Chase sobs. He doesn't need this, not after everything he's gone through. Silently, he prays. Please let it be anything but love. SLASH.

He smugly laid down the deal, "You'll be wearing a pink –baby pink gown, the one I gave you all those years ago." "It was just seven months ago, Fullbuster." I deadpanned. "Oh, was it? Because to me, every day felt like a decade." And this guy was supposed to be my soul-mate. Bullshit. DISCONTINUED.

Sometimes he really did wish he wasn't born a Heper, and that he wasn't so stubborn and could give up his dream of learning from House, oh, and also wasn't the object of obsession of House's rival. SLASH. AU. DISCONTINUED.

House doesn't say any reassuring words like 'You're perfect' or 'You're special' or even 'Stop being a pussy'. He just waits, and that's enough for Chase to know that he is enough for House. /SLASH/

He's broken. Neither pills nor drinks can fix him. But every time Chase broke, HE was there to pick up the pieces. Because, at the end, his life just revolved around him and the Saturday nights. Slash.

(ONE-SHOT) It did curse the prince of an eternal sleep with the only solution his lover's last breath hovering above his first one, but snatched away the girl's life, cursing her soul to be caged with the body of the prince. (SLASH)