Disclaimer: I don't own House Md, obviously.

Summary: This is chapter two of my 100+ one word prompts. This is a different list than the main one floating around.
Main Pairing: Chouse This chapter is House/Chouse if you look really hard
Prompt: Coffee

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Chase pulled into a parking spot close to the edge of the hospital's parking lot and sighed. House was gonna be pissed. He was never this late. He cursed the traffic, and then stopped. Someone had been hurt in that wreck. Nonetheless, House would act as if the whole thing was his fault. It was best to go ahead and get it over with.

Amazingly House said nothing when he walked in. He turned around briefly to glance at Chase when he entered the room, then turned back to the white board where the symptoms had been written on the board. Chase slid into his chair as the group bounced around ideas, briefly giving his input before House ordered Foreman and Cameron to go run the tests they had suggested. "Chase, my office. Now."

Cameron gave him a sympathetic look before walking out to follow Foreman. He sighed before following House into his office and sitting down. An uncomfortable silence filled the air. "Yes?" Chase asked, breaking the silence

"You were late this morning" House stated as he rolled his cane back and forth between his thumb and forefinger

"Yeah. Sorry about that. There was a nasty wreck on the way to work. I got stuck behind it forever."

"You should have left earlier" House stated simply drawing a stare from the younger.

"Earlier? I already leave earlier. I'm always the first one here."

"Yeah, well too bad you just lost your gold star for attendance. Shame how one morning messes everything up."

Chase rolled his eyes, and flicked his hair out of his face. "Is that all? We have a patient" He stood up and turned towards the door.

"Right now, she's Cameron and Foreman's responsibility. Sit down." House said as he stopped twirling his cane and looked pointedly at Chase, who promptly sat back down in the chair.

"Well?" the Aussie said.

House pushed a cup towards him. "What's that?"

Chase eyed the cup "It looks like a cup of coffee. What's the point House?"

"The point is that it looks like a cup of coffee. Go on, take a sip."

Chase raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Oh come on, would I poison you?" He put on an innocent face

"I wouldn't put it pa…"

"Don't answer that, just drink."

Chase sighed and picked up the cup.

"Go on."

Chase took a sip and gagged. "My God. It's horrible. What did you put in it?"

"I didn't do anything to it. Whatever's in there is your fault."

"My fault?" Chase asked as he put down the offending cup. "How could I have done anything to your coffee. I wasn't here when it was made!"

"Exactly. That's the problem. Cameron made the coffee, but it's your fault."

"Right. It's my fault Cameron sucks at making coffee. Can I get back to doing my job?"

"No. This is your job"

"What, getting lectured by you?"

"No." House paused, "Yes, but that's not important right now."

"What is more important than figuring out what's wrong with our patient?" he asked as he ran a hand through his fluffy blond hair.

House pointed to the cup "That."

"I'm going now." Chase said clearly exasperated.

"Fine, but unless you want to spend the next two weeks doing my overdue paperwork, you will take that poison out of this office and make me a decent cup of coffee."

Chase couldn't help smiling. So that's what this was all about. He picked up the mug, more than happy to oblige.

"Oh, and Chase?" House called after him.

"Yes?"

House paused for a minute, as if debating what to say, finally settling on "Don't be late again"

"Sure thing boss."

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I hope you enjoyed chapter two! We're building closer to some actual Chouse.
Poq