Lisa Cuddy & Chase // Bells Ringing

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Reluctant when he pulled his hands away, she saw the deception in his eyes. It wasn’t really him, his actions, making her upset. Of course, his tenderness had sprung the tears, finding her in this vulnerable state, and allowing herself to be lead through it. To Lisa, that showed change. Or perhaps it showed that she was merely tired, too tired to care if anyone saw her. Too tired to carry on this put-together exterior. Which wasn’t far off in her professional life, just when it came to her personal life it was really all in shambles. But to be as successful as she was, some things had to be sacrificed. That’s what she liked to tell herself at least. But no, it wasn’t really what he had done. It was the lack of having that comfort readily available to her. And yet, it also had a great deal to do with the person offering it to her. That was the thing with Robert, had it been any other person, they really wouldn’t have cared at all. So perhaps it had been him, that had brought her to tears. Regardless, it was tears of relief, if anything. Of finally.. someone noticed.

Raising an eyebrow, Cuddy chuckled, grateful she had feeling back in her face, her confidence shooting through her once more as she eased herself back into herself. “I’m not some completely wilted flower, Chase. You’re not House You’re not going to offend me. Speak freely,” the woman responded to his obvious fear of offending as she leaned back in her chair, sighing and feeling the slight droop in her eye still, impairing her vision slightly. She could feel the dried tears on her face, there was no use hiding them now. It was ridiculous to think anyone would think less of her because of this. Even so… It. It stripped her of that ever needed control. Neat and tidy and planned. Getting a mini-stroke was not part of her plan.

“You’re right,” Cuddy said, smiling and nodding. “It’s called Bell’s Palsy. After one larger mini-stroke, it just. Comes and goes. They don’t know why it happens. But it’s common among people under serious stress or that have gone through extreme trauma,” she stated, snorting. “And yes, I know. I have my doctor. Every doctor needs a doctor,” the poised woman said, sitting up straighter and now avoiding eye contact as she blushed slightly. “Chase… I just.. I’m either here doing paperwork, or dealing with House, or trying to get my house back in order after House crashed a car in it, or going to run errands for Rachel, or tending to her, changing diapers. Outside of work I have maybe three friends? All of which are ten years younger than me and most likely have no idea how to react to Lisa Cuddy having problems,” she replied, looking down and blinking slowly. “I don’t have time to have problems. I’m not supposed to have problems.”

                That chuckling of hers was almost unsettling. It was almost like she knew something he didn’t, which of course would unnerve the most laid-back of all people, which Chase could have been classed as. He blinked twice in response, a little confused as to how any of this was funny, but then soon realized it was probably for another reason. He wasn’t thinking clearly in that moment. It was like his mind was there, fully functioning, yet somehow it was elsewhere at the same time, thinking about surfing, boobs or even work that he still had yet to finish. Chase’s mind was quite the place; there was never a time where he just relaxed totally, where he didn’t worry about something in the back of his mind, where he wasn’t constantly thinking and analysing and working out the best possible route to a destination where as many of the people around him would be as happy as he could possibly get it. To say the least, he was busy all of the time. If not physically then definitely mentally. While Cuddy took her seat, Chase swallowed as quietly as he could the bundle of nerves and worry that had gathered there and waltzed back to his place on the other side of her desk. Now this was how it was supposed to be between them; Chase on one end of the desk, Cuddy on the other, talking about medical business and the like.

Only it was different now.

Since he began working at the centre, life had taken a weird change for him. Suddenly all of those years he not-so-regrettably ‘wasted’ in uni and med school almost meant nothing now. Working at the hospital, he had a much bigger part to play than just… sewing back together cuts. It wasn’t what he should have been doing, but working anywhere without House just wouldn’t feel right. He’d never admit that, of course; he was far too facetious to say or even imply those things. But back to the basis of this situation now: this was how they were supposed to be. They weren’t supposed to have done that. They were boss and employee; they barely spoke to each other at all unless the topic of conversation was the morose medic House or one of his outlandish risk-taking procedures. Despite all of this, though, Chase had almost forgotten what he’d come here to ask of her. It was something to do with work because he never spoke to the woman outside of it… but just her reaction to his care alone in her wellbeing and not just her physical but mental health too told him otherwise. Plus, Cuddy’s words only confirmed this.  She only had three friends outside of work? But… but she was so… confident. Then, she practically spoke his mind half of the time; doctors or deans of medicine weren’t supposed to have problems or be as broken down as these two were. Coincidence, maybe. Or maybe not.

Chase lifted his pale eyes to view Cuddy from where they had previously been downcast, apparently surveying the papers on her desk as she spoke about them. She really did have a busy life. Not to mention Rachel was in the picture now, too. Mm. Rachel. Chase still hadn’t seen her apart from that one time at her baby-naming-ceremony. Now was probably a bad time to ask if she’d like to socialize, but still, he wondered about how that would pan out. Surprisingly, Sophia had only crossed his mind once during this whole meeting, and even then as he narrowed his eyes on the dean, she didn’t even crop up. Weird, huh? “Everyone gets stressed,” he said plainly, trying to come across as nonchalant as she always had seen him as. Bearing in mind the fact that he’d just wasted his time – more less he was holding her hands – he was still kind of freaking out inside. Chase knew that House had a thing for Cuddy; what was the old bastard going to do if he found out that this had happened without his knowledge? Jesus…

“That’s why we take breaks. Relax a little,” hypocrite. “it’s also why we get drunk on weekends and cherish that time that we do get off when people decide to stop dying—“ he paused a second and managed a small smirk, as well as touching his fingers to a pencil that lay on her desk, where he rolled it across the surface slowly. “—not that I really get to save those people anymore…” He trailed off and then shrugged mildly. A thought came into his mind, and with Cuddy’s new found comfortability around him, he relaxed a little and smiled slightly at her. “Why did you uh—make me… diagnose you?” he questioned, but then quickly shook his head and pouted. “Nah, forget I jus’ asked that,” The blonde held his lips together tightly for a moment before the corners of his mouth tugged wider still. He was sure he could get his boss to smile, she deserved that much. “If you want, maybe… You could take a day off,” Crap. Screwing it up, I’m screwing it up! “Take Rachel to the park or something. Forget about this,” he gestured to her work with his open hand, and then slid it back into his pocket satisfyingly. “for a day and just relax. I could try and cover your work, if you’d like,” well that was a poor proposition. “…Or we could just get drunk.” Woah, okay. “Y’know, we could probably both use a good’n, couldn’t we?” Chase didn’t know where the hell that just came from, but somewhere in the mix he forgot to mention that he should have invite her properly… with him and Sophia. Oh well, too late for that. Anyway, they were just friends. A drink wouldn’t hurt. Right?

Exactly.

Back To Work // Open!

//This is my first post since my hiatus; SO HI FOLLOWERS HOW ARE YOU HI

Chase still didn’t feel one hundred per cent. It was only his second week since the accident, he’d been taking it easy for a while, just lying low with Sophia while she went to work at least three times a week; but he really couldn’t put off the fact that House would fire him if he didn’t return. Injury or personal issues didn’t matter to the older male, nothing did, it was absolutely fruitless to believe that Chase would receive any hint of care from his boss. So here he was, in the locker room, finishing up gathering his things for his first morning back at work since.. well, since that happened.

With a small sigh, Chase looked down at the cast that his right wrist and forearm was encased with. The only thing that was on it was a small note from Sophia reading “Don’t hurt yourself, love you x” in her perfect handwriting, in a purple-coloured pen. She wrote that before he left for work to act as a spirit-lifter and to remind him that she was never too far. Which of course was true; she was only a ten minutes’ walk away from where he worked in the building to her office, so all was good. The only thing he was really worried about was being lectured by House or anyone else on the team. He hadn’t spoken to anyone since before the accident; he doubted anyone even knew about it. And then that brought Allison into the equation: what was the little red head going to do when she saw him? Broken wrist, black eye, cut lip, bruises up the whazoo, she wasn’t ever going to let him leave her sight ever again. Part of him was dreading that meeting, but that was overshadowed by how much he missed her. The little redhead was his patient, his little girl; he cared for her a great deal. It was safe to say that they might as well have been siblings with how they treated each other.

All too soon there came a formidable panging in his chest, and he felt… butterflies. It felt like his first day of school all over again as he entered the main building having being gathering his stuff and sorting such things out in the locker room beforehand. “Here goes,” he whispered quietly to himself, and pushed the door open with his good hand, a medical file clutched in the fingers of his other. At first he ignored all eyes on him from various nurses and patients alike. No doubt it was weird seeing the blonde walk back into the building after weeks of being non-existent, but he really didn’t care. He just wanted to sit down, rest a bit (because frankly his neck was killing him), and read up on anything he missed. The room that he’d entered was the main room of the building, where patients would go to socialize, talk with doctors and nurses et cetera et cetera. From what he could tell it was moderately busy, although he was avoiding looking up too much at the people who were staring back. He could imagine how weird it must have looked. No lab coat, messy-bed-headed blonde hair, black eye, cut lip, cast; he looked like a highly educated mess with that tie and that medical file in hand. Still, it felt good to be back, and he could tell that this whole “work” thing would come back to him quicker than he hoped (which was a very good thing – he was very bored at home resting.)

Chase took a seat at his favourite table, somewhere near the back of the room, surrounded by windows to let in lots of natural light. He’d go here to talk with Allison in the mornings normally, but he still hadn’t seen her since the sleepover. He was secretly still scared of being fired over that, but as far as anyone knew, Allison went to visit her aunt for a day and Chase simply took a day off. It wasn’t a big deal, but it still played on his mind like a cat toying with a mouse. It wasn’t a nice feeling, but then again, nothing really felt good besides this new desire to get work done. Chase hurt all over, he shouldn’t really be returning to work since he was the one who came away with the worst injuries out of anyone in the crash, but still, that wasn’t going to keep him down. Chase set the medical file down on the table top and scanned its various contents with his pale, sky-blue eyes, smiling faintly at how he read up on some newly admitted patients, some who had gotten better in the time he was off, and some who had improved since he last saw them. With eyes downcast, he forgot all about the nurses in the room who were contemplating welcoming him back to work, or to ask what the hell gave him that cast and related injuries, and just focused on the words on the page, completely immersed by the work he so dearly missed over his time off.

No Words // Challison

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Allison frowned a bit. “But… but won’t it be uncomfortable?” she asked him softly and then went into the living room, looking at the big sofas. Though she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty… she had taken his bed. The red head sighed a bit and then looked at him. “I don’t mind us sleeping together, we are best friends after all,” she said matter-of-factly and then proceeded to skip around the house again, determined to remember every little thing, she had to go back to the rehab the next day and she wanted to remember everything, so that if she ever got sad or scared, she’d simply memorise Chase’s house and then she’d feel happy again, she was certain of it.

Allison skipped right back into the kitchen to ask him what to draw and then nodded. “Okay, I’ll do the bestest drawing ever and then I’ll sign it, though you have to help me not to make my letters all wobbly, and it’ll be my present to you for letting me stay here!” she said eagerly and then turned to look at him, her eyes wide. “Wait! All my colouring stuff is in my suitcase!” she said and then dashed off to the living room, where her white suitcase was parked. SHe opened it carefully, hunted around for her colours and some paper and then skipped right back in to the kitchen, plopping down on the chair and putting down the paper in front of her, grabbing a pencil and gently beginning to sketch Ariel, her eyes set in concentration. It was the only time she was ever concentated, when she was drawing.

                While Allison busied herself with grabbing her things from her suitcase, Chase sat himself down at the island in the kitchen with his arms placed on the counter top. He watched Allison closely, glad that she’d been able to actually cheer up a little bit. He was still, however, tormented about this inside. Allison was like his little sister now. She’d gotten much closer that he would have otherwise preferred; but he loved her like a sister. He really meant that. While he watched her now though, he was torn. He cared for her so much that he was risking his job right that second to just be there for her. Not any patient was allowed around his home, so this was either very good or very bad. Chase couldn’t decide which, but he’d adopted a slightly pessimistic attitude, so he went for the worst option in almost every situation.

“Allison,” he began as she joined him again. He kept his eyes downcast as she drew Ariel, which would have brought a smile to his face if he wasn’t so emotionally scarred right then. “…I’m sorry,” he added quietly. “I promised I’d keep you safe but I couldn’t.” Where this conversation was heading, he didn’t know, but he was already regretting what he’d just said. Stupid Chase – stupid emotions – stupid everything!

No Words // Challison

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Allison smiled at him when she was hugged back and then nodded, her red hair bobbing up and down. “All for me?” she gasped and then frowned. “But where will you sleep?” she asked him with an innocent smile before she let go of him and cuddled Kitty close. “Kitty feels safe here,” she said after having brought the toy to her ear and pretended to have listened. “I do too,” she added, flashing him a smile before she was impressed yet again. Never in her whole life had she been told such thing. To take whatever she wanted? She gasped a bit and then blew him a kiss but shook her head. Too much priviledge for her, she was used to not eating or drinking for hours on end so she was fine. “No, thank you!” she said happily and then skipped off to explore the house. “Chase?” she piped up from the living room. “When we move to Australia, will this house be sad?” she asked him as she looked at the walls and wondered what she could draw. For the moment, she had completly forgotten what had happened with Louis and Grace and the fox, though she had vowed earlier to tell Chase, she wanted to leave it till later.

The red head skipped around the house, filling it with her questions and singing and laughing and giggling and for a few moments, the old Allison was back. She hummed as she went to the bedroom to check out the huge bed again, not really believing she’d be able to sleep in such a luxurious bed. She felt… She felt blessed. There was no other way for it, as she looked at the bed and took in her surroudings, she really felt blessed and thankful. She left the room and went to the kitchen, all smiles and dimple when she finally spotted Chase. “What shall I draw first?” she asked him happily, playing with her skirt, straightening it out and then twirling a lock of her red hair between her fingers. “I can draw anything, don’t worry, so you can pick the easiest or normalest or hardest thing to do!” she assured him, her eyes wide as she sat on the chair and swung her legs, looking at her bright pink Keds. She was quite good at not getting dirty, her father couldn’t stand her looking dirty so she had learnt not to, always freaking out if her clothes got marks on them. Some thought she was just some spoilt chick when she screeched, which was far from it, no one ever guessed the beating that would come from having dirty clothes.

                Chase looked down at Allison with interested blue eyes. He really couldn’t sleep in the same bed with her… could he? No, she was a seventeen year old girl. It wouldn’t matter to the police or to House if she had the mental age of a nine year old. She was… well, she was almost a woman. And now Chase wasn’t a single guy anymore. In fact, the more that Chase thought about it, the more that this seemed like a bad idea. Sophia knew that Allison was Chase’s patient, she was his little girl, but would she even allow this? He doubted it, and so, wouldn’t tell her. If Sophia didn’t know about any of this then she couldn’t condone him for it. It would all be fine as long as he shut the hell up.

“I have a sofa in there..” he pointed out, gesturing behind her to the living room. “Two, actually.” He then watched eagerly as the red head turned and proceeded to explore his home even more, leaving him alone in the kitchen again. By the time Allison had returned to him after presumably jumping on his bed for a while, he was leaning over the counter, reading what looked like very important letters and bills. He didn’t look too impressed with them; but counted Allison’s arrival again as a blessing in disguise. “Draw…” he began, speaking before he even had a good answer for her. “Draw you ‘n Ariel.  It’ll be a work of art, I’m sure,” he said with a wide smile, his one rare dimple showing in his left cheek, before he brushed the papers to the side and back into a pile. 

Dear brother || Sophia & Chase

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Sophia could feel Daniel’s annoyance with her actions, something that made her smile. But what made that smile spread all the way to her eyes, and down to her chest and stomach, was the expression on Chase’s face and the certainty that this was real. She was happy. Really happy. How long ago had she wondered if  she would ever experience happiness. 

If only I could bring the same to the patients.. Angel, Alli.. Lucy, Grace, all of them. They deserve it, more than I do.

Daniel could only contain himself for so long. He gave a chuckle, but he manage to sound disgusted anyway.
“Or they adorable,” he hissed “Kiss and love, my oh my. Adorable indeed. Do you really think he’ll stay, Sophia? And do you really think she can love at all, blondie? You will be disappointed, both of you.”
“Soon,” Sophia mouthed to Chase, turning back to her brother.
“Is there anything you can do for him? I mean.. Take him outside, just for a while?  Ice cram? Vanilla, that’s his favourite,” she asked the two policemen standing in the room to keep Daniel from hurting others and, mostly, himself. They looked confused, looking at the other for confirmation, before the shortest of them replied.
“Of course, ma’am, that wouldn’t be impossible with.. Proper reasources.”
“Thank you,” Sophia said softly, turning back to Chase and reaching for his hands with both of hers.
“Yeah, I’m done.”
“WHAT!?” came the upset voice of Daniel “What!? Sophia, stay! Don’t you dare leave! Why, why are you doing this? WHY ARE YOU NICE!? REMEMBER WHAT I DID TO JENNIE, REMEBER HOW SHE SCREAMED YOUR NAME! SHE COULD HAVE BEEN ALIVE IF YOU..”

But Sophia had already begun walking towards the door, keeping close to Chase. For once, Daniel’s words only sent small jolts of pain through her, not even close to what they once had. She felt strangely content, happy. Sophia wasn’t sure what it was that had brought her to actually giving Daniel those things, but she had done it. A part of her still hoped Daniel would magically be cured, probably. Daniel’s words went over to one of those inhuman screams, but Sophia didn’t turn around or give him the attention he wanted, she just kept walking.

Once outside, the brunette fell against Chase, suddenly exhausted.
Last time, Sophia thought, last time I had to keep my head high. I had to be strong. Everything is so different now, with Chase. Sophia took a deep breath as if saying ‘it’s over now, we survived’ and turned her grey eyes to look up at the australian.

                The whole time that Sophia spent conversing with that putrid brother of hers as well as the two accompanying policemen; Chase spent studying the situation from afar. He eyed Daniel as he pressed himself to the glass, desperate to get his sisters attention, and more so how he struggled once the two policemen began dragging him outside by his scrawny thin arms. There was a smirk plastered across the Australian’s lips, and it remained there until Sophia took him the opposite way, back outside.

The air was no longer as cold as Chase remembered, although certain things seemed the same. The sky was still the same dull shade of grey, the path was still littered with various leaves, his car was still parked perfectly where he’d left it; but more importantly, Sophia’s demeanour had switchedyet again. She fell against him with a little too much force, which caught Chase off guard and made him stumble slightly. Chase wrapped an arm securely around her shoulders and carried on walking with her, his smile faded now. He simply looked across the way that they passed through without saying a word. He felt strangely out of place… almost… wrong.

OH NO I’M GETTING FEELS IN THE MIDDLE OF SCHOOL WHAT DO I DO HELP ME

INTERNALLY SCREAMING AND CASUALLY GOING ABOUT MY BUSINESS OF FUHK

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Day Off // Sophia&Chase

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Sophia hesitated a moment when she was enabled to turn around. What was it was was so bad Chase didn’t want her to see it? Had he seen something that disgusted him? Sophia sat still, trying to come up with some sort of theory as to why he had stoppedm but was unable to and turned her upper body so she could face him, placing her hands on the softa for support.

As soon as she saw his blush, her downcast eyes and almost defeated look (no, it was more shame, Sophia decided) she understood. Of course, it wasn’t just a massage. That explained the stroking movements, the pulling closer, everything. Did she really expect Chase, or herself, to handle a massage and keep it “just” friendly. Sophia held back a giggle at his ashamed look, but despite that a quiet chuckle escaped her. 
“Hey, don’t look to ashamed,” she said “I know you’re a guy, and I know what a massage means.” Then she repeated what she had said earlier that morning, one more time after that and probably would say a lot of time: 
“Stop worrying so much.”

                The sincerity in Sophia’s voice along with her little giggle relieved Chase of his stress and embarrassment. He looked up at the brunette and reflected her smirk with one of his own, although the red coloured blush never left his cheeks. He had both hands folded neatly in his lap, his back was slightly slouched and he, although the amount of sleep they both had gotten, looked a little tired. The blonde searched Sophia’s expression for acceptance or even if she was going to condemn him, but she simply spoke and told him to ‘stop worrying’. As if following strict orders, Chase nodded and breathed out quietly, before he swallowed and found himself a comfier position against the cushions on the sofa.

As if Chase had nothing to lose, he threw a spanner into the works and probably just about made everything one thousand times worse for himself. He leaned his head on the back of the sofa and stretched out slightly, his eyes focused on Sophia’s while he pursed his lips. He thought about not saying it, but then he might never get the chance to again, so he took the chance and spoke: “I fancy you.” He said simply, he smirk on his lips remaining there the whole time. He hoped that she’d understand his British slang instead of him having to explain what he meant.. ‘What does that mean?’ ‘I have the hots for you.’ ‘Oh, that’s nice.’ ‘Yeah, I guess.’ Now that conversation would be one that would kill him with the amount of embarrassment.

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Dear brother || Sophia & Chase

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That little gesture, that small nod Chase gave, meant the world to Sophia. It was as if he approved of her, approved of her love, of her brother (even though Daniel was a demon in it’s true form), approve of her words. Sophia felt a wave of triumph wash over her, seeing a new kind of light in Chase’s eyes. Hints of the light she had manage to beckon forth earlier, but now it seemed stronger. He believed her, he loved her and he was confident about it. Daniel faded into the background, if he said anything it was left unheard to Sophia. For the moment, she could only hear Chase’s voice, and she was sure that this was right. They were right. 

Sophia closed the distance she had created between them and gently put her hands around Chases neck, up on the back of his head. She didn’t reply, she just smiled in a way she only did when Chase was there. Still as gently, she pulled him in, closer to her, and placed a soft kiss on his lips. She could hear Daniel curse behind her, but ignored him. 
“I think I’m done here,” she said “are you?” 

                With each step that Sophia took towards him, Chase could literally feel his heart grow stronger than ever before. He loved Sophia so much, more than he ever had Cameron, more than Grace, more than breathing – he knew that for sure now. As Sophia placed both hands on his skin, his neck, and then raked her fingers gently through his previously well-kept blonde hair, he could’ve sworn that he felt bolts of electricity zap through every fibre in his body. Sophia placed the daintiest of all kisses on his lips, although Chase felt much, much more passion than her in that moment, so as soon as she pulled away, he quickly closed in again to kiss her once more.

After they kiss had been played out, Chase pulled away from Sophia, both hands placed on her hips possessively. “Mhm,” he agreed quietly, tilting his head as he looked into her eyes. In that moment they both looked like a completely in-love couple sharing the first dance at their wedding, and if not for the dreary background and odd circumstances, it would have been beautiful, Chase was sure of it. “Ready when you are.”