Hey everyone, this is my first House M.D fanfic. btw, due to a couple of recent reviews, I think I should state that the character House is OOC for most of this fanfic. I just couldn't seem to get him to fit well with Chase acting the way he normally does on the show... plus maybe it's just me wanting House to have a softer side... but then he wouldn't be the House we know. Also, btw, I am new to the TV show (and I love it!) so I have probably messed up some parts of the characters so think of this story as my interpretation of some of the more recent episodes... I don't know a lot about Chase nor his background but if I decide to write more House/Chase fanfics, I will try and get my facts straight. It's just he and House are my fave characters! However, this fanfic was purely a release of creative energy to help me sleep and, quite frankly, I am not that happy with it but I hope some people enjoy it!

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Chapter 1

"OK, we have a patient… where's Chase?" ask House, thumping the file down on the coffee table.

"Huh?" Cameron looked up.

"Chase? You know, that small, blonde guy who you work with. Where is he?"

"No idea."

"Humph," House muttered, "if he doesn't get here in thirty seconds-"

"You'll give me a months work of clinic duty," finished the man in question as he swept through the door and dropped his bag.

"Ah, the Brit graces us with his presence."

"Australian."

"Australian, my mistake," House gave a mock bow, "now, can we get to work? Cameron, go check on that guy who had the liver problem. If he is better, kick him out. If not… give him the medicine and then kick him out. Foreman, there is a new patient downstairs who is complaining of strong stomach pains. Sort him out and then get him out." The two set off. Chase got up to follow them but House called him back. "Chase, in my office, now."

Chase sighed, walked into his bosses office and sat down. Here we go he thought.

"Now are we going to play twenty questions again or are you just going to tell me?"

"I told you-"

"So it's twenty questions. OK, I start. Animal, vegetable or mineral?"

"House I told you yesterday. My car broke down-"

"Cut the crap. Your car broke down a couple of months ago and you still arrived on time. Now, you have been late everyday for the past week."

Chase made no answer.

"Chase?" House's voice was softer, "what's going on?"

No answer.

"Fine, you're on clinic duty for two weeks."

Chase looked up. He suddenly stood up, strode over to the older man and crushed his lips against his.

An instant later he broke away and smiled. "I'd better get on to that clinic work, no?"

And he walked out, leaving House speechless but not for long, "Fine, you can make it a week and six days!"

Chase tossed him a smile over his shoulder as he picked up his bag and left… and House was left alone… with a lot to think about.