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Dr. Robert Chase ([personal profile] trueaussiedoc) wrote2014-11-22 12:05 pm

with [personal profile] theyremembermine || "All your secrets and your lies..."

[ In the wake of THIS @ [community profile] wayswithwords, follows end of How To Get Away With Murder 1x09 ]

Despite Connor's best attempts to get information out of Chase about one of their patients, who apparently killed someone in Philadelphia and then drove to Princeton (for some reason) and keeled over at the wheel, driving his car into a children's playground, his efforts were fruitless. At least, fruitless to that intention. Chase had been extremely tight-lipped with the information, not revealing anything and holding firm on his doctor-patient confidentiality, but he still ended up fucking Connor.

And so what? He had needs, and one of those was the fact he was constantly horny without an outlet of late. Whatever small things that had started had fizzled out before they turned into anything serious. Not that he was looking for something serious. He wasn't... at least, he didn't think so. He was divorced and all his past relationships had bombed, so there was that. But still, he had always been a romantic at heart, and maybe he was looking without realising? All he knew was that before Connor came along, even casual sex had been boring.

Though, Connor was very similar to him. Not just in personality, but in the do-anything-to-win ambition and dry sarcasm. Maybe the opposites attract was total bullshit, and what he needed was someone the same as him to challenge him and keep it interesting. Which is what happened when Connor showed up. They had fucked a few times now, and even though Chase expected him to lose interest when the patient was diagnosed and discharged from hospital, it didn't. In fact, only a week ago, they had met up in a hotel halfway between Philadelphia and Princeton for a really hot fuck... or five. Chase was late to work the next day, and didn't give a flying fuck about it.

He hadn't given Connor his home address, and vice-versa. All in all, they barely knew anything about each other beyond the Aussie doctor and law student thing. Chase was leaving work that night, planning on hitting the sack early. He was just checking his backed up text messages on his phone and unlocking his Jeep when suddenly Connor seemed to appear out of the shadows on the sidewalk and made Chase nearly shit himself. "What the fuck?!" he gasped in shock, hoping he wasn't about to have a heart attack. It was two beats of a pause, if that, where he quickly gave Connor the once over and he looked like hell. "... are you high? I've fucked someone on drugs in the past, and let's just say, it was a hot mess, so I'm not keen."
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[personal profile] theyremembermine 2014-11-27 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"He deserved to die. He would've killed that girl -- Rebecca. I'm not sorry he's dead. I've just never seen a murder happen before, and I just... If they find out that I helped cover it up, I'll never be an attorney. I'll be in jail, and after that, there'll be no way that anybody's going to want to give me a chance to finish law school. I'd never even get a public defender job. Not a chance in hell. I worked too hard for this shit, and I could lose it now in the blink of an eye... And I'm not even the one who fucking killed him." He looked at Chase, wondering if the doctor could see the utter helplessness that he felt inside written all over his face.

"Seriously? You're fucking lucky you're alive. Hell... I'm fucking lucky you're alive. If you weren't here tonight, I don't know where I'd be. But those are the kinds of things you never expect to happen. You never think you're going to see somebody murdered in front of you... or have to do the murdering yourself. The thing is... I didn't save anybody or help anybody really with what I did, unless you want to consider hiding the body for Wes to be helping him. Honestly, I think he would've been able to get off anyway. A lot of good damn reasons he could've gotten out of it." Connor ran his hands through his hair before he laid his head on Chase's shoulder again, more for warmth than anything. "I don't want to waste my life, either. I just don't know how to stop feeling out of control."
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[personal profile] theyremembermine 2014-11-29 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"We burned it," Connor said with a shrug, disconnected from the words he was saying because he had to be or he was going to be sobbing all over again. "It's gone. We almost got caught with it a couple times. This guy Asher in our class came to Annalise's house looking for us, and my car was there. It puts me at least at the scene of the crime if Asher tells them. He probably would. He's more of a classmate, less of a friend, and he was mad at us because he thought we went to the bonfire without him..." It was stupid what he remembered and what seemed important now that he was recounting his story to Chase.

"I'm glad you didn't," he replied, looking Chase over. "Why did you almost kill yourself?" he asked with a look of concern on his face. But the doctor's words were comforting, and Connor clung to the knowledge that he had done the right thing. Or at least the best impression of the right thing he could've done with a dead body in front of him and very little other choice in the matter. "Yeah. You're right. I had to do something. I just..." he sighed, shaking his head, as if somehow he'd be able to shake the memories away of what he'd seen... what he'd been part of doing. "I had no way to fucking win this. No easy fix to be had. For fuck's sake, dude. My whole life's a mess, and I don't know how to fix it."