''Chase, wait for second, I have to talk to you.''

The head of diagnostics still tried to flee from the dean of medicine, waving a folder to him.

''Please give it to the team, if it is a case, I will be back within half an hour.'' Without waiting for an answer, he walked outside, sprinting to his car.

Foreman threw the folder on the desk. ''I don't know where you are going, but you better be back in half an hour, if it is so important.'' He mumbled, to himself, knowing Chase already had to be near his car.

Chase threw the bag on the backseat and drove away from the parking lot as fast as he could. Usually, he was okay with staying longer if there was a case, but not on Thursday. On Thursday, he had had to be home before six, when his wife Emily left for work and before Jensen could break down the house. Their son was absolutely adorable, smart but also had troubles with being alone. Gladly, he was in time, Emily was just leaving. ''Good luck, I know how long the nightshift always seems to take.'' He gave her a fast kiss and lifted up his three year old son.

''Hey Jens, did you know it is not Muppets evening, tonight, but Happy meal and Doctors night?''

Emily frowned. ''You have to go back to the hospital?'' Chase nodded, grabbing a bag, throwing some of Jensen's toys in. ''It won't take too long though. We started pretty early with raising him to be a doctor.''

''I will pick up some food for him, promise that I will be home in time with him. I just don't have the time to bring him to your parents in Trenton.''

''It is okay, I know he likes being around with you in the hospital. He likes to see his daddy al professional.'' She smiled, gave him one more kiss and turned to Jensen. ''Jens, be sweet to daddy.''

Chase grabbed phone, which was shaking from a message. Foreman: You have 12 more minutes.

''Are you ready, Jens?'' His son looked up to him. His blonde hair was similar to Chase's hair, a little curly. He had the same blue eyes as him and his smile resembled Robert's smile a lot.

''Is somebody sick?'' He said, looking up to his daddy in excitement.

Chase nodded. ''Yes, are you going to help me make him better?''

Jensen jumped up, grabbing his dads hand and nodding in excitement.

They walked out together, Robert happier than that they would have spent the night watching the Muppets.

….

''One happy meal with nuggets and one big mac menu.'' He usually wasn't a fan of fast food, but tonight they didn't have much of a choice, plus Jensen would have the small toy to play with.

''Oh, and four cheeseburgers.'' He added, thinking about the team, who were probably hungry as well. When he busy paying, his phone went off in the dock-in. Fast he grabbed the paper bag the woman handed him and accepted the call.

''Where are you? 31 minutes have passed since you ran out.''

''I am almost there, I will be there in a few minutes.''

''Uncle Foreman!'' Jensen yelled, pressing his hands against the car screen, as if Foreman was behind the screen.

''Hey little Chase! Are you also going to help us tonight?''

''Yes!'' Jensen said back, looking proud at his dad.

''What is so important, Foreman?''

Foreman was silent for a few seconds. ''It is a little kid, we don't know what is wrong, please be there soon.''

Chase looked at Jensen, somehow, a child being sick affected him even more now he had a little boy himself. Another child on the way. They hadn't even told Jensen he was going to be a big brother, they had just found out about it.

When they reached the hospital Chase jumped out of the car, holding Jensen's hand on the parking lot. ''What did you do in kindergarten today?'' He asked, before they reached the exit.

''I made a drawing for grandma.'' He said, proud.

He knew Emily was also working in the same building now, but on the maternity ward. Foreman was waiting for him by the desk. Jensen ran up to him. ''Foreeeeeman!''

''Hey little Aussie. ''

The three walked to the elevator together.

''His energy just never ends, does it?'' Foreman smiled.

''Oh it does, at exactly ten in the evening. I think the Duracell bunnies in his blood are done by then. He usually feels asleep by then.''

They walked into the diagnostics conference room.

''Jensen, daddy has to talk with these people first. Do you want to eat your meal at my desk and watch the kangaroo movie?'' He always had ''The Kangaroo movie'' on his laptop, in case Jensen had to come with him to work, somehow, the animation movie kept amazing him.

''Okay.'' Jensen grabbed the happy meal, tried to push the glass door open, but it was too heavy. Chase held it open, clicked on the movie very fast and moved back to the conference room.

''Sorry, I couldn't bring him to his grandparents in Trenton.'' He said pointing at the office.

He sat down and looked into the file.

''We were thinking about lupus, but they wouldn't agree on the diagnosis without your consent.''

Chase started biting his thumb nail. ''But it is never lupus…''

''What if it is lupus?'' Taub muttered. ''I know that House was always right, but what if it is lupus?"

Chase nodded. ''I think Taub might be right. I think that it is actually is Lupus.''

''You should be proud, actually diagnosing Lupus exactly five years after you became the head of diagnostics.'' Foreman said with a small smile. ''But I hope you are wrong, for the sake of the kid.''

''Uh…Chase?'' Park said, carefully pointing at the office. ''I think Jensen watched a little too much Dora the explorer.''

Chase turned around, to find his son missing from the spot behind the desk, the blindings half closed.

''You wished he looked less like his father, I know you do!'' Taub yelled while Chase ran out of the office. Chase ran with big steps over the hallway, his legs hurting, which never really went over after the stabbing five years ago, but he kept running. On the hallway of the maternity ward, he stopped running and sneaked over the hallway, looking for the little Chase, indeed, he wished Jensen looked less like him, he knew he would spent the next twelve years chasing after the boy. Not to speak about when he was going to hit puberty. But still he had the perfect son, he couldn't think of anything he didn't think was incredibly sweet or smart from his child.

''Robert?'' Emily stood behind him, her arms crossed. ''Do you know where Jensen is?''

''Sure, I was just going to ask you how late he had to be in kindergarten tomorrow.''

''That is funny, because he is actually sitting in the maternity staff room.''

Chase started to blush. ''Yeah I might kind of…lost him for minute.''

''Jensen, come here sweety, daddy is going to get you some candy in the cafeteria.''

''Thank you for promising him even more sugar, thank you.'' Chase said grinning at Emily's playful face.

''Can I sit on your shoulders?'' He said while they walked back.

''Not now.'' Chase's legs were still tired and he was too tired to lift Jensen up at all. He walked to the fending machine. ''What do you want?''

He pressed his nose against the glass. Pressed his finger against the glass pointing at some candy mix. ''That one!'' He handed it to Jensen. ''Why did you leave the office? Did you want to go to mommy?''

''No, the grumpy grandpa with the stick and the beard told me to get away from his desk. ''

Chase grabbed Jensen's hand, walking back to the office, panting.

He slammed the glass door open.

''I wasn't sure if it was a Chase junior, or if you used too much baby lotion. '' A familair voice said, playing with Ball-y

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NOTE: So…five years after his death House returns? Or is it just Chase's fantasy playing games?

Please tell me if you want this fic to be continued, I'd really appreciate to know if I should continue this storyline and I am not sure if I am going to continue before I know if you are interested! I am just really insecure about it and I wouldn't want to be flooding the site with a story nobody is interested in!

Chase's wife has the same name is in my other fanfic, but the fics are not related to each other, this just takes place five year after the series, no events in the series changed. I am just awful at making up new names and I liked Emily. Emily and Robert sounded sweet, right?