Birthday Boy [For House]

[dr_robchase]

Chase knew what day it was before he'd even woken up and he just clasped his pillow and used it to cover his head, burrowing into the bed a little deeper. He sighed, staring at the darkened linens of the bed. A year in this place. Two separate birthdays on this island, the first of which he didn't even tell anyone about.

He slowly turned and tossed again -- just in his ratty t-shirt and boxers -- and got comfortable on his side, trying to sneak in another few hours of sleep, at least before he had to wake up and face reality.

Maybe everyone would forget. It was a nice thought and a good possibility, but somehow, he doubted he was going to get off the hook, just like that.

He turned, lying facing the wall and tugging the sheets up a little higher. No birthday calls today to miss. Just an island to deal with.

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[misanthrope_md]

House wasn't going to forget, if only because Chase had made a point to tell him and to request his company. And even if House's current state of mind wasn't at the best - between Jack and Chase sucking face with other people at the bonfire and then not only finding out that Wilson was back but finding him in his bed - he was going to try his best not to fuck up Chase's birthday.

He poked his head in the door without knocking, figuring the worst that could happen would be a naked Cuddy, which she'd probably forgive him for, and was relieved to see the room empty except for Chase's familiar form curled up on the bed.

He didn't bother to try to be quiet, as you can't really sneak with a cane, but he was pretty fast, sitting down on the bed with Chase and leaning over to kiss the back of his neck before saying anything.