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'No.' Why'd he say it? Why did he shoot down the one person closest to him as a son?
House wearily rested his forehead on the hard surface of his table as he pondered on what he had just done. Had he meant it? Of course not. Did he regret it? Yes… not that he'd ever admit it, but the guilt was beginning to consume him and if there was one thing Gregory House didn't feel, it was remorse.
So why was he now mopping within the confines of his glass office? Had Chase truly softened him up? Had having the young wombat around lowered the walls that surrounded his heart? Had he actually developed… feelings?
House shook his head, feigning disgust at the thought. Dr. House was an unfeeling bastard and that's the way he intended to keep it. Feeling made things worse, feeling made the pain magnify… it was better not to care. At least that way he didn't have to hurt… After all, where had feeling got him? To his addiction… that's where.
A heavy sigh escaped chapped lips as he lifted his head and propped his chin atop his arms. His penetrating blue eyes stared past the glass door to meet the mournful eyes of a certain young Aussie.
Chase simply shook his head and turned away from House's gaze before walking away. God, he felt pathetic. Maybe, House was right; maybe he was a pathetic lap dog.
With that last thought, Chase disappeared back into the ICU desperate to keep his mind off of things.
The sun slowly sank into the horizon as a heavy sigh escaped Kris' lips. The brunette sank onto the plush leather couch in their penthouse's living room as worry clouded her features. She hadn't caught a single glimpse of Chase since the confrontation earlier that day and that seriously worried her.
Truly anxious to know of her fiancé's well being, Kris reached for her cell phone and dialed Chase's number; he wasn't picking up. Kris bit her bottom lip before proceeding to dial Cuddy's number. "Hello?" Cuddy had picked up.
"Lisa… I need a favor." Kris stood up and started pacing back and forth.
"What is it? Is anything wrong?"
"It's Chase… I haven't seen him since House refused Chase's proposal."
"What proposal?" an undertone of worry had now become apparent in Cuddy's voice.
Kris stopped her pacing as her eyes shut close and sadness filled her face. "He asked House to take his father's place in the wedding…"
"Oh no…" Kris kept her silence and so Cuddy continued. "What's the favor? Do you want me to find him and have him come home?"
"Yes, please. I just need to know he's okay." Kris' eyes fluttered open as she fell back wearily onto the couch. She pressed a hand to her temple, massaging it slowly as a wave of dizziness swept over her.
"Kris? Are you still there?"
"Uh, yah. I'm here. Just… please let me know once you've found him."
"Kris… is there something wrong? You don't sound so good?"
"… I'm okay. Please just find him from me… I need to know he's okay."
"Are you sure you're okay, Kris? Do you want me to send someone over to keep you company first?"
"No, it's alright, Thank you again, Lisa." With that Kris snapped her flip phone off and carelessly threw it onto the couch. Just then, a loud bang sent Kris to her feet. Hoping it was Chase, she rushed to the door.
However, it was not who she expected.
"House?" Kris coolly raised an eyebrow as she casually leaned against the doorway and tried not to make it obvious that she was feeling quite light headed.
A heavy sigh escaped House's lips before he shook his head and wobbled past Kris. He led himself to the living room and sank onto the couch that Kris had been sitting in previously. Kris followed, making sure to keep close to the walls in case she needed support.
"What is it, House? Last I remember you wanted nothing to do with Chase and myself."
"Oh, don't flatter yourself!" House snapped irritably before looking down. "I'm sorry."
What? Kris couldn't believe her ears. Yet, there sat House sincere regret and remorse swimming in his deep blue eyes.
"Sorry won't change anything, House." Kris replied, a hint of sternness in her voice.
"Seriously! What do you want me to do?! Get on one knee and beg you to forgive me for my sins?! Well then, forgive me sister for I have sinned against someone who I have always loved as a son" There! He had said it. House hung his head in despair and fiddled with his cane. "I don't know what you want me to do, Kris… I really don't."
"You can start by telling him yourself." House's head shot up at the sound of the new voice before he looked behind him. It was Chase.