[for Johnny]

[dr_robchase]

Chase was in the clinic, taking a new inventory. Now that Foreman was there and another doctor named Beckett, apparently, it was probably for the best they have an updated count. There was a woman named Claire Fraser that he really should meet, considering so many files had her name on them, but he was in and out.

Currently, he was chewing on the end of a pen, cupboards open and mentally counting how many samples jars were in there along with bandages.

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[dr_robchase]

"Or we could just tie it all together and use a tree to make a pole," he opined. "Then we'd need teams."

[sosyermom.livejournal.com]

"Dude. How lazy are you?" Johnny rolled his eyes. "C'mon. What else were you going to do this afternoon? Count cotton balls?"

[dr_robchase]

"Do inventory!" Chase protested with a wide-eyed face. "Or take a nap?"

[sosyermom.livejournal.com]

Johnny studied him. "Fine. That's cool." He turned away and headed for the stairs. "I'll take my tutu and my lingerie and my swimsuit cover and make my volleyball net."

[dr_robchase]

Chase grinned a little and headed to Johnny's side, yanking the tutu. "It's my tutu."

[sosyermom.livejournal.com]

Johnny smirked and let Chase have it. "All yours, big guy. Far be it from me to get between a man and his tutu."

[dr_robchase]

Chase ascended the stairs. "You run?" he questioned.

[sosyermom.livejournal.com]

"Hmm?" Johnny pretended he wasn't checking out Chase's ass as they went up the stairs. "Run where?"

[dr_robchase]

"I mean, jogging," Chase clarified, turning around and flicking the tutu at Johnny.

[sosyermom.livejournal.com]

Johnny smirked. "Sure. I've been known to go on a run or two." Or ten. Or a hundred. Endless endless runs in the military.

[dr_robchase]

Chase led the way out of the compound, nodding. "See you at the beach, then," he remarked with a bit of a grin and a wink before taking off at a run.

[sosyermom.livejournal.com]

Johnny stood there for a moment, bemused, and then took off after him, clothing tucked under his arms as he followed.

His longer legs let him catch up without too much trouble, but Chase was fast--must've had something to do with his well-muscled thighs--and Johnny was breathing heavily by the time they made it onto the beach.

[dr_robchase]

Chase was breathing just as hard, tipping his head back to the sky to try and catch his breath. "I haven't run...in weeks..."

[sosyermom.livejournal.com]

Johnny dropped the clothes and bent over, bracing his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. "Yeah," he panted. "Thanks for the sprint."

[dr_robchase]

Chase leaned over, forcibly straightening Johnny's posture, one hand on his back and other on his chest -- hands professional and quick.

"Don't bend over. You'll get cramps."

[sosyermom.livejournal.com]

Johnny eyed him, glanced at his hands and then nodded. "Thanks."

Could they do nothing without flirting? He hated himself sometimes.

"So...those trees over there look good."

[dr_robchase]

Chase let go easily because this time, he really wasn't flirting. People were under that damn misconception that bending over helped, when it really made it worse.

"Yeah," he agreed, sizing them up.

[sosyermom.livejournal.com]

Johnny headed over, still panting, and dumped the clothes onto the sand.

"Not bad for a court, right?" he asked, glancing over at Chase.

[dr_robchase]

Chase didn't know that much about volleyball, just knew that him and his mates enjoyed it while on the beach. "I think anything would do."