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The Prodigal Son (Chase)

Title: The Prodigal Son
Characters/Pairings: Chase/OMCs and OFCs, Chase/Cameron, Chase/House (either as ship or something else), Cuddy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5X100
Challenge: The Prodigal Son at housemd_100
Summary: Chase and faith, a never-ending train-wreck affair.
Warning: This might contain notions offensive to some, even though they are not meant that way. And one vague spoiler for Season6.

The Prodigal Son


The first time Gavin grins at him open-mouthed, the sharp contrast of the little pill on a pink tongue makes Chase shiver, and his first thought is his mum sleeping upstairs, wrapped in an impenetrable white fog by her own poison of choice. The kiss tastes strange, not entirely pleasant, but as Gavin’s lithe body wraps around him he forgets fear, guilt, and responsibility, sinking into a colourful frenzy of passionate high. And when Gavin pushes into him it feels like a second Annunciation as newfound faith curls his insides in a whirlwind of sweat, moans, and hot white semen.  




When it all falls apart he cries for the first time since his father told him it was an unmanly thing to do and the pills watching him from the open envelope addressed to Gavin – his only goodbye before leaving – make the age-old Catholic guilt blossom in his chest.

The strict rules of seminary are a welcome change at first, cleansing his body and soul, filling him with heavy remorse even as chocolate eyes are watching him from behind a worn Bible. And he doesn’t see it coming until he’s found balls deep in a pliant body by Sister Margaret.   




Following in his father’s footsteps feels like the worst failure of all – until he saves his first life: a young, successful banker with dull green eyes and a charming, empty smile.

It takes a surprisingly short time for them to get involved and soon Chase finds himself holding a lighter to her already marred skin.

Full lips open in ecstasy, eyes sparkle with need, moans of mixed pain and pleasure make him shiver in eager horror. Watching her writhe on the bed, longing for his gentle cruelty feels like breathing life into inanimate dust with a touch of his fingertips.




It took ages yet seemed to happen faster than a plane crashes into the ground, from teasing, over an accidental slip, to sex in a patient’s home. And before he knows it Chase finds himself clinging with all his might to this reluctant angel with redemption in her eyes and paradise in her kisses. The more she pulls back the fiercer he holds onto her, not prepared to lose this gift from a God he’s been trying to replace for years.

And it takes a dead dictator for him to see that she really has no wish to save him.




House is dead.

The words of Fate uttered in Cuddy’s voice over the phone as a hooker’s tongue circles the head of his cock.

Alcohol saves him from patients and surprisingly enough doesn’t get him sacked. They all tiptoe around him like he’s made of glass and he pays them back with the cruel truth about themselves.

House would be proud. Or maybe not.

The funeral is barely over when Cuddy offers him the job and he laughs her in the face but accepts, knowing that with House gone there’s really no other way than to become his own God.



( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 28th, 2009 12:44 pm (UTC)
that was great
loved it
Oct. 28th, 2009 09:50 pm (UTC)
ZOMG, this was awesome! Loved it!
Nov. 7th, 2009 04:50 am (UTC)
This was an excellent, vivid look at Chase--your portrayal is of a damaged, very human man, who longs for redemption even as he succumbs to weakness.

The last drabble in particular broke my heart: "They all tiptoe around him like he's made of glass and he pays them back with the cruel truth about themselves." I've always been of the belief that Chase and House are very similar people, and it would be very possible for Chase to resort to House's coping mechanisms.

Using Chase's problematic relationship with faith as the infrastructure of the piece was inspired; it brings it to a ringing finish.
Sep. 11th, 2010 01:28 am (UTC)
I love this. Very ol' skool, guilt-ridden, angsty, religious issues Chase. I miss reading fic like this since hardly anyone seems to be writing it anymore. Great stuff.
Sep. 19th, 2010 10:55 am (UTC)
Thank you, I think it's a shame that most of the House fandom seems to be reduced to House/Wilson and House/Cuddy these days... or maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places.
Sep. 19th, 2010 05:58 pm (UTC)
The awesome subtext between House and Chase that existed in the first 2 seasons has definitely been lost although there were a few moments in the last few season when it came back, such as the bowling scene.

They've definitely isolated Wilson thought, so it's hard to remember the time when it was possible to see Wilson/Chase and even Wilson/Cameron as possible ships as well. I remember writing hard-core Wilson/Cameron hate!sex around the MLC period because the writing and the acting totally supported it. Now Wilson isn't even allowed to share emotional scenes with anyone but House...and don't even try to sell me that Wilson/Sam crap. Love Cynthia Watros, but there is no much NOTHING there, it's not even funny.
Sep. 14th, 2010 03:24 pm (UTC)
Sep. 18th, 2010 09:33 pm (UTC)
I thank karaokegal for linking back to this lovely collection. I have missed sunset_my_house drabbles.
Sep. 19th, 2010 10:57 am (UTC)
*blushes* Thank you so much for commenting. I'm hoping the upcoming new season will provide me with new inspiration - if only to fix the mess. *sigh*
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