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New Chase fanvid

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 11:12:36 GMT

Hi! I was bored...so here we go again! :) The vid contains many season 3 clips. Music is by Michael Penn - Walter Reed. A bit Chase/Cameron a bit else...anyway! Enjoy! ;) And tell me whether you liked it or not!

Here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MzbY5oXQHBQ

Sat, 09 Sep 2006 14:37:24 GMT

Chapter 4 - Give me a reason

House sat before the piano, flapping the keys violently, like a self-assured ad-libber on a concert playing for his audience’s enjoyment, though enjoyable was the last attribute one could brand the sounds coming from his direction. He mixed up every second chord, and was hardly concentrating on the melody, his mind was rather occupied by Wilson, and by that damn test!

’I shouldn’t have to push it! It must be a misunderstanding! Maybe I got her words wrong! I was 22 for God’s shake! Way much younger than this self-satisfied kid, who trys to play the man ! Jesus! I was not sure what I was doig at that age, nor was she! Hah… I have to admit it to myself at least! If we did this…than…’

He couldn’t finish his train of thought, because a white folder landed on the piano like in a pre-calculated film scene.

Wilson was standing next to the piano, his hands on his waist, looking extreamly angry, as House could hardly see him before.

"You have left before I got the results back. I was looking for you over an hour! Than I’m idiot, tried to find the room of your young patient. What’s his name? Ah! Jimmy Peterson! You know the boy with the hereditary diseas…By the way, he sends his love as well as he has informed me, that he is fine, there’s no need to worry, his state is very satisfying compared to the other 70 years old stroke patients in the hospital! I’m sure that his mommy would be very glad to know that his one-night love-affair was finally not fruitful. I sure hope that you can explain this! Whose samples were those at all? And please don’t tell me that they were Vougler’s and Formen’s or…"

"Stop it Wilson! The samples were MINE…!" – House was still staring at the results in complete disbelief…staring for such a long time that Wilson had to ask:

"Are you alright? House? What’s the matter with you? You look pale…is it your leg again? House?"

"No. No. I’m perfectly fine Wilson…I have a son…" –he didn’t know why on earth did he tell this to Wilson, he just had to tell it to someone, this was too much for him, way too much!

"You have a what?"

"You heared right. I have a son…"

"Oh God! Stacy?"

"Nooo!...Starts with the letter C."

"Cuddy…?"

"Hell no, you idiot!"

"Who than?

"Chloe…"

"Chloe? Chloe who? I have never heared about her, have I?"

"As for me I hoped you never will."

"But…House! A baby? How? When? I mean, you have been dating a women meanwhile you acted like the bachelor of the year… and…and now she has your child and you ignore her! it’s ridiculous! Why didn’t you tell me at least? I thought we…"

"Yes, we are…but this women…I couldn’t…she…she…she died Wilson!"

"Died! And the baby? Where’s the baby? House!"

"The baby is fine, Wilson…perfectly fine so far…"

"So far? What do you mean?"

"He’s pretty much a BIG baby, as it were,…so…"

"How ’BIG’?"

"From the outside or from the inside you mean?"

"It’s not funny! And it’s not some kind of a joke, is it!"

"No, Wilson, it’s not a joke, I wish it were indeed. But THIS is very serious, I’m afraid, if your do-gooder was right."

"He’s a specialist…that would be rather impossible…"

"Than I’m not joking." – he wanted to tell the truth, but how? It was even unbelievable enough for him. And what could Wilson do? He knew nothing about Chloe, nothing about his past, and nothing about the big mistake he made so many years ago. How could he explain that? How could he explain what he was aware of now, that he was no more than a 22 years old irresponsible kid with false expectations and that Chloe was right when she left him. She must have known it better, that he was not ready for having a baby then, not at any level, that he had other dreams, that he was too young, that he simply wouldn’t be able to take the responsibility of it. Now he saw everything in a different light, saw Chloe as he have never seen her before, being guilty, but judicious at the same time.

"How old is he House?"

"Who?"

"Your son of course! You must have seen him, if you got that sample…"

"I was 22… and… well, Wilson, you were right…"

"In what?"

"I was kidding."

"What? Wait? This was…"

"A joke, you goofy!"

"Oh! You son of a …! God! How could you be..?...be…"

"It’s alright Wilson! Calm down! And, by the way, the samples were my cousin’s, a bad family tradition, you know. He just wanted to be sure. That’s it."

"That’s it?"

"Yeah. That’s it. And now, if you excuse me, I had a long day…"

"Hah, what? You just …you just…!"

"Umm, yes exactly…good night Wilson!"

Wilson just stood there looking after House with his mounth slightly open, like a gargoyle , trying not to fling the iron candlestick after him.

House sat on the edge of his bed, thinking.

’That’s just great! I have a son, we work together, we hate each other and we both hate Chloe and Rowan Chase, wondeful. It couldn’t be more bizarre. I must talk to Lizzy!"

"Hi! Lizzy, it’s Greg!"

"You?"

"Please don’t put it down Lizzy. I have to talk about it…"

"About what?"

"About my son!"

"I didn’t know you have one…"

"Stop playing your game Lizzy! I know it! I know it for sure! And now, please tell me what I should have heared before ages!"

"Are you sure you would like to hear it?"

"Of course! Chase is my son after all…I just have no idea what to do with this fact…"

"Will you tell him?"

"I don’t know yet.."

"Rowan wanted to…"

"Rowan?"

"What were you thinking? Why did he visit you before he died? Not because he wanted to consult with Wilson! He had specialists in Australia! He went there to tell you! He wanted to see Chase, he loved him Greg, that’s why he finally kept his secret. You wanted to hear the truth, now here it is! Chloe didn’t love you any more, she liked you, but that flame was over. She met Rowan at a birthday party, our parents knew each other, and so my dad invited him. He was very handsome, older than Chloe and was offered a job back home in Australia, so he was planning to move back to Sydney soon after finishing his studies in the States. He asked Chloe to marry him and she said ’yes’. She made a mistake when she kept on going out with you without telling the truth, I think she liked you both somehow, she didn’t want to hurt you Greg.

A week after we left, she realised that she is pregnant. She was not sure whether the baby was from you or from Rowan, so she kept in silence. She had a lot to lose Greg! Rowan had everything you could never offer her then, you were a nice guy, but too young and not ready to be a father! Immediately after Robert was born she found out that he is yours. He had your blood group. Chloe had A, Rowan had B and Chase had O. But I don’t think I have to explain this to you, you are a doctor yourself. Rowan was so happy, he loved this kid, he had no suspicions. Robert was 6, when he had his tonsils out. By that time Chloe couldn’t take this lie any longer, she wanted to tell you, she wanted to tell Rowan, but the things got extreamly complicated, so she started drinking. Not too much at first, but when Robert got sick, the dismay and the fear that Rowan will find out made everything from bad to worse. On the day they took Robert to the hospital, she got very drunk by the time Rowan got home. She talked through the hat, they had a huge argument, and finally she offered a remark about you and Robert. Rowan rushed into the hospital and asked for a paternity test and the rest you know. He has never told it to Robert, and forbade it to Chloe too. He loved Robert, he didn’t want to hurt the kid, but everything changed. They had arguments every day and finally Rowan left them. The only thing he told Robert was that he and his mother could not get along with each other any longer. After the divorce Chloe went on drinking, more and more, and Robert had to deal with it. She decided not to mention you to Robert, but about two weeks before she died, she asked Rowan to tell you the truth, to let Robert know you. That’s why a few years later he called you and asked to employ Robert in the Princeton Plainsboro. I don’t know his reasons Greg, why he did keep it back from Robert, I tried to convince him that telling him would be the best thing to do, but he was adamant, he said that Robert is his son, no matter who his biological father is, he was the one who brought him up and that nothing could change it.

"But how? He is still sore at him for leaving him alone, for letting his mother die, for ignoring him without a reason!"

"Rowan had his faults as any of us! But he did love Robert…in his own way…I realised it int he end… knowing about you didn’t make him a better person Greg. His pride got hurt, he could not look at Robert without bitterness. When he got to know about his lung cancer, he came to see me. I hated him Greg, I can tell you! Hated him for everything, for Chloe, for Robert, but still, it was my Chloe who have turned down his offer, to stay together, to forget about it, to stop drinking, she couldn’t be helped, Rowan tried but he got weary of it, that’s why I forgave him finally. He felt sorry for Robert, for everything he had to go through because of his selfishness. He promised me that he will tell you that Robert isn’t there without a reason, beside you. "

"And he has forgotten it as far as I know."

"As you have forgotten to tell Robert about his lung cancer."

"That’s not the same!"

"No. Not the same."

"And now? What should I do now? I don’t think he loves me too much after certain events…if I tell him…he would freak out…if he would believe it at all…"

"Look, Greg, I can’t tell you what to do. You two got a chance finally. Try to take it. That’s all I can say, that’s what Chloe wanted, that’s what I want, but the decision is yours. Take care! By Greg!"

"Thank you Lizzy…for telling me…I’ll call you…by!"

Fri, 25 Aug 2006 22:39:03 GMT

Title: Lost and Found
Author: Cathy
Characters: mainly Chase, House and Cameron
Rating: T
Description: Chase's father is dead now, or is he not....?

CHAPTER 1 - A BOLT FROM THE BLUE

-Chase! Your mother’s NAME, please! Her maiden name!!! Not something else, no matter what you called her at home. Come on! For God’s shake, it’s not so damn hard to remember, is it??!!

Chase was pulled back from his daydream and gaped as a child, who have just realised how cruel the world can be. He shaked his head slightly and looked up at House, who was now standing in front of him, twisting the pen angrily in his hand.

-Pardon….I’m just…It’s Chloe Pike. Chloe Allison Pike.
-Oh, thank God! Finally! If it goes this fast, than maybe we’ll be finished with this very tricky questionary by the end of the day!
-I’m sorry. I’m just tired.
-Than use your time for sleeping instead of visiting some ’high’ women with brown hair in the middle of the night!
-House! My time, my business! And, by the way, I was not…
-Yeah,yeah…not jumping her, but giving a sympathetic hug….I don’t care what you two do with each other unless it’s not interesting…
-House!
-Place of Birth?
-Sydney, Australia.
-Date of Birth?
-1980.03.18
-Fine! Now let’s get over that cupping!
-I hate annual checkups!
-Maybe that’s the only common point we share. Be glad that it’s me doing it and not Formen.

At this point Chase was not too sure why to be glad at all. He was really tired after working like mad all week, losing his dad not quite a month ago and doing this whole annual checkup-thing with House. He sighed as House was finishing with the cupping and runned through his floppy hair with his free hand.

-Done?
-Yeah. You have no tests left. I’ll inform you in 2 days whether you are dying or not. Go!
-Thanks. See you on Monday! –he said and sleeked out of the room before House could find him with another snappy remark, which was the last thing he needed right now.
House stared after him for a while and sat down with the paper work going hend in hand with the annual checkups. He has already finished with Cameron’s and Formen’s final reports. Chase’s blood sample was the last thing he had to take down to the lab and wait to get the results back, around Monday morning, to get over the whole stuff for another year.
Than again he had everything else to fill in Chase’s report, so he decided to work a little ahead. He glanced down at Chase’s personal information on the top page lying in front of him.
Name: Dr. Robert Chase
Yes, Chase was a bit out of this world lately after his father’s death, and he didn’t want to push him so hard, though that was exactly what he did.
Place of Birth: Sydney, Australia
Hah, his accent…
Mother’s Maiden Name: Chloe Allison Pike
House stopped. It was like a bolt. How could he forget it 10 minutes ago. ’Chloe Allison Pike’-he muttered. ’Oh, dear God! That’s impossible! She can’t be….

CHAPTER 2 - WHO'S YOUR MOMMY?

…the blond and beautiful Chloe Pike from high school, yes, that was the place they met for the very first time. The new girl from Pittsburgh, who started her last school year in an unknown place, with him, in the same class. She was wearing blue jeans and a light pink jersey on her first day in school, he remembered that, very clearly, as she was just standing there, distracted but definitely not shy, in the doorway. That was love, he knew that, for the first time in his life. The year passed and they got closer with every day. It was not just some calf-love any longer, they were 22, and he wanted to keep her, seriously, like he wanted to keep Stacy later on. But he failed just as miserably.
Jenny called on a soggy autumn day, just to tell him that Chloe left with her family, she didn’t tell where or why, she didn’t tell it to anybody, didn’t even tell it to him, who was his boyfriend for 4 years. They talked about their future just the day before. It seemed so impossible, so unfair, so cruel. It was so not Chloe! Leaving everything behind, without a word, without sense. Disappearing as the protagonist of a girl roman. He tried to contact her, of course he tried. He tried it in every possible way without any success, until he realised that it hurts a lot less to just don’t care. ’Who said that?’-he chuckled.’Chase….when they were talking about his father, and he finally didn’t tell him..:’
He never heared from Chloe again. But now…it was like a bad dream, a screwed up soap opera- he thought. He wanted to forget her again, like he did for so many years. This Chloe Pike can’t be that Chloe Pike! He was scanning the paper with his eyes.
Date of Birth: 1980.03.18
How could it be? The year after she left. And she have found a husband so fast? Rowan Chase? In Australia? And had a baby? ’Robert…’- he was smiling at this- ’Dr. Robert Chase’- the name stared at him from the paper.
’You can’t be sure that this Chloe is the one you knew once, you idiot! And even if she is what does it matter now? She is dead!’ – he muttered to himself and rised from the desk, putting the papers away and taking Chase’s blood sample with him down to the lab, where he run into Cameron.

-Dr. House!
-Cameron…still here?
-I had some work to do. New case? –looking at the sample in House’s hand.
-Oh, God no! At ’leaving time’? It could be the pope itself! It’s just Chase’s blood. The Wombat was hiding as long as he could but I cought him!
-I’ll run the tests now. I’m not in a hurry.
-Cameron. It’s 4 o’clock. He’s not dying, even though you would possibly appreciate it…
-Dr. House! I thought that we have already finished this conversation! Remember?
- And where did we lead up to? Oh, I see…I’m damaged. He is not…yet…but who knows, maybe….By the way! Does this mean that I apparently get an extra point by you?
-Stop it! Jealousy is poisonous, you know! I do the tests.
-Fine! If it makes you feel less guilty for using him…go ahead!
-He wanted it too…I was…
-High…that’s the word!

Cameron shot a killing look at House and turned away. Yes, he nicked it! She was feeling guilty. Chase wanted her and she knew it, but not within the context of a lie. She took the sample from where House has left it and started preparing for the tests.

House went back to the office, upset after his scene with Cameron. He didn’t want to slight her. ’ You fool! Why do you always have to say things you don’t mean!?’
He liked Cameron, maybe a little lot more than he admitted to himself. From which followed that Chase annoyed him lately, after sleeping with her of course, which he tried to response with putting him under a lot of pressure, which obviously had its effect on the boy.
’And on whose boy?’- he chuckled loudly. ’Chloe Pike.’ If Chase is her son…if he really is…he has to know that for sure! Investigate in every possible way until he finds out the truth, the solution to his new case!

CHAPTER 3 - INVESTIGATIONS

Chase pushed in the front door of his flat, turning on the lights while chacking the brown wooden clock on the wall. It showed exactly 5:30. Even so it was starting to get dark outside and the chilly air created spots of dew on his window as he was peering through it. He threw his jacket messily onto the sofa and collapsed next to it. He closed his eyes and nearly went off to sleep right away, when he heared the phone ringing like the air-raid alarm.

"Who the hell is it?"- he said loudly, hesitating, whether to pick it up at all.

But whoever was calling, must have been a zealous jungle-fighter or either wanted something very important, because the phone just kept on ringing.

"Ok, Ok, I’m coming!"

"Robert Chase."

"I have to ask you two things. Don’t you dare to put it down! It’s very important!"

"House!"- he shouted in disbelief and he brought out his ’clearly annoyed face’ as House called it.

"And what do you want to know? I’m feeling fine, thanks, before asking."

"I have no interest in your state of health. My questions will be aiming at your mother."

"At my mother?"

"Yes. Where was she born?"

"Are you kidding? Why is that important to you? You want to ask her on a date too?"

"If that would be possible, I won’t waste my time on you. The annual checkup. Remember? I forgot to ask you. These were on the second page."

"Pittsburgh, USA"

"Date of Birth?"

"1956.02.15 Do you need the brand of her favourite drink too?"

"No. Keep her secrets. That’s it."

"Bye." –Chase dumped the speaker before House could get the chance to say anything else. He hated when somebody brought up her mother. It was not House’s fault, he shouldn’t have to act like a pubescent teen, but he just couldn’t help it. It was still a thorn in his flesh, the things she did, the thousand ways he tried to deal with the problems,one after another, watching the end…being there…being a part of it…all he wanted was to forget it utterly. ’What did House say?’…’Both of your parents are dead now, so there is no other reason to screw up this bad again…’

House was still beseting the speaker in his hand. If only Chase would know that he doesn’t only know her favourite drink but her shoe size and the small birthmark on her back! He got his answer. It was easier than he first thought. But was this the thing he wanted to hear?His thoughts were pivoted on the dates. ’1980.05.18….1979.09….the baby…Robert…9 months…she must have known Rowan before she left! Oh shit!’ How could he know exactly what happened! It was not about a name any longer, not about a fact, that could have no role in his life now, it was about his pride, about the natural curiosity of human beings. It was selfish, pointless and unbecoming, he knew that, but just as vital and necessary as sleeping or drinking water. ’I have to get in touch with Lizzy!’ Lizzy was Chloe’s older sister. She has to know the answers. But how to find her? He can’t ask Chase…or…what if…He picked up the phone again. ’The Wombat will be soooo mad!’ -he laughed involuntarily.

"Chase!"

"It’s House! Listen!..."

"What is it this time?"

"Family history!"

"Yeah? Are you going to write a book about us?"

"Your dad had lung cancer…"

"Yes. And than what?"

"In these cases the hospital requires a brief family history to be added to the final reports…indicating the person’s closest relatives alive…in case…you know…Cuddy just called my attention to this."

"I have never heared about this before. It’s very strange…"

"Strange, but useful in fact."

"What do you want to know?"

"Did your parents have any siblings? Are your grandparents alive?"

"All of my garanparents are dead now, in fact I have never known two out of them. My father was an only child, and my mother has an older sister. She is a sort of spinster, she never got married, so she has no children. And I…"

"What’s her name?"

"Elisabeth Pike."

"She will be perfect."

"Perfect for what?"

"For your closest relative. I need her adress, phone number, anything you know."

"Couldn’t this wait until Monday? I haven’t met her since my mother’s funeral. And that was a long time ago. Though I don’t think she moved anywhere without telling me. She calls me occasionally, like she did on my dad’s funeral…wait a sec…I have her number somewhere." –Chase had no idea why on earth had he became so cooperative all of a sudden.

"I’m dictating…"……

House was very surprised. Chase was more cooperative in the matter than he could ever imagine. He even came by his weak lie about the final report. ’What on earth? He must be very tired!’ –he thought with a cynical smile. He had the number. What’s next?Just as obsessively as he wanted to know Chloe’s story, did he feel the fright of raking up the past, which he had obviously no right to know about after giving up on finding her, because of his pride was hurt, at the time when it actually made any sense. As for it did non now.

"Elizabeth Pike!"

"Lizzy?"

"Who’s speaking?"

"It’s Dr. Gregory House…I’m…"

"Greg? Oh God! But how…?"

"It’s Chase…he did…"

"Jesus! Is something wrong with Robert?"

"…he…Oh no! No! He’ fine. He gave me your number. Look, Lizzy, we have to talk…"

"So did Rowan tell you at least!"

"Told me what? Oh, no. I have just found out about Chloe…that Chase…I mean Robert is her son. I knew about Rowan Chase, he was the one who called me to employ his son, and yes, in fact he told me about his lung cancer, but never mentioned Chloe…did she tell him she knew me at all? It’s such a coincident, I mean, I wanted to find her than, more than anything else, and now…it’s just crazy."

"Forget it Greg! It doesn’t matter now…she had her reasons and so do I to…"

"She did knew Rowan when she was with me, did she?"

"She loved him, she wanted to tell you, just didn’t know how, it was more complicated than this…”

"Complicated? Disappearing was less complicated I suppose!"

"How do you make that out? You have no idea what she suffered because of you! You made the rest of her life a living misery!"

"I? She was the one who left me, remember!"

"You’d better forget her and her son and Rowan Chase utterly! You are too proud and blind to see what I’m pointing at! I’m done! Goodbye Greg! It’s not my object to tell you!"

"To tell me what? Lizzy? Tell me what?" – House tried, but she have already dumped the speaker.

’Shit! Tell me what?... A living misery? …The rest of her life? …She loved him…forget her son…Chloe…the year after she left…for the rest of her life…she had her resons and so do I…Oh, good God! No! That’s just sick! …Did Roan tell you?...not my object…too blind to see…9 months…CHASE!’ –he shouted so loudly that Wilson, who was walking past the office looked in in surprise.

"He left about 2 hours ago! What on earth are you doing here? It’s half past 6! Please don’t tell me that you are working!"

"I was as it happens! And you?"

"I’m on duty…but I have told you that."

"You, Wilson! Now you could requite my kindness and do me a favour!"

"Wow! That’s very tempting!"

"You suck up to everybody in here, so could you just find me a do-gooder who’d run a paternity test for me?" –glancing over at Chase’s coffé mug, standing on the table.

"A paternity test? Why? Now?"

"Just find somebody! It’s for one of my patients. That boy could die, and I can’t start the treatment without knowing who’s his father. The mommy is insecure…"

"I didn’t know you have a new case!"

"Should we discuss my sexual life too?"

"Good lord! Anything but that House! Make ready the samples, in 10 minutes I’ll be back!"

CHAPTER 4 - GIVE ME A REASON

House sat before the piano, flapping the keys violently, like a self-assured ad-libber on a concert playing for his audience’s enjoyment, though enjoyable was the last attribute one could brand the sounds coming from his direction. He mixed up every second chord, and was hardly concentrating on the melody, his mind was rather occupied by Wilson, and by that damn test!

’I shouldn’t have to push it! It must be a misunderstanding! Maybe I got her words wrong! I was 22 for God’s shake! Way much younger than this self-satisfied kid, who trys to play the man ! Jesus! I was not sure what I was doig at that age, nor was she! Hah… I have to admit it to myself at least! If we did this…than…’

He couldn’t finish his train of thought, because a white folder landed on the piano like in a pre-calculated film scene.

Wilson was standing next to the piano, his hands on his waist, looking extreamly angry, as House could hardly see him before.

"You have left before I got the results back. I was looking for you over an hour! Than I’m idiot, tried to find the room of your young patient. What’s his name? Ah! Jimmy Peterson! You know the boy with the hereditary diseas…By the way, he sends his love as well as he has informed me, that he is fine, there’s no need to worry, his state is very satisfying compared to the other 70 years old stroke patients in the hospital! I’m sure that his mommy would be very glad to know that his one-night love-affair was finally not fruitful. I sure hope that you can explain this! Whose samples were those at all? And please don’t tell me that they were Vougler’s and Formen’s or…"

"Stop it Wilson! The samples were MINE…!" – House was still staring at the results in complete disbelief…staring for such a long time that Wilson had to ask:

"Are you alright? House? What’s the matter with you? You look pale…is it your leg again? House?"

"No. No. I’m perfectly fine Wilson…I have a son…" –he didn’t know why on earth did he tell this to Wilson, he just had to tell it to someone, this was too much for him, way too much!

"You have a what?"

"You heared right. I have a son…"

"Oh God! Stacy?"

"Nooo!...Starts with the letter C."

"Cuddy…?"

"Hell no, you idiot!"

"Who than?

"Chloe…"

"Chloe? Chloe who? I have never heared about her, have I?"

"As for me I hoped you never will."

"But…House! A baby? How? When? I mean, you have been dating a women meanwhile you acted like the bachelor of the year… and…and now she has your child and you ignore her! it’s ridiculous! Why didn’t you tell me at least? I thought we…"

"Yes, we are…but this women…I couldn’t…she…she…she died Wilson!"

"Died! And the baby? Where’s the baby? House!"

"The baby is fine, Wilson…perfectly fine so far…"

"So far? What do you mean?"

"He’s pretty much a BIG baby, as it were,…so…"

"How ’BIG’?"

"From the outside or from the inside you mean?"

"It’s not funny! And it’s not some kind of a joke, is it!"

"No, Wilson, it’s not a joke, I wish it were indeed. But THIS is very serious, I’m afraid, if your do-gooder was right."

"He’s a specialist…that would be rather impossible…"

"Than I’m not joking." – he wanted to tell the truth, but how? It was even unbelievable enough for him. And what could Wilson do? He knew nothing about Chloe, nothing about his past, and nothing about the big mistake he made so many years ago. How could he explain that? How could he explain what he was aware of now, that he was no more than a 22 years old irresponsible kid with false expectations and that Chloe was right when she left him. She must have known it better, that he was not ready for having a baby then, not at any level, that he had other dreams, that he was too young, that he simply wouldn’t be able to take the responsibility of it. Now he saw everything in a different light, saw Chloe as he have never seen her before, being guilty, but judicious at the same time.

"How old is he House?"

"Who?"

"Your son of course! You must have seen him, if you got that sample…"

"I was 22… and… well, Wilson, you were right…"

"In what?"

"I was kidding."

"What? Wait? This was…"

"A joke, you goofy!"

"Oh! You son of a …! God! How could you be..?...be…"

"It’s alright Wilson! Calm down! And, by the way, the samples were my cousin’s, a bad family tradition, you know. He just wanted to be sure. That’s it."

"That’s it?"

"Yeah. That’s it. And now, if you excuse me, I had a long day…"

"Hah, what? You just …you just…!"

"Umm, yes exactly…good night Wilson!"

Wilson just stood there looking after House with his mounth slightly open, like a gargoyle , trying not to fling the iron candlestick after him.

House sat on the edge of his bed, thinking.

’That’s just great! I have a son, we work together, we hate each other and we both hate Chloe and Rowan Chase, wondeful. It couldn’t be more bizarre. I must talk to Lizzy!"

"Hi! Lizzy, it’s Greg!"

"You?"

"Please don’t put it down Lizzy. I have to talk about it…"

"About what?"

"About my son!"

"I didn’t know you have one…"

"Stop playing your game Lizzy! I know it! I know it for sure! And now, please tell me what I should have heared before ages!"

"Are you sure you would like to hear it?"

"Of course! Chase is my son after all…I just have no idea what to do with this fact…"

"Will you tell him?"

"I don’t know yet.."

"Rowan wanted to…"

"Rowan?"

"What were you thinking? Why did he visit you before he died? Not because he wanted to consult with Wilson! He had specialists in Australia! He went there to tell you! He wanted to see Chase, he loved him Greg, that’s why he finally kept his secret. You wanted to hear the truth, now here it is! Chloe didn’t love you any more, she liked you, but that flame was over. She met Rowan at a birthday party, our parents knew each other, and so my dad invited him. He was very handsome, older than Chloe and was offered a job back home in Australia, so he was planning to move back to Sydney soon after finishing his studies in the States. He asked Chloe to marry him and she said ’yes’. She made a mistake when she kept on going out with you without telling the truth, I think she liked you both somehow, she didn’t want to hurt you Greg.

A week after we left, she realised that she is pregnant. She was not sure whether the baby was from you or from Rowan, so she kept in silence. She had a lot to lose Greg! Rowan had everything you could never offer her then, you were a nice guy, but too young and not ready to be a father! Immediately after Robert was born she found out that he is yours. He had your blood group. Chloe had A, Rowan had B and Chase had O. But I don’t think I have to explain this to you, you are a doctor yourself. Rowan was so happy, he loved this kid, he had no suspicions. Robert was 6, when he had his tonsils out. By that time Chloe couldn’t take this lie any longer, she wanted to tell you, she wanted to tell Rowan, but the things got extreamly complicated, so she started drinking. Not too much at first, but when Robert got sick, the dismay and the fear that Rowan will find out made everything from bad to worse. On the day they took Robert to the hospital, she got very drunk by the time Rowan got home. She talked through the hat, they had a huge argument, and finally she offered a remark about you and Robert. Rowan rushed into the hospital and asked for a paternity test and the rest you know. He has never told it to Robert, and forbade it to Chloe too. He loved Robert, he didn’t want to hurt the kid, but everything changed. They had arguments every day and finally Rowan left them. The only thing he told Robert was that he and his mother could not get along with each other any longer. After the divorce Chloe went on drinking, more and more, and Robert had to deal with it. She decided not to mention you to Robert, but about two weeks before she died, she asked Rowan to tell you the truth, to let Robert know you. That’s why a few years later he called you and asked to employ Robert in the Princeton Plainsboro. I don’t know his reasons Greg, why he did keep it back from Robert, I tried to convince him that telling him would be the best thing to do, but he was adamant, he said that Robert is his son, no matter who his biological father is, he was the one who brought him up and that nothing could change it.

"But how? He is still sore at him for leaving him alone, for letting his mother die, for ignoring him without a reason!"

"Rowan had his faults as any of us! But he did love Robert…in his own way…I realised it int he end… knowing about you didn’t make him a better person Greg. His pride got hurt, he could not look at Robert without bitterness. When he got to know about his lung cancer, he came to see me. I hated him Greg, I can tell you! Hated him for everything, for Chloe, for Robert, but still, it was my Chloe who have turned down his offer, to stay together, to forget about it, to stop drinking, she couldn’t be helped, Rowan tried but he got weary of it, that’s why I forgave him finally. He felt sorry for Robert, for everything he had to go through because of his selfishness. He promised me that he will tell you that Robert isn’t there without a reason, beside you. "

"And he has forgotten it as far as I know."

"As you have forgotten to tell Robert about his lung cancer."

"That’s not the same!"

"No. Not the same."

"And now? What should I do now? I don’t think he loves me too much after certain events…if I tell him…he would freak out…if he would believe it at all…"

"Look, Greg, I can’t tell you what to do. You two got a chance finally. Try to take it. That’s all I can say, that’s what Chloe wanted, that’s what I want, but the decision is yours. Take care! By Greg!"

"Thank you Lizzy…for telling me…I’ll call you…by!"

CHAPTER 6 - LIFE IS RELATIVE

House was walking back and forth in the room, impatiently, than losing his temper he suddenly turned to face Cameron and Forman, who were sitting at the table looking through some papers with a bored expression.

"Cameron! Where the hell is Chase?"

"Ask him, I have no idea."

"I will, when he tumbles into the office at last."

"He is a bit late, House, not a big deal. It happens." –Formen commented, looking up from the folder.

"Late? A bit? It’s not a charitable institution, but a hospital! And I’m not going to…" –House couldn’t finish, because Chase stepped into the office, out of breath, trying to get rid of his jacket with frantic efforts, ignoring the stares.

"Sorry, traffic jam, what do we have?"

"Regulations, Chase, that’s what we have here, which includes arriving in time, not 45 minutes later, if the person insists on his job."

"I…I told you I’m sorry. I couldn’t dissolve the traffic! And nobody gets sacked for being 45 minutes late, not even here, as I know."

"Rules are different for you, as I know!"

"If you are pointing at…"

"Let me consider!... Yes….I’m…and now, God knows how many miserable, coughing, snotty kids are waiting for you down there? You better hurry up! It’s flu season!"

"But…I don’t have clinic hours today…it’s…"

"It’s just a little urbanity…I know you admire every minute of it!...so… Go! Have fun!"

Chase wanted to shout, but he rather swallowed his anger and did as he was told. He took his lab coat and headed towards the door, giving House a grim look. Cameron and Formen, who were watching the former scene, sat there in shock.

"House! Are you out of your mind! What was this good for? He said he’s sorry! It can happen with any of us!"

"Possibly…but he is different."

"Because he sniched on you to Vougler? Or because he screwed up that diagnosis …by that woman…or… because you just simply enjoy torturing him the most?"

"These three by turns. And Cameron, you had better concentrate on your work, instead of concidering my business all the time. Or if you still feel uncomfortable about that you can join him at any minute!"

"This is childish! What’s wrong with you?"

"Stop it! It’s not me who have problems with understanding simple sentences. Join him or get back to the medical records until we get a case! That’s your business!"

Cameron gaped in anger. In truth, she wanted to run after Chase, but she sat back next to Formen, who acted like he haven’t heared a thing. Her mind was full with thouts about Chase. She slept with him because she thought he doesn’t mean a thing to her…but now…she felt something utterly different, which she wasn’t able to explain to herself.

House felt guilty. There was no point in what he just did, not to Chase and Cameron leastwise. As for him, he wanted to be as far from Chase as possible, until he clears the air. And for him being late was a perfect alibi. He didn’t know what to say or what to do. It felt very strange…he had an urge to act somehow fatherly or nice towards him…and the more he wanted to the more unbearable and unjust he became.

Chase had to admit that House was right with that remark about the flu season. At least 50 people were waiting on the corridor coughing and sneezing all over the place.

’Darn! I hope House gets it somehow to have a week without his mindless shit! But that’s just a dream… as frequently as he visits patients…it’s highly impossible…’

"Good morning! I’m Dr. Chase. The nurse will call your names. Please be patient!"

He closed the door behind him. This was the last thing he whished to do. He had been having a bad headache all night, he slept over, and now House! ’That man is a complete idiot! If he continues to treat me like this I’ll quite. There’re other hospitals, I have no reason to stay and take this loonybin every day!’

"Good morning doctor! Nicky have been coughing all night and he was sick twice."

"Good morning! Hi Nicky! Sit down please! Did he have a fever?"

"Yes. Quite high, I think he is still running a temp."

"I see…does anything hurt Nicky?"

"He mentioned his throat…"

"We’ll check it. Alright?" –he moved closer to the five-years-old and his mother who was holding him in her lap. The kid started crying immediately as he noticed that there is something up. They tried to calm him down, without any success. So the whole scene ended up with Chase being coughed on several times and the mother getting six scratches all over her face.

’Darn! The most beautiful moments of being a doctor!’

"It’s okey. That was it."

"Hash!"

"It seems Nicky has the flu. I prescribe an antibiotic. Bring him back in a week for a checkup…You going to be fine big boy! Here you go!"

"Thank you doctor! Good bye!"

"Good by!"

Chase sighed as the door shut behind them. He waved towards the nurse to wait a minute and washed his face with cold water. He knew he made a mistake when he told Vogler about House’s stuff, but he hoped that he will forget it after a while. This continual comfrontation between them started to get on his nerves. He really tried but House seemed to be hard to please. ’Hah, and dad said he is an exceptional doctor… yeah, he is for sure, exceptional in stupidity.’

"Morning doctor!"

"Take a seat, please!"

Cameron had a smack at starting a conversation with House, who was sitting with his back towards them, reading since Chase left.

"I found some interesting details here. Dyspepsia in 2000. It should go onto the board."

"It could be in connection with the recent symptoms." –said Formen approvingly, joining into the attempt.

"House! What do you think?"

"About scribbling the board with unimportant details? That fellow possibly has nothing but the ulcer you have already diagnosed. It’s treatable, book him for surgery and stop looking for something which isn’t there just to kill the time. This is so not interesting!"

"Not every case is interesting. We just wanted to take a good look at it. As every doctor should!"

"Okey. You did. Find something more useful to do!"

"Like helping Chase?"

"Like making a coffee."

"I rather chose the latter."

"The flu is an interesting case, you are right. Formen? Are you interested too? Because I’m!"

House stood up and wrote FLU onto the top of the board.

"When you come back you can tell me the big news from a strictly diagnostic point of view of course. As for me I rather chose the coffee thing."

Cameron furiously sallied out from the office before Formen could comment on the matter.

She found Chase in room 12. , collapsed into a chair, and the newly arrived 35 people waiting outside. He looked very pale and tired to her.

"How is it going? You don’t look too good…"

"I don’t feel too good…"

She moved closer and took purchase on the table.

"What’s wrong?"

"I don’t know…maybe I cought this shit, thank House! I…" –Cameron looked at him with concern and placed her hand onto his forehead.

"You feel kind of warm…I don’t know…You should go home."

"Are you joking? Ask House? Oh, no way!

"No, you should ask him! Come on! I take over from you or tell Cuddy to ask somebody else."

"But…I can’t…I don’t know…"

"Come on!" –she pulled him up to the office.

House was playing with his yo-yo and drinking from the coffee cup, which he held in his other hand.

"You brought up your company for coffee?"-he smirked.

"Chase is not feeling well." –House’s smile vanished. This was the first time he dared to look at Chase. He immediatly noticed how pale he looked out. He felt that urge again. He is a father after all, even if he is the only one who knows it. ’It’s not about you, you selfish ass. He is your son, you have to love him!’

"Cameron is right, you look like crap! Go home!"

"What? Now you are sending me home! Without a word?"

"You can stay if you want…I really don’t care. I hope you did some real job today at least."

"I was working like mad all day! There’s a flu epidemic…but…But you know what? No matter what I do you still gonna treat me like crap!"

"Crap is a relative term." /sorry, but I had to steal this…I don’t own it…FOX does…but it fitted so well here…/

"As my tolerance! And I relatively had enough!" –Chase was shouting at this point, dumping his lab coat onto the ground. Cameron and Formen was watching, being abashed at Chase’s behaviour.

"You are sick. Go home! We will talk about it later."

"We have nothing to talk about!" –he took his coat and glanced at Cameron, who was standing still, watching him with a look of entreaty, than disappeared in the doorway.

TBC…

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