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Occasionally, Chase loathed the island. Usually when he found himself elsewhere, he really hated it. He supposed that it wasn't so bad this time around. He was in his own body, Nate was safe, and only the Doctor was being inhabited by someone else, who was actually pretty nice. He definitely recalled a couple times too many in which that wasn't the case.

Still, it meant that there was a lot of madness to deal with and a lot of after-effect that spilled in later and he didn't exactly love that. While the woman in the Doctor's body was taking care of Nate, Chase was taking a walk to try and clear his head. Plus, at some point, he really did want to actually find the Doctor. Losing one's spouse wasn't exactly carved in the manual of good marriages.

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You know, it was really fucking annoying when you weren't exactly sure if the dude walking around who looked like your husband was your husband or wasn't. There was apparently like some ex-angel or whatever who looked like him now, even though the Doctor had only seen him from a distance.

What was even the fucking etiquette for this kind of thing? He had decided to go crash in the Brodie guy's house and read his comic books--CAREFULLY, okay?--until this all was over, but then he'd seen Chase walking around.

"Rob! Hey, Rob!"

Well, there went that.

Very slowly and with no sudden movements, Chase stopped and turned. He really never knew what to make of things during events like this and anyone could be in there. He turned his head just slightly and got a look at the man, offering a skittish but polite smile. "Can I help you?"

"Dude, it's me, okay?" The Doctor heaved a long, put-upon sigh, and stuffed his hands in his shorts pockets, which was more difficult than he'd anticipated. "The Doctor. Savior of the universe. Fan of bananas. I'm just stuck in this guy, and I can't even fucking talk right."

Chase had always thought that regardless of looks, he'd love the Doctor. Considering what he knew of the man's past, he definitely had to hold onto that because a part of his brain still didn't put it past him to change all over again. "Doctor?" he said warily, almost slow on the uptake -- which was the shock talking. "You're..." He trailed off, unable to even find the word to describe it. "Ah."

"Yeah," the Doctor said, looking like he was going to strangle whomever had decided to put him in this body. "I am a goddamn slacker, man. Also possibly fucking insane, or maybe there's some kinda medical condition that can explain how I can't go two seconds without swearing or some shit. And I only have one hand."

"You do only have one hand," Chase agreed, because it wasn't like he had much to say about the profanity other than...well, it was there. The discomfort must have been pretty clear on his face because Chase had never been good about hiding his emotions. "Have I mentioned how much I hate these weekends? I think the woman in your body is ready to have a panic attack."

"Cyd? I ran into her, yeah. She's pretty cool." The Doctor stood there, sort of rocking back and forth because he had no idea what to do with himself. "It could be a hell of a lot worse, I just...I don't fuckin' know, it feels so weird to be stuck like this and not be able to go home, man."

"Yeah," Chase agreed, the sound coming out of him like a pulled exhalation of torture. "I kind of start missing you. And now you're some profanity-happy bloke with one hand and definitely not the face I like." He offered a brief smirk. "At least I'm me?"

"That's true." The Doctor mulled this over a moment, then tried to brighten a little. "Nate ate a whole jam sandwich for lunch," he said. "Little dude loves that shit, we better make sure he brushes his teeth right or he'll look all like Austin Powers."

"Plus, you know, no island dentist," Chase said mildly, still trying to get over the whole thing. "Do you know who this guy is when he's not having you in there? I mean, does he know he's in safe hands?"

"Really good point," the Doctor said, pointing at Chase and nodding firmly before catching himself doing that and clearing his throat. "Sorry. Anyway. No, I haven't run into the guy. He hasn't exactly pointed me out from in the body of some chick and gone WHAT THE FUCK MAN."

"Well, and since he seemingly has an anger complex and one hand, I don't think we ought to be doing anything to piss him off in the meantime," Chase said, considering he could hold out on physical contact for a couple of days while everything got put right. Especially for the sake of keeping everything where it belonged.

"Dude, he's totally not any more angry than I am," said the Doctor, looking faintly bemused, trying not to go hug Chase, though at the same time, the thought of doing so was sort of weird in ways that made his stomach itch. "I'm just all good at hiding."

"And you married the prince of repression," he scoffed in a deadpan, arching his brow and almost daring the Doctor to say otherwise. "God help Nate growing up and let's just hope he knows how to express a feeling."

"I'm not gonna lie, man." The Doctor crossed his arms over his chest, then shook his head. "But seriously, with his biological parents, little guy's an open book, you know?"

He winked at Chase.

"Oh god, you're being terrifying," he said bluntly, feeling his own chill go down his spine at a wink like that. It unnerved him and made him pray that everything would go back to normal really fucking soon. "Don't. Don't do that."

"Do what?" The Doctor looked shiftily from side to side, though he honestly had no idea what the hell he had done, but obviously Chase thought he was nuts or something. "It's not like I fuckin' like this."

"No, I know," Chase promised, though he still sounded slightly discomfited by the whole situation. "It's more just the winking thing. It's really kind of weird when it's not you."

"What kind of winking thing?" The Doctor looked skeptical at the very idea. "Shit, have I gone around winking at people? Man, that totally fucking would creep everyone out, ew."

"Well, I mean, maybe it's just the way your face is? His face is," he corrected himself before he could let that go on too much longer. "Do you want to maybe just go visit Nate? At least we can keep him company and it'll be fairly innocent. Right?" He hoped, at least.

"I saw him earlier, I think he's scared of me or something." The Doctor blinked innocently, swallowing and rocking back and forth a little on the balls of his feet. "I don't know, am I that scary, Rob?"

"Maybe a little offputting," he conceded, not wanting to lie about it. "I mean, I wouldn't really want to spend a couple days with you like this? I could probably do a couple hours. That's just very much not my type," he said, clearing his throat and trying to make that sound like it was the truth, like he didn't sometimes like men like that.

"Dude, I don't even want to spend a couple days with me like this." The Doctor gave Chase a bit of a look. "Hell, I'd drink myself under the table if I didn't think this guy would come and kick my ass when he wakes up with a hangover..."

He paused, lifting a brow. "You DO like assholes sometimes, though."

"Only sometimes," he protested, and doing a half-assed job of it considering that a couple of his previous boyfriends had definitely not been saints of any nature, but he had still loved them. "And you're not an asshole?" he floated the notion.

"I never said I wasn't, yo." The Doctor looked smug and crossed his arms, even though one of his hands wasn't real and that was just so weird, man. "So don't be all saying you don't like assholes!"

Chase was still having that strange out-of-body experience in which he was vaguely scarred by all of this. He just eyed the Doctor warily and gave a hasty "...oookay," while knowing that yes, he might like assholes, but it wasn't like they were like that all the time.

"What?" asked the Doctor. "You're giving me that look, I fucking hate it when you give me that look, it's like you're gonna have me committed."

The sentence had started in his head as You know, I hate that look like you're going to section me. The problem was that he barely noticed the difference.

"Well, at this point in time, it's less committed and more going to try and find someone who knows this guy and speaks his language," Chase deadpanned, but there was a slightly worried countenance to his face. "You'll be normal eventually, no cause for committing."

"You even give me that look when I'm fucking normal," the Doctor said, or maybe it was more like 'whined'. He caught himself at it and looked slightly stunned. "Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me?"

"You're young, not yourself, and giving in to the personality," Chase appraised, sounding a lot more professional than he might have if this were four years ago when it was happening for the first time. "But it will pass. It always does."

"It better. I'm sick of this shit." The Doctor wasn't sure how exactly he was supposed to fight this personality, man. He took a sip from the juice he'd brought with him, and pondered Chase from over the cup.

"After being here nearly five years, trust me, I'm sick of it too," he promised, reaching out awkwardly and not knowing what to do exactly, so instead of giving the Doctor's cheek a light touch, he balled up his fist and offered a friendly punch to the arm.

Oh, god, he was crap at this.

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