HI EVERYONE!!

AS PROMISED, HERE IS THE SEQUEL TO "THE JERK."

I HAVE WRITTEN OTHER FANFICS ON THE FOX SITE, BUT THIS IS PROBABLY GOING TO BE THE MOST AMBITIOUS STORY I HAVE EVER DONE.

AND EVEN IF YOU HAVEN'T READ "THE JERK," THIS FIRST CHAPTER MAKES IT EASY TO UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING ON.

AS FAR AS SHIPS, THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF HUDDY, CHASE/ OC, HOUSE- CHASE INTERACTION, HOUSE/ WILSON INTERACTION, CHASE/ CUDDY INTERACTION, WILSON/ CUDDY INTERACTION, SOME APPEARANCES BY NEW TEAM MEMBERS...

YOU GET THE IDEA.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND ENJOY!! :-)

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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THE MISTAKE

CHAPTER 1: Please read and comment.

She pressed harder against him as he seemed to push even deeper inside her.

Their lips were millimeters away from each other's as House tipped over the edge exploding inside her, shuddering as he did.

She held onto him as tightly as she could, as if she'd never let go of him.

As their breathing relaxed, she leaned against his chest once more, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"You ok?" House breathed.

"Never better," Cuddy replied blissfully.

House exhaled deeply, looking down at her.

"You think I can get you pregnant in this position?" he asked her.

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It was 8 AM on December 26, and Robert Chase was lying on his back with his eyes closed.

The lower half of his body was inside the MRI machine at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.

Even with the headphones on, the rhythmic banging noise still reverberated throughout his ears and the rest of his body.

But despite the noise, he was on the verge of falling asleep.

He was incredibly tired.

He was incredibly tired because he barely got any sleep the night before.

He barely got any sleep the night before because he was up for a good part of the night due to the incessant throbbing pain in his left ankle.

His ankle was incessantly throbbing because he slipped and fell on the ice as gracefully as a dying gazelle on his way to Cuddy's house for a Christmas party.

The party had been fun. Cuddy had made great hors d'ouvers, Wilson, House and Kutner were there as well, and they had played poker.

And even though House and Sophie managed to hustle the rest of them out of all their money, they still had a great time.

House had purchased a copy of the Kama Sutra as a Christmas present for him and his new girlfriend, Sophie Wilson, mainly to embarrass her older brother, James.

But the book had become quite the conversation piece at Cuddy's place and was eventually the hit of the party.

Especially when Cuddy and Sophie were discussing which positions Chase would be able to perform with a sprained ankle.

And to top it off, House had slipped him one of his precious Vicodin for the pain.

But today, there was no more Vicodin.

Only pain.

And exhaustion.

"Almost done, Dr. Chase," a voice from the ante room of the MRI said through the headphones he was wearing to block out the noise of the machine.

Chase didn't reply. One wasn't supposed to talk during these things.

At first, Chase didn't even want to get an MRI. Sophie had suggested it the night before when he attempted to go get them an extra blanket, but he had dismissed her idea pretty quickly.

But when the pain in his ankle had woken him up this morning out of a deep sleep at five AM, and he saw that his ankle was swollen to the size of a tennis ball, he considered the possibility that Sophie, a third year medical student at Boston University, might just know what she was talking about.

A few moments later, when Chase had almost drifted off to sleep in the MRI, the sound of the machine turning off jerked him awake.

"All done," the radiologist said, who was now standing next to him.

Chase slowly sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed portion of the MRI machine. He rubbed his face and raked his fingers through his hair.

"Lemme see the scan," Chase said.

The radiologist, a first year intern, looked at Chase with trepidation.

"… we're… not allowed to let the patients see the scan—" he stammered.

"I'm a surgical attending and a department head in this hospital. I know how to read an MRI—" Chase began, slightly impatient.

"…and there's a waiting list… and we're supposed to let the orthopedist see the results first—" the resident continued.

Chase could see that he was making the resident nervous. He decided to tone it down a bit and smiled at him.

"I'm not gonna tell your boss that you let my ankle cut the queue," Chase said in a friendlier tone.

"Now lemme see," Chase added.

The radiologist sighed and reluctantly put his arm around Chase's back and under his armpit to help him into the ante room so he could see the monitor. 


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At around the same time, Sophie Wilson was waiting on a couch in the hallway just outside Radiology, waiting for Chase to be done with his MRI.

She had woken up shortly after Chase had early that morning, and was tired as well. She leaned back on the couch and began to close her eyes.

"Hey, little So," a familiar voice said.

Sophie opened her eyes, looked up and smiled when she saw her older brother, James Wilson, who had just called her by the nickname that he had given her when she was five years old.

"Hey big bro," Sophie replied wearily as Wilson sat down next to her on the couch.

"You look tired," Wilson commented.

"I've been up since five A.M. That's when the pain woke him up," Sophie replied.

Wilson put his arm around his little sister. She leaned against him and closed her eyes.

"He'll be fine. It's most likely just a bad sprain. And it's normal for that kind of pain to interfere with sleep," Wilson reassured her.

"I know…" Sophie said, trailing off.

"Then what else is on your mind?" Wilson asked her.

A half- smile formed on Sophie's face, as it always did when her older brother was able to read her mind.

"We… kinda got into our first fight last night," Sophie told him.

Wilson gazed at her contemplatively, waiting for her to tell the story.

"He tried to get out of bed to get me a blanket and he wound up falling, because he couldn't put any weight on his leg. I told him he needed an X- Ray... he dismissed me… so I suggested an MRI…" Sophie paused.

"And he… told me to stop diagnosing him," Sophie finished, in a slightly softer voice.

"You mean he YELLED at you to stop diagnosing him," Wilson clarified.

"I know he didn't mean to. He was in pain, I was being annoying—" Sophie began.

"You weren't being annoying. You were trying to help him," Wilson told her, not thrilled with the fact that Chase had raised his voice to his sister.

"He apologized," Sophie said. "And he said that he hasn't had someone take care of him in a long time," she added.

"I'd believe that," Wilson agreed.

"But that's still no excuse to lash out at you," Wilson told her.

Before they could continue their conversation, Chase hobbled up to them on a pair of crutches, accompanied by Dr. David Nathan, a senior attending orthopedist. Sophie got up from the couch and walked towards them, followed by Wilson.

"So?" Sophie asked them in a slightly anxious tone.

"Inversion sprain, grade 2," Chase told her, leaning on his crutches.

Sophie's eyes widened at the diagnosis as her eyes darted from Dr. Kessler back to Chase.

"You TORE LIGAMENTS?!" Sophie exclaimed.

"Only partially," Chase assured her.

"You only slipped on the ice!" Sophie said.

"It could have been worse," Dr. Nathan told her.

Sophie exhaled and impulsively rubbed Chase's arm, making him smile.

"So what's the treatment?" Chase asked her, his eyes sparkling.

"R.I.C.E.," Sophie replied promptly.

"Which stands for…" Chase asked, tilting his head slightly forward as he waited for her answer, still smiling.

"Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation for the first 48 hours to keep the swelling down, anti- inflammatory meds and immobilization," Sophie replied.

"Very good," Chase said proudly. Wilson smiled as well at his sister's answers.

"My god, it's like foreplay," a voice said from behind them.

Wilson, Chase and Sophie turned around to see House limping towards them. When he reached where they were standing, House looked Chase up and down, thinking how pitiful he looked, leaning on his crutches.

"Not cool enough to have one of these, huh?" House said condescendingly, lifting up his cane as he spoke.

"Not today," Chase shot back, matching House's tone.

"Here's a prescription for 800 mg of Ibuprofen. Take two every six hours," Dr. Nathan told Chase as he gave him a small sheet of paper.

House chuckled slightly as he took his bottle of Vicodin out of his pocket, shaking it in an exaggerated motion in front of Chase's face.

"DEFINITELY not cool enough to have one of THESE," House snarked.

"Can't you give me something stronger than Ibuprofen?" Chase asked Dr. Nathan in exasperation, becoming irritated with House's antics and impatient with the throbbing in his ankle.

Dr. Nathan hesitated. He had been a senior attending at PPTH for quite some time now, and had always been an extremely conservative practitioner.

And Chase knew this about him.

But Chase also knew that based on the pain he was currently feeling, Ibuprofen wasn't going to do more than barely take the edge off.

Nathan reluctantly took his prescription pad out of his lab coat and a pen out of his breast pocket.

"…I'll give you a script for twelve Vicodin. But that's it. After those run out, you'll take the Ibuprofen," Nathan said as he wrote out the script, handing it to Chase.

"Thank you," Chase said, taking the paper from him.

Nathan nodded and shook Chase and Sophie's hand before excusing himself.

House was about to make another smart remark at Chase's expense, but he stopped himself when he saw Cuddy walking towards them.

After catching her eye, House quickly turned away from her and back towards Chase and Sophie.

"I'll walk you guys out," House suddenly said.

Chase and Sophie exchanged incredibly bewildered looks. Wilson looked just as confused.

"Either you need something from one of us, or you're avoiding HER," Chase remarked, jutting his head at Cuddy, who was still walking towards them.

"Why would you be avoiding Cuddy?" Wilson asked House, intrigued.

"Either she wants sex or Clinic hours from me," House said. "Not really interested in the latter."

At this point, Cuddy had reached them, wearing a concerned smile on her face.

"How's the ankle?" she asked Chase.

"Just a bad sprain. But it's a good thing you gave me a few days off. I won't be able to stand in the OR for quite a while," Chase said as convincingly as he could.

Sophie pursed her lips together to avoid laughing out loud.

"Dr. Chase. are you trying to weasel me out of more vacation days?" Cuddy asked with a smirk.

Chase shrugged. "…Technically, they'd be sick days…" he said playfully.

"I'll give you the rest of the week," she acquiesced, smiling.

Chase smiled, waggling his eyebrows at House in a slightly triumphant manner.

"But then I'm going to find something ELSE for you around here besides surgery," Cuddy said.

"Don't think that just because you slept with her that you're special," House said to him.


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After Sophie had gone with Chase to the pharmacy to fill his prescriptions, House, Cuddy and Wilson went with them to the parking garage. Wilson placed Chase's crutches in the back seat as Sophie had helped Chase into the passenger side of the car.

"Call if you need anything," Wilson told them.

Chase and Sophie thanked Wilson before they drove away. Wilson then walked away and back into the hospital, leaving House and Cuddy alone in the parking garage.

"We need to talk," Cuddy said to House once Wilson was out of earshot.

House didn't reply, keeping his gaze on Chase's silver Lexus, watching it drive away.

"Who do I have to screw to get a car like that?" House asked, completely avoiding Cuddy's statement.

"Me," Cuddy replied. "And stop deflecting. You can't expect us to go on like business as usual after what you said last night."

"I said a lot of things last night," House said casually.

Cuddy's eyes almost popped out of her head at House's glib response.

"YOU ASKED ME IF I WANTED TO GET PREGNANT!" Cuddy exclaimed.

"No, I asked you if you thought that I could get you pregnant in that POSITION. Big difference," House pointed out.

"Don't play semantics with me," Cuddy told him angrily.

"You got another game in mind? I was always good at checkers," House said in a deadpanned voice before beginning to limp away from her.

"This isn't going to go away just because you do!" Cuddy stated as she followed him back into the hospital.

"Gotta go! Incredibly sick people waiting for the only person who can save them!" House called out over his shoulder, not looking back at her.


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A few moments later, House and Cuddy had come back inside the hospital.

Having no interest in continuing her conversation with House in front of Wilson, she merely began walking back towards the Clinic area.

Wilson was sitting on the couch, seemingly deep in thought when House walked past him.

"C'mon. I feel like a bagel," House muttered to him.

Wilson looked up and nodded to House absentmindedly.

But as he walked down the hallway with his friend, he couldn't shake off the conversation that he had with his sister a few minutes ago.

As long as Wilson had known Chase, he had always known him as a soft- spoken man.

In fact, he had never even heard of Chase raising his voice to anyone.

Not even House.

TBC…