FIC: Why you should never visit family...
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Ok I don't think I've ever actually used my journal to post fic before but I'm desperate for feedback on this new one but....I'm a bit leery of posting it to any where yet. It's only my second male preg and my first in in fandoms so please be kind!
Title: Why you should never visit family if your last name is Chase
Author: Dru
Fandom: House M.D. X-over with Buffy/Angel
Pairing: Spoken of Angel/Cordelia other wise none
Summary: After a visit to his cousin Cordelia in LA Chase has a little problem....Ok make that a big problem!
Archive: If you want it!
Rating: M to be safe
Parts: 1/?
Status: WIP
Spoilers: for Buffy and Angel umm if you haven't seen them after all this time.....dude. House up until and after Deception. Set after House is back in charge.
Series/Sequel: No
Website: http://www.geocities.com/dru_evilpointybiteyone
Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D., any of the characters, or Buffy or or Angel or any of them either. *sulk*
Authors notes & Warnings: This is insane I know. *sighs* I've battled the plot bunnies for days but in the end as always I gave in and am writing this. It's a male preg. Yes I said it! Chase gets knocked up! Thank god for X-overs or this would be even stupider then it's going to be! To make this work (And make my self happy...) consider seasons 6 and 7 of Buffy to never have happened and seasons 4 and 5 of Angel to never have happened. *squints* Ok ok ok the Cordy/Connor/Jasmine crap and the Wolfram and Hart stuff never happened. Angel and co are still in the hotel all together working to help the hopeless and Cordy's still Cordy not....whatever you wanna call her during the total slaughtering of her character! Conner...umm *thinks of some way Conner could be non-annoying.* Eh screw it! Conner was never kidnapped! He's a toddler (*does quick math* About 4 now) Angel, Cordy and everyone have been raising since he was born. Cordy still did the half demon thing to keep her head from exploding and she and Angel are a happy couple of parents. Sunnydale is still there Buffy never came back and everyone's still all fighting by them selves, sometimes calling LA, etc... WARNINGS other then the Male pregnancy....I really, really, REALLY suck at writing medical babble! So um...forgive me? I'm googleing my fingers off but well... still not the best in the world! And I've never actually been pregnant my self so I'm going by research. lots and lots of research!
Now! On to the fic!
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Chase laughed as he strolled down the street with his favorite cousin Cordelia, Cordy to most, enjoying the sunny heat of LA, a great break from winter in New Jersey.
"God I'm glad I came here! House told me to go back to Australia but God I can't imagine having to deal with that branch of the family! And LA, or Sunnydale where you used to live for that matter, is a hell of a lot closer so I have more time to have fun then stuck in a plane for hours!"
"Yeah well I'm glad you came too. I haven't seen you in... how many years has it been now? It's great to see you again. I'm just sorry it took Uncle Rowan's death to bring you here.... God! Why is it that people can never visit unless someone's croaked?! Willow never came to visit until Buffy died, you never come until now..."
"Hey! I've visited you before! It's just then I was really busy with University and medical school, then residency, internship, all the rest and now working for House. I haven't had much time for visiting and hanging out."
Cordy gave him a mild glare. "Likely story.... like you never ever have any time off?"
"I call! And write and e-mail! Remember us talking for hours on the phone after you gave me a heart attack when your school blew up? Or the whole thing with your parents... It's not like I fell into a void and have been ignoring you for all this time!"
"I kow....I've just missed you. I haven't really had much contact with family. My friends have been my only family for a long time now."
Chase put a arm around her shoulder. "They all seem really great. And it was really nice of Angel to let me stay at his hotel while I'm here. And while we're on the subject.... uh what is it that you guys do again? I'm not familiar with many businesses that run out of old empty hotels."
"We're privet instigators. We help the hopeless and hopefully sometimes actually get payed for it! Uh not that I'm complaining or anything!"
Chase grinned at her clearly amused. "Cordelia Chase complain? Of course not! And tell me again what's the story with Conner?"
"I've told you before. Angels' ex died in labor. Not much story to tell. All of us have been helping Angel take care of Conner since then."
"Should I be telling House I'm going to need more time off for a wedding any time soon?" Chase teased.
"I wouldn't bet on it! It took us years just to admit we liked each other! I have a good thing going now. We have each other, our friends, I have a job where I can help people, really make a difference in the world, and I got a gorgeous, wonderful little boy without having to deal with puking my guts out or any other pregnancy fun!" Cordy told him with a small laugh.
Chase grinned and poked her. "So I don't have to take Angel aside and give him a talking to about making an honest woman of you?"
Cordy laughed so hard she had to stop walking and lean her hands on her knees."You- oh! God that's a good one!" Chase gave her a bemused look while she caught her breath. "Rob, I could kicked you ass up and down the street before I took fighting lessons! Angel would pound you into a pile of icky slime and that's if he didn't wet himself laughing first!"
Chase mock pouted at her. "He's not that big!"
"Yes. He IS that big. And you are that small! I mean come on! Look at you! Buffy had more fat on her then you do! In fact I think you could fit into her prom dress!" Cordy teased.
"I'm not that skinny! I have a fast metabolism and I work long hours!" Chase snapped defending him self.
Cordy snickered. "Rob you're talking to Cordelia Chase. The original Queen of Sunnydale High. I know dieting when I see it!"
"I do not! It's not dieting when the not eatting is from working non-stop on coding pationts for hours!"
Cordy patted his arm. "What ever you say sweety! Hey lets stop in here I'm dying for a coffee fix!" She said gesturing to the coffee shop they were coming up on.
"A doctor never says no to coffee!" Chase laughed pulling the door open for her.
A few minutes later they walked out cups in hand and promptly bumped into a very pregnant woman on the street. "Oh we're sorry! Are you ok?"
The woman scowled rubbed her her back. "No I'm not ok! I'm huge as a house, my back is killing me, my moods swing faster then the speed of light and I just nearly got knocked over!"
"Ma'am she told you we're sorry. It was an accident. We didn't see you. I know how rough pregnancy is but..."
"You know how rough pregnancy is?! What do you know?! You're a man! Ugh! I just wish a man could actually know how hard this is!" She snapped as she stalked, ok closer to waddled, off.
Chase and Cordy blinked at the womans retreating back. "Wow. Random crankiness much?"
Chase nodded looking bewildered.
---
In the ally outside of Chase and Cordelia's view a woman smirked as she observed the interaction then eyed up Chase and whispered, "Wish Granted.", as her pendant glowed brightly.
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Seven weeks later.
House scowled at the empty seat where Chase should be sitting as he poured him self a mug of coffee. "Chase still isn't back?"
"He's still sick. It's a really nasty case of the flu. Poor guy can hardly keep anything down. He couldn't even last the whole phone call without dropping the phone to go throw up when I talked to him the other day." Cameron said frowning sympathetically.
"Who has the flu for two weeks? Are you sure he's not just faking to get time off?" Foreman asked.
"I went to see him last week and he was really bad. I'm getting worried about him. He's getting worse not better, he's losing weight, and he's getting dehydrated. I tried to convince him to come into the hospital last time I talked to him but you know how stubborn he can be sometimes.... mostly when he thinks someones trying to coddle him." Cameron sighed.
House tapped his cane on the floor staring into space for a moment then clapped his hands. "To the House Mobile!"
Cameron and Foreman stared at him blankly. He rolled his eyes. "Grab some medical supplies and your car keys. If Chase won't come to the hospitable we bring the hospitable to him."
Cameron grinned. "Aww he'll be so glad to know you care!"
"I don't. I just don't want to have to go though the whole process of breaking in a new Duckling if he dies. And I hate interviewing. Now move it. We have a intensivist to treat."
---
Chase whimpered at the knocking on his door. "If you're a serial killer here to kill me, come in! Other wise to away!" He shouted throwing his arm other his face.
The door started to open slowly before House pushed it open all the way and pushed his way in front of Cameron into Chase's apartment.
House took quick stock of the weak looking Chase blinking blearily up at them from under his arm. His normally shiny clean hair was greasy, sweaty and limp, his skin was pale and dry, eyes glazed and bloodshot, and he looked like he'd lost weight in just the two weeks since House had last seen him.
"Cameron start a line, Foreman bring the car up to the front, I'll grab some clothes....and a clean bucket. Chase don't die or your fired." He ordered moving towards the bedroom.
Cameron quickly moved to Chase's side as Foreman bolted for the door, opening the bag she was caring and quickly pulling out a bag of saline, a few alcohol pads, and a packaged needle and quickly started a IV in Chase's arm while trying to smile comfortingly at him.
House came back carrying a gym bag and dropped it on a chair before moving in closer to Chase.
Cameron pulled on House's arm slightly stepping away from the couch and whispered to him, "He's in tachycardia. And I think he's ketonic."
House nodded and moved back to Chase. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"House!" Cameron yelped.
House ignored her and focused on Chase. "You're supposed to be a doctor, how could you not get treated before you got this bad?"
Chase blinked woozily up at him. "I-I have the flu. Really, really bad flu. Ugh. It should be getting better by now! But it's not!"
House sighed rolling his eyes. "God what am I going to do with you?"
Foreman came running back in. "I have the car. It's right out front."
"Alright let's get Chase and get him to the hospital." House ordered as Foreman and Cameron started to get Chase up off the couch.
---
"Alright differential diagnosis people. What causes a normally healthy 30 year old man to spend two week throwing up to the point of malnutrition and near death?" House asked standing at the white board a hour later.
Cameron and Foreman exchanged looks. "I-I don't know. All his tests are....weird. I re-ran them and they're the same. He's dehydrated, he has carbohydrate depletion and electrolyte imbalance, which you'd expect with the severe vomiting he has but the weird part is... he has high levels of estrogen and progesterone. I know it's crazy but if he wasn't male I'd say this is a clear case of Hyperemesis Gravidarum. But since he clearly is a male...I have no clue what this could be." Cameron stated glaring at the the paper with the tests results as if that would make them reform into something that made sense.
Foreman frowned down at his own paper. "During the H&P I- well I'm not sure what I found. Chase said he first started feeling tired and a little sick about three weeks ago but it's gotten progressively worse. And there was...something in his abdomen. A mass. I've ordered a MRI but due to back up, haven't been able to get him in yet."
House frowned, mentally going over the information he'd been given. "What are we giving him to treat him?"
"We have him on a IV to re-hydrate him and stabilize his electrolytes and we're also giving him diphenhydramine. It seems to be helping so far. He's more lucid and he hasn't vomited since we bought him in. His heart rate's also started to come down and is almost back to normal. If he keeps getting better at this rate we should be able to move him from ICU to a regular room soon." Cameron stated.
House stared at the white board for a long minute. "Go re-run the tests. Triple check everything. Then check for every possible thing that even crosses your mind. Invent a few new tests if you have to."
Cameron and Foreman got up and left the room to run the tests, leaving House staring into space thinking.
---
Wilson poked his head into House's office where he was tossing and catching the ball he kept on his desk. "What's up with the rumors going around about you, Cameron and Foreman bringing Chase in as a pationt?"
House checked his watch. "A whole hour and a half? Tsk tsk. What has the gosip vine come to if it take this long to pass infomation?"
"I do have an actual job to do you know. So? What's wrong with Chase?" Wilson asked coming in and making him self comfortable in the chair across from House.
"We don't know. He's had severe vomiting for over two weeks and since he couldn't be bothered to get treated it's gotten worse and worse to the point of needing a IV to treat it. And according to the H&P he has some kind of mass in his abdomen."
Wilson frowned looking concerned. "Are you going to need me for a consult?"
"Don't know yet. So far he's improving on the IV and diphenhydramine and Foreman is trying to get him into MRI but aparently we're so busy that even an employ can't get cut in line."
"Poor Chase..." Wilsons sighed.
"Poor Chase because he's getting better? Wilson I knew you didn't like him but this is impressive!"
"No I mean...haven't you ever noticed a trend with your pationts? They're getting better, then they get worse, then they're getting better again, then they nearly die, then they're finely actually better. And how often your pationts seem to nearly die while having MRI's.... you haven't heard people refering to it as 'The MRI of DOOOOOM!'? Well it just makes me really feel bad for Chase."
House scowled at him.
Wilson stood as he pager went off. "I have to go. Keep me updated ok?"
House nodded vaughly sliping back into thought.
---
tbc....
Part two Here.
Title: Why you should never visit family if your last name is Chase
Author: Dru
Fandom: House M.D. X-over with Buffy/Angel
Pairing: Spoken of Angel/Cordelia other wise none
Summary: After a visit to his cousin Cordelia in LA Chase has a little problem....Ok make that a big problem!
Archive: If you want it!
Rating: M to be safe
Parts: 1/?
Status: WIP
Spoilers: for Buffy and Angel umm if you haven't seen them after all this time.....dude. House up until and after Deception. Set after House is back in charge.
Series/Sequel: No
Website: http://www.geocities.com/dru_evilpointybiteyone
Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D., any of the characters, or Buffy or or Angel or any of them either. *sulk*
Authors notes & Warnings: This is insane I know. *sighs* I've battled the plot bunnies for days but in the end as always I gave in and am writing this. It's a male preg. Yes I said it! Chase gets knocked up! Thank god for X-overs or this would be even stupider then it's going to be! To make this work (And make my self happy...) consider seasons 6 and 7 of Buffy to never have happened and seasons 4 and 5 of Angel to never have happened. *squints* Ok ok ok the Cordy/Connor/Jasmine crap and the Wolfram and Hart stuff never happened. Angel and co are still in the hotel all together working to help the hopeless and Cordy's still Cordy not....whatever you wanna call her during the total slaughtering of her character! Conner...umm *thinks of some way Conner could be non-annoying.* Eh screw it! Conner was never kidnapped! He's a toddler (*does quick math* About 4 now) Angel, Cordy and everyone have been raising since he was born. Cordy still did the half demon thing to keep her head from exploding and she and Angel are a happy couple of parents. Sunnydale is still there Buffy never came back and everyone's still all fighting by them selves, sometimes calling LA, etc... WARNINGS other then the Male pregnancy....I really, really, REALLY suck at writing medical babble! So um...forgive me? I'm googleing my fingers off but well... still not the best in the world! And I've never actually been pregnant my self so I'm going by research. lots and lots of research!
Now! On to the fic!
---
Chase laughed as he strolled down the street with his favorite cousin Cordelia, Cordy to most, enjoying the sunny heat of LA, a great break from winter in New Jersey.
"God I'm glad I came here! House told me to go back to Australia but God I can't imagine having to deal with that branch of the family! And LA, or Sunnydale where you used to live for that matter, is a hell of a lot closer so I have more time to have fun then stuck in a plane for hours!"
"Yeah well I'm glad you came too. I haven't seen you in... how many years has it been now? It's great to see you again. I'm just sorry it took Uncle Rowan's death to bring you here.... God! Why is it that people can never visit unless someone's croaked?! Willow never came to visit until Buffy died, you never come until now..."
"Hey! I've visited you before! It's just then I was really busy with University and medical school, then residency, internship, all the rest and now working for House. I haven't had much time for visiting and hanging out."
Cordy gave him a mild glare. "Likely story.... like you never ever have any time off?"
"I call! And write and e-mail! Remember us talking for hours on the phone after you gave me a heart attack when your school blew up? Or the whole thing with your parents... It's not like I fell into a void and have been ignoring you for all this time!"
"I kow....I've just missed you. I haven't really had much contact with family. My friends have been my only family for a long time now."
Chase put a arm around her shoulder. "They all seem really great. And it was really nice of Angel to let me stay at his hotel while I'm here. And while we're on the subject.... uh what is it that you guys do again? I'm not familiar with many businesses that run out of old empty hotels."
"We're privet instigators. We help the hopeless and hopefully sometimes actually get payed for it! Uh not that I'm complaining or anything!"
Chase grinned at her clearly amused. "Cordelia Chase complain? Of course not! And tell me again what's the story with Conner?"
"I've told you before. Angels' ex died in labor. Not much story to tell. All of us have been helping Angel take care of Conner since then."
"Should I be telling House I'm going to need more time off for a wedding any time soon?" Chase teased.
"I wouldn't bet on it! It took us years just to admit we liked each other! I have a good thing going now. We have each other, our friends, I have a job where I can help people, really make a difference in the world, and I got a gorgeous, wonderful little boy without having to deal with puking my guts out or any other pregnancy fun!" Cordy told him with a small laugh.
Chase grinned and poked her. "So I don't have to take Angel aside and give him a talking to about making an honest woman of you?"
Cordy laughed so hard she had to stop walking and lean her hands on her knees."You- oh! God that's a good one!" Chase gave her a bemused look while she caught her breath. "Rob, I could kicked you ass up and down the street before I took fighting lessons! Angel would pound you into a pile of icky slime and that's if he didn't wet himself laughing first!"
Chase mock pouted at her. "He's not that big!"
"Yes. He IS that big. And you are that small! I mean come on! Look at you! Buffy had more fat on her then you do! In fact I think you could fit into her prom dress!" Cordy teased.
"I'm not that skinny! I have a fast metabolism and I work long hours!" Chase snapped defending him self.
Cordy snickered. "Rob you're talking to Cordelia Chase. The original Queen of Sunnydale High. I know dieting when I see it!"
"I do not! It's not dieting when the not eatting is from working non-stop on coding pationts for hours!"
Cordy patted his arm. "What ever you say sweety! Hey lets stop in here I'm dying for a coffee fix!" She said gesturing to the coffee shop they were coming up on.
"A doctor never says no to coffee!" Chase laughed pulling the door open for her.
A few minutes later they walked out cups in hand and promptly bumped into a very pregnant woman on the street. "Oh we're sorry! Are you ok?"
The woman scowled rubbed her her back. "No I'm not ok! I'm huge as a house, my back is killing me, my moods swing faster then the speed of light and I just nearly got knocked over!"
"Ma'am she told you we're sorry. It was an accident. We didn't see you. I know how rough pregnancy is but..."
"You know how rough pregnancy is?! What do you know?! You're a man! Ugh! I just wish a man could actually know how hard this is!" She snapped as she stalked, ok closer to waddled, off.
Chase and Cordy blinked at the womans retreating back. "Wow. Random crankiness much?"
Chase nodded looking bewildered.
---
In the ally outside of Chase and Cordelia's view a woman smirked as she observed the interaction then eyed up Chase and whispered, "Wish Granted.", as her pendant glowed brightly.
---
Seven weeks later.
House scowled at the empty seat where Chase should be sitting as he poured him self a mug of coffee. "Chase still isn't back?"
"He's still sick. It's a really nasty case of the flu. Poor guy can hardly keep anything down. He couldn't even last the whole phone call without dropping the phone to go throw up when I talked to him the other day." Cameron said frowning sympathetically.
"Who has the flu for two weeks? Are you sure he's not just faking to get time off?" Foreman asked.
"I went to see him last week and he was really bad. I'm getting worried about him. He's getting worse not better, he's losing weight, and he's getting dehydrated. I tried to convince him to come into the hospital last time I talked to him but you know how stubborn he can be sometimes.... mostly when he thinks someones trying to coddle him." Cameron sighed.
House tapped his cane on the floor staring into space for a moment then clapped his hands. "To the House Mobile!"
Cameron and Foreman stared at him blankly. He rolled his eyes. "Grab some medical supplies and your car keys. If Chase won't come to the hospitable we bring the hospitable to him."
Cameron grinned. "Aww he'll be so glad to know you care!"
"I don't. I just don't want to have to go though the whole process of breaking in a new Duckling if he dies. And I hate interviewing. Now move it. We have a intensivist to treat."
---
Chase whimpered at the knocking on his door. "If you're a serial killer here to kill me, come in! Other wise to away!" He shouted throwing his arm other his face.
The door started to open slowly before House pushed it open all the way and pushed his way in front of Cameron into Chase's apartment.
House took quick stock of the weak looking Chase blinking blearily up at them from under his arm. His normally shiny clean hair was greasy, sweaty and limp, his skin was pale and dry, eyes glazed and bloodshot, and he looked like he'd lost weight in just the two weeks since House had last seen him.
"Cameron start a line, Foreman bring the car up to the front, I'll grab some clothes....and a clean bucket. Chase don't die or your fired." He ordered moving towards the bedroom.
Cameron quickly moved to Chase's side as Foreman bolted for the door, opening the bag she was caring and quickly pulling out a bag of saline, a few alcohol pads, and a packaged needle and quickly started a IV in Chase's arm while trying to smile comfortingly at him.
House came back carrying a gym bag and dropped it on a chair before moving in closer to Chase.
Cameron pulled on House's arm slightly stepping away from the couch and whispered to him, "He's in tachycardia. And I think he's ketonic."
House nodded and moved back to Chase. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"House!" Cameron yelped.
House ignored her and focused on Chase. "You're supposed to be a doctor, how could you not get treated before you got this bad?"
Chase blinked woozily up at him. "I-I have the flu. Really, really bad flu. Ugh. It should be getting better by now! But it's not!"
House sighed rolling his eyes. "God what am I going to do with you?"
Foreman came running back in. "I have the car. It's right out front."
"Alright let's get Chase and get him to the hospital." House ordered as Foreman and Cameron started to get Chase up off the couch.
---
"Alright differential diagnosis people. What causes a normally healthy 30 year old man to spend two week throwing up to the point of malnutrition and near death?" House asked standing at the white board a hour later.
Cameron and Foreman exchanged looks. "I-I don't know. All his tests are....weird. I re-ran them and they're the same. He's dehydrated, he has carbohydrate depletion and electrolyte imbalance, which you'd expect with the severe vomiting he has but the weird part is... he has high levels of estrogen and progesterone. I know it's crazy but if he wasn't male I'd say this is a clear case of Hyperemesis Gravidarum. But since he clearly is a male...I have no clue what this could be." Cameron stated glaring at the the paper with the tests results as if that would make them reform into something that made sense.
Foreman frowned down at his own paper. "During the H&P I- well I'm not sure what I found. Chase said he first started feeling tired and a little sick about three weeks ago but it's gotten progressively worse. And there was...something in his abdomen. A mass. I've ordered a MRI but due to back up, haven't been able to get him in yet."
House frowned, mentally going over the information he'd been given. "What are we giving him to treat him?"
"We have him on a IV to re-hydrate him and stabilize his electrolytes and we're also giving him diphenhydramine. It seems to be helping so far. He's more lucid and he hasn't vomited since we bought him in. His heart rate's also started to come down and is almost back to normal. If he keeps getting better at this rate we should be able to move him from ICU to a regular room soon." Cameron stated.
House stared at the white board for a long minute. "Go re-run the tests. Triple check everything. Then check for every possible thing that even crosses your mind. Invent a few new tests if you have to."
Cameron and Foreman got up and left the room to run the tests, leaving House staring into space thinking.
---
Wilson poked his head into House's office where he was tossing and catching the ball he kept on his desk. "What's up with the rumors going around about you, Cameron and Foreman bringing Chase in as a pationt?"
House checked his watch. "A whole hour and a half? Tsk tsk. What has the gosip vine come to if it take this long to pass infomation?"
"I do have an actual job to do you know. So? What's wrong with Chase?" Wilson asked coming in and making him self comfortable in the chair across from House.
"We don't know. He's had severe vomiting for over two weeks and since he couldn't be bothered to get treated it's gotten worse and worse to the point of needing a IV to treat it. And according to the H&P he has some kind of mass in his abdomen."
Wilson frowned looking concerned. "Are you going to need me for a consult?"
"Don't know yet. So far he's improving on the IV and diphenhydramine and Foreman is trying to get him into MRI but aparently we're so busy that even an employ can't get cut in line."
"Poor Chase..." Wilsons sighed.
"Poor Chase because he's getting better? Wilson I knew you didn't like him but this is impressive!"
"No I mean...haven't you ever noticed a trend with your pationts? They're getting better, then they get worse, then they're getting better again, then they nearly die, then they're finely actually better. And how often your pationts seem to nearly die while having MRI's.... you haven't heard people refering to it as 'The MRI of DOOOOOM!'? Well it just makes me really feel bad for Chase."
House scowled at him.
Wilson stood as he pager went off. "I have to go. Keep me updated ok?"
House nodded vaughly sliping back into thought.
---
tbc....
Part two Here.