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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-27 03:40 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-27 03:40 pm
Chase and Cameron - Babysitting
Fandom: House MD
Title: Babysitting
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Robert Chase, Allison Cameron, and Steve McQueen.
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house_fest Prompt: "Steve McQueen escapes whilst Character A is rat-sitting. S/he will go to any lengths to keep House from noticing."
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Chase knew he never should have been forced to babysit Steve.
Author's Note: I have no idea how good/bad this is. But I am happy with it, therefore, I hope others are happy with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of House MD. They're owned by Fox.
Steve McQueen was far, far too amused by this.
The Great Caned One was leaving him in someone else’s care for a little while, and for once it wasn’t the Annoying One, who only smothered him half to death and never gave him a moment’s peace. But then again it wasn’t the Brown One, who popped in to feed him, who talked a lot about who Steve could only assume was the Great Caned One, but Steve never understood a word he said. And it definitely wasn’t the Nice One, who didn’t react quite the same way to the Great Caned One’s jeering, but Steve still enjoyed it nonetheless. It wasn’t even one of the other one, who had yet to acquire a name, but Steve knew her face. She would come in every once in a while and give him his food and water and make sure he was comfortable before breezing out the door, no this—this was someone new. The Blond One who now stood in front of him talked in a funny voice, and the Great Caned One seemed almost overly eager to talk in a loud jeering manner in his direction. Steve still had no idea what he was saying, but he could tell that the Blond One didn’t like what was being said.
There were muttered oaths once the Great Caned One had left, and then the Blond One turned to him, giving him a somewhat forced smile. Steve just watched on always amused when the Great Caned One tore it into someone else. He looked up expectantly at the giant blond head that leaned over him, and he looked scared with the face that the Blond One was making at him.
“Of course he leaves me with a rodent. Vile little creatures. I hate rodents.”
Steve didn’t understand what he was saying, but he could tell by the look on his face that he was not very happy to see Steve. In fact, he didn’t look like he liked Steve at all. Steve let out a little squeak of hurt, but that only caused the look of dislike on the Blond One’s face to increase, and he turned away to walk back to the couch and turn on the television. Steve stood there, blinking at the man’s back for a second.
So he doesn’t like me, huh? Steve thought to himself as he retreated into his cage, Well, let’s see how he likes it when he can’t find me.
***
Chase glanced up at the unexpected knock on the door, before lazily climbing to his feet to answer it. He really wasn’t in the mood to see anyone at the moment, and he wasn’t expecting anyone, so he was already confused as to who could be at his door. It was bad enough he got saddled with taking care of House’s pet rodent while he was in rehab, he really wasn’t in the mood for entertaining company at the same time. Pulling the door open, he frowned when he saw Cameron standing there.
“Hi,” she said brightly, and he continued to look confused.
“Hi, Cameron,” he replied, “What are you doing here?”
“Just wanted to check on how you and Steve were doing,” she said with a shrug.
“We’re fine,” Chase stated flatly, “Anything else?”
“Mind if I come in?”
“Sure,” he sighed, holding open the door for her as she walked in. He watched as she went directly to the cage, before shrugging and settling back down onto the couch to watch his show. It was quiet for a moment, before Cameron spoke up again, a frown of confusion on her face.
“Chase?”
“Yeah?”
“Where’s Steve?”
“He’s in his cage. Where else would he be?”
There was a long pause before Cameron spoke up again, “No, he’s not.”
Chase glanced over at her for a second before rolling his eyes, “Don’t joke like that, Cameron. It’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking.” He threw her a look over the edge of the couch, but she didn’t flinch, “I’m seriously not.”
With a heavy sigh, Chase got up from the couch and walked over to the cage. “He’s probably hiding in one of the tubes,” he said, starting to tap on the tubes, listening for the soft squeak of disturbance from the small furry animal that supposedly lay inside. When he didn’t hear it, he could start to feel the level of panic rise in his chest.
“No,” he said, picking up the wire frame, and starting to move it almost to the point of shaking it, “No. Oh, nononononono.”
Cameron took the cage from his hands and placed it back down on the table, “Chase, calm down.”
“Calm down?” he said, gaping at her, “Cameron, House is going to kill me!”
“He’s not going to kill you,” Cameron replied, “Just take a couple deep breaths—”
“Not going to kill me?” he continued, “I just lost one of his only friends, why would he not kill me?”
“He’s not going to kill you because we’re going to find him,” Cameron replied, keeping her voice calm, before glancing around the apartment, “Besides, he couldn’t have gone far—right?”
***
By the time that the phone rang, the two of them had virtually torn apart Chase’s apartment looking for him, and they had found nothing. The panic was starting to rise for Chase again, and this time Cameron was starting to feel it as well. Trying to keep herself as calm as possible, she glanced among the wreckage for something small gray and furry, but so far she was coming up empty. Chase was frantically pacing through his living room, muttering things about how House was certain to make his death slow and painful and more comments of the like, when the phone suddenly rang.
They both jumped five feet in the air, before Chase went digging through his stuff to find where they had buried the phone. He took a couple deep breaths before he answered, as to sound calmer on the phone than he felt.
“Hello?” There was a pause, and then Cameron saw Chase’s eyes go wide in fear, “House!”
She cringed silently, as though not to alert the speaker on the other end of the phone that she was there.
“How are things going?—Fine, things are fine.” Cameron started more frantically searching, while Chase collapsed on the couch with a sigh of frustration.
“Me and Steve?—We’re getting on great.—Well, I’m sorry not everyone can be as annoyed with my incompetence as you are, House.”
Cameron emerged from the kitchen and she spotted something the line of grey bookshelves in his apartment suddenly had an extra lump to it. And then the lump started to move. She thought of alerting Chase, bue he was so wrapped up in the phone call that he didn’t even notice her attempts to silently get his attention.
“You want to talk to him?” Chase gave Cameron a panicked look, and she started slashing her hand across her throat, before pointing to where Steve was perched on top of his bookshelf.
“He’s, uhh—he’s taking a nap right now.—He is. We stayed up late last night trading hair tips and painting our nails.—Nothing. Look, I’ll have him call you when he wakes up, alright?—Look, House, he can’t talk to you right now. He can’t talk period he’s a rat for Christ’s sake. He doesn’t have the upper brain function.—Alright, House.—Alright.—Goodbye.” He hung up without waiting for a response from the other end of the phone, and then tossed the phone back on the couch as he and Cameron started to make their way to corner Steve.
“You do realize that you just hung up on your boss,” Cameron stated.
“What’s he going to do?” Chase replied, “He’s miles away from here. He can bitch all he likes later.” At that, they both lunged forward, at the same time that Steve got up, and started scurrying for the other end of the bookshelf, causing Chase and Cameron to collide with each other, before stumbling backwards with a groan of pain.
“I still maintain that House is going to kill me,” Chase replied slowly, rubbing the spot where his head had collided with Cameron’s.
“Stop whining,” she sighed, before following the path that Steve had taken, “We gotta catch that rat.”
Title: Babysitting
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Robert Chase, Allison Cameron, and Steve McQueen.
house_fest Prompt: "Steve McQueen escapes whilst Character A is rat-sitting. S/he will go to any lengths to keep House from noticing." Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Chase knew he never should have been forced to babysit Steve.
Author's Note: I have no idea how good/bad this is. But I am happy with it, therefore, I hope others are happy with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of House MD. They're owned by Fox.
Steve McQueen was far, far too amused by this.
The Great Caned One was leaving him in someone else’s care for a little while, and for once it wasn’t the Annoying One, who only smothered him half to death and never gave him a moment’s peace. But then again it wasn’t the Brown One, who popped in to feed him, who talked a lot about who Steve could only assume was the Great Caned One, but Steve never understood a word he said. And it definitely wasn’t the Nice One, who didn’t react quite the same way to the Great Caned One’s jeering, but Steve still enjoyed it nonetheless. It wasn’t even one of the other one, who had yet to acquire a name, but Steve knew her face. She would come in every once in a while and give him his food and water and make sure he was comfortable before breezing out the door, no this—this was someone new. The Blond One who now stood in front of him talked in a funny voice, and the Great Caned One seemed almost overly eager to talk in a loud jeering manner in his direction. Steve still had no idea what he was saying, but he could tell that the Blond One didn’t like what was being said.
There were muttered oaths once the Great Caned One had left, and then the Blond One turned to him, giving him a somewhat forced smile. Steve just watched on always amused when the Great Caned One tore it into someone else. He looked up expectantly at the giant blond head that leaned over him, and he looked scared with the face that the Blond One was making at him.
“Of course he leaves me with a rodent. Vile little creatures. I hate rodents.”
Steve didn’t understand what he was saying, but he could tell by the look on his face that he was not very happy to see Steve. In fact, he didn’t look like he liked Steve at all. Steve let out a little squeak of hurt, but that only caused the look of dislike on the Blond One’s face to increase, and he turned away to walk back to the couch and turn on the television. Steve stood there, blinking at the man’s back for a second.
So he doesn’t like me, huh? Steve thought to himself as he retreated into his cage, Well, let’s see how he likes it when he can’t find me.
***
Chase glanced up at the unexpected knock on the door, before lazily climbing to his feet to answer it. He really wasn’t in the mood to see anyone at the moment, and he wasn’t expecting anyone, so he was already confused as to who could be at his door. It was bad enough he got saddled with taking care of House’s pet rodent while he was in rehab, he really wasn’t in the mood for entertaining company at the same time. Pulling the door open, he frowned when he saw Cameron standing there.
“Hi,” she said brightly, and he continued to look confused.
“Hi, Cameron,” he replied, “What are you doing here?”
“Just wanted to check on how you and Steve were doing,” she said with a shrug.
“We’re fine,” Chase stated flatly, “Anything else?”
“Mind if I come in?”
“Sure,” he sighed, holding open the door for her as she walked in. He watched as she went directly to the cage, before shrugging and settling back down onto the couch to watch his show. It was quiet for a moment, before Cameron spoke up again, a frown of confusion on her face.
“Chase?”
“Yeah?”
“Where’s Steve?”
“He’s in his cage. Where else would he be?”
There was a long pause before Cameron spoke up again, “No, he’s not.”
Chase glanced over at her for a second before rolling his eyes, “Don’t joke like that, Cameron. It’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking.” He threw her a look over the edge of the couch, but she didn’t flinch, “I’m seriously not.”
With a heavy sigh, Chase got up from the couch and walked over to the cage. “He’s probably hiding in one of the tubes,” he said, starting to tap on the tubes, listening for the soft squeak of disturbance from the small furry animal that supposedly lay inside. When he didn’t hear it, he could start to feel the level of panic rise in his chest.
“No,” he said, picking up the wire frame, and starting to move it almost to the point of shaking it, “No. Oh, nononononono.”
Cameron took the cage from his hands and placed it back down on the table, “Chase, calm down.”
“Calm down?” he said, gaping at her, “Cameron, House is going to kill me!”
“He’s not going to kill you,” Cameron replied, “Just take a couple deep breaths—”
“Not going to kill me?” he continued, “I just lost one of his only friends, why would he not kill me?”
“He’s not going to kill you because we’re going to find him,” Cameron replied, keeping her voice calm, before glancing around the apartment, “Besides, he couldn’t have gone far—right?”
***
By the time that the phone rang, the two of them had virtually torn apart Chase’s apartment looking for him, and they had found nothing. The panic was starting to rise for Chase again, and this time Cameron was starting to feel it as well. Trying to keep herself as calm as possible, she glanced among the wreckage for something small gray and furry, but so far she was coming up empty. Chase was frantically pacing through his living room, muttering things about how House was certain to make his death slow and painful and more comments of the like, when the phone suddenly rang.
They both jumped five feet in the air, before Chase went digging through his stuff to find where they had buried the phone. He took a couple deep breaths before he answered, as to sound calmer on the phone than he felt.
“Hello?” There was a pause, and then Cameron saw Chase’s eyes go wide in fear, “House!”
She cringed silently, as though not to alert the speaker on the other end of the phone that she was there.
“How are things going?—Fine, things are fine.” Cameron started more frantically searching, while Chase collapsed on the couch with a sigh of frustration.
“Me and Steve?—We’re getting on great.—Well, I’m sorry not everyone can be as annoyed with my incompetence as you are, House.”
Cameron emerged from the kitchen and she spotted something the line of grey bookshelves in his apartment suddenly had an extra lump to it. And then the lump started to move. She thought of alerting Chase, bue he was so wrapped up in the phone call that he didn’t even notice her attempts to silently get his attention.
“You want to talk to him?” Chase gave Cameron a panicked look, and she started slashing her hand across her throat, before pointing to where Steve was perched on top of his bookshelf.
“He’s, uhh—he’s taking a nap right now.—He is. We stayed up late last night trading hair tips and painting our nails.—Nothing. Look, I’ll have him call you when he wakes up, alright?—Look, House, he can’t talk to you right now. He can’t talk period he’s a rat for Christ’s sake. He doesn’t have the upper brain function.—Alright, House.—Alright.—Goodbye.” He hung up without waiting for a response from the other end of the phone, and then tossed the phone back on the couch as he and Cameron started to make their way to corner Steve.
“You do realize that you just hung up on your boss,” Cameron stated.
“What’s he going to do?” Chase replied, “He’s miles away from here. He can bitch all he likes later.” At that, they both lunged forward, at the same time that Steve got up, and started scurrying for the other end of the bookshelf, causing Chase and Cameron to collide with each other, before stumbling backwards with a groan of pain.
“I still maintain that House is going to kill me,” Chase replied slowly, rubbing the spot where his head had collided with Cameron’s.
“Stop whining,” she sighed, before following the path that Steve had taken, “We gotta catch that rat.”
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Nice characerazing of Chase. One of the better I have read.
Is there going to be a sequel? The story doesn't feel as if it is quite finished yet.
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and i'm glad you like my characterization of chase. i had a lot of fun writing him in this situation.
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i'm glad you liked it.
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i'm glad you liked it.
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i'll fix it.
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i'm glad you liked it.