1.6. “Carpe Diem.” | The Dead Poets Society

( She could’ve told Chase she was a koala breeder and had one in her handbag and the natural born Aussie would’ve believed her in the state he was in... )

- Wilson (justwilson) is my own now so very much referenced with permission. I don't own Rogue (justalilcontact), but she pretty much own Chase's arse, so also referenced with permission

Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 860

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

Chase was becoming more and more convinced he was a Valentine's jinx. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't remember really having a successful Valentine's Day and he began to wonder why the fuck he still tried to make an effort. Of course, the whole day didn't go down the crapper. In fact, the day was fine. Excellent, actually. He spent it in New York with Rogue and they'd basically had a ball, mostly spent unable to keep their hands off each other, no matter what the location.

But it had veered off onto the path of crap after that. He had since discovered that House had paid one of the med students to spike his and Wilson's drinks, which explained why Chase got so sloshed so quickly and had little to no recollection of the events of the night.

Especially that bloody voicemail.

What had he wanted to say to her? He had no idea. He even toyed with the idea of getting drunk all over again to see if Dr Idiot showed himself again and finished his sentence. But the sensitive gut leftover from the raging hangover stopped that train of thought.

He peeled off his mask, gloves and hat, tossing them in the contaminated waste. It had been an arduous surgery and now he had to put in three hours of Clinic duty before he could go home because that had been part of the deal he'd made to get House to come to the party. For the fucking life of him, he now couldn't remember why he wanted House there in the first place. He decided not to bother changing out of his scrubs and just pulled his lab coat on over the top of them and pushed his way out of the Operating Theatre.

realmof_themuse 2.3, 3A. "Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner." – Heat.

( Chase had long since gone beyond the ‘stupidly drunk’ phase... )

[House (gotvicodin) and Wilson (justwilson) used with Muns' permission and collaboration]

Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 706

muse_shuffle If you got a play date >> Girl, I'll make it worth breakin' >> So we can go all night long (Steve Carlson – ‘If It Ain’t Easy’)

( Valentine's Voicemail... )

justalilcontact and justwilson used with permission. Follows on from Rogue's post HERE.

Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 635

SECTION H: SCENARIOS

2. Write a fic about your muse driving someplace, with someone.

[ooc: Written by me but accepted as verse canon by Wilson's Mun (justwilson)]

( R E S P E C T! )

Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 1,387

Chase spotted Wilson about to get into the elevator in the surgical suite, which wasn't an uncommon sight as Wilson headed all his own Oncology surgeries. He smirked. "Wilson!" he called, bounding up to the elevator as Wilson lodged his hand against the door to stop them closing. "Fancy a coffee?" he asked, talking maybe a little louder than he should.