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House's cell phone rang, startling out of his sleep. He glanced at the clock as he picked up the phone from the nightstand. 3:01 Am. He groaned and answered.

"What?" He demanded snappishly. He sat up in bed hoping there was a good reason to wake him up at this godforsaken hour.

"Come to the hospital. Now." Cuddy's voice rang sharply in his ears as she hung up, giving him no option but to get dressed and go see what she wanted.

House sat down in the seat of his car, wondering what was so important that Cuddy couldn't tell him over the phone. Momentarily he thought something had happened to Wilson but no…surely Wilson had fallen asleep hours ago…

When House walked into the hospital he quickly was confronted by Cuddy, her face makeup-less her eyes red rimmed. House bit his lip, hoping nothing had happened to Wilson.

"What's so important I have to be here at 3:30 in the morning?" He grumbled. Cuddy fixed him in her eyes.

"Dr. Robert Chase is…he's…"

"Dead?" House supplied, hoping that he was wrong. To his relief Cuddy shook her head

"No…he….they….they found him in an alley….behind a bar….beat half to death…." House was stunned. For a moment he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Chase….beat…left for dead? It didn't make sense.

"Your serious?" He asked. She nodded. House continued. "Then why the heck did you call me?!" Cuddy answered curtly

"Because he asked for you." She turned and walked off, presumably towards Chase's room. House was shock for a moment.

Why in the world would wombat want to talk to me? After overcoming his shook, House followed.

When he entered the room he was surprised that he felt sorry for the aussie. Slowly Chase opened his eyes and turned his gaze towards Greg.

"Hey…" He said weakly, trying to smile but his lip had been split in the fight and he winced in pain. House sat down in a plastic white chair and looked at him.

"You better have a darn good reason for waking me up. Couldn't you have gotten beaten up earlier, when I was awake?" Chase didn't reply only looking down at his sheets. House sighed, not wanting to know why Chase had asked for him.

"What happened? Who beat you up?" If anyone's going to beat up my wombat then it's going to be me. House decided. Chase closed his eyes looking down at his blanket.

"I don't really remember" He began, his soft Australian accent sounding meek "The last thing I remember was talking to someone….next thing I know I'm in the hospital…and all bandaged up…" House blinked at him in surprise.

"You don't remember the fight at all?" Chase shook his head softly.

"Nope. Nothing. "House stared at him.

"What hurts? Symptoms?" Chase stared at him in mild shook.

"House I'm fine…I just got the crap beat outta me that's all…" House glared at him. Do you remember asking for me?" Chase looked at him incredulously.

"Why would I ask for you?" House rolled his eyes.

"Because you secretly love me. So…You don't remember asking for me at all…and yet Cuddy claims you did." Chase sighed heavily and rubbed the side of his head.

'Maybe I did ask for you. How should I know…They gave me pain killers and I was half asleep anyway…I could have asked for anyone and not have remembered it." House looked at him suspiciously.

"You sure your fine?" he asked as he stood. Chase rolled his eyes

"House! I'm fine! Just let me sleep!" House was mildly surprised my the uncharacteristic outburst.

"Fine. But if this interferes with your job then I'm going to turn you into a patient and make you were those nice paper gowns…or maybe I'll make you were the paper gown anyway..." House laughed to himself as he walked out but still couldn't shake the feeling that maybe Chase wasn't fine….

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A. Thorne (in the sides of many!)