Disclaimer: Come on you know I don't have any rights to it.
Note: Okay unless your a forgiving short I really think you should read Shattered and All Torn Down before this. There not exactly a series but I think they kind of make more sense together. They can both be found under my profile. This though will have another one too it which I'll probably post as another story in a few days. I garentee nothing though... Oh and the songs are Maroon 5 'She Will be Loved' and The Corrs's 'All In One Day'. Both not mine either.
Scar Tissue That I Wish You Saw
Everyone has a few scars, physical, emotional or otherwise…
The rain fell… in buckets, it poured. Pounded on rooftops and gushed down streets. It trickled down in heavy washes, big fat drops that stung and bit and tiny little hailstones that pelted the pavement and chipped windscreens. Clouds like grated charcoal, which had been clogging the sky for weeks, had finally decided to bleed themselves dry. After almost three days it and it still showed no signs of stopping.
To the contrary the thunder and lightening accompanying it seemed to be getting worse. Huge bolts of white and blue tore up the sky from minute to minute, linked together by ear-splitting bursts of thunder. It would have been pretty really if it were further from the city… Or at least further from House's home. He didn't give a damn about the rest of the city. As it was though, largely it was annoying. The noise made it next to impossible to watch TV and the lights would flicker on and off randomly or perhaps constantly was more appropriate.
This was how House found himself sitting alone in a darkened apartment, with only a few lamps and the radio on. He'd decided to contemplate the world at large, while some new pop song poured out of black speakers… He had given up on it two minutes later though, deciding that the world at large was really boring. So now he was thinking about work. Pathetic really. At some point between considering Cuddy's cleavage and Cameron's constant bouts of crying House had decided that he really needed to get a life.
So far he'd given thought to Wilson saving his job, Cuddy's willingness to let Voglar go over him, though she'd sworn that wasn't the case. Cameron's demand for a date… Thus furthering his opinion that she was incredibly damaged and Chase's… House paused as the radio changed songs. Another new pop piece of dribble. If he weren't so masochistic House would wonder why he tortures himself by listening to station that enviably plays nothing that he likes.
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
Actually he'd skipped thinking about Chase. Chase for some reason always came with a small flare of anger that House couldn't fathom. Chase had been doing what he could to save his job… From Cameron and Foreman it would have impressed him…
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
From Chase it just pissed him off. House didn't know why, could even begin to fathom why the other was such a prickly topic. He'd actually laughed at Wilson when the other had accused him of being unbalanced... Or at least more so than usual.
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
But Wilson was right, Chase had him going off on random little hissy fits these days. Hell just someone mentioning him had a caustic reaction usually. It was ridiculous and unsettling and House was mostly just hoping it would wear itself out…
I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
House pulled himself up stiffly and went in search on his pills. Usually they were neatly on hand… He remembered leaving them somewhere in the kitchen right after he'd gotten pissed at the lighting… He found them on a the sink and stood looking out the window as he swallowed down a few too many than the recommended dose… House followed the few umbrellas moving about down below, watched one of his neighbours step out into the storm under a hideous pink little parasol like thing… Wonders how it will ever keep her dry and then doesn't fail to notice the blonde that hurries past her on the stair, free of cover and dripping wet.
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
House leans against the sink contemplating… waiting for the knock and wondering if he should even answer the door. It doesn't matter though because he's still deciding when it comes and he pulls the door open on a half drowned duckling.
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
Chase's hair was plastered to his head. Blonde strands clinging to water slicked skin. He was disgustingly pale even for him, his lips an alarming shade of blue. Black pant hang soggily from his legs and the white button-up he had on was cleaving and see-through.
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
His expression was miserable and his breathing was nothing but hot shallow little pants. He looked about ready collapse into the water he was spilling into the corridor. Looked like he was expecting to have the door slammed in his face.
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
House stepped aside and he trudged in stiffly.
House sat once again in a dark room, the radio was turned low and the worst of the thunder had passed. House still catching bolts of lightening far off, out his kitchen window. House was right, it was prettier the further away it got. He could imagine it currently reeking havoc on the suburbs, tossing around lawn chairs and scaring children and puppies … It was a warm fuzzy feeling really. Speaking of puppies though…
Chase was curling up on his ridiculously huge three seater. Another large chair he'd purchase and then couldn't work out why because it did nothing for his leg.
The covers had slipped low on the other waist and the firelight was sitting golden against Chase's chest. House's eye danced over to the twisting flames in an effort not to stare at Chase. It was unnatural and rather stalker-ish he'd decided.
Though his staring had more to do with the fact that Chase had shown up on his doorstep uninvited, certainly unwelcome and then almost passed out in his arms.
House had occupied himself for a few hours, the TV had gone on after the storm had started to drift off… But he couldn't focus on anything else… Not that the O.C. required a lot of thought. However it was annoying trying to heckle the actors when Chase kept playing on his mind.
It was about that time that the pacing had started… House going back and forth across the apartment. Fighting the urge to poking Chase with something until he woke. It was something he normally wouldn't have had a problem with… But somehow right now that seemed even too low for him. That was largely how he'd ended up sitting by the fire that he started because the other was freezing and shaking and watching the blankets slip lower and lower on Chase's waist.
All in a day - she saw the face in the mirror lie
To her dismay - she saw the child that was in her die
And she cried overnight
'cos what she sees she doesn't like
"House?" Chase mumbled as the radio took up another slow depressing tune.
"What?" It was fractured and cut off into a sleepy moan as the other stretched and cast about for recent memories.
"Why am I naked…" Chase murmured in a tone that suggested he thought House had molested him or something.
"Don't flatter yourself…" House grumbled pulling himself up.
"You're not naked…" Chase shifted and felt shorts loosely around his waist.
"You showed up at my door drenched…" House snipped.
"Then you particularly passed out… Any thoughts…" House offered standing over the other. Something lit behind Chase's eyes and his face crumpled into a pained frown.
"I'm sorry…" He mumbled, sobbed really and House felt his curiosity starting to border on caring…
"Chase what are you doing here?" House asked bluntly and Chase flinched, but what did he expect… Tears had started to trickle. Chase turns a hand palm up and opens it, newspaper soggy and crinkled in his hand. House takes the mushie bit and looks over the translucent words…
Loving father… Oh…
"I'm sorry I…" Chase has shifted, moved to cuddle against the back of the couch like he's afraid of empty space. He looks small and broken and crumbly and House swears that he's still pissed at the other…
"Chase how did you even get here?" House questions pulling up the blanket and climbing down next to the other. Still can't fathom what this compulsion is to hold the other together when he's just as happy to let Cameron and Foreman fall in on themselves.
"I was having lunch and I… I couldn't think, I couldn't breath when I read it… I just bolted, I don't even know if I locked my door." Chase croaked. House sighed and ignored the aching in his leg. He's doing that more and more lately.
"You ran all the way here…" House wondered trying to remember how many blocks they had between them. 50, 60…
"I didn't even know I knew the address." Chase confessed, curling an arm up under his head.
"I never thought I'd care… But you're right… I cracked when I read it and then when I ran… there's… bits of me missing… I can't…" The tears have dried up and House realises that he probably doesn't have any left to cry.
And it's burning
"I knew it was coming and it didn't help." Chase mumbles, tired.
House pulls him up onto his chest as he turns over onto his back and Chase buries his face into his chest.
"It gets better." House said quietly.
"I know." Chase mumbled and sighed. Moving over further on top of House. He feels stupid again, just like last time. He's had some huge breakdown and now… No he was still in pieces, still cracked all over.
"I'm never getting some of those pieces back am I?" Chase questioned painfully, because he wanted to go back, wanted never to read the article. Wonders why he didn't skirt the obituaries in the first place.
"Some of them you didn't ever need." House offers and Chase feels a little better.
Just let me flow - just let me drift on by
No more, no more pain
I don't have tears to cry
"House I…" He knows what the others going to say and realises that he doesn't need it anymore… If he ever even did in the first place.
"Forget it Chase." House breathes and strokes the others hair. Teases out the strands of honey between his fingers. Chase buries his face back into House's shoulder…
And it's burning
In one day