Hello my fellow House lovers!
This is my first House fanfiction... Boy, am I excited. :3
H'anyways.
So here we have a slightly alternate universe where Chase is a patient, not a doctor working for House.

M'kay? Still with me?
H'okay. Good.
Sooo, Chase is Catholic.
Anddd, don't try to figure out what he has, because it's imaginary. As in, not real. As in, I have noo idea what it is..
I just had to make up an sickness to fit.
MWUAHAHAHA.
Ha.

DISCLAIMER - I do not own House or any of the characters mentioned here.
This is slash. Meaning boy on boy action.
Meaning GAY SEX. YAY!
-cough-
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Also, it will later on deal with some sensitive issues such as self harm and rape. :D

OKAY, READ ON AWESOME PEOPLE.

House sat at his desk, legs propped up as he watched his soap. "Too many pickles..." he muttered, tossing the sandwich he had stolen from Wilson back onto the plate. With a small sigh, he turned his small, pocket sized TV off and stretched. It had been awhile since he had gotten an interesting case... leaving him stuck with way too much clinic duty for his liking.

Grabbing his cane off his desk, he rose and made his way into the conference room, wondering what Foreman and Cameron were up to. Foreman was reading the paper and sipping coffee, sitting opposite of Cameron. She was trying to scrape a coffee stain off the table with her fingernail. Both of them looked incredibly and utterly bored.

Looking up as he walked into the room, Cameron smiled, her eyes hopeful. "Is there a new case?" She asked, obviously trying to mask the excitement. Foreman stopped reading at the hint of something to do, raising his gaze to House with interest.

"Yes!" He cried, walking over to the coffee maker, pouring himself some coffee before continuing. "It's life or death, really." Turning to face them, he took a sip, waiting for them to pry for more. "Well...?" Foreman probed after a few moments of silence, leaning forward slightly.

"It's very puzzling..." Just as he was about to make a snide remark about how his only two workers were wasting precious time, Wilson popped his head into the room, a worried expression creasing the skin above his eyebrows. "House," he said, a tone of urgency present. "We need you guys." With that, he gestured for them to follow him before he ran down the hall.

Without a word, the three of them stood and started down the hall, Foreman and Cameron lagging a little so that House could keep up with them. The room Wilson was standing in front of, waiting for them, was only a little ways down the hall. "I thought you might find this case interesting..." Wilson said as House approached, his eyebrow raised in suspicion.

It didn't look like there was a flurry of activity, indicating that a patient was in trouble. In fact, no one else seemed to be rushing to do anything. "I thought you said that you needed our help," Foreman frowned, looking around for signs of a dying patient.

"I do." Wilson replied simply, leading them into the room. "A boy came in today after seizing in his Church's mass hall. No signs of a tumour, cancer, vasculitis or any infection that would cause him to seize. His MRI was clean; blood is still at the lab and tox. screen hasn't come back yet."

House listened as Wilson explained the boys' symptoms, his lips pursed slightly in thought. Walking over to the blonde haired boy, he sighed, noticing that he was asleep. "Sleeping at a time like this..." He muttered, shaking his head at his team before he took his cane and pinged it against the metal of the bed. With a start, the boy shot up into sitting position, almost ripping out his breathing tube.

"House!" Cameron cried angrily, rushing over to the confused looking man. "I'm sorry, he can be a little..." She was cut off by House. "It's his fault for sleeping. Now, feeling sick lately? Throwing up? Nausea?" He questioned, staring down at the still confused boy as he leaned on his cane.

"Um, no. Nothing at all." The boy replied with a slight hint of an Australian accent. "I haven't even eaten anything in the past week." When House gave him a weird look, he tried to explain. "I'm on a spiritual fast. I'm Catholic..."

"Hm." House popped his lips, walking slowly over to the front of the boys' bed. "Robert Chase." He read out loud after picking up the chart full of information on his patient. "Do any drugs?" He asked after a few moments of reading.

"No! Of course not!" Chase cried, sitting up carefully. "I've never done drugs in my life." Giving him a disbelieving look, House shrugged. "Patients always lie."
"House!" Cameron cried again, looking him incredulously. "He said he wasn't, why would he lie about something like that?"

Just in time to interrupt House, an older man rushed into the room, looking worriedly at Chase. "Are you alright, son?" He asked, placing his hand on Chase's head. Looking up at the man, Chase blinked a few times before looking away and answering in a quiet voice. "Yes, Father Preston. I'll be just fine."

Raising an eyebrow at the unexpectedly cold reaction from the blonde, House turned his eyes towards the man. "I take it you are the… priest?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "How cute. I'll leave you two to mingle." Turning to his two co-workers, he shot them a confused glare. "Why aren't you going?! To the conference room, run ducklings, run!"


Uhhhhhhh. Yeah.
Sorry if it was le short. But I am le tired.
-french accent of doom-

But yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.
XD
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Or I will send a Vicaden deprived House after you. With a deadly cane of doom. :D