Disclaimer: I do not own House... *sadface*
AN: This is hopefully going to be a chapter length, slightly epic fic.
So, review and let me know how you feel about it!
"I swear to God, you are the most self-absorbed person I have ever met!"
"Oh, I figured that they would have taught you not to take the lord's name in vain at the seminary." The young blonds face turned a humorous shade of rubicund and he threw his arms above his head.
"You are irritable and childish!"The older man simply turned towards his computer and proceeded to plug in his ipod.
"Is that all? If so, run off like a good little wombat and do my clinic duty."
"What's wrong, Chase," Cameron asked for the umpteenth time.
"Nothing, for the tenth time." Cameron let a look of hurt fleet across her face before crossing her arms over her chest and cocking her head to the side.
"Sorry for asking, no need to bite my head off."Chase knew he should apologize, but shook the idea away and went back to what he was doing.
"Okay, Cameron and Foreman, go tell the patient's parents we need their consent to open up their kiddie and Chase, you stay put." Chase suppressed a groan and poured himself a cup of coffee.
"What do you want, House?"
"A new cane, sex, the ability to run a marathon. The list goes on and on," House mocked with a wave of his hand.
"If you just asked me to stay here so you could mock me, then I am going to go help the others." House didn't protest and Chase took that as a silent 'okay'.Before he could walk out the door, however, House spoke.
"No, stay here."