FIC: Highlander: The Aussie (1/?)
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Chase torture yay! Finely gave into the bunny that's been harassing me for ages. This is the first part....
Title: Highlander: The Aussie
Author: Dru
Fandom: House MD/Highlander
Pairing: House/Chase eventually. ... Maybe Methos/Chase.
Summary: Chase is Immortal. No man can be his equal. He's the Prince of the Universe. Um or something.
Archive: If you want it.
Rating: M for safety.
Parts: 1/?
Status: WIP
Spoilers: Umm I'm setting this around the Vogler era so if you haven't seen those...
Series/Sequel: Nope.
Website: http://www.geocities.com/dru_evilpointybityone
Disclaimer: I do not own House, Highlander, Methos or Chase or House or damned well anything. Don't sue.
Authors notes & Warnings: The damned Immortal plot bunny would not die. *kicks it into wall, watches it die then hop back up and bite her again* So here this fic is. WARNINGS for suicide and depression and angsty sad Chase.
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Chase stared at the razor blade sitting on the table in front of him. He shouldn't do this. He was Catholic damnit! But he just couldn't see another way out.
He'd tried to quit. He said it. He'd written up a letter and given it to House. House had laughed in his face and told him he'd worked so hard to keep his job well he wasn't getting out of it now.
At one point, after days without sleep, more over nights then he could count, and weeks without lunch he'd just broken down crying and begged House to fire him or let him quit. House just smirked and told him no again and sent Chase to run gels in the lab.
Chase was trapped. House wouldn't let him go, and he just could not go though another day of House's 'Punishment'.
Chase slowly picked up the blade and pressed it against his wrist gritting his teeth against the pain. He pressed harder sliding the blade along severing his flesh, causing blood to instantly start to well up as he cut a deep T in his wrist then switched the razor to his other hand to slit his other wrist.
He was already feeling the affect of the blood loss and absentmindedly he wished he'd put down a towel or newspapers to catch the blood, as he watched his blood pool around his arms then flow down to drip to the floor.
The doctor side of him wanted to try to stop the bleeding and call 911 but he ignored it, and slumped down in his chair to watch the blood continue to flow as he felt him self weaken.
His last thought before slipping into unconsciousness was: "I'm free."
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Title: Highlander: The Aussie
Author: Dru
Fandom: House MD/Highlander
Pairing: House/Chase eventually. ... Maybe Methos/Chase.
Summary: Chase is Immortal. No man can be his equal. He's the Prince of the Universe. Um or something.
Archive: If you want it.
Rating: M for safety.
Parts: 1/?
Status: WIP
Spoilers: Umm I'm setting this around the Vogler era so if you haven't seen those...
Series/Sequel: Nope.
Website: http://www.geocities.com/dru_evilpointybityone
Disclaimer: I do not own House, Highlander, Methos or Chase or House or damned well anything. Don't sue.
Authors notes & Warnings: The damned Immortal plot bunny would not die. *kicks it into wall, watches it die then hop back up and bite her again* So here this fic is. WARNINGS for suicide and depression and angsty sad Chase.
---
Chase stared at the razor blade sitting on the table in front of him. He shouldn't do this. He was Catholic damnit! But he just couldn't see another way out.
He'd tried to quit. He said it. He'd written up a letter and given it to House. House had laughed in his face and told him he'd worked so hard to keep his job well he wasn't getting out of it now.
At one point, after days without sleep, more over nights then he could count, and weeks without lunch he'd just broken down crying and begged House to fire him or let him quit. House just smirked and told him no again and sent Chase to run gels in the lab.
Chase was trapped. House wouldn't let him go, and he just could not go though another day of House's 'Punishment'.
Chase slowly picked up the blade and pressed it against his wrist gritting his teeth against the pain. He pressed harder sliding the blade along severing his flesh, causing blood to instantly start to well up as he cut a deep T in his wrist then switched the razor to his other hand to slit his other wrist.
He was already feeling the affect of the blood loss and absentmindedly he wished he'd put down a towel or newspapers to catch the blood, as he watched his blood pool around his arms then flow down to drip to the floor.
The doctor side of him wanted to try to stop the bleeding and call 911 but he ignored it, and slumped down in his chair to watch the blood continue to flow as he felt him self weaken.
His last thought before slipping into unconsciousness was: "I'm free."
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