Title: Savior

Author: Mental Toast Goddess

Summary: House loses a case and Chase tries to make him feel better.

Warnings: Nothing really.

Rating: PG

House grips tightly to his bottle of Bourbon as he limps towards the couch. He slumps tiredly into the cushions resting his legs on his coffee table and takes a swig from the bottle. He doesn't bother with a cup because no one's around to see him like this anyway.

"What are you doing" House doesn't act the least bit surprised to hear a voice thick with an Australian accent call from across the room.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm drowning my sorrows in alcohol" House tries to sound sarcastic and harsh but his voice is so thick with fatigue he's sounds more like a defeated old man.

"Don't do that to yourself" Chase chides although they both know House won't be listening to him. Chase walks over to the couch and curls up against the older male's chest. "Why are you doing this to yourself" Chase whispers softly into House's shirt.

"You know why"House bites out angrily before taking another swig from the bottle, the burning liquid soothes his aching throat and dry mouth.

"No one's perfect and God knows you aren't. It's impossible to win every case" Chase's voice is soft and not blaming, unfortunately this doesn't seem to be helping House any who was again sucking down the fool's poison.

"I couldn't figure out what was wrong with her" House spit vociferously "I couldn't save her" another gulp from the half empty bottle "Just like I couldn't save you" House whispers into the empty room.

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