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🎃👻House Halloween Haul:

Trick or Doctor(Chase)!👻🎃

House MD: Chase x Reader / Chase x You

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👻HAPPY HALLOWEEN!👻

➹for: the one and only @alpydk

➹summary: Halloween dress up at the Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital. You are in for examination and get to see costumed Chase, who you want to keep longer than for Halloween or this doctor’s appointment…

➹pairing: Dr. Robert Chase x GN!reader, Chase x you

➹content/tags: fluff, comfort, fun, romance, slice of life

➹word count: 3,989 - ao3 - My turn on fantober/inktober

alpy had Chase headcanon: "chase dressed as steve irwin for halloween. inflatable crocodile under arm" So here it is 😁

I take no responsibility, because I have no idea how to write Chase 😅 (Sweet, puppy, sassy, sarcastic, emo, a little bit pissed?😄) Read at your own risk 😆

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Nurses with devil horns, doctor's assistants at the reception with halos.

Hopefully this was not a preview of your future after the treatment...

Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital.

Did devils and angels fit in with this? And superhero T-shirts under doctor's coats?

Your gaze wandered around, over bright glass fronts and water features. In any case, it was a hospital that probably got its income from well-heeled private patients, or something else. At least it couldn't have come from someone like you in the outpatient consultation. A nice hospital and maybe not quite your cub of tea, but because of your doctor's vacation you were referred here as the next medical contact point.

"House! You don't run away from me! House!", the voice of a woman tore you out of your thoughts and a black-haired head of curls scurried down the corridor accompanied by clacking heels. You could tell that despite her excitement, she tried to muffle her voice. Which she only moderately succeeded. Had she perhaps escaped a relative or a patient at all? A daughter who chased after her father?

The hospital seemed to be hectic and quiet at the same time. Many patients. A coming and going. Nevertheless, the reception staff, doctors and nurses always remained calm. Perhaps a little too relaxed. Unfazed.

Suddenly, your name was called and your next waiting station was the examination room.

"G'day," the door opened, "I'm Dr. Robert Chase. I have here your medical records and the notes of the symptoms from the registration."

A flowing doctor's coat, beige clothing underneath and... was a crocodile laughing at you from the pocket of the white coat? Was he actually a pediatrician?

To be honest, you pay less attention to what the young doctor said, because it was just procedure anyway. Your eyes were much more occupied with his appearance. He moved quickly, but by no means rushed or hurried. His words were routine, but still not disinterested.

But all the more it tickled your ears as he said it. There was an accent that you knew and liked. Where did you know it from exactly? And why did you like it exactly? You didn't remember it right away.

You would have to suppress the slight burgeoning joy in your eyes a little bit.

Blonde, slightly longer hair framed large blue-green eyes, which then looked at you attentively after the doctor had pulled out a stool and was now sitting in front of you.

Dr. Chase, he had said.

Well, you were glad to have been assigned the younger Dr. Chase, who looked at you sensitively with his blue eyes, instead of a doctor who had been unnerved over the years and for whom your presence was an inconvenience.

But there were a few younger doctors walking around here, as you had seen at the entrance. Was it because it was a teaching hospital? Did you have that right in your head?

"The most significant symptoms are unusual muscle pain and insomnia?"

"Yes," you confirm with a nod.

"Do you also feel dizzy?"

You shrugged, "A little, maybe. But I think it's normal to feel hazy and weak when you don't sleep properly, isn't it?"

The young doctor moved closer to you again and his eyes of turquoise water now looked directly into yours. He looked into your pupils scrutinizingly, you, on the other hand, were briefly captivated by the color of his eyes, which were now so close to you.

"I'm going to briefly test your pupil reaction with light," he informed you, warning you about the bright light of the ophthalmoscope.

The light was unpleasant, but strangely his hands that were gently resting against your head were not. A tangible touch. Gentle guidance. A gentle breath of a touch on your temple.

All of this caught your attention more than the light or the examination room around you.

Was he just a good doctor, an empathetic person or was it unfair of you just because he was young and handsome not to find the examination unpleasant at all?

Your lips pressed together briefly to avoid getting stupid ideas.

Was it perhaps already too late for that?

If you didn't have any pain, then you would have said by now at the latest that you only imagine your deterioration if you had such thoughts in the hospital during the examination.

"Describe the insomnia to me exactly," he said calmly, after checking the isocoria of your eyes and leaning back again and looking at you attentively.

"Well... I do fall asleep, but strangely enough, I always wake up at the same time in the middle of the night. And very abruptly, so that I have strong palpitations and then can't fall asleep anymore."

"Do you have a kind of oppressive feeling in your chest then?"

"Exactly, yes!"

After this statement from you, he reached for a stethoscope and instructed you to check your heart and breathing. The metal headpiece of the stethoscope was cold. But to be honest, you didn't know if it was this that sent a short shiver down your body or the proximity of Dr. Chase's hand. Hopefully, the instrument's membrane didn't transmit the frequency ranges for young blonde doctors of your beating heart. And if it did, then hopefully he didn't listen to it. What you couldn't imagine during his careful examination.

Instead of being happy to no longer feel the cold headpiece of the stethoscope on your chest and back, something like disappointment crept into your gut feeling when Chase moved away from you. Good thing he didn't examine your stomach and the weird feelings in it.

Instead, he checked your blood pressure afterwards and the tight cuff let you concentrate again.

"The breath and heart rate are normal, but the blood pressure is a bit elevated," he told you and you could tell from his voice that he was already starting to think while he reached for his clipboard.

"And do you take this medication regularly for your chronic disease?" he asked, pointing to the patient form you had filled out when you were admitted.

"Yes."

"How many?"

"As needed. If the pain is too severe. In the last few weeks it has been more frequent because I was in pain almost every day."

"Did the doctor tell you how many you can take a week?"

You frowned, "Um... a week? Hm, no. Not really. Except that it can't be more than one a day."

"And the new medication for daily use, since when have you had it?"

"Hmmm... for 2 weeks now."

Silence.

It made you a little nervous.

His eyes glided over the documents.

Inevitably, you wondered how that felt for the paper...

"So...", he suddenly raised his gaze and looked at you calmly again... As if there were only the two of you. As if there was no hustle and bustle out there. As if you and your problems, your body, were important. Your thoughts are important, your worries and your words. As if you were not a burden.

It was a feeling that you needed without knowing it.

„… it is a habituation of your body to the pills," he began to explain, "because it is a very strong phase at the moment, you had to take it unusually often. This was too often, so it resulted in a certain kind of dependence for the body with side effects. You couldn't notice that, because you were already worse off anyway. That's why it didn't stand out. Until the side effects became atypical."

Frowning showed your concern.

"But that can be fixed," he smiled briefly as if he had recognized the black cloud in your thoughts.

"You will stop taking the pills for the next 10 days. You don't have to worry that the phase will now deteriorate further. Because now the tablets have not brought any improvement anyway, but have only added further side effects to the condition. In the meantime, I will prescribe you a prostaglandin synthesis inhibitor, which you take daily to stabilize all again. After that, you can take your medication again in case of worse phases, but be careful not to use it more than 10 times a month. Otherwise, this is not the right medication for you. I will also prescribe calcium channel blockers for the evening."

Dr. Chase calmly explained the connections to you and asked if the procedure was okay for your, before he entered his test results in the data sheet.

Again afterwards this silence.

His voice with this special sound was missing in the room.

"The staff is already spreading a little Halloween spirit," your voice broke the silence.

"Yes, if you are often more at work than at home, then you have to bring the holiday spirit here."

"As long as no one dresses up as a horror nurse," you joked, a crooked smile masking your discomfort.

The doctor looked up at you briefly and returned your skew smile: "Why? Does something like that scare you?"

"A little," you admitted, "at least as long as I'm a patient. I prefer the sister in the honeybee costume."

"Don't worry. Zombie and horror apocalypses only happen in our hospital when someone messes up the nurses' shift."

There it was again, that voice with that accent. Both somehow warm. But... Why a little sad even though he was so polite? Maybe he had a long night behind him.

"And you're dressed as...", you eyed up him up and down again, from the beige cargo shirt with matching pocketed cargo pants, "... Scout? Archaeologist?"

"Um... no... I...", embarrassment came to his fine face and voice.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a stuffed animal crocodile.

You weren't mistaken.

Dr. Chase tucked the crocodile under his arm as if he had it in a headlock.

"Actually, I wanted to be Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin."

A gentle smile came to your lips as you looked at the young doctor, “I should have noticed,” you said to him.

"I just always liked his enthusiasm and how he treated the animals well with so much joy and knowledge."

His eyes sparkled a little as he told this. Now less of a deep sad ocean and more of the blue sky. You could tell that he spoke from the heart and that it meant something to him. Somehow you could imagine that he was certainly also affectionate with animals. Why did you think about if Dr. Chase was kind to animals?

"And you rehearsed the Australian accent so well especially for the costume?"

He smiled at you a little crookedly: "God, no. I'm from Australia. But sometimes I have the feeling that this is less audible from year to year."

Almost with a hint of red cheeks, he put the stuffed crocodile aside and reached for his clipboard again. "Maybe it's a stupid costume, huh?" he asked, smiling sheepishly at you.

It seemed to him somehow important what others thought of him.

"Not at all," you answered immediately and with full conviction. "I even think it's the best costume in view."

One of your broad honest smiles met the australian Dr. Chase with the blond hair, who had really chosen the perfect costume and whose eyes could certainly shine as bright and friendly as Steve Irwin's, if only he had the right occasion.

"Besides, I've always liked this accent very much."

After you said that, you bit your tongue. Why did you say something like that? Why did you say it like that?

You tried to look everywhere, but not at the blond doctor in front of you.

The door was suddenly torn open, but only a crack wide, so that a short-haired gray mottled man with a wild stubble beard forced his way through. He peeked back through the crack for a moment and closed the door behind him.

He ignored your confused look and with a twitch of his eyebrows he registered you and Dr. Robert Chase, who... who didn't seem surprised at all, rather annoyed.

With his right arm extremely strongly supported on a cane, he came straight to you with a stiff leg.

Jeans, a large black baggy blazer, a wild linen shirt with a wild T-shirt underneath. Just as wild as his beard and hair.

Sneakers.

Automatically you started to wonder how you should know this costume composition. Was he a character from a TV series? A celebrity? Did it just not occur to you or did you not know it at all?

"And what do we have here?", the older of the two men grabbed the folder with the patient data and his eyes scanned it while he leaned casually there. His voice as bored as his attitude.

"House, I've already made the diagnosis. It is a consequential symptom of the chronic disease and the previous medication."

Robert Chase's tone began to change, as did his whole attitude since the other man had entered.

"Oh, are you sure about that, Dr. Chase?" The piercing eyes of the apparent colleague flashed provocatively to Chase and then to you. That left you... irritated. He somehow seemed like a teacher... a teacher who retrieves knowledge in a very bizarre way.

"Wouldn't it be more appropriate to leave this patchwork quilt behind and rather find a more permanent solution?" The tone of the titled Dr. House, to his conspicuous voice, began to take on a theatrical distress. And swinging the cane, he walked around you. It was truly an instructive lecture; his tone made that clear. But somehow there was too much ridicule for didactic.

"Instead of spending any longer in the shallow waters of medication, we could also haul in the anchor of cowardice and start a much faster trip with a low dose of narcotics."

"No. This may take a little longer, but it's safer. Such active ingredients are not so well tolerated by the patient group. And before we completely throw the previous treatment overboard, it is first necessary to consult and communicate with the current doctor when he is back from vacation," Chase stated strictly.

The head with the short-tangled hair turned in your direction and skillfully ignored Robert "Maybe you better change the doctor, I have today...", he glanced at the door and listened briefly, "... a few more minutes here.”

"No. I trust Dr. Chase's diagnosis and treatment," your answer was firm.

It did not escape you that both looked at you briefly. Probably for various reasons, except that the older doctor was difficult to interpret.

"Sure?", his tilted head bent more in your direction and his gaze became more and more opaque "You don't have to fall for the first diagnosis and treatment, the choice is yours. What are you saying? Do you believe me, the more experienced colleague or the brand-new Dr. Chase?"

"House...", Robert sighed and almost sounded a little... pissed.

"I trust what Dr. Chase said," you reply to the staring gaze of the older of the two doctors.

"Trust... hmmm", the addressed House grimaced as if a wasp had stung him, "... trust should generally be banished in life, as a little tip. But there is no trust in medicine. There are only diagnostic tests and scientific results in black and white. So: you can either have a faster treatment with faster results, or..."

"House!" the younger doctor admonished his colleague.

"I'm going to try Dr. Chase's medication," your voice sounded calm between the two men.

Again, the bearded doctor stared first at you, then at the blonde doctor, who looked at him a little venomously and somehow…done.

Silence.

House clicked his tongue "Okay," he shrugged his shoulders as if he suddenly didn't care.

The guy was... strange.

"It is always important to stand by your decisions. After all, you have made them yourself. And you should only make them, if you're sure," said Dr. House very seriously and it didn't escape you that although his face didn't change, his eyes looked at the young colleague differently than before for a fraction of a second. Almost... appreciative.

He limped to the door, opened it a crack, peeked out as if he were on the run and slipped through.

Maybe he was.

The only question was whether from a woman or the law.

"And what kind of costume was he wearing? I really didn't realize that. Grumpy asshole, perhaps?" you joked, smiling in Robert's direction after House disappeared.

"Believe it or not, no, that wasn't a costume. Neither one nor the other. So... he's always like that," Chase replied and you noticed that your joke lit up his face again.

"Is he the head of department?" you wanted to know.

"No. The head of the hospital is Dr. Cuddy. The black-haired lady in blazer and skirt, you saw her in the hallway."

"Oh," slipped out of your mouth in amazement. So the black-haired beauty from earlier was the head of the entire hospital. That impressed you a little. So she was the full package.

The raven-black curls, the filigree nose and the long legs in stilettos in a tight pencil skirt – that gave her a beguiling appearance. A magical look as if she could be a powerful, mysterious sorceress in another universe.

But in this universe, she was apparently no less – no, but the boss of the fanciest hospital you've ever been to.

A hospital with young blond doctors who also spoke like australian wildlife conservationists.

"But he is the head of diagnostics. So he's my supervisor and therefore my boss."

"Diagnostics?" you asked, your head tilted. "I've never heard of a department like this."

"It's a special department. We come to the cases in which previous treatments by other doctors have not worked and no medically flawless diagnosis could be made. Or the cases of our hospital, which are very serious and could not be clarified immediately," he explained to you and somehow there was a certain hidden passion in his words. He liked what he was doing very much. Even if something seemed to make him sad because he kept looking so tense. But that was probably what eternally long shifts made of one.

A soft, sincere smile from your lips fell brightly on Dr. Chase.

"Then I trusted the right person."

Robert looked at you for a moment, again so serious and matter-of-fact, but still there was an expression in his eyes as if he was somehow taken by surprise by this statement on your part. Was the word trust the problem? Did he miss it? Or were you a little frank?

"Actually, I think his way is quite ok. Direct. Brutally honest. Nevertheless, someone should tell him that you should approach patients differently. And I didn't like how he treated you. What was that supposed to do?"

Frowning, you looked at him expectantly. You had never come across anything like this before.

Robert Chase shook his head briefly with a hiss through his teeth and continued to write on his prescription pad.

"You shouldn't rack your brains about that. House is just like that. If he can't provoke, then he's missing something. So grummpy asshole is the standard."

"I kind of think he wanted to challenge you. He wanted to test how much you stand behind your approach. Whether you can be influenced or defend yourself. Even in front of your boss."

Blonde strands fell from his fine face as he raised his head at your statement and stared towards the door where House had just disappeared. Aquatic eyes removed in thought. Distant like deep blue seas. He was really thinking about your words.

"No," he interrupted his brooding with a shake of his head. "I think asshole is true," he grinned in your direction.

Your hand reached for the stuffed animal crocodile that Chase had put aside earlier and stroked its head while the young australian doctor silently finished writing the prescriptions.

The crocodile was nice and fluffy. Soft.

"But what do I know, it's hard for me to assess and let alone judge someone I don't even know. But hey, as the saying goes: I could be a psychiatrist and that's enough for me."

You smiled at the blonde doctor before it slipped into an embarrassed smile: "A stupid joke in front of a doctor, isn't it?"

"Not at all," Robert Chase replied, quoting you from earlier, and looked up at you from his documents with a knowing smile. His blue eyes gave you that look... Somehow there was something calm and gentle about him. Even though his features, when they hung on the files and diagnosed, were rock-hard, serious and concentrated, and remained so when he looked at you with a doctor's eye, there was still something gentle and familiar about his presence.

And it was nicer when his so concentrated, professional, serious expression was loosened up with a slight smile as he is now.

Maybe the sleep deprivation was already driving you crazy. After all, you shouldn't think about such things at the doctor's office.

"So...", Chase held out the medication prescription to you, "... proceed as discussed and see your doctor immediately after his vacation. I am giving you the documents of the examination. And if your condition deteriorates in any way, then come back here immediately."

"Alright," you nodded to him as you stood up and watched him get the duplicates from the clipboard.

You look at his costume under the lab coat again.

Robert "Irwin" Chase, Doctor and Crocodile Hunter.

"Do you still go out to celebrate Halloween with your colleagues after work?"

"Hmm... maybe a few of the colleagues will go out together later. But you never know if that will work.

"Why?"

"Hospitals. But also you don't know if you still feel like going out afterwards... or feel like to be with your colleagues," he grinned briefly.

"Besides, you can also celebrate just with two people," he said and his tone suddenly went in a completely different direction.

You blinked at Chase, whereupon he grimaced and apologetically avoided your gaze.

"That was stupid and not funny, I..."

With one step you were with him and he raised his head in surprise when he felt you press the stuffed crocodile into his hand. Aquamarines of the seas stared into your eyes and at your smiling lips in surprise.

"For a Crocodile Hunter you give up very quickly," your voice complains surprisingly coquettishly.

"Me and my friends wanted to go to the roadhouse. A Halloween evening takes place there every year. Costumes, great decorations, nice music, dance floor, yet quiet sitting niches and a bar. And no, I didn't intend to drink anything!"

Appeasing and solemnly swearing, you held your hands in the air, a happy smile on your lips.

"Why don't you come with your colleagues. But only if they have such great costumes as you.”

Hesitate.

In his eyes and on his lips.

Dr. Chase opened his mouth a little without saying anything, before he smirked and his oceanic eyes sparkled mischievously. “Well, then it's hard for me to say no. After all, someone has to make sure that you really don't overdo it and take it easy. Medical caution."

A grin stole onto your lips and you hoped that your ears didn't turn red with joy. "Of course. Medical caution, very important," you nodded in a feigned serious tone and a still feigned serious expression.

Before your luck ran out, you went to the door with your medical paperwork and grinned back at Chase once more:

"You are also welcome to bring your grumpy grouch boss. But only if he likes good music."

"That shouldn't be a problem. Then... see you there, mate," Dr. Chase said goodbye to you with a wink and especially for you in his strongest Australian accent.

It looked like he had caught himself more than just a crocodile...

➹a/n: How do we like to name the crocodile of Chase? 🐊 Steve? Or something less obvious?

What costume does the reader/you wear for Chase at the Halloween party? Sexy nun? 😉🤭 Just make sure there are no strawberries at the party 😉

written for @alpydk and your funny prompt

Treat yourself with a fluffy comfy fluff! Always remember: You are bold, brave and beautiful! Get yourself the sexy doctor and you can travel wherever you want! 💪

A Chase for a Chase 😁 I think that is a good deal, yes a very good bargain, indeed! Maybe one day I will write the sequel to your Chase fanfic for me, with all the headcanons it brought to my mind 😄

And I even have to include medical details in a character x reader story 😆🙈 I tried to make it as unspecific as possible. But you know me and what I usually write, I can't help it 😆

Let's make the Chase Tuesday to Chase Thursday 😉😁

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