Chase managed to burst through the front foor of the apartment at exactly 7.58pm. He'd noted Cameron's car wasn't there again and couldn't help but wonder what his best friend was up to lately. But it was short-lived when he pushed into the foyer and started peeling his clothes off. "ROGUE! I mean, MARIE!" he called. "HAVE YOU HAD DINNER?!"

Do the one thing you think you cannot do. Fail at it. Try again. Do better the second time. The only people who never tumble are those who never mount the high wire. This is your moment. Own it. >> Oprah Winfrey

( DR CHASE: CUDDY’S OFFICE @ 4PM... )

- Co-written with dean_ofmedicine & justalilcontact used with permission

Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 1,018

Like a surgeon, hey
Cuttin' for the very first time
Like a surgeon
Got your kidneys on my mind

Like a surgeon, ooh like a surgeon
When I reach inside
With my scalpel, and my forceps, and retractors
Oh oh, oh oh, woe, oh
- “Like a Surgeon” by Weird Al Yankovic

( His hard-working, ambitious and determined side was telling him to stop being a whiney wuss and suck it up. Disturbingly, that side of him sounded a lot like House... )

- Rogue (justalilcontact) used with permission

Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 681

It was pouring rain when Chase left work. Something he didn't realise until he reached the exit and then was just too drained to go back to his locker, so he just went out in it and got drenched between the door and his car. This happened all over again when he ran from his car to the door of the apartment and by the time he got inside, his scrubs and jumper over the top were damp and sticking to him.

It was about six am. He'd finally reached a point where he just felt too crap to stay at work and pretend he was okay. His head was pounding, he ached from head to toe, his throat hurt, and he was alternating between bouts of shivering and sweating. So, he'd told the night manager he had to leave and clocked off work two hours early.

He dumped all his things in a messy pile at the door and kicked off his blue Converse shoes which were so wet, they were squeaking on the polished floor boards in the hall. He was shivering again and his stomach was all upset. He broke into a wave of rough coughs tha punctuated with a sneeze. He tried to keep quiet, but it was unsuccessful. This was one of those sneezes where you thought it was a miracle you didn't launch your brain out your nose and into the wall. When he was done, his nose and eyes were watering, so he grabbed some tissues from the hall table as he passed and blew he nose as he approached their bedroom. He opened the door slowly. "Rogue, babe?" he said thickly. "You 'wake?"

Good writing takes more than just time; it wants your best moments and the best of you. >> Real Live Preacher (reallivepreacher.org)

( Bottom line was, he was nervous and the nerves were making writing the application about as easy as bungee jumping off the wing of an aeroplane naked and in three inch high stilettos while shaving one’s ball sack... )

- justalilcontact, dean_ofmedicine & justwilson referenced with permission. Follows THIS and THIS.

Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 980

After leaving Cuddy's office, Chase, for some reason, decided to imitate an ostrich. Akin to sticking his head in the sand, he shoved the bundle of papers which was the recruitment package in his locker and went back to his job without giving it another thought. It was only when he'd finished his shift and was packing up to go home after his shift that he found the papers again, and then proceeded to stand in the locker room for ten minutes staring blankly at the wall while he contemplated the situation.

He just didn't know what to do, or why, or even how. Evidentally, staring at a green hospital wall wasn't going to give him the answers, so he decided to head home. One thing he did know was he was going to make no decisions without Rogue. Beside wanting her input 100%, anything he decided was going to impact on her as much as him. That was just how things were now.

"Rogue? Babe?" he called when he unlocked the front door. He pulled his bag off and hung it over the nearby chair and peeled his leather jacket off. "Are you home?"

quotethis_muses: All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. >> J.R.R. Tolkien (The Fellowship of the Ring)

( All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us... )

(Co-written with dean_ofmedicine and justalilcontact referenced with permission)

Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 1,139