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dr_robchase) wrote2012-06-01 07:46 pm
dr_robchase) wrote2012-06-01 07:46 pm
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There were some moments when Chase felt like he existed as nothing more than an annotated mark in one of his father's books. The definitive book of rheumatology doesn't even mention that Rowan Chase had a family. There was no hint of the wife he abandoned, nor the son that he thought inconvenient or the too-late daughter who followed in her mother's footsteps. He was hired by House because of a phone call that his father made out of some delayed guilt and didn't even bother to call and congratulate him.
(Is congratulations merited when the job's been secured for you through bribery? He wasn't sure about that)
And then, and then Rowan Chase swooped back into his life for all of a measly few days under the excuse that Chase was suddenly worth seeing, but only for so long and never with the truth. At the time, he'd been grateful deep down beneath the loathing and the anger. Three months later, he forgot how to be anything but lost.
Cancer.
His father had been dying when he'd visited. He'd been dying and he hadn't told Chase. House had figured it out and he hadn't told Chase. He'd come to see him off and he hadn't told Chase and the only thing that he did manage to do was marry a woman who knew well-enough to call her stepson the moment that his estranged father passed away. Chase would never forget that phone call. He didn't think he had it in him to forget, but not just for the numbness that pervaded, but the moment after.
This moment.
"Dr. Chase?"
It was a ghost's voice. It was a ghost and instead of being in his nightmares, she was standing right behind him and there was a phone in his hand and he could swear that he'd gone to bed. Vision blurry with tears over a man who had died so long ago and who had given him nothing, he turned around and stared at Kayla, unable to manage any semblance of the English language.
"Hi," she said, without a single hint of awareness of what was coming -- of what she was about to lose.
And so, here Chase was, on the cusp of making the biggest mistake of his career because of his father.
Or maybe he had it all wrong. Maybe even this wouldn't have made it into one of his father's books. Maybe even this, this last ignorance wouldn't even rate.
(Is congratulations merited when the job's been secured for you through bribery? He wasn't sure about that)
And then, and then Rowan Chase swooped back into his life for all of a measly few days under the excuse that Chase was suddenly worth seeing, but only for so long and never with the truth. At the time, he'd been grateful deep down beneath the loathing and the anger. Three months later, he forgot how to be anything but lost.
Cancer.
His father had been dying when he'd visited. He'd been dying and he hadn't told Chase. House had figured it out and he hadn't told Chase. He'd come to see him off and he hadn't told Chase and the only thing that he did manage to do was marry a woman who knew well-enough to call her stepson the moment that his estranged father passed away. Chase would never forget that phone call. He didn't think he had it in him to forget, but not just for the numbness that pervaded, but the moment after.
This moment.
"Dr. Chase?"
It was a ghost's voice. It was a ghost and instead of being in his nightmares, she was standing right behind him and there was a phone in his hand and he could swear that he'd gone to bed. Vision blurry with tears over a man who had died so long ago and who had given him nothing, he turned around and stared at Kayla, unable to manage any semblance of the English language.
"Hi," she said, without a single hint of awareness of what was coming -- of what she was about to lose.
And so, here Chase was, on the cusp of making the biggest mistake of his career because of his father.
Or maybe he had it all wrong. Maybe even this wouldn't have made it into one of his father's books. Maybe even this, this last ignorance wouldn't even rate.
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He wrapped Chase into a hug. "I mean that," he said, not sure still about the hug because if this was reality somehow, people would totally be weirded out by it. But whatever.