyhead. Made you coffee."

The outstretched hand with the cup of coffee.

The embracing warmth of an early but quiet morning with the aromas of sweet sapidity. Like tonka beans in hazelnut nougat, nutmeg and cinnamon.

Was the warmth coming from the coffee cup or his hand that touches yours as you take it? The warmth of the embrace of his arms from last night.

Mixed with that is the ever blue of the deep blue sea of ​​his eyes. The sound of the crashing waves and the scent of clear water under endless skies.

Right, you had fallen asleep in Chase's apartment last night.

Robert Chase.

Dr. Robert Chase.

To be precise.

The public emergency consultation at the hospital. You had been assigned to him by chance. A diagnosis, a prescription. You had been on your way home.

The rain.

The splashing free rain. So that you didn't have to wait in the rain for the taxi, he accompanied you home, which after a great conversation turned into his apartment.

Neither of you really knew what you were doing.

You didn't do much other than talk and watch a film.

But still.

You fell asleep in his apartment.

You kissed.

You want to see him again.

And the blue of his eyes is almost like a promise, that he wants the same.

It is not only a wish, a desire of yours only.

You had noticed it by the soft touch and taste of his lips yesterday and how he held you in his arms. Not forcing to anything. Tight, but slow with enough space to find your own pace of your deep blue harmony.

"Thank you," you take the cup of coffee, "I hope I didn't sleep long enough to disturb your daily routine."

"No. Don't worry," Chase smiles and shakes his head with the blonde hair and laughs. You can't figure out why he's smiling. In reality, it's your suddenly frightened expression that he finds cute.

You're just really worried that you might end up disturbing him and getting him into trouble.

Doctors' working hours are a little different to yours.

Speaking of which...

Your eyes wander to the clock.

"Do you have to go to the hospital, or do you have a day off today?"

"No, I'm on duty again today. But a little later. The thing is...", coral sea eyes gliding also to the clock, "...I'd really like to take you home, but I won't have enough time. I'm sorry."

He really is.

You can tell. You can tell by the look on his face and most of the expression of a basket full of puppies in his Australian eyes. You can tell by his shoulders. You can tell by just everything.

Chase is true.

Yesterday there were two brief moments he was not. For whatever reasons ever, some strange mask on, that did not fit him in the slightest.

You almost giggle about how sweet this man is, that could look like a pup and the next second so seriously and hard as a rock. Or more like the cold stethoscope, he uses.

"That is no problem at all," you smile at him and wave your hand soothingly, "don't feel bad about it, I wouldn't expect you to do this anyway. But..."

Your eyes automatically shine a little brighter, as if they want to shine into Chase's world, your lips beam their way into his heart with their gentle expression.

"I would like to accompany you on the way to work. I have to go in that direction anyway and from there I can just take the bus. Then we have the opportunity to chat a little. That would be nice. If you don't mind," you smirk at him. Talking to him, smiling at him it was...easy.

Instinctive or more like a reflex?

He is sweet when he grins back. Really his lips are even more beautiful with a smile on them.

His eyes...a strange certain sadness in it. Like watery aquamarine eyes can. But when grinning, then there were splashing waves under a summer sky with a bright sun of his blonde hair.

You want him to smile back at you. See him smile. Because it belongs to him. His eyes seem to have deserved it. And you want to be the reason.

Robert’s lips rise slightly, giving you a smirk back. His head with the golden sunny hair, happily lays a little to the side.

"I won't mind", do you hear his tempting voice roaring sonorous from his throat, "Because I would also really like that."

There it is again, the warmth coming from Chase. Not only because, he comes closer to with these words – no – because he comes closer to your heart with his smiling lips.

Those lips...how much you wish you could just kiss them now. No holding back, no hesitation. Just pressing them together.

The lips? Or more...

"So we can have a coffee without ruffle and I'll get dressed in the meantime," stated Robert and he makes his way past yourself in the direction of his bedroom.

You wouldn't mind if he does not.

You look after him. The movement of his legs, how his butt is moving in the flowing sweatpants and most his skin. His delectable delicate skin showing bear above the waistband.

“You know I’ve seen that,” his voice calls back into the room with an amused undertone.

You flinch immediately, your cheeks red and your hands embarrassedly thrown in front of your eyes.

“That was intentional!” you call after him, after finding your sass again and trying not to make an ass out of yourself.

…

The drive – a constant talk about everything and anything.

Not tense or strange like you’ve experienced with other guys, even though Dr. Robert Chase isn’t the type who desperately has to fill silence with pointless small talk. You noticed that very quickly and that’s why it’s so pleasant. You talk casually because it’s fun.

It eases your throat, your heart and your brain.

From your health issues, from your anxiety, stress, life, work, just everything. In this moment all of it is not there, only you and Chase.

And again and again you find yourself studying his profile in silence while he concentrates on the road.

Young…with somehow too much experience burned into it.

Life? Working hours? Too many of both?

You hope to learn more about it in the future. To see the man behind the doctor and the white lab coat.

What was behind the blue of the Pacific and the blond?

…

“The drive to work has never gone by so quickly,” you hear Robert’s voice with a pleased timbre.

“I hope you didn’t run a stop sign,” come you up to jest, which even makes him laugh briefly.

“Without an ambulance, I couldn’t really talk my way out of it being an emergency, could I?”

“You trying to use your hospital ID like an officer’s badge? That is something I would like to see.”

“Yes? Is that so? Or do you want to see me in jail? Behind bars and in hand cuffs?”

That comment. A grin rolls over your lips and you try to hide the smile, which you only manage with difficulty. You try hard not to picture it... to imagine more.

The doctor doesn't miss the play on your face and the unsuppressed giggle, of course, and he laughs a little too. Apparently, he hadn't thought the comment through before saying it out loud.

"That would have been the kind of nonsense that House would have tried to pull."

"Hm?" you tilt your head questioningly, but then you've reached the entrance door and Chase stops.

"Well, nice of you to accompany me to work. It was nice, indeed."

The big Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital in front of you. You feel like you don't want to let him go. As if the building would swallow him and his warmth. Leaving you cold and alone.

A dumb feeling.

Dumb nonsense for a man knowing for 24 hours.

But it is true. And you can't change it.

And Chase doesn't seem to be in a hurry either.

He was in a certain hurry to get to work in time, but he still stands close to you, very close.

His presence shields you from the wind. A comfy feeling despite the farewell.

"And I can call you later, so that we can arrange when to meet again?”

Dr. Chase opens his eyes to you.

Those round two shimmering orbs. Piercing into your soul.

Is he doing this on purpose? Does he know what his gaze is doing? Or is he not even aware of its effect?

The slight - really just a hint- of uncertainty makes him a hundred times more convincing and attractive to you than any smug, self-assured saying that he knows he will see you again.

Chase is gentle.

Stable and reassuring. But gentle.

It is the things you are searching for. Searching without even knowing. You did not know, not before today, not before him. Now you do.

The blond doctor with a masculinity that gives you security and stability but doesn't force you to do anything. Not loud and showing off. In a way that is withdrawn, searching for yourself with a kind of sadness and melancholy in the eyes that you only know from paintings in museums. And statues carved in stone that look longingly out to sea.

Had they lost something at sea? Or are they craving for something? Longing?

"Yes, that would make me very happy," your own voice sounds soft in response.

You can't take your eyes off his, which immediately shimmer a little less longingly at your words. Much more hopeful and joyful at this moment.

"Better sooner than later," you wink and you realize that neither of you really knows when to say goodbye.

The hospital entrance behind Chase. His work.

"I'm losing a good doctor, but I'd rather see you privately than as a patient again."

His hand lingering near yours, his body, his face, his lips so near to your own. Closer, but uncertain.

A blink of an eye and you both lean closer, bridging the last few centimeters.

I kiss on your cheek.

Well exactly between your mouth and your cheek.

Somewhere in between.

But exactly not your mouth.

Leaning back, you smile anyway.

Your eyes catching some movements behind the glass front of the hospital’s entrance.

"Have a nice day. See you soon!", you wave your good byes, running to the bus station to catch the waiting bus for your line.

…

"And who was that?"

Of course, Chase is bombarded with questions immediately, after the sliding door had just closed behind him and he hadn't even gotten past the reception.

He doesn't even make it to his office.

It feels to him as if his colleagues or employees were watching and waiting with their noses pressed against the window.

At least Park was.

Adams' voice sounds as casual as possible, with a file in her hand that her eyes and attention are already focused on. Nevertheless, her attention is still enough to join in the gossip while she and Park walks beside Chase and don't let him off the hook.

"A new conquest, I assume. From what it looked like."

"It's not a conquest," Chase hisses. He likes Adams's wording even less than the curiosity of his two team members. He had suspected that as soon as he was within sight of the hospital, someone curious would see something that could lead to unnecessary gossip.

Since House was no longer there, this tendency to stick one's nose into other people's affairs had only slightly diminished.

House's "reign of terror" had probably conditioned them. Or people were just like that and he had been right all along.

"But they looked familiar to me," Park insists, much to Chase's annoyance, "weren't they here yesterday for the emergency consultation?"

Silence.

Robert is currently running through his blond head whether he should act like the boss or distract the two of them. Neither would work because they had known each other too long and too well for that.

"And since they were wearing the same thing as yesterday, it's clear that you were together last night," concludes Dr. Park continues to explain eagerly while she tries to keep up with Robert's and Adam's long strides with hasty, quick steps. But she manages to do it without any problem. She's already had practice in this. Just like in proving her comprehension skills.

"Since when have you been playing private detective with our patients?" Chase asks her, surprised by her extreme powers of observation. But not really. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been on House's team, nor his. The fact that she used it for this was strange, even annoying at the moment.

"The fact that they were wearing the same clothes as yesterday, just means that they weren’t at home and had the opportunity to change. And yes, they were with me. But they fell asleep alone on the couch. Maybe you should rethink the way you draw conclusions, you super sleuth," Robert explains to his younger colleague without being able to suppress a touch of malice and sarcasm.

"Oh yes...", now Dr. Adams' interest is fully aroused and the brunette raises her gaze from the file and looks at her blonde colleague from the side, "...since when is it your style to take patients home with you? And more importantly: since when is it your style to take someone home and then not sleep with them? I can hardly believe that."

"Okay one thing," the voice with the Australian accent was calm but authoritative at the same time as Robert stopped and looked intently at his team, "and then this topic is over once and for all. Private life is no longer a public plaything over morning coffee like it was with House. If the person wants to talk about something, then they start it themselves. Understood, Park?"

Chase's penetrating look and a quick point at Chi make her fall silent, completely intimidated. The next victim of this was Dr. Jessica Adams.

"And they are not a patient anymore. Came once for an emergency check and this is it. And even if it's none of your business - absolutely none of your business - we didn't sleep with another. And if we see each other again and how I deal with this, I will not discuss further with you." Chase takes the chance to reply from the pretty brunette by walking quickly into his office. He's not really known for getting angry or being sensitive. The two doctors look at each other with big, meaningful and confused eyes.

...

A few dates later. A few talks about your work, about him. Questions about him playing the violin and music. Careful questions about family relationships and your life so far. Ex-boyfriends. His ex-wife. His father. His mother. His sister. Your family.

You feel connected to him, feel safe and warm in his presence, but something is bothering you.

Something seems to be separating you, because Chase is still taking his time. You kissed, you touched, but you weren't in his bedroom yet. And you cannot stop wondering why that is, because you actually thought it would happen on your first visit to his apartment. A sudden change of heart seemed to have made him want to take things slow.

But now arriving in his in his apartment, after another date, you ask yourself:

How much longer?

And why?

Why the waiting and hesitation?

In some way Chase doesn't seem so sure to you either, because both of you - you and him - are standing in the hallway of his apartment as if you were waiting for something. And neither of you really know what for.

"Well...should I grab you something to drink?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you. But you still owe me a session of this violin of yours," a wry smile on your lips tries to encourage the doctor.

“I am not quite sure if the neighbours like my violin play so very much, at least at this hour of the night, I mean,” he smirks at you apologetically and runs his hand through his blond hair, “but we can watch a movie, if you want to.”

“I don’t know…” Your voice suddenly becomes a murmuring whisper. Not rather sure why, but you are sure that you want to end this strange, nervous standing around in his apartment. To do that, you instinctively move closer to him, the tips of your feet bumping against his own shoes while your hands gently touch his chest. Lightly tug on his T-shirt.

Hopefully and passionately, you open your eyes to him and look into the blue rims of his eyes, which peek out from under the blond. Darker than usual - burning into you like an oil fire on the high seas.

“…what do you want to do, Chase?”, whispering your voice promising nothing and everything all at once.

You just want to dive and fly.

He whispers a curse over his lips. Or is it a prayer? Possibly both.

Unable to make out, you are surprised by Robert's lips, which resemble a prayer on yours. His mouth presses hotly against yours and your heart seems to skip a beat before it starts racing.

The organ pumps blood quickly through your body, your veins pulsating, pulsating like your heart, your passion and your desire for Chase himself. His hand, which quickly slid down your neck, to your cheek and finally behind your head to bury itself in hair, reveals that he feels the same way.

Firm, hot body of the young Australian doctor pressing demanding against yours. Wild blond strains of hair on your forehand, his hand on your hips. Like this, Chase is pushing you against the bedroom door with his very own body.

Your heart is pounding hard against your chest, mixing with the sound of the blood rushing in your ears, which goes hand in hand with the increasing sound of your and Chase's breathing.

In between, the sound of your lips clinging eagerly to each other.

Robert's hands grab your hips, slide under them and with a short hop you wrap your legs around him while he lifts you up. The bedroom door is pushed open partly by his leg, partly by your colliding bodies.

Without further ado, Chase carries you to his bed.

Finally.

No more holding back.

Your head is spinning. From your own feelings, your body and his. All because of Chase. To feel him so close was something else and an exciting adventure. And adventure that made your pulse race and your heart threaten to explode.

Could that be healthy?

Wasn't that contrary to the doctor's instructions?

Firmly but not roughly, he presses your loving body onto his mattress. Immediately he is on top of you again, not allowing any coldness or distance between you. Not allowing the kisses and touches to stop. He knows exactly when to grab you firmly, lead you and when to be gentle and tender.

The stroke of his right hand is soft, finding its way from your shoulder, down to your arm, your side, your hip, over your thigh and knee. Lifting his fingers in one smooth motion to his mouth. Wide eyes of yours watch as the index and middle fingers of his right hand slide into his mouth, only to slowly pull them out again, wet, while his other hand pulls on the clothes on your hip. You take a sharp breath.

Heart just skipping a beat again. Breathless.

Pulse and blood racing.

...

It was exactly as you had imagined it.

At the same time, it was completely different.

Real.

Just him.

Just Chase.

A Tidal Wave washing you completely away, but not leaving you with nothing, but leaving you with everything. You are both lying next to each other in his bed.

Chests rising high and falling low from the exertion. Deep breaths as the witness of the wonderful physical activity of passion.

Sweat that shines on his skin and underneath you can see the muscles flexing, all well lit by the moonlight from his bedroom window. The moonlight that bathed everything in a special light, monochrome and silver, and Robert's skin was so beautiful to look at and invited you to dream.

But your head is in the here and now. Not a dream. Your ears hear his deep breathing and you ask yourself with a smile whether his violin would really have been louder than what you two did instead here.

"I can free up a compartment for you in my closet and clear out a drawer. And make a little space in the bathroom for your things if you want to stay here over night more often in the future," suggested Chase still with a breathless voice.

But it is not a simple suggestion. It is a statement of what he is planning to do. With certainty.

It is not a drawer and a place for your clothes. It is an invitation into his life.

An invitation that you will gladly accept.

➹a/n: This is a birthday gift for @alpydk Happy birthday my dear one 😘❤😘 Thank you for the words, the writing and the music. This fanfic starts exactly where their fanfic Blue Sea Chpt 1 ends. It's basically my continuation of that. All the pictures it made me paint in my head, after reading it. I would love to do more collabs and co-authoring with alternating co/writing. But somehow we never manage to organize something like that 😆 I really hope you like what your work inspired me to do and you like my continuation and that it's okay that I used it as a prequel. After reading it, I naturally kept dreaming and imagined a story of a whole life. And that's exactly what I wrote down here. Just like we thought about a happy ending for Chase and imagined what kind of comfort ending he would have deserved.😁 Made me dream, inspired me. And I wanted to write down for you what you let me dream about. Alpy, you always say that attributing self insert and comfort feels strange to you, so I'm giving you the extra portion of self insert and Chase fluff that you and everyone deserves 😁 I skipped the smut parts because I know you don't want Chase smut 😉 But a little something to inspire your imagination 😉😁 There may be mistakes in some places and it may sound awkward, but I tried to adapt my writing to the style/time/grammar of Blue Seas so that it fits together and in doing so I deviated greatly from my usual writing pattern.

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Chase MD

You'll watch it.

[mrbensonmum]

TV Show - Dr. House | House M.D. XIII

THAT'S A WRAP!

We did it! Last night, the final episode of Dr. House flickered across the screen, and I must say, this rewatch was extremely enjoyable for me, partly because of writing about it. But from start to finish, there wasn't a single part that felt like a struggle, because the series is consistently good.

Cuddy is gone, Foreman is the new head of the hospital, and House is in jail. If that's not a spectacular start to a season, then I don't know what is.

But before that happens—since we still had a few episodes left from the seventh season—we see House completely out of control. First, injecting himself with experimental substances and then surgically removing the resulting tumors from his leg. After that, he tries, in his own way, to make things right with Cuddy, but it's increasingly failing. Even though I can understand some of his accusations toward her to a certain extent, what happens toward the end of the season is anything but justified.

In the eighth season, we see a very bizarre side of House, but one action hints at why he keeps resorting to such strange means. When he makes the immigration office document disappear, forcing Dominika to stay with him, he reveals something that has been subtly apparent all along—that he's incredibly lonely. Not everything can be attributed to this theme, but it does explain a lot! Especially what will happen with Wilson becomes increasingly clear.

Otherwise, Season 8 is another wild rollercoaster ride, not just in terms of the cases but also in terms of character development. During his time in prison, House meets the young doctor, Dr. Jessica Adams, whom he immediately adds to the team when he returns to Princeton-Plainsboro. There's also the suspended doctor, Dr. Chi Park, and after some initial difficulties, Taub and Chase make it back onto the team. From then on, everyone on the team faces some really tough challenges, and the worst one, towards the end of the season, comes to House himself. His best friend, what irony, is diagnosed with cancer. House has to confront many inner demons from then on and realizes that soon there will be no one left who truly understands his character and is also somewhat friendly towards him.

House tries everything to prevent Wilson's death because he doesn't want to lose this important person and also knows that his future would be uncertain without this support. But he's fighting windmills because Wilson has seen and experienced too much already to want to undergo treatment. He wants to enjoy the remaining time he has left.

I particularly liked Wilson's development because at the beginning, he's quite a thin, rather boring oncologist, and in the end, he's the tough, three-day-beard biker with a leather jacket. Especially when he's on the bike and puts on the glasses, he looks incredibly good, even though tragically plagued by cancer, just good!

What I find unfortunate, but can understand from an actress's perspective, is that we didn't see Lisa Cuddy (Lisa Edelstein) again. In the end, when House gets another beating in the burning house, he hallucinates quite a few people, and even Kutner and Stacy are there. On the other hand, Cuddy might have simply taken up too much space, especially after what happened in the last episode of the seventh season. Maybe it's for the best that she didn't show up again because otherwise, it might have felt like the focus was only on their relationship. Instead, it felt more like it was about each person and House, as well as the processing of different periods in his life or his drug addiction.

Whether there's such a thing as a perfect ending for a series, I don't know, but the ending of House comes pretty close. Of course, you're initially a bit disappointed because even though eight seasons are long and an ending can be a good thing, you don't want to let go just like that, and the inner series junkie demands more. But objectively speaking, this ending is really good because we've seen so many facets of House that it might feel forced now if there were more. We see how Adams and Park are firmly established in a team, Chase has finally found his place (I think his development is very good and how much more stable he is compared to the early seasons), and Taub embraces his role as a father. Cameron is also happy, which makes us all happy. And we also get another wonderful look at a still relatively healthy Thirteen, wonderful. Plus, there's that little nod with Foreman finding House's ID under a side table. Judging by his expression, you might think he knows House is still alive but is content that he has found his peace.

As often, I only picked out the really prominent parts from the season! The eighth season is full of interesting cases, exciting interactions with patients and the team, and a lot of new things, compared to the old seasons.

The thing between Park and Chase.

Chase being attacked and seriously injured by a patient (which is used to give him the necessary distance and make his team takeover make more sense)

Taub, who has a pretty established presence but still hasn't quite found his place in life

Foreman, who doesn't know whether he should be like House, like Cuddy, or just like Foreman as the head

What happens next? I honestly don't know yet. Yesterday, I looked around a bit and then decided on Bullet Train (2022). I still have to continue with Halo, but maybe I'll wait until the season is finished and then binge-watch everything in one evening, we'll see. But one thing I know is that I feel like watching something in the crime genre again!

[connorconsumestrousers]

DOCTOR CAMERON !! love that woman

OH HELL YEAH

HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS CHARACTER

I love her development from season 1 to season 8!! she's probably the most developed character in the series. I didn't like her very much at the end of season one and the beginning of season 2... she got on my nerves a bit there BUT she grew so it's okay now!!

ALL THE PEOPLE I SHIP ROMANTICALLY WITH THIS CHARACTER

The one and only Dr. Chase. I think they were a perfect pair, the narrative just ruined everything fr. I loved them together and they were so interesting. But I get why they had to break it off. I headcanon her as aromantic so. !! I don't ship her with anyone.

MY NON-ROMANTIC OTP FOR THIS CHARACTER

I LOVE CAM AND FOREMAN'S ARC. they are very very interesting together as a duo and I really like how they had tension for most of their time together. They have that edge that I've never really seen before. Also I love seeing Cam sassy, it's always the best.

I also really like her relationship, platonically, with Chase. It's very sweet and they respect each other. It's refreshing.

MY UNPOPULAR OPINION ABOUT THIS CHARACTER

I dunno if this is unpopular but I HATE. HATE. HATE her "romantic" arc with House. it is the most awkward and painful thing to watch. I understand why it had to happen, but I do NOT understand why people still like those two together romantically. It amazes me in a bad way.

Also her divorcing Chase because he killed that dictator. That was so weird to me. I understand why it happened but I genuinely think she wouldn't react that way to it. It's a bit unfair to Chase if you know what I mean. But it's her choice so! It's not my place to judge.

ONE THING I WISH WOULD HAPPEN/HAD HAPPENED WITH THIS CHARACTER IN CANON

Same as Wilson, I wish we saw more into her personal life. I wish we saw more of her with Chase as a couple. I wish we were shown why she's the way she is. Because I love her and I am so intrigued by her personality and values. yk what I mean!!

[lilgirlb-blog]

I don't hate him. I loved him until I figured out it hurts a lot less to just not care

-Dr. Chase, HOUSE

[sasqookie]

[florida3exclamationpoints]

House MD + text posts pt. 34/?

[housetzuyu]

this picture is cracking me up so bad house looks like a recently divorced dad who's spending the weekend with his son and decided to take him to the amusement park

[sxrgripp]

chase canonically had a 3some with a 17 year old

[kiddbegins]

Braids - Robert Chase

Requested: no

Word count: idk

Warnings: none

A/n: this was something I wrote for a fic that I never wrote for someone else but here we are. (Can you guess who?)

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“Please Robbie?” You sat with your legs crossed, as your dorky boyfriend entered the living room, a cup of coffee and a cup of tea in his hands.

“What exactly did you want? I could barely hear you over the coffee dispenser.” Chase handed the warm cup of tea to you who raised an eyebrow.

You didn’t quite believe him but still, you repeated herself, “Can I please braid your hair? It’s the perfect length!” You reached up, tucking a piece behind his ear before he sat next to you.

That was not the first time Robert Chase had been asked that question. You have been nagging him since she first started at the hospital. “Baby, I really don’t like my hair messed with.” He replied, pulling his feet onto the couch.

“Buuuuut I wouldn’t be messing with it. It’ll be perfectly braided. And I’ll undo it after.” You gave a wide smile. And how could he say no to a smile that genuine?

With a sigh, Chase slid onto the floor in front of you. “Wait really? I honestly thought you were gonna say no.” You gasped happily as he nodded. Instantly you bolted to the bathroom to grab a brush and elastics.

Chase watched as you excitedly sat back down, beginning to section his hair. “Okay maybe this is a little soothing.” He murmured, leaning his head back onto her lap.

“As cute as you are, your head needs to be up for me to be able to braid.” Chase huffed, adjusting to the position you needed.

He held his eye closed, taking a sip of his coffee every couple of seconds. “Done.” You wrapper her arms around his shoulders, pressing your cheek to his. “Wait, wait. Stay here.” You slid your slippers on, running outside.

There were small bushels of white flowers outside the building that you picked before jogging back inside. “Okay hang on sit back down.” You put your hands on his shoulders, twisting the stems into his hair.

“Okay. Finished.” You took a quick picture, leaning down to show him.

He gasped, grabbing the phone. “Oh, my god. You have to promise to never show this to House.” He exclaimed causing both of you to laugh, him falling back into your stomach.

“Okay I promise.”

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𝓔𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓑𝓁𝓊𝑒 - 𝓗𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓜.𝒟. Chapter 2

➹summary: A visit to the doctor leads to a kiss, dates, nights together, a new relationship. Enjoying the pleasure of the heart&body. Gentle tenderness or a stormy tidal wave? Are you able to find a path together that will last? Bathing in renew or getting washed away by old waters? Chapters can be read individually as One Shots. ➹a/n: Inspired by @alpydk ‘s Blue Sea ➹for: @alpydk Happy Birthday 💙🤍💙 ➹pairing: Robert Chase x You ( Gender Neutral Reader) ➹content/tags: love, romance, fluff, comfort, slice of life, post-canon, lemon, lime, sfw ➹word count: 3,762➹ao3 ➹listening while reading #2 🎧🎶🎧

Endless Blue - House M.D. Chapter 2/3 - 3 - 1

Spending time with Chase was like getting lost with your head at the deep blue sea. Floating there with your whole body.

Nothing else matters when you are with him.

Somedays he is more quiet, exhausted from work. On other days he has more energy, from which you benefit.

But no matter how his day was, you never suffer because of it. He never makes you feel bad or neglects you. He is just real and honest with you.

You give him the space, if he needs to and comfort when you both need.

So you can enjoy your time together, when you get him to play the violin more often. Talk about your favourite music and get lost about this.

Chase has now even given you a key to his apartment so that he doesn't have to wake you up in the morning if he has to go to work early. Since he sometimes doesn't know exactly when he'll be home, you could just go to his apartment and start cooking to surprise him with a meal after a hard day.

You found your own deep blue harmony.

…

A smile adorns your lips as your feet carry you to Robert's apartment. Your mouth already shows the anticipation of seeing him, but especially because of something you're carrying in your bag.

A little gift for Chase.

It's nothing special and especially nothing valuable in the sense of expensive. But you're sure - or hope very much - that the surgeon will appreciate it. A collection of all your conversations about music, what you two like and what makes you think of him.

That's why you're a little more excited than usual to see him today. Even though he texted you that he's a little late and that you should just use the key to go to his apartment alone already.

…

A smile of joy arrives in you as you hear the bell ring. In a split second you jump to your feet to run to the door. Did Robert forget his key?

It doesn't matter what it is, the main thing is that it's him.

What you didn't expect, however, is the woman in front of his apartment door. Your feet force you to stop before you accidently jump into her arms and your smile freezes on your face before disappearing as if erased.

"Oh..." is all that escapes your mouth.

 “Excuse me…”, she checks the number on the door and peaks uncertainly behind you into the apartment, “…is Chase here?”

“Um…no…he…he is not,” you stutter and still have to look at the woman with the long, slightly blonde dyed hair.

Who is she?

“But he’s on his way,” muttering to yourself, somewhat absentmindedly.

“Have you two arranged to meet up?” you ask and you both continue to stare at each other, somewhat confused.

“Not exactly. I’m Allison Cameron, maybe I should have started with that. I’m sorry. I…”

“Cameron…”, your brain cells are not working as quickly as your eyes inevitably get a little bigger, “…like his ex wife Cameron?”

“So you’ve heard of me,” she pulls a face, a little embarrassed.

The stony silence that now prevails could be cut in half with a knife. There is a certain spot in your chest that feels strange when looking into the face of Robert's ex wife. You never thought you would ever meet her. Meeting exes was always strange. But ex-spouses, that is a new experience for you. Also new is the experience of this feeling, the feeling of your stomach and your heart getting knotted at the same time.

A thousand questions race through your head at the same time:

Why is she here?

Do they have a lot to do with each other?

Does he still like her?

Was that...jealousy?

"I'm in town for a medical lecture. That's why I wanted to pay him a visit while I'm in New Jersey for a change," Cameron breaks the silence.

"He should be here soon," you answer her and don't move an inch from the door. You don't make room to enter the apartment. Almost instinctively, your body and all your thoughts go on the defensive and you don't even know why.

Chase never spoke badly about his ex-wife. Just that their marriage was falling apart and could have ended better. He never badmouthed her in front of you, but knowing that someone had hurt him automatically made you feel resentful. Without you being able to do anything about it.

“Do you two live together?”

This question aiming at you not a curious tone, but simply a logical inquiry that Allison is asking to understand exactly who you are.

“No…no, not that.”

“Do you two have a date that I’m interrupting?”

“Yes, we wanted to see each other and meet up here.”

Allison senses the strange exchange and rejection that you want to convey and she takes a step back as she says:

“Maybe…I should go.”

“Yes, maybe you should.”

Your voice sounds unusually firm, arms crossed in front of your chest, you stand like a wall in the doorway to make a statement.

Until…until this wall, when it sees Cameron, realizes and feels that it has no right to defend anything and chase anyone away.

“No…maybe I should go,” comes from your lips, perplexed, and you walk backwards into the apartment to reach for your jacket, eyes frightened by yourself. Moving as quickly as possible.

You don't like the way you're behaving, it's childish and you don't know the woman in front of you, you have no right to be like that. Even if you already realized that their breakup wasn't a nice one, you don’t have the right to be rude to her because of it.

Who are you? She's known Robert longer than you. In the end, you're the intruder here, not her.

"You don't have to go. If I scare Robert off his date, it certainly won't help my reputation as his ex-wife."

Allison speaks to you very decently and seems to want to make this awkward situation somehow normal. At least she tries.

And what do you do? You're mean to her. Dismissive. It's not your place. You don't know her. She's certainly a nice woman and you're just jumping on her because of your feelings for Chase. You don't want to be like that. She doesn't deserve that. Even if she is his ex-wife and has certainly hurt him, maybe they both have a good relationship and you are making an idiot out of yourself and Robert is angry with you because you weren't nice to her. And there were always two sides. You know that the problems didn't just come from one person. That they were multi-layered. Everyone makes mistakes. She once cared for him like you do now…maybe she still does today.

A thousand thoughts from your own voice race through your head and you don't know what to do. Only one is the loudest and it says: Go now before you make a big mistake and break something.

"No...I...I have to go anyway and can't wait any longer," you stutter a little in a hurry and grab your bag and then push past Cameron as quickly as possible.

"Um..." you pause for a moment, "...can you please give him this from me when you see him. Thank you."

You press the present for him into Cameron's hand and then practically run down the stairs.

The former Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital’s doctor looks after you, surprised by this encounter.

She then slowly lowers her gaze to the object you just handed her.

It's a mix CD.

Cameron sees how a cover has been designed and, on the back, track by track has been neatly listed. All the hints and titles...Allison doesn't know what is between you and Chase, but she knows that this was done with effort and a lot of love and a lot of thought for the other person.

She looks up and her eyes are lost in thought, looking at the spot from the stairwell where you disappeared.

...

"Cameron?!", Robert's mouth escapes in disbelief as he stands in front of his ex-wife a few meters from his apartment block. Surprise was also written all over his face.

"You probably didn't expect me either," she smiles, discreetly amused at the face he pulled, before putting on a slightly apologetic one.

 “What are you doing here?”

“I’m in town for a professional training lecture. And since I still have a few hours free before my flight back to kith and kin, I thought I’d stop by.”

“That’s a very nice surprise of you, but I actually already have plans.”

"Yes, unfortunately I have bad news for you in that regard," Cameron's apologetic face deepened, "it may be that my appearance scared them away. So please let me buy you a coffee, that's the least I can do after I scared them away. Although believe me, they were hardly scared away."

Chase's face again fell into absolute confusion, which made him look dumbfounded.

"Your hair, you let it grow a bit again. The last time I saw you it was ultrashort..."

...

They were the typical conversations:

What are you doing?

What has changed?

They could talk about Princeton-Plainsboro or about work itself.

But the more the superficial stuff was dealt with, the more the questions turned to private life after a break. People ask about private things, which often made it questionable whether it was any of your ex's business. Would it be rude not to ask? Was it rude and curious to ask?

"And..." it is Cameron who starts the topic, since nothing had changed in that regard with her at Chicago since their last meeting, "are you two in a relationship?"

"We see each other for a while now."

"Sounds not very committing."

Instead of an answer Robert takes a deep breath, opens his lips to reply, but his lips decide to take a sip of his coffee and look serious.

What does Cameron want to hear from him? Chase is very well aware, that she knows him too well for him to be able to escape her and her questions.

"They really seem to like you."

"And how do you want to judge that?" he can't keep quiet and can't hide a little angry disbelief.

"It would be too hard to explain it to you."

“Please go on and try,” Robert murmurs with as much sarcasm as curiosity in his voice.

“You know, it makes a big difference how people behave, whether you observe them or not. You learn the most  about their intentions about you, from seeing how they behave when you are not there. Whether their behavior stays the same or changes. They stood they ground as someone new in your life, ready to protect you if needed. But also realizing, to give your past a space and you the chance to defend yourself, because you are not helpless in need of their kind of defend. They acted like that without you being there, without your probably ever knowing,” his ex-wife and ex-colleague tries to describe the encounter and the meaning, but it is difficult. Words are at an end with feelings, you could sense the intentions of a person close to them and in their eyes and Cameron had that.

“Did they say anything about me?” Chase asks maybe a little bit too quickly.

“No. Believe me just when I say, you can see that they care for you.”

“I do too.”

“Then why aren’t you together?” she asks further, not letting the subject go.

Nervousness, resentment.

What exactly is brewing in Chase?

A lot of it when Cameron asks so vehemently about his relationship.

“Because I want to be sure before I fully commit to the next relationship. I just don’t feel like wasting a lot of time again if we don’t want the same thing in the end. I don’t have time for a relationship that goes nowhere. I just don’t want that anymore. For my next relationship I want to be sure that we are on the same terms from the start. I think you can understand that.”

Robert’s explanation is factual and calm, but there is a certain bitterness in his voice.

He would never want to miss the good times of his marriage with Cameron. Despite how it ended. The good times were worth it. But sometimes the Australian doctor isn’t sure whether Allison feels the same way deep down and whether she wouldn't secretly trade the time with him for something else.

It had left Chase with a few problems. Maybe more than he wants to admit. But they had been there before. Through his childhood. His father, his mother.

Now he wants things to go right in his life. In every aspect.

For himself.

And for you.

No heart should be hurt.

Yes, Robert is a little afraid for his heart. But also, for yours.

Because in the end, he has been every single time the wrong thing, for the person, he thought to be the right for him.

"Why aren't you sure yet? You can talk about what you both want. I mean, you can tell that you care about each other," Cameron says calmly and logically but persistently, as she is known.

"Cameron, no offense. But I don't really want to talk to you about the subject."

His voice and face become a little more dismissive than Chase had intended.

"Good. I have to go to the airport anyway,” his former wife shrugs, “but I’m supposed to give you this from them.”

…

Soon Chase overcame his doubts and your mutual visits as partners were not just limited to your apartments, but you also often visited your boyfriend at the hospital.

His friends became yours; you get to know almost the whole staff of the hospital.

Very much of course Park, Adams and Foreman. They were always good for an old embarrassing story. And even more so rumors.

In the city you also met Chris Taub with his baby girls a few times.

You tried to get to known to his world, but also give him a space out of it. Like he did for you. The hospital and medicine are not everything.

To lie in bed with Chase, just to cuddle, see him breathe and sleep in peace, to prep a meal together, to laugh when you two ruin it sometimes to then order pizza and watch a movie together. Music sessions, showering sessions together, weekend trips to the sea and him talking about surfing.

That was also it. Your very own deep blue notes.

…

But now Chase is on duty and his white lab coat flutters in the draft of the opening door as he steps into the examination room.

“I’m sorry you had to wait, but a nurse called the colleague for another emergency. So I’ll take a quick look at your file, or you can just tell me…”

Stethoscope around the neck, which is wrapped around the collar of the white doctor’s coat. The ID card pinned on.

Dr. Robert Chase

Princeton Plainsboro Hospital.

Pens in the pockets of the coat.

Always so professional.

But his professional expression slips away when he sees you sitting on the examination table, with a wide grin on your beautiful lips.

“What are you doing here?”

“Medical emergency. My boyfriend overworked the last few days. So, I suspect a chronic fatigue syndrome and I have chronic frustration syndrome."

You try to counteract his reserved and still slightly confused expression by hopping off the exam table and walking towards him, your hands already searching for his attention.

"So...you are ok?" Chase asks to clarify. A slight giggle escapes your throat. You ask yourself what you should notice more, how sweet he is or how stupid.

"I'm fantastic, Chase. But I would feel better if you had some time for me. For you. You've hardly been out of the hospital in the last few days."

Your hand caresses the soft skin of his cheek. Warm and lovely.

His endless eyes looking from your hand up to your eyes. You already drowning in them. Never finding the shore again.

It was always the same when Dr. Robert Chase looks into your eyes: endless deep blue.

Oblivion for the surrounding of you

You and him. The rest does not matter.

Everything always mattered to you. In your head, to your body. But when being with him, it was different. The calm ocean of Robert’s soul had swallowed you completely.

But you were swimming and breathing underneath the ever blue water.

“Sorry, flu epidemic. Despite being head of diagnostics, I had to do a few double shifts because a lot of the colleagues were absent.”

“I’m just sorry for you. I don’t want you to overwork yourself,” you whisper to him and your lips brush against his temple.

Blond hair with the scent of his shampoo tickling your nose. The scent of Chase himself, almost on your tongue. Your chest already pressing warm against him and the feeling of him so close is easy to describe:

Wonderful.

“So just to understand correctly, there is no patient I have to take over here?” Robert points uncertainly to the door again just to be absolutely sure. “How did you-?”

“Maybe the nurses like me or you. Whatever it is. They didn’t mind me visiting you,” you shrug your shoulders and grin at him afterwards.

His body is so warm and smells so wonderful. The scent of his presence. You sigh softly. Chase’s face is now so close to you that his breath brushes your lips. His body is also closer to yours. But then it is no longer just his breath that brushed against your lips, no, his warm lips finally wrap around your mouth as you lean completely towards him for a kiss.

The doctor kisses your soft lips deeply. Only the moment counts and kissing him was enough for you at the moment. You just want to feel his mouth more and more, to be closer to him and to teach him intensely with your lips how valuable he is, how much you enjoy his closeness.

His fingers find the base of your neck and stroke it gently and while they dance over your collarbone, you gently guide them further down and open the buttons of your top with your other hand.

You gently pull back briefly so as not to overwhelm him.

"What if someone comes in?" Chase whispers uncertainly and frantically, still breathless from your kiss. But he doesn't move an inch away from you.

“You are entitled to a lunch break, especially with all the double shifts. And it’s your business if you spend your lunch break cuddling around with me a little. And how far your appetite goes…well, that depends on you. I am only here to serve.”

The lips if his pressing against each other, before Chase bites a little bit into his lower lip. Your eyes assess his every move.

“Or you can examine me very, very, very thoroughly. After all, this is a hospital, isn’t it? Don’t I have a right to that?”

You push your pressed bodies back to reach the door and turn the latch on the door lock.

“Problem solved.”

“It’s not the regulations to lock the examination room during treatment,” the doctor replies, and you don’t really know if he’s really afraid of being caught, or just wants to be a smartass.

“Why? Does Foreman want to burst in during an examination for a sudden visit to the patient? I would find that extremely irregular and against all patient rights. So, the door remains closed. Wish from your patient based on their rights."

"Yes. Noticed and done," he nods in whispering obeying voice and his lips find their way back to yours, while you guide him to the examination table. Then you both land on top of it.

For a moment, what seems like an eternity to you, Robert Chase does nothing. At least nothing more than to look at you.

His body is lying on yours, but his strong arms are resting on the stretcher next to your face. He seems to care whether his weight was too heavy for the not-so-comfortable surface. To prove him wrong, you wrap your legs around him.

His face is close to yours, his blond hair falls smoothly forward, but there is still a clear distance between you so that Chase can look at you closely. Your seductive lips, the sweet nose, your cheekbones and the lovely shape of your face with all the details. He looks at you, he doesn’t care that you saw exactly how he looks at you, you can see that exactly. Just like you only enjoy him. His face. His closeness.

Your Robert Chase.

You are grateful to be with him, every touch of his skin, his lips are beautiful and unique.

Chase lowered his head by now - his nose, his love making mouth tickle against your cheek, over to your neck.

The brushing of his skin against yours sends electrifying impulses through it again. Robert's lips now kissing their way down your neck to the hollow between your neck and collarbone, along your shoulders.

Although you try to breathe calmly, calm your heartbeat and not seem quite so excited, you can't completely prevent it. The more kisses Chase spreads on your skin, the hotter you get. If you could give this man even half as much back, you would be happy. But that's not what it's about with you. You, him, fixing someone, helping someone. No, you two just are. Supporting. A team. Together.

You feel the whispered kiss on your skin, as always, a light tenderness with which he shows gratitude, affection and much more.

But they certainly don't stay still there, but find their way back to your lips.

His hands are with you completely automatically and instinctively. Strong caring arms press you to him.

His hands glide gently but still noticeably intensely down the supple lines of your stature. Slowly, very very slowly, agonizingly slowly and so full of pleasure. From the very first second, his lips press longingly and yearningly against yours.

When you feel Chase coming closer, kissing him like that, your pulse quickens. You can feel the warmth of his body.

As the kiss becomes more and more intense, he embrace your waist. At first his hands lay there gently, then they grip more firmly, pulling you closer to him, then just noticeably lingering there. You simply enjoy being with him like this, being touched by him like this.

For the moment, you decide to just enjoy it. You bury your hand in his tousled hair, stroke it gently and just let him do what he wants.

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Song #1 ➹a/n: This is a birthday gift for @alpydk Happy birthday my dear one 😘❤😘 Thank you for the words, the writing and the music. This fanfic's chapter 1 starts exactly where their fanfic Blue Sea Chpt 1 ends. It's basically my continuation of that. All the pictures it made me paint in my head, after reading it. After reading it, I naturally kept dreaming and imagined a story of a whole life. And that's exactly what I wrote down here. Just like we thought about a happy ending for Chase and imagined what kind of comfort ending he would have deserved.😁 Made me dream, inspired me. And I wanted to write down for you what you let me dream about. Alpy, you always say that attributing self insert and comfort feels strange to you, so I'm giving you the extra portion of self insert and Chase fluff that you and everyone deserves 😁 I skipped the smut parts because I know you don't want Chase smut 😉 But a little something to inspire your imagination 😉😁 There may be mistakes in some places and it may sound awkward, but I tried to adapt my writing to the style/time/grammar of Blue Seas so that it fits together and in doing so I deviated greatly from my usual writing pattern.