... about three, four months ago I dreamed you wrote this (some fic where Chase and House went bowling, and you wrote it, specifically) and I'd totally forgotten about it until just now, and I have the weirdest sense of deja-vu at the moment.

Onward: I love what-ifs only ride the coattails of rational thought and Taub has been seeming more and more like all Wilson’s stodgiest qualities lumped into human form and Chase, like the maxim “old habits die hard” in motion, follows him. I love about half of this, actually. <3