Not what I normally write. Not very detailed or serious. Possibly ooc. But...whatever. This fic will have 3 chapters. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own House nor these characters. Blah. Blah. Blah.

Chapter 1: The Next Morning

Sometimes she thought the morning sun was a total bitch. Remy had never been a morning person, but it was those mornings when her head was pounding and light was spilling endlessly in through the windows that really made her wish the sun had an off switch. Hangovers should've been the norm by now, something she had gotten used to considering how often she woke up with them. It was always the same routine though: drink away the pain, wake up in even more pain, swear to never drink again, then repeat the process.

Muffling a groan, she stretched her arms out in front of her and arched her bare back like a cat. It had been a long night and as soon as the memories came flashing back, she collapsed back down and kept her eyes shut in desperate longing to go back to sleep until her alarm went off. She absently scratched at her cheek then reached over to grab her watch off the nightstand to check the time. Her hand only managed to catch air and she continued feeling around for a moment before realizing the table wasn't there.

"Shit," she exhaled under her breath then slowly opened her eyes. Squinting, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light. It didn't come as a shock that she was waking up naked in someone else's bed, more that she couldn't even remember going out the previous night.

The room was simple, just a bed, dresser, and other necessities without any extravagant decorations. Men's clothes were scattered across the floor; a few t-shirts and button downs along with dress pants and several pairs of jeans. No sign of her own clothes though. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she carefully wrapped the comforter around herself incase her previous one night stand were to walk in. He'd obviously seen her naked the previous night, but there was a certain discomfort that came with being naked around people when she was sober.

Her clothes had to be there somewhere though. Ignoring her aching head's attempt to protest, she swung her legs over the side of the bed then stood up. Unless the undressing had happened before she got to the bedroom, her clothes were bound to be found. Not wanting to feel like she was intruding, she began moving around articles of clothing with her toes. Turning her back to the door, she pushed herself up on her tiptoes to check above the dresser.

"Morning," a voice deadpanned suddenly from the doorway. The accent was unmistakable.

Remy dropped back down on flat feet and spun in a circle, tangling her feet in the blanket. She gripped the front of it tightly and yanked it back up before any part of her could be exposed. Her lips parted slightly and she gaped wide-eyed at Chase as he leaned casually and fully-dressed against the door frame.

"Your, uh, your shirt and panties are in the living room if you want them," he told her with a barely visible smirk, stepping out of the way so she could walk past and get them. "Are you okay?"

I'm fine. No problems here. Nothing an anvil to my head couldn't solve. "Yeah," she responded a little too quickly with an exaggerated nod. "I guess I just…" She rubbed her nose to create enough time to think of an excuse. "…forgot where I was for a moment." Digging her nails into the think fabric of the blanket, she inched past him toward the living room.

"Not shocking," Chase answered, following a few feet behind her. "Considering how wasted you were last night, I'm shocked you're implying you remembered."

Spotting a navy pair of underwear and a white button-down shirt on the couch, she hurried over to them. "Where are my pants?" she inquired, struggling to get her clothes on without dropping the blanket.

"You don't remember, do you?" The smirk not fading, Chase planted himself on the arm of a chair.

"Just because I don't remember where my clothes ended up while we were -"

"You think I took advantage of you?" Chase asked, arching a brow.

"I wasn't implying that," Remy answered quickly with a shake of her head. "I'm sure I wasn't the only one who was drinking." Content her shirt came to her mid-thighs, she tossed the comforter on the couch.

"But you think I had sex with you?" Resting his elbow on the back of the chair, Chase leaned his head against his hand, his brows raised in amusement.

This conversation wasn't going in the direction she had expected it to. "You know," she started, sliding one of her hands up the back of her neck and entangling her fingers in her hair. "I would love to stay and talk about this with you, maybe even grab some coffee, but…I probably should be going." She made an exaggerated hand-movement toward the door. "I'm having this problem finding my pants though, so if you could just…"

"Maybe we should talk about this." He dropped his hand down to his side and straightened up. "Would you like some coffee?"

She stood there dumbfounded. You know, I'm glad you think this is funny. The heat was rushing to her cheeks and she balled her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms to distract herself. It was one thing to wake up naked with a one night stand, it was an entirely different ballgame to wake up naked in your co-worker's home. "Chase," she all but snapped, tilting her head to the side and giving him a look that clearly asked what the hell was wrong with him.

His entertainment slowly began to fade and he leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees. "Thirteen, how much of last night do you remember?"

She pursed her lips together for a moment then rocked back on her heels. "I should probably sit down for this, shouldn't I?"

He clenched his teeth and wrinkled his nose with a barely noticeable nod. "Yeah, you probably should," he answered.

So, what d'you think happened? And where are Remy's pants? ;D