10 September 2008 @ 04:35 pm
I’m Your Faith, You’re My God.  
Title: I’m Your Faith, You’re My God.
Rating: PG-13 (maybe a bit higher: check the warnings)
Author: Andrea Deer
Words: 4.165
Pairings: House/Chase (eventually hinted and implied), past House/Stacy. Also House/Wilson friendship.
Warnings: hints of slash, priest!Chase, AU (It happens not long after Stacy left House. Oh, and Chase is a priest then.), talks about religion, angst.
Summary: Wilson is seriously worried about his best friend and he run out of ideas how to help him. He drags his friend to hospital’s chapel and is very happy when he’s plan starts to work. But then it turns out House may actually not be the most helpless person that visits this chapel.
Spoilers: Some to episodes about Chase’s and House’s past.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Use without permission. No money made.
Beta: NONE!

A/N: Me and my friend natinio had this weird kink for Priest!Chase or at least Chase in priest’s cloth. And I wanted to write something sweet and funny about that… I ended up writing some weird, emotional angst with constant babbling about religion. Uh, sorry about that. Anyway: HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATI!!!!



~~~

I’m Your Faith, You’re My God.

~~~

"I'm not saying you're a sicko!" argued Wilson looking up at his friend with concern. "I just think that you're not... exactly stable, yet."

House glanced pointedly at his fractured leg.

"I doubt I'll ever be stable, Wilson."

The younger man just sighed and pushed a button for a third floor, buying himself some time to find the best way to say to House what finally needed to be said.

"Greg..."

"Oh, I can hear the moral-lecture coming."

"You have every right to be upset, miserable and depressed! Really, nobody is expecting you to jump back to your life all happy-smiley. I swear, and we're... I'm actually pretty much terrified that you're trying to do just that. Sure, reacting with a scathing joke to insensitive comment about your leg is a perfect move! But don't go on looking for insensitive comments, when someone is just trying to have a conversation with you!"

The older man stared ahead, as if ignoring his friend. After a moment he looked back and met Wilson's worried gaze. He sighed and turned his eyes to the small screen announcing the floor number. He frowned.

"Why are we going for third floor? Nothing interesting there."

Wilson sighed and this time he avoided eye contact.

"I think you should talk with someone."

"The shrinks offices are at the first floor."

The beeping sound announced the opening of the door and Wilson put his hand on House's lower-back, guiding him out and hoping this gesture will be enough to stop him from turning back to the elevator, but not enough for him to see someone pitying him again. He sighed slightly relieved when they managed to make theirs way out and the door closed automatically behind them.

"Would you really let me drag you to the shrink's office?" he asked moving up the hallway.

"No. But I'm right now letting you drag me along only because I'm too curious of what you thought may actually help..." House stopped rapidly next to the strong, wooden doors.

"Wilson. Tell me you're kidding."

"No. That's the best thing I could've thought up after crossing out the shrinks and realizing I'm not helping either."

"But... Honestly? Hospital chapel? What do you expect to achieve by it? That God will send an angel and heal my leg? Or my depression at least? That I'll suddenly see the light and stop being miserable, because my suffering has a purpose and meaning? Because God wants me to suffer? Wilson!"

He was seriously angered now, but also somehow disappointed at how cliched Wilson's thoughts were. Honestly, he was expecting something more from his best friend! Of course, he doubted Wilson is capable of finding some real help for him, but still... He made a lousy job of trying.

The younger man just shrugged, obviously not really thinking this new idea of his is worth much either. He looked tough as if he really run out of the better ideas tough.

"Some people find it scotching," he said and when House failed to argue he continued. "The quiet if that's what they need, someone to talk to if that's what they're looking for."

"I'm not some people," finally grumbled House.

"Then maybe you'll just enjoy the sight of others being as miserable as you are."

House snorted.

"Doubt it," he said. And entered the chapel, leaving Wilson quite buffaloed outside.

~~~

Nobody tried to talk with House in the chapel. Probably, because most of the times no one was even there. The heavy air, scented with burning candles and incense that always seemed to linger in churches didn't irritate him as much as he thought it would. As much as he remembered it irritating him, when he was a child and his mother dragged him along on the mass every Sunday. Maybe the lack of bunch of smelly, sweating people and old, weird ladies made it better. Actually after spending long hours in hospital the scent of church was... well not scotching, but different and everyone needs a change once in a while.
And the silence was... good. Really good. Nobody was interrupting him every five minutes to check if he hadn't decided to jump of the window or starve himself to death. He swore that Wilson is going to get him addicted to that lunch-serving of his.

The third time House came the chapel he brought his reportable tv and enjoyed the ridiculous stupidity of day-time television until some old priest came out from some backroom, where they were all obviously hiding and started glaring at the only other person in the chapel. House rolled his eyes and kept on watching the show that just started. The priest asked him to behave or to leave and House - after apologizing the empty room for interrupting its prays - left.

He came back three days later. With a tv. And earphones, because he didn't came here to be interrupted. He sat in the back and relaxed, deciding that this idea wasn't as bad as he thought. Maybe if Wilson kept on being his best friend he may actually tell him so.

House's luck in finding peacefulness in the chapel run out on his sixth visit. He was watching re-runs of a comedy tv-show and right on clue, just when the first commercial break started a young priest came into the chapel. He obviously wasn't here to pray: he barely made a cross sign, while passing the altar, and made his way to House.

"What's your problem?" attacked him House, when the young thing stood next to his bench. "I'm not interrupting anyone, so why I'm annoying you so much?"

The kid looked somehow taken aback and House wondered briefly if it wasn't some priests idea of a joke: send an innocent, little kid like that to deal with the arrogant bastard lacking any kind of respect whatsoever. It sounded somehow cruel for priests, but on the other hand they were people who took pleasure in announcing to others that they're going to burn in hell.

"You're not. I just thought you may want to talk to someone, with the regularity of your visits here," he shrugged and sat next to House, glancing at the tv briefly.

House decided he made a right decision calling this priest 'kid'. He couldn't be older than mid-twenties. The floppy, blond hair and baby face probably making him look even younger than he was. And he had an annoying accent. Which totally crossed him out of the list of the people good to send to talk with House. Must've been a priest joke then.

"And the fact that I brought a tv with me didn't give you a hint that I don't care about sharing-caring moments with strangers in black?"

"It gave me a hint that you can't stand silence for long," smiled priest. "And still you come here, the place that's pretty much famous for its silence."

"Less annoying people than in my office."

"Hm. Good point. I suppose it's a proof for the theory that you don't want to talk."

"Good point."

House put his earphones back on and continued to watch 'Everybody Loves Raymond' and to his annoyed surprise, young priest kept on sitting next to him, watching the show above his shoulder. The doctor ignored him and when second episode ended, he took his things and went out without another word.

He was pretty sure it was a message enough. He smiled smugly, when on his seventh visit nobody bothered him anymore.

~~~

The annoying priest came back on the eighth visit, tough. House sighed, when young man sat next to him again.

"I thought I made it clear I don't want to talk."

"And I thought I made it clear that I think you need company."

"You're pathetic. Father...?"

The kid swallowed nervously before answering and House frowned.

"Any particular reason, why your name makes you so nervous, Father Robert?"

"I'm just... not used to being called 'Father' yet."

House nodded seriously.

"It happens. Pay a visit to a maternity department, many guys with similar problems."

Priest snorted and smiled at the doctor.

"I take it you're not a priest for long then."

"I'm not a priest," He blushed and quickly started explaining after House looked pointedly at his cloth. "Yet, that is. I have last vows left still. It's just a matter of time."

"I don't even deserve to get a cheap psychoanalysis from a real priest?" Asked doctor sounding incredulous.

"I'm real... Not a priest yet, tough. It's as best as you can get."

House snorted and prepared himself to ignore Father Robert before something came to his mind and he again put out the earphones.

"If you're so set on annoying me, why weren't you here the last time?"

"I know it may surprise you, but I'm not sitting somewhere in the back of the altar and waiting for you to show up. I wasn't here."

"Maybe we should make some schedule."

"You already made it. You rarely came here before the lunch, never during. And never when there's higher possibility of anyone else coming here. Also, it's weirdly similar to yours clinic hours schedule."

The doctor snorted and started watching his tv. After fifteen minutes he sighed and exchanged one earphone towards the priest, who smiled warmly at him and accepted.

~~~

"Isn't indulging me with this tv somehow a sin?"

"I started to think about it as about indulging naughty kid with sweets to make him go to school."

"Those kids never raise into anything respectable."

"But they're smarter than the ones that gets sweets and don't go to school anyway."

~~~

"So... Are you ever going to tell me what happened to make you come here?"

"My friend told me to, because he's afraid I'm going to die depressed and miserable. Soon."

"Why does he think so?"

"Because I'm muscle-robbed and broken-hearted. And for the record I don't find British accent scotching. Turn it off."

"Australian and can't do. Sorry."

~~~

"That's ridiculous. Fred and Erin shouldn't be together. That's impossible relationship."

"And what do you know about marriages? You're a priest!"

"And you're broken hearted!"

"And you think it's my fault?"

"I suppose that you could've made anyone's life more hellish."

The door slammed shut behind House.

~~~


He didn't much care for cleaning duties, unless he was currently lost in thought. Then, cleaning actually helped. Made him more peaceful. He was cleaning, putting things in order and the thoughts in his hear were swirling around in some weird mix, also trying organize themselves. The best jobs were the ones in which he didn't have to move or even concentrate too much. Like washing the dishes. Clean, dry, put away. Mechanical to the painful boredom. Perfect time to actually do some thinking.

The last conversation with doctor House didn't go well. Some small part of him was actually pleased by the fact that he managed to prove that the cynical man is in fact still a human being. Mostly he was just terrified that in a person hiding his feelings so well, he still managed to hurt them. Father Ryan was right; he probably wasn't yet ready for talking with disturbed souls. On the other hand no one was having a better track record in talking with chapel's quiet guest. Not that anyone else was insane enough to try...

"What are you thinking about so hard, Father Robbie? Some nun caught your eye?"

Robert glanced at the older nun that stood now next to him. He was angered at himself that he didn't see her coming... Maybe he'd manage to somehow run away from this conversation. He wasn't antisocial or something, he pretty much enjoyed talking with people. But sister Eloise was an exception of this rule. She was sure that every young clerk wants to sleep with every young nun. It was an obsession that Father Robert Chase couldn't yet understand as something more than hidden desires. He bight his tongue to not start yelling that if he'd be interested in finding himself a girl, he'd be able to find a better place for that than monastery. Like - for example - brothel that was behind the corner. Also, he hated being called 'Robbie'.
So, Robert bight his tongue and every evening added three ‘Holy Mary’s to his prays for inappropriate thoughts. Like the one about drowning Sister Eloise in dirty from dishwashing water.

"No, Sister. I was just thinking about a man that comes to hospital chapel in PPTH. I tried talking with him and I'm not sure I didn't made a fatal mistake."

"Yes, yes..." She clucked disapprovingly. "I heard you're trying to reach out to this man... House, isn't it? I doubt you could've actually help him. Sometimes... Sometimes we should give up on some souls to manage to help the ones that actually may make use from our help."

Robert glared at her hard and she blinked shocked.

"I care to disagree, Sister Eloise. I believe we shouldn't abound someone just because he may be harder to cope with."

"Ah, why yes... I meant..."

"I know what you meant," he said coldly and turned back to the dishwashing, ignoring Sister Eloise's slightly shocked person.

He hoped House would come back soon, so he'll be able to get away with spending more time away from the leaving chambers. He had a bad feeling he wasn't going t o win mister popularity award any time soon.

~~~

"Hey there, Father Wombat. Is cheap psychoanalyze office opened?"

"Always. Especially for long time clients."

"Wouldn't it be 'long-time sinners'?"

"You said that."

~~~

"So it was she who betrayed me."

"She tried to save your life."

"The rode to hell is made from good intentions."

"Good point."

~~~

"You missed our meeting, Father Robbie."

"I had a test, sorry."

"You have priest-tests? Like... How many ‘Holy Mary’s it is for strangling neighbor’s dog or what says Bible in the verse 666?"

"Something like that..."

"Or how to Holy Mary your way out of naughty thoughts about some crippled sexy doctor?"

"Uh... I didn't check that one."

"Shame. Could be useful."

~~~

"You know, I'm aware of the fact that I'm avoiding the crowded hours, but is anyone beside me ever coming in here?"

"You'd be surprised, but yes. Lots of people actually. There're three masses at Sunday, and one each day, in the late afternoon. And we also have special praying night and Wednesdays."

"What's the purpose of praying at night?"

"I think... I think that people believe that if theirs sacrifice is bigger and the praying harder, then they're offering more from themselves and it may help more, too. I think."

"It's stupid."

"It sounds stupid now, yes."

"It's like believing that at night the line is more free and they can actually get the connection... I mean sure, less people are praying at night, but then it's quite a bright day in China..."

"Not many Catholics in China, tough."

"Good point. But Catholics praying at night in China are even more stupid."
~~~

Before Wilson managed to even notice what's happening, quick hand emerged from behind him and snatched chips from his tray. He just sighed and turned around, moving to the table behind the retreating House.

"I was kind of hoping God will keep you busy through the lunch."

"Now, now, Wilson. Would I brake our lunch date for such a lame company?"

"If He's such a lame company, how He manages to make you keep coming back."

"It's all Father Wombat's fault."

Wilson blinked at him and shook his head, deciding that he really, really doesn't want to know. He started on his lunch instead, but before he even tasted his salad something clicked in his memories and he glanced up to met House's amused smirk.

"The young priest you keep on corrupting?"

"I got him addicted to tv-shows. Now I'm thinking up how to start on internet porn."

"Oh, God. Can't you leave the kid alone?"

House shrugged and smiled faintly. And his best friend wasn't sure if he should be glad he gets to see those small smiles again or just worried for poor priest.

"Probably. But he's fun." He glared noticing Wilson's worried frown. "And that's more than I can tell about you these days!"

The Oncologist laughed quietly and shook his head, deciding to deal with the problems when they appear and not a moment before.

"Just remember, while you'll be sneaking him to Canada for a quiet wedding, that if not for me you'd've never met."

"That's why you're gonna be a best man," winked House and Wilson just shook his head in disbelief.

~~~

"So... Let's talk about you now, Father Wombat."

"We seem to constantly talk about me. And I'm not the one, who's looking for help in a chapel."

"Really? Could've fooled me."

"What I meant is..."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it. So? Why priest? Why not a firefighter or a doctor or a lap-dancer? Daddy beat you? Closed you in the closet? No, I know. He died a noble way that made you see the light."

"My father is leaving happily his life in Australia. He's a respected doctor and doesn't complain much."

"And mummy?"

"My mother is dead."

"A-HA! Long sickness, like cancer and you realizing how she's going to a better place?"

"She drunken herself to death."

"Oh, God. That's even more cliche. No one paid attention to you? Come on, I can adopt you. It'll be easier way out than a life of servitude."

"It wouldn't be a live of servitude?"

"Huh. Good point. But I'm not immortal. You may catch a few years of freedom."

~~~

"I don't like God. He's worst than Cuddy."

"I'm somehow sure I'm going to regret this question, but: why?"

"Every time I *know* I diagnosed correctly I still have to have list of reasons for my actions and thoughts and ideas, because otherwise the powerful mistress will stop... try to stop me from helping a patient."

"You're saying that God is trying to stop you from treating your patients too?"

"No. He's worst. He let me acts on my first thoughts and hunches, but if I won't give to patient sickening amount of reasons and explanations, God is getting the whole credit anyway. It's stealing. It's plagiarism."

"I never before met anyone arrogant enough to suggest that God is stealing his credit for the job. Did you ever consider that maybe it's God that sends you the hunches?"

"No, Wombat. It's my subconscious and my years of training as a doctor."

"Of course."

~~~

"So, I'm thinking infection, but nobody listens to me, 'cause my first diagnosis was wrong. As if it was my fault. If the patient for once started talking at the beginning of the procedure I'd be able to thought up the right diagnosis earlier."

"I think you said that it's not infection? That the fever isn't high enough?"

"Well, it is now. But the tox-screens are clean. And I can't prove right now that the fact that the patient was on cocaine is now killing him."

"Maybe it's not? Maybe it's autoimmune? Organism is attacking itself upon sensing the danger that's some sort of infection not caused by drugs. That way you get to have infection and clean tox screen."

"..."

"What?"

"What the hell do *you* know about medicine?"

"Only what they taught me in the med school."

"You're a doctor?! You actually finished med school and then became a priest?! ARE YOU NUTS?!"

"I just never cared much for being a doctor."

"Oh God, you are!"

~~~

"You have doubts my son?" asked Father Ryan concerned and Chase lowered his gaze embarrassed.

Father Ryan was sometimes the only reason Robert still wanted to be a priest. Father Ryan was everything that a priest should be, he was Robert's role model since he heard his speech to newbies on his first day in the seminary. That all made it even harder to confess... To beg for understanding of the weakness.

"Yes. I... That may not be something serious... It may be just nervousness before final vows, but... I don't want to promise God anything, when I'm not one hundred percent sure... Doesn't seem very respectful."

Father Ryan smiled warmly and nodded his head.

"We will work something out, Robert. And... Just remember that sometimes that what makes a priest a good priest is the fact that he has doubts and doesn't take everything for granted. And sometimes it's God's way of suggesting other career choice."

Younger man chuckled happily, for the first time in weeks feeling better. Surer of his own person. Father Ryan was definitely one of the best priests Chase had ever met.

~~~

"Being a priest is about trusting. About believing. Being a doctor is about curiosity. About discovering and constant questioning. I prefer my way."

"I don't understand people who are so proud that they believe something they can't experience. You know, it may be shocking, but there's a slight possibility that after we die we're... dead. And that's it. No great, white light. No angels, no devils. No heaven and no hell. Nothing from your spiritual crap."

"Have you ever considered that there may be?"

"Well, I'm not going to waste years of my life, praying and trying to act nicely just so I can be prepared in case there actually is something."

"Well, I'm not going to risk my immortal soul in case I have one."

~~~

"So... You're a full-mode priest now?"

"Uh... no. I postponed the ceremony. Decided to wait another year. Father Ryan agreed with me and let me stay as a resident until the time will come."

"Why?"

"Why not? He's a decent man, he won't throw me one the street now..."

"Stupid Wombat. Why did you postpone it?"

"I didn't feel ready."

"Uh-uh."

"What?"

"Chicken. Or is that the sound of your sense of reason coming back?"

~~~

The door was pushed open, but Robert ignored the sound. He could feel the hard wood hurting his knees, but he wasn't sure how long his kneeling in the empty chapel praying for... something. Some kind of closure, of seeing the reason and some goal ahead of him. His hands were clenched tightly and his mouth were moving silently, automatically whispering the words of preys. His eyes closed tightly, so no one would see how despaired he was to hear some advice. If there was one time he needed the God to speak to him loud and clear... it was then.

The end of cane poked him in the arm and he sighed. He quickly finished the sentence, interrupting the prey in the middle and made a sign of cross, sitting back on the bench. Slight gasp left him, when he felt the pain in his knees on the sudden movement.
He glanced back at House, who was looking at him from the bench one row behind him. The look was concentrated and powerful. Curious. Searching. Diagnosing.

Chase looked back at the altar, concentrating on the figure of Jesus Christ on the cross behind it. His eyes sliding, following every painted stream of blood. There was sure a lot of blood for a sculpture that kids could see, thought Robert unreasonably and started talking.

"I was praying, but... Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I hoped He’d help me understood... Help me choose... What I should do?" His voice was weak and he didn't dare to turn around and see mocking in House's eyes. The look was so intense that he could feel it, small hair on his neck raising. He kept his gaze carefully on the blood on the sculpture. "But this time - surprisingly - He didn't answer as well. I thought that if I'll pray enough He'll understood that if I ever needed advice and guidance it's now... But no. I have no faintest idea what to do with myself. Should I finally finish the path I started and become a priest? Or come back to the path my father shoved me onto? Or choose some third option? Find something completely new! Obviously He doesn't have an opinion on the subject, but... But that kinda helps me rule out the first idea, right?"

The young man glanced back briefly and to his surprise he noted that House's eyes were also glued to the sculpture above the altar. Not for long tough, because quickly blue orbs concentrated on Chase instead and he gasped quietly. Obviously he didn't notice when he started asking for advice not from God, but from someone who believed himself to be as good or even better than any God.

"Wanna get out of here? Cuddy probably will leave me alone for some time after the last patient and the tv in my office is bigger than that," he nodded to the portable tv he hold.

Chase stared for a moment shell-shocked. Finally he unbuttoned few buttons on his cloth, taking off hid priest-collar, and nodded firmly.

"Yeah. Take me out of here."

~~~
The End.
~~~
 
 
( 28 comments — Leave a comment )
just_air_leftjust_air_left on September 10th, 2008 06:43 pm (UTC)
i like it
there are a few spelling mistakes but other then that
it was good
andrea_deer: Ducklingsandrea_deer on September 15th, 2008 01:45 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I'm pretty sure there's lots of mistakes xD I'm just not good enough at writing in English yet to actually write a really good story *shrugs*
But I'm very glad you liked my fic despite its technical faults ^_^
tombedelalunetombedelalune on September 10th, 2008 06:50 pm (UTC)
you've got to write more on this !!
I loved it!!!!
seriously! write more!!
andrea_deer: House/Chaseandrea_deer on September 15th, 2008 01:48 pm (UTC)
what about am I supposed to write, huh? Even if I'd want to write a sequel I have absolutely no idea about what xD
(Although now that I think about it, maybe Chase while being with House meeting some priest he knew? Or the moment his father learns about changes in his life? NO IDEA XD).

Still, I'm very glad you liked it enough to actually *want* a sequel. I never though somebody would really enjoy this story. :)
clear_chickenclear_chicken on March 13th, 2010 01:20 pm (UTC)
I would have loved a sequel too. One where Chase is trying to find himself now that he's left the church and House is trying to work out just how important Chase is to him. Also Chase would probably stay with House now that he has no where to go.
andrea_deerandrea_deer on March 13th, 2010 02:20 pm (UTC)
I doubt I'll ever write anything to House anymore, I totally fell out of this fandom. But at some point I did wrote a sequel to this fic, it was pretty silly, tough. Not even close to the serious tone of this one, but still. You can find it here:
http://andrea-deer.livejournal.com/184231.html
Procrastinator extraordinaireficchica on September 10th, 2008 07:15 pm (UTC)
I liked this. It would be nice to see more of this universe.
andrea_deer: Chase - Cute Animalsandrea_deer on September 15th, 2008 01:49 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked! :) And I'm not really sure something more from this universe would work out... I mean, I'm not sure about what I could've write now? :/
Still, I promise to think about it. ^_^
proactively anticipating a possible outcomesookail on September 10th, 2008 08:00 pm (UTC)
Priest/Clothes!Chase is a very good kink to have, indeed. And House just the right person to change Chase`s mind about some...things ;)
Really liked the fic, hoping for a sequel! Pretty please with Chase cherry on top?
andrea_deer: House - It's a Hugandrea_deer on September 15th, 2008 01:51 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you approve not only the story but also the kink xD Glad you enjoyed!
And once again: I'm not saying definite no to the sequel idea, but for now I have no idea about what I should've write! :)
(Anonymous) on September 10th, 2008 08:46 pm (UTC)
I like it :)
Are you planning to write a sequel?
andrea_deerandrea_deer on September 15th, 2008 01:51 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
I'm not planning, but it's possible I'll be persuaded ;)
pinkuro ♥pinkuro on September 11th, 2008 12:26 am (UTC)
Chase looked such a devotaded priest at be beginning, and at the end he looks so confused... (I got a little confused)
but other than that, I loved it, I agree with ficchica, it would be (very) nice to see more of this universe!!
andrea_deer: chaseandrea_deer on September 15th, 2008 02:01 pm (UTC)
I personally think that Chase was such a good, devoted priest at the begining, because there wasn't really nothing stopping him. I mean, he believed and he wanted to do something his father disapproved, so being a priest was a perfect thing! And he was so concentrated on it that he hadn't have any doubts. And then finally he concentrated on somehting else than his goal and he started to overthink everything. I suppose I could've wrote it more detailed, but I think I'm not up to writing about inner trimuls of a priest that's loosing his faith. ;)

Anyway, I'm very glad you liked the story. And I'm not sure there'll be mroe, but I'll keep in mind the fact that so many people would like to see a sequel xD
pinkuro ♥pinkuro on September 15th, 2008 03:48 pm (UTC)
I think it would be much better with this detailed in the story. I personally like all details possible, because, as a writter, I can't suppose the reader will understand what I meant if I didn't wrote it, and as a reader, I would have like it explained...
anyway, if you did a sequel, a guess you could tell it õo' if you wanted... I guess now if, doesn't matter that much xD (you already told anyway XD)
but a sequel would be very good...
andrea_deerandrea_deer on September 15th, 2008 03:54 pm (UTC)
I'm honestly shocked at how many people want a sequel... And I still don't have a clue what about it should be xD I mean, ever babbling about religion is over-done already xD
pinkuro ♥pinkuro on September 15th, 2008 03:58 pm (UTC)
honestly... I wanted a chase with as a priest (and a very cute priest outfit) playing doctor... but that's just my big imagination working out... >///> xDDD
andrea_deer: House - It's a Hugandrea_deer on September 15th, 2008 04:07 pm (UTC)
LOLz XD

Personally I'm thinking more about some costume party and House making Chase dress as priest. (House could go as a devil or sth xD).
pinkuro ♥pinkuro on September 15th, 2008 06:11 pm (UTC)
House could go as an angel, with would be cute (chase: I go if you go as an angel *smirk*) hmnnn xDDD and then later chase dresses up with that devil sexy lingerie for house... XDDDD okay big imagination working again...
andrea_deerandrea_deer on September 17th, 2008 07:12 pm (UTC)
Personally I always wanted to see House in angel's costume, although I'm sure he'd feel better in the devil's one. :)
my imagination is working too now xD Maybe there actually is some real hope fpr that sequel xD Althought it may be more cracky than the original story xD
phoenix714phoenix714 on September 11th, 2008 05:04 am (UTC)
Please write more. Soon. You could use a beta reader but the story itself is great. I love how Chase doesn't really lose his faith just his certainty about what direction his life should take. Your House and Chase work very well together.
andrea_deer: Don't Drink Waterandrea_deer on September 15th, 2008 02:03 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I know. Betas hate tough xD I'm glad you enjoyed my Hosue/Chase I wasn't sure I could pulled it of. I mean, as much as I enjoy House/Chase and I believe it was my first ship from House, MD, I got totally addicted to House/Wilson ;)
I may write more in this universe, but I can't promise anything. I'm really out of ideas for a possible continuation. :)
(Anonymous) on September 11th, 2008 05:09 am (UTC)
that was great!
andrea_deer: Grease - Rilliandrea_deer on September 15th, 2008 02:03 pm (UTC)
thanks!
butchbutch16423 on September 11th, 2008 10:50 am (UTC)
house corrupting "father robert" great story -- will there be a squel
andrea_deer: House - It's a Hugandrea_deer on September 15th, 2008 01:44 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked!
I didn'r plan for sequel, but who knows? :)
natinio: chase wombatnatinio on September 16th, 2008 08:21 am (UTC)
YAAAAY! Awesome! Awesome! AWESOME!
There's no porn, but religious talk is so amazing I may forgive you that ;D
House corrupring young priests is yummy X3
Now you must write how House is getting him addicted to internet porn ;)
Sequel please!!!
andrea_deer: House/Chaseandrea_deer on September 17th, 2008 07:24 pm (UTC)
Sequel is getting more and more and more probable xD

And I'm glad you liked! I was so afraid it was going to be a total disaster, but apparently it worked out! I mean: other human being liked it too *is shocked*
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