Dr. Rob Chase

He had barely even gotten dressed in the morning, wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants, a pair of thongs, and a navy blue polo-shirt that fit perfectly. Sunglasses on and hair mussed, he tossed clothes onto the sleeping form of his boyfriend, standing at the edge of the bed. The alarm read ten AM and he wanted pancakes.

And toast and eggs and chocolate chips in his waffles.

"Rise and shine, lover," he said, voice mildly hoarse from the activities of the night before. "It's pancake-county time."

Normally, waking up on the island meant one of three things. First, that he was in his own bed and sprawled out like a starfish. Second, that he was sharing the bed with the Doctor (his erstwhile boyfriend, of all labels) and had to make sure not to steal the covers. Third was those odd weekends when you woke up and didn't feel right, exactly.

Chase woke up to the feeling of a Number Three morning that day.

He shifted, enough to pull the Doctor a bit closer, relieved it was still a Number Two day in some ways and kept an arm draped around his waist, lips parted and pressed to the Doctor's shoulder, waking up gradually to a shift in the light of the room. Which...definitely wasn't the Treehouse. He rubbed at his eyes, taking in the large bay-window and the curtains that billowed with the morning breeze and the thick white duvet and the pressed sheets and the big room that was completely decorated.

This was definitely not the Island. Well, shit, he thought to himself, sitting up slowly. A quick check of his clothes proved he was still in the boxers and t-shirt he'd put on after he and the Doctor had had sex the night before. He slowly disentangled himself from the Doctor, wincing when he put his foot down on the beige carpet and it gave a very familiar creak, one that Chase hadn't heard in...god, years. He'd been on that Island for nineteen months now.

Wait.

With that one exception of when he and Jay...

Well, that would make more sense. Nonetheless, his coffee had gone on timer and was brewing and Chase tucked the Doctor back into the covers as he eased away to get himself a cup of normal, proper, name-brand coffee, and he came back with a steaming mug of it, crawling back onto the bed and sitting cross-legged atop the covers, just watching the Doctor with a settled smile, sipping his coffee and enjoying this morning of peace and quiet.