"This is Dr Robert Chase. I'm not available to take your call right now, but if you would like to leave a message, I'll get in touch as soon as I can."


[Leave any in-character or out-of-character messages for chasemd here]

Hey babe!

Did you know this week, it's been two years we've been officially together?

How much do we rock right now?

I'm coming home to get naked for lunch.

...


F T effing W !




That is all.


PS. So glad my boy got his Chase back this season

LINK: At least there's never any issues about leaving the toilet seat up.

LINK: Despite everything she had put him through, and all the pain she caused him, he still missed her, even just a tiny bit, every single day.

LINK: It was only when Chase was trying to get his daggy old faithful Dustbuster in under the sofa to catch some spilt peanuts that he found where his wedding ring had landed after he had launched it across the room one night in a drunken burst of angry emotions, and now he just felt tired looking at it.

To all my fellow Aussies out there ;)

Barbie up and celebrate being an Aussie!

LINK: It'll be with me until the day I die.

5.3. "Yes, I do touch. I believe that everyone needs that."
Diana, Princess of Wales

Afraid to Run Verse | Co-written with imgrounded

Peter rolled over, his arm hitting a warm body. It took his mind a moment as it started to wake up to realise he wasn't alone, and he wasn't actually in his own bed. He was back in Princeton after making the drive again when he found out he and Chase's days off matched. They were just going to hang out, but soon they had found themselves caught in a hungry embrace, and getting hot and heated on the sofa. Things were moved into the bedroom, the two of them only stopping briefly to eat, or snooze between rounds. Peter actually couldn't remember the last time he'd spend all night having unbelievably hot sex, and he didn't really care to.

( Things with Chase didn't need to be analysed... )


Word Count | 3,064

LINK: Superman undies aren't dorky, they're a vital part of every male's wardrobe.

LINK: In a moment of weakness, Chase wondered if, where his faith couldn't even save him, was it okay to look for someone else to?

LINK: Almost forgot how good that side of things felt...

Afraid to Run Verse | Co-written with imgrounded
[Follows THIS]

It was after their Christmas dinner, and Peter found himself more than relaxed in Chase's apartment. It should have been strange how quickly he'd just come to make himself at home, but Chase had made it easy. After spending his thirtieth birthday getting pissed, and talking shit, there didn't seem to be anything they didn't mind talking about. And Peter liked that. He wasn't friends with Chase because of weird things going on in his life, or because he was chasing after a murderer. They shared a lot of common ground, and it was just nice to have someone to be with that didn't expect anything of him.

He wasn't Nathan Petrelli's brother. He wasn't a nurse. He wasn't a paramedic. He wasn't the one trying to save the cheerleader, or kill Sylar, or any of that stuff.

( With Chase he was just Peter, and he liked it... )


Word Count | 4,754

LINK: Twas the night before Christmas... not quite like the classic story, but Chase strung a thread of colourful fairy lights along the side of his daughter's crib and sat beside her playing with her tiny fingers while he sung Santa Clause is Coming to Town to her to help her fall asleep.



[This is Chase's final sentence for the musebysentence Advent Challenge. His completed table is HERE]

26.10.4. My Way - Sex Pistols
Regrets I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
I saw it through without exemption
I've planned each charted course
Each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Afraid to Run Verse | Co-written with imgrounded

Pre-holiday explosion in the Clinic was always inevitable. Explosion was also the appropriate description, because just about every patient who came through it had one bodily fluid or another exploding from an array of bodily orifices. When Diagnostics failed to bring in a new case that week, Cuddy had everyone - including House - on Clinic Duty to try and dilute the constant stream of patients, a lot of whom were ailing due to overindulgence at Christmas parties with the likes of dehydration or food poisoning. And then there was the typical colds and flus from the wintery weather. Chase was sure his nose was about to start running just from sympathy of the amount of flu cases he had seen and the amount of prescriptions he had written for flu pills.

( His feet were starting to ache, and he was regretting skipping his morning tea break now and cutting his lunch in half... )


Word Count | 4,406

LINK: When Wilson offered to dress up as Santa for Chase's daughter as a surprise, Chase really didn't think he anticipated to one, get beard rash, or two, have the baby girl scream the neighbourhood down when "Santa" had to "go home to feed the reindeers".

LINK: As he sat in House's office chair while he waited, tossing the large red and grey tennis ball between his hands, Chase knew the holiday was over, and he wasn't just ready to return to work after Christmas... he wanted to return to House's team.

LINK: Sitting by their large open fire afforded a tiny bit of comfort during the difficult phone call to his aunt in Australia requesting that she put some Christmas poinsettias and holly on his mother's grave for him when he couldn't be there to do it himself.

LINK: Chase figured writing "Merry Christmas" across his chest and stomach for his wife in sensual body chocolate was way more genius than a Christmas card...

LINK: When Rogue and Chase had differing opinions about whether Mia should get her photo taken alone on Santa's knee, he came up with the perfect solution and now their first official family photo took pride and place on the mantel - Chase, Rogue and Mia all sitting on Santa's knee.