I thought this would be good to start with. A Chase Fanfic, and remember, I DON'T OWN HOUSE!

Robert walked into the lobby on the quiet Monday morning. Staying up all night had definitely not been a good idea. He had forgotten his coffee, so he was even more tired than he should have been. It hurt to move, and his eyelids drooped. His efforts to keep them open weren't working, and his exhaustion was getting in the way of his concentration. He sleepily made his way into his workspace, muttered, "Morning," and sat down. He waited for his boss to taunt him as usual, but the taunt hadn't come. He made an effort to open his eyes, and realized why it hadn't come. There was nobody there! He looked at his watch. It said 6:30 AM! Apparently Cuddy had left the door open in case someone needed to get in or out. And he had just happened to stumble through it. He decided so sort the mail to keep himself busy until 8:00, at least until he closed his eyes again. House, House, Cameron, House, complaint about House... His eyes gradually closed until the messy room around him became black.

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"Get up, Australian moron!"

Robert quickly woke up to see his boss, Dr. Gregory House standing above him. "Huh? What happened? What did I do wrong?" He wondered what was wrong as his boss stood over him with a snotty smirk on his face. He remembered he had come too early, and looked at his watch. It was 7:30. What was House doing here so early? Didn't he normally like to sleep in? And why was his cane by his chair? What was happening? Was it a dream? He pinched himself, and surely enough, he was awake. Oh, great! What the hell is he taking this time? Heroin, maybe?

House glared at him. "Cuddy came at 7:00. She saw you asleep in here, a pile of papers next to you. Why the hell were you here this early? Look at yourself! You moron, what were you thinking? Mr. Sleepy want to operate? Does he want to do a brain biopsy? And what the hell were the papers?"

"Oh." Robert looked at his clothes. He was wearing a poison green tie, an orange shirt, white pants, two different shoes, and as he felt his hair he felt it was raised in tufts. "Oh. Anyway, that's the mail, sorted in to five stacks; one for each of us and complaints about you. Anyways, I guess I should go to Cuddy and apologize. Sorry." He smoothed his hair and walked out of the place the fellows usually worked.

On his walk to Cuddy's office, a nurse ran up to him and said, "Chase, are you okay? You look sick!" he recounted his story, and then he moved on. The rest of it was pretty uneventful, except for the wrestling his mind was going through. Should I have just gone home? Should I have decided that it was too early and go for coffee and donuts at an early place? What should I say to Cuddy? Apologize sweetly, and then offer to buy her lunch? Or say I'm sorry and walk out? Ugh, the decisions! I hate this! He reached the Dean's office, paused at the door. He walked in and waited to see what would happen.

A/N This is my first fanfic. Hope you like it; give me honest reviews. I like to know!