18 March 2010 @ 10:59 am
Fic: Worlds Away From Who I Was (7/14)  
Title: Worlds Away From Who I Was (7/14)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] bookgodess15 
Rating: R
Pairing: House/Chase
Summary: The last thing Chase needs in his life is dreams of House--unfortunately, they don't seem to be stopping.  S4 AU.
Warning: Sex, in later chapters.  My betas nearly had to beat it out of me.
Disclaimer: I don't own House & Co.

Worlds Away From Who I Was

Chapter 7

Chase frowned as he entered the scrub in area, seeing Ricky, Peters, and a few other nurses stripping off their gloves, masks off.

"What's up?" he asked, glancing at the clock to make sure that House hadn't somehow made four hours pass in the bathroom, instead of the ten minutes that they had actually been in there. "Surgery canceled?"

"In a way," Peter replied, tossing his gloves into the garbage can. "Kid had a bad reaction to the anesthesia—we tried to save him. He wasn't under two minutes, he started reacting and his heart couldn't take it any longer. Sorry."

The kid was dead.

Chase closed his eyes. His first interesting surgery in a week and the kid had died on the table before they'd even gotten to open him up. Of course. He should be upset that the kid was dead, not that he'd missed his surgery, but dammit, a whole week of doing nothing but appies and he'd been looking forward to doing something different. Fucking House.

And of course, it wasn't House's fault, but Chase blamed him anyway. Gritting his teeth, he swore very, very softly.

Ricky's voice cut through the swirling, furious clouds that were gathering in his head.

"You, uh, got any other good surgeries today, Dr. Chase?"

Dammit.

"No," he said shortly. He opened his eyes, letting out a breath. "Sorry. I'll try to get you in on something interesting tomorrow, all right?"

Ricky opened his mouth to argue, but he stopped and seemed to reconsider. "Yeah. Sure. Thanks."

Chase nodded.

Ricky left, leaving Chase alone with Peters.

Chase took in a deep breath. Okay. So he'd lost the surgery. At least he now knew that he wasn't as far into the doghouse as he thought he'd been—he'd probably start getting more interesting surgeries once word got around that he was no longer House's bitch, and assuming that Thirteen didn't do anything more to fuck up his standing in the department, he'd bounce right back to where he'd been within a couple of days.

All right. This wasn't the end of the world.

He inhaled, feeling the final vestiges of his anger melt away, leaving only the beginnings of a headache behind. All right. It was all right.

"I'm off House's call," he told Peters, opening his eyes.

Peters raised his eyebrows. "Are you, now?"

Chase nodded. "Yeah."

"Hm." Looking thoughtful, Peters nodded to himself as walking away.

oOo

The sound of the door opening woke him up.

"Chase?" a voice whispered.

He winced in the light, and quickly discovered that the beginnings of his headache, while they hadn't developed into a full-fledged headache, had not gone away. Dammit.

In the spirit of avoiding Cameron, and in the interest of getting some sleep (and if he was honest with himself, seeing the House in his dreams again, the nice one), Chase had taken refuge in an on call room and had proceeded to sleep the entire afternoon away. He probably would have kept on sleeping, too, but the door had opened—and waking up, he was almost startled to realize that he'd only accomplished one of the three things that he'd come to this room for.

He'd slept.

Yes, he'd certainly done that. But for the first time in a week, there had been no dreams—no dreams of House, no dreams of anything. There wasn't even the feeling that he'd had a dream and the memory of it had slipped away from him—he'd just gone to sleep, and then woke up. Like blinking. There was nothing in between.

And, it seemed, Cameron had managed to track him down.

"Hey," he croaked, and upon hearing his own voice he cleared his throat. He pushed himself up on his elbows to get a better look at Cameron.

She perched herself delicately on the edge of the bottom bunk, expression decidedly neutral. "Hi."

Right. They'd fought last night.

Chase sighed, pushing himself all the way up and moving so that he was sitting cross-legged on the bed. The pressure in his head increased ever so slightly. "All right, what's up?"

"I haven't seen you all day," Cameron informed him, her voice cool around the edges. "Busy day?"

"Yeah." Chase paused. "Actually, I think I forgot to have lunch again. Dammit."

Cameron didn't say anything for a moment, her eyes drifting to the floor.

Chase attempted not to fidget.

"They've been saying the most interesting things around the hospital, today," Cameron finally said.

He sighed. "Do you really want to do this now?"

"Are they true?" she shot back, her eyes snapping to him.

"Depends on what you heard," Chase told her. "Yeah, House and I slept together. It was four years ago, and we haven't done it since. That's all there is to it."

Cameron's eyes widened. "You slept together?"

"Yeah. We did."

"You—" Cameron stopped, her face twisted in the agony of choosing between disgusted and incredulous. "Are you bisexual?"

"I guess. Is that really what you have a problem with?"

"No, that's just where I'm starting. Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.

"It's kind of irrelevant, don't you think?"

"I think I deserve to know who your past sexual partners have been," Cameron said tightly.

"Right," Chase said sarcastically. "Because that's really something you discuss with your girlfriend."

"You slept with our boss!"

"You tried to sleep with our boss," Chase reminded her coolly. "This is just a matter of levels of success."

"This is not matter of levels of success," Cameron insisted, leaning forward. "How dare you accuse me of not putting any effort into our relationship, when you're the one who's been keeping secrets?"

"I'm sorry—how is this at all relevant to our relationship?" The sarcasm was practically dripping. "Oh, that's right. It isn't!"

"Of course it is," Cameron snapped.

"It shouldn't be. The only reason you would possibly care that I've slept with House is that you're jealous."

"Jealous?" Cameron repeated, disbelievingly. "I'm not jealous."

"Of course you are. I know I've always been your second choice, but do you think you could try to not make it so obvious?"

Cameron threw her hands up. "You know what your problem is? You're so goddamn needy! You need me to reassure you, to hold your hand, be with you all the time, you don't trust me—"

"It's called a relationship!" Chase broke in furiously. "You're giving me nothing, Allison. Nothing. You and I both know that you're still in love with House, and you can't deal with the fact that I slept with him four years ago. I'm sorry, all right? I'm sorry that I wanted more than microwave pizza! I'm sorry that he slept with me and not you! I'm sorry that you're obviously incapable of moving beyond your dead husband and into—"

Cameron slapped him.

"You shut up," she hissed. "Shut the fuck up. You have no right—"

"I have every right, according to you," Chase reminded her sharply, cutting her across. "I've never once pressured you about him, have I?"

There was a little voice screaming in the back of his head that he did not want to go here.

"He wasn't some gay one night stand, he was my husband," Cameron spat. "He's a hell of a lot more important—"

"Excuse me?" Chase said slowly, the anger rising in him and drowning out the little voice in the back of his head. There was a faint roaring in his ears. "Gay one night stand?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I have a problem with the fact that I didn't know my boyfriend liked to take it up—"

The door swung open, flooding the on call room with light and making them both freeze, and for a moment the only things Chase could hear were his own breathing and the roaring in his ears, and he struggled to get both under control when—

"Dr. Chase?" Ricky asked nervously, poking his head in.

"Go away," Chase said through gritted teeth, straining to keep his voice in control.

"I—sorry," he said apologetically, stepping into the room. "Dr. House's case finally wrapped up, and he's about to make his decision on who he's firing. You're kind of in charge of the betting pool, dude."

Chase bit down on his lip to keep the scream of frustration from escaping.

"Go," Cameron said haughtily. "And don't look for me when you get back."

Fury still pounding in his veins, Chase pushed himself off the bed and followed Ricky out, not trusting himself to say anything.

oOo

Practically half the hospital showed up in the back of the auditorium. Chase stood at the front of them, Ricky at his side, the sheet with the details of the betting pool and the envelope of money held in one hand. He was attempting to keep all thoughts of Cameron out of his head, but the fact that the room was dead silent wasn't helping anything. House stood at the front, as though he were about to give a lecture, and the six remaining fellows sat scattered throughout the first few rows of the auditorium.

"You all suck," House announced.

Ricky had filled Chase in on the details of the case on the way there, and Chase was confused. Cutthroat Bitch hadn't done anything wrong, had she?

"The two of you," House went on, pointing his cane accusingly at Thirteen and Cole, "took fourteen hours to find the car. You—" Kutner winced. "—forgot to mention that the guy with no memory, had memories. You—" His cane went to one of the fellows whose name Chase didn't know. "—keep on thinking that insane guys have hidden wisdom. You're going to wind up shooting people on the subway."

Chase rolled his eyes.

House looked over to where Cutthroat Bitch and a shorter, balding man (whose name Chase was positive he'd heard before) were sitting. He thought for a moment, and then waved his hand dismissively. "Something."

The short, balding guy spoke up. "So which one of us sucks the most?"

It seemed like the entire room stopped breathing.

"It's a tie."

"Between?" Cutthroat Bitch immediately demanded.

"All of you," House said impatiently, pushing himself off of the desk.

"So we're all fired?" Cutthroat Bitch asked anxiously.

"None of you are fired," House snapped.

"What?" Ricky hissed furiously.

Behind him, Chase heard various swearing, muttering and shuffling of feet, and he glanced down at the envelope in his hands. It wasn't enough to make him feel better about his fight with Cameron, but it did help some.

He attempted a smile.

"Chase?"

He looked up, expecting to see some huge orthopedic surgeon ready to beat him up, but instead he found Wilson.

"Hey," he said, forcing the smile a little more.

"Looks like you won it all," Wilson said, nodding at the envelope.

Chase shrugged, slipping it into his pocket. "Looks like."

Wilson looked as though he wanted to say something, but he held himself back. He swallowed, and then visibly forced himself to move on to something else. "I talked to some people about your case."

Natalie.

Chase straightened. "And?"

Behind them, people were filing out of the room.

"The parents are in grief counseling and they're being encouraged to go to their daughter, but unfortunately there's nothing I—or anyone else—can do," Wilson told him, and he sounded genuinely apologetic. "I'm sorry."

"You talked to their counselor?" Chase asked.

Wilson nodded. "Yeah. She says that she's been pushing the issue, but there hasn't been much success."

Dammit.

Closing his eyes, Chase attempted to push back the rush of disappointment he felt—this, on top of his second fight with Cameron, the lack of House in his dreams, and the headache that had been threatening to siege all day, was really not helping his mood.

"I've seen cases like this before," Wilson added gently. "Things usually work out in the end."

"I know," Chase sighed, forcing himself to open his eyes. "I just—"

"Dr. Chase!" House's boisterous voice interrupted their conversation like a popped balloon, startling Chase and fraying the very last of his nerves.

"Hi," he said shortly.

"Chase?" Wilson asked, his voice concerned.

"I'll deal with it," Chase told him, keeping his voice low. "Thanks for your help."

"Help with what?" House asked instantly.

Chase held in a sigh.

Wilson looked at him, obviously offering to stay, but Chase shook his head. Wilson shrugged and then left, leaving House and Chase alone in the auditorium.

"What's Wilson helping you with?" House asked again.

"None of your business," Chase said tightly. He pulled the envelope out of his pocket and grabbed one of the two paper-clipped wads. "Here."

"I'm making it my business," House insisted, as he took the money that Chase offered him. He began counting quickly. "If I find out you shorted me—"

"Oh, fuck off," Chase snapped, pushing past him.

"You fought with Cameron, didn't you?" House asked, suddenly sounding interested. "She didn't like the fact that I like you better, did she?"

Chase clenched his jaw and told himself not to say anything, and stalked out of the auditorium.

House, thank God, did not follow.

oOo

His run-in with House had caused his headache to blossom by the time he made it down to the nursery. He ignored it and made his way past the various bassinets and incubators until he arrived at Natalie's, and after glancing around the dark room to make sure that no one was going to yell at him, he grabbed a blanket from the wall and carefully wrapped Natalie up. He lifted her out of the incubator, which woke her up.

"Shh," Chase muttered, carefully making his way over to the rocking chair in the corner. "This is gonna help, runt."

And it had absolutely nothing to do with how shitty he himself was feeling. Nothing at all.

He settled himself in the chair, and then got Natalie situated a moment later, her whimpers tapering off as she fell back to sleep,. Knowing that he was dead if anyone found him down here, he set his watch to go off at some ungodly hour of the morning before the interns would come in for rounds. A glance at Natalie's monitors confirmed that her stats were going back up—not a lot, but they'd gone up, and was the important thing—and a glance down at Natalie herself confirmed that she was sound asleep, and that was good enough for him.

And determinedly not thinking of Cameron, praying that House would be in his dreams tonight, Chase fell asleep.

oOo

He woke up next to House.

"Oh, thank God," he sighed, burrowing a little deeper into House's side.

House, who had an arm wrapped around him, looked down at him. "Is the touching really necessary?"

"You were gone," Chase mumbled, letting the relief wash over him. "Before. I'm glad you're back."

"Gone?"

Chase, not caring to respond, buried his face and made a happy noise in the back of his throat. His fight with Cameron seemed miles away, now.

"You're pathetic," House informed him.

Yeah, he knew that.

"Also, if you'd care to stick your head up, you'd know that in the last few seconds, five days have passed."

That did get Chase's head up.

"What?"

House jerked his head in the direction of the clock, which was indeed displaying a date five days later than what it had been when Chase had last woken up. He blinked at it, not quite willing to believe that five days had somehow passed in the last few seconds.

"This dream is so fucked up," he muttered, settling back down.

House exhaled. "You know what I think it is?"

"What?" Chase asked. He tried to look up at House's face, but the angle was all wrong.

"I think time passes much more quickly when I'm not here," House told him. He apparently noticed Chase's attempts to get a better look at him, because his hand came and gently pushed Chase's head back down.

Chase frowned.

"What happens, when I'm not here?" House asked.

He remembered his afternoon nap.

"Nothing," he said softly. "There's darkness... It's like no time is passing."

House made a nondescript noise.

"Where do you go?" Chase asked, voice quiet.

House took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Away. Another world."

Chase tried to imagine what happened to his subconscious when he wasn't dreaming. Did subconscious House see everything that went on during the day? He must. Of course your subconscious was still prevalent when you were awake—it just wasn't running the show anymore.

"I'm sorry I was such an arse to you, earlier," he said, belatedly.

"Did you really fight with Cameron?" House asked.

"You know I did," Chase said tersely, unable to help it. "She's jealous, and she didn't like that I was pointing it out."

"Why are you with her, again?"

Chase frowned. "I thought we weren't allowed to talk about my girlfriend in your bed?"

"Ah. Again with the deflecting thing, wombat. We need to work on your subtlety."

"I'm just playing by your rules."

"Try again—more subtle."

Chase sat up. "Let's go to the hospital."

House raised an eyebrow. "Subtle. Not frying pans. Subtle."

"Let's go to the hospital," Chase repeated, reaching over to tug on House's hand.

House swatted him away. "Why would we go to the hospital? It's a dream, it doesn't matter."

"Because I don't want to just sit around," Chase said. He began moving towards the edge of the bed. "C'mon. It's a dream, your leg shouldn't even be hurting."

House said nothing, and Chase glanced back at him. House was giving him a strange look.

"What?" he asked.

"You're not convulsing on the floor," House said plainly.

Chase blinked. It took him several seconds to remember that, oh yeah, he hadn't been able to function without touching House before, and that just last night (or six nights ago, he supposed) he'd been practically nonfunctional whenever House had gotten more than a foot away from him. It was what had started all of this.

"I feel fine," he said blankly. He reached over and touched House's shoulder, but there was no difference. He felt completely fine.

"No lingering symptoms?" House asked, sitting up. He grabbed Chase's head and put a finger to his neck, checking pulse. "You were heading for a heart attack last night."

"Nothing," Chase answered, and he sat obediently while House counted his pulse for fifteen seconds.

"Normal," House confirmed, dropping his hand. He turned away, going to his nightstand. "Got a penlight?"

Chase rolled his eyes. "House, it's a dream. We don't need to check my pupil dilation."

"It's called being thorough," House snapped. He turned around, flashlight in hand, and grabbed Chase's chin so that he could angle it the right way. "Something you surgeons know nothing about."

Chase wanted to protest but figured that it would be easier to just let House have his way, and sat quietly as House shined the light in his eyes.

"Good," House decided.

"Well, thank God for that," Chase said sarcastically, as House put the flashlight back. "Wouldn't have wanted to die in a dream or anything."

House flipped him off.

"So now that I can function on my own," Chase continued, "can we go to the hospital?"

"That's really where you want to go?"

"We could get a case," Chase suggested with false excitement. "We'll pretend that you never fired me, you never hired Foreman—"

"—that you never betrayed me to Vogler—"

"—you never punched me—"

"—you never slept with Cameron—"

"—you never pretended to have brain cancer—"

"—I never slept with Cameron—"

"—you never—" Chase stopped. "Wait, you slept with Cameron?"

House grinned. "Gotcha."

Chase scowled. "Right. Hospital—come on."

"Why do you want to go, anyway?" House asked, annoyed.

"I don't know, I just do," Chase said irritably. "Maybe it's a weird dream thing, okay?"

"Sure it is," House muttered.

But he was pushing himself out of bed nonetheless.

oOo

"So," House drawled, after an entirely silent ride to the hospital. "I feel like we should be talking, here."

"About what?"

House shrugged. "I don't know. You're the one who actually tries to have functional relationships."

"Explains why we never went anywhere," Chase muttered. He pushed open one of the doors into PPTH.

"Oh, yeah, because things with Cameron are totally working out," House sniped.

They strode through the lobby of the hospital.

"Thought you said we couldn't talk about my girlfriend?" Chase asked.

"In my bed," House corrected. "We are not in my bed. We can totally talk about her now."

"Let's talk about these dreams," Chase said instead, attempting to steer the conversation away from Cameron. "Do you think they mean something?"

"No. Dreams don't mean anything," House said dismissively. "It's all chemicals in your brain."

Chase shook his head as they stopped in front of the elevators. "This dream's different. You know it is."

"Doesn't change the fact that it's a dream."

"But it's been going on for days, now," Chase argued. "And how many dreams do you have where you know that it's actually a dream?"

"Where are we going, exactly?" House asked, as the elevator doors opened.

"Your office," Chase answered, stepping onto the elevator and jabbing the fourth floor button. "You really don't think this dream is weird?"

"I think your face is weird," House retorted.

Chase sighed and rolled his eyes. "Right."

The doors shut, and they began ascending.

"Why are you so obsessed with talking about this dream, anyway?" House asked.

Chase shrugged. "I don't know—I just think it's interesting."

"So you want to pick it apart?"

"Yeah." Chase frowned. "Hang on, isn't this your department? Why don't you want to talk about it?"

"You want to pick it apart because you don't want this to be real," House said, his eyes narrowing.

"So you don't want to pick this apart because you want it to be real?" Chase asked.

"Oh, don't do that." House made a pouty face. "Really. It's just painful to watch you try to be clever."

"Oh, don't do that," Chase mimicked. "Really. It's just painful to watch you try to deflect."

"Deflect?" House repeated. "Because I'm not attempting to analyze a dream? A series of random chemical reactions between synapses?"

"You analyze everything," Chase said, rolling his eyes. The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out onto the fourth floor.

"When there's a point to analyzing it," House countered, catching up quickly. "What's the point in analyzing a dream? You can't do anything about it."

"Sleeping pills," Chase muttered under his breath.

"Oh, that'd be a good idea," House said waspishly.

Yeah, there was a rather ugly history in his family when it came to sleeping pills.

"Point," Chase conceded grudgingly.

"I always have a point. Which is why I'm not wasting my time with this stupid dream and why—"

They had stopped just outside of his office, House with his hand on the door handle. Just inside, through the glass walls, Chase saw Cuddy standing behind House's desk with a file in her hands.

"Cuddy is not allowed in this dream," House decided. He turned to look at Chase. "Chase, make her go away."

"I didn't put her here!" Chase said indignantly. "Just go in and tell her to leave."

"I hate this dream," House muttered before he pushed open the door, heaving an enormous sigh. "Cuddles!"

"House," Cuddy replied shortly. She walked up to him, handed him the file, and continued on toward the door. "I want this done by the end of the day, no excuses."

"But it's a dream!"

Cuddy ignored him and walked right out the door.

"Cuddy!" House shouted, limping towards the door. "Hey—hey, it's just a dream, no one's actually dying!"

"Tell it to someone who cares, House," Cuddy called carelessly over her shoulder.

"Bitch!" House yelled after her.

"House!"

"Well, she is," House said sulkily, coming back into the room with a scowl on his face. "Trying to get me to work in a freaking dream. It's not even a diagnostics case, it's surgical."

Chase brightened. "It is?"

"Here." House threw the file at him. "Have a party."

Chase flipped open the file—

Natalie Aurelia Gunten (Baby A), thirteen weeks old, separation from her conjoined identical twin sister Zoe Rose Gunten (Baby B), to be done from C4 to the T7. MRI indicates slight cephalization of CN7 and CN12, blood vessels have fused to Baby A's side, although Baby A has shown decreased appendicular motor function, indicative of...

"Holy shit," he whispered.

"What?"

Chase looked up slowly. "It's 2003, right?"

"That's the popular assumption," House said. He stepped closer, trying to get a look at the file. "Why?"

He attempted to process it.

"I—this is my patient now," Chase said shakily, handing House the folder. "Her sister died on the table. I was assisting. They're not supposed to be born for another four years."

He wasn't sure why his subconscious didn't already know this, but frankly, he was too freaked out to care. What did this mean? Was he really going to do this surgery over again in his dreams? What the hell did that accomplish—there was no way that he could do it by himself. It had taken the combined skills of Peters and Kurtzman to even make an attempt at the separation, and they'd prepared for days ahead of time...

There was no way he'd be able to head that surgery. That was years ahead of his skill level, and even if this was a dream, there was just no way.

But of course, he'd fallen asleep with Natalie. It would make sense that she would appear in his dreams.

"Oh, well," House said lightly, tossing the file onto his desk. "It's a dream. Doesn't matter anyway."

And for whatever reason, Chase felt a rush of panic.

"We can't just let them die," he said, grabbing the file.

"You're telling me that you want us to do this surgery?" House asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No." Chase flipped open the file to check who had referred the girls to them, but there were no names listed. "There's no way we could do it. You've got next to no experience, and—"

"So you want to do it."

"No, I don't have nearly enough training, or prep time, or—"

"So you don't want to do it."

"I want somebody to do it." Chase pressed his lips together, flipping through the pages and searching for something that would help. "I'll just—I'll refer the case to someone else."

"And you're completely aware that this is just a dream?" House asked, sounding doubtful.

"I—yeah," Chase said. He blew out a breath and sat down on the couch. "Yeah, I know."

Was this what his subconscious wanted? For him to figure out what his attachment to Natalie was?

"So what's so special about this case?" House asked curiously.

Apparently, that was exactly what his subconscious wanted.

Chase shut the file, setting it next to him on the...

Couch.

He almost laughed out loud. His subconscious was going to psychologically interrogate him, and of course, he would sit down on the couch. It was all so very pathetic.

"I don't know," he admitted, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. "I know it's wrong to get attached. I just..."

"How long have you and Cameron been fighting?" House asked. His voice was not gentle or prompting—it was clinical, as though he'd been presented with an interesting set of symptoms to piece together.

"Only since last night," Chase answered, staring down at the carpeting. "S'got nothing to do with that."

"You're lying."

Chase's head shot up. "It's none of your business."

House tipped his head back. "Oh, here we go."

"Look—" Chase sighed, and picked up the file. "She's just special, all right? I'm gonna go give this to surgery."

"Touching," House said dryly.

"Like you don't have a entire drawer devoted to old patients," Chase shot back, scowling at him.

House's eyes narrowed. "I do not."

"You're lying," Chase said, smirking.

"You're in denial about your shitty relationship with Cameron," House retorted.

"At least I'm in a relationship." Chase stood up, marching toward the door.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you're happier!" House called after him.

Chase stopped at the door and looked back at him. "Than what? You?"

House frowned, his eyes intently studying him, but didn't answer.

Blowing out a frustrated breath, Chase left. It seemed that nothing would go right, today.



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[identity profile] christangel13.livejournal.com on March 18th, 2010 03:39 pm (UTC)
Great chapter!!
I was just thinking, has House dreams about Chase as well or is Chase the only one who dreams??
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[identity profile] bookgodess15.livejournal.com on March 18th, 2010 07:16 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Interesting question that you pose there... Hm. You'll have to wait and find out!
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[identity profile] vibrant-daphne.livejournal.com on March 20th, 2010 12:32 am (UTC)
I think so. I was just about to comment that I can't wait for them to find out waking that they're in a shared dream (and all the gooey delicious friction that comes from having this knowledge!) I mean, it's obvious that both men think this is his own dream. Love this fic bookgoddess! Keep those updates rolling!
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[identity profile] bookgodess15.livejournal.com on March 20th, 2010 04:17 am (UTC)
Lol--aren't you a smart cookie? If they were sharing dreams (which I'm not saying that they are) it would definitely be awkward when they realized it. *g*

Thanks so much for taking the time to read this and comment on it--I really appreciate it. Updates are on Mondays and Thursdays, so I'll see you then!
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[identity profile] chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com on March 18th, 2010 04:58 pm (UTC)
I second christangel's question.
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[identity profile] bookgodess15.livejournal.com on March 18th, 2010 07:16 pm (UTC)
Heh. As I told [livejournal.com profile] christangel13, you'll just have to wait and see! It's certainly an interesting prospect...
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[identity profile] marequita.livejournal.com on March 18th, 2010 05:52 pm (UTC)
It might just be me, but Cameron is a real bitch! I really liked this chapter!:)
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[identity profile] bookgodess15.livejournal.com on March 18th, 2010 07:18 pm (UTC)
I dislike Cameron. Highly. I did try to be somewhat fair to her in this story, but it still stands that I think her canon relationship with Chase is (or was, rather) absurd.

I'm happy to hear that you liked it! More on Monday!
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[identity profile] antichristqueen.livejournal.com on March 18th, 2010 09:38 pm (UTC)
I totally love anyone that ships House and Chase, and for you to do it so amazingly is just added awesomeness.
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[identity profile] bookgodess15.livejournal.com on March 19th, 2010 01:07 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad that you're enjoying it--the ship may be dead, but I am not!
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[identity profile] sunset-my-house.livejournal.com on March 18th, 2010 10:34 pm (UTC)
Is it terrible that I totally panicked over Chase's headache in RL? And I had shivers when Chase got Natalie's file at the end. And eeeeeeeeee!! for Cameron having a problem with Chase liking guys, now I can legitimately bitchslap her *bitchslaps Cameron*

Great chapter!
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[identity profile] bookgodess15.livejournal.com on March 19th, 2010 01:11 am (UTC)
Not at all--you might have even been right to panic. We'll see...

Lol. Yeah, Cameron is not my favorite character. I try to be fair to her, but y'know, it's not a Chase/Cameron story. Feel free to bitchslap!
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[identity profile] inkaddict.livejournal.com on March 18th, 2010 11:26 pm (UTC)
I'm loving this story: the dreams, Natalie, the way it works with canon...♥

Monday will pass a lot quicker than usual with an update to look forward to!

*Edited 'cause trying to comment when half asleep is apparently a Very Bad Idea

Edited 2010-03-18 11:31 pm (UTC)
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[identity profile] bookgodess15.livejournal.com on March 19th, 2010 01:22 am (UTC)
Thanks! I love weaving things into canon, and Natalie was one of my favorite surprises about this story.

Monday always comes too soon, if you ask me... I'll see you then, though!
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[identity profile] fanficjunkie26.livejournal.com on March 19th, 2010 12:33 pm (UTC)
Cameron is a bitch in this fic just like she is on the show. Anyways love the dream. More soon
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[identity profile] bookgodess15.livejournal.com on March 19th, 2010 01:31 pm (UTC)
D'aw. Chase is so adorable in your icon!

And yeah, my dislike of Cameron starts to bleed through in this chapter. Oops. Maybe she'll redeem herself on Monday?
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[identity profile] lumieresdevill.livejournal.com on March 19th, 2010 09:10 pm (UTC)

Okay I was super busy and I was chuffed to see that you had two updates so that was the brilliant plus that was waiting in my inbox!

This is just getting more and more interesting. It's fucking with my brain (pardon my French) but I'm really interested to keep going at it!

I also want to know if House is dreaming of Chace. ;) I wonder if they are reliving the history that they had forgotten, or, at least tried to?

Braw as usual and can't wait until your next post!
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[identity profile] bookgodess15.livejournal.com on March 20th, 2010 04:14 am (UTC)
Yep, there's updates every Monday and Thursday--it's why I like to write it out beforehand, so I can keep updates fast and consistent.

House dreaming of Chase? Hm. You know, everyone keeps suggesting this. As the author of this story, I can neither confirm nor deny the theory.

Anyway. Thanks for taking the time to read and leave comments--it always brings a smile to my face.
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[identity profile] odiarda.livejournal.com on May 27th, 2010 02:01 pm (UTC)
Uh oh. Why do I feel there's going to be drama ahead ? I mean, Chase missing a dream, his headache... And the time passing in dream-world is also interesting, I feel like it has a big importance. It's like whenever Chase spends some time (or more than usual, which is none) with House in the real world, it has consequences on dream-world, like, Chase is now way better. Hm. *scratches head*

And I LOVE their banter. Seriously, you're great at writing it.

"Oh, don't do that." House made a pouty face. "Really. It's just painful to watch you try to be clever."

"Oh, don't do that," Chase mimicked. "Really. It's just painful to watch you try to deflect."

Hehe. Awesome.

Well, second chapter read. See you tomorrow. *go poke a wall*
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[identity profile] bookgodess15.livejournal.com on May 30th, 2010 12:28 am (UTC)
Yep, there's drama ahead--although you know that already, considering how far you're read into the story by now!

OMG. Their banter was literally my favorite thing about this fic. S4 Chase is so bitchy and that makes for an excellent dynamic with House. Ooo... So good. Anyway, I'm going to move on to the rest of your comments before I fall asleep at my computer.
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