Summary: House discovers that Chase has a secret. Will Chase let him help?
Rating: M for minor sexual themes, and minor adult themes.
Pairings: Established HouseChase, SLASH
Characters: OOC R. Chase, OOC G. House
Status: One-shot chapters
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of self-harm.
Author's Note: Hello! I'm pretty sure I'm the only one left in the House fandom but this is just a little hurt!Chase story that's been in my mind for a while. I will be adding one-shot chapters to this.

Through Sickness and In Health

Chase sat in the bathtub, knees to his chest, feeling the hot water from the shower spray down his back. He was holding his razor in his hands, the silver blades glittering in the spray of water. It was so tempting for him to break the razor and use the small blades against his skin. Chase spread his leg out in front himself, softly tracing the scar tissue from years of self-hatred. He felt tears come to his eyes as he felt the urge again. He didn't know why he felt the need to cut anymore. He was in a happy relationship of almost 2 years with House, whom he had been fantasising over for years – since his interview to become a fellow. He had only cut once or twice since House and he had started dating, and the cuts were small enough to claim that they were from the neighbour's cat. House didn't know about his 'issue'. It wasn't that he didn't trust him, of course he did, but this was his only escape when things got too hard. He didn't want that taken away from him. And now was one of those times. Foreman was on his back about some clinic hours that he hadn't done last week, more than one patient from the clinic had refused to have him as a doctor because they had heard that he was gay, and a patient on steroids had punched him in the face.

'A couple cuts won't be too bad. It's just to help.' He reasoned with himself. He skilfully took the blades out of the razor, years of practice making it a quick job. He placed the small piece of silver on his hip, where his boxer briefs would cover the injury, pulling the blade across his skin multiple times. He stopped counting after ten. He had to choke back the sobs, not wanting House to hear him, even though the sound of the shower would have covered the cries. Once he felt a little better, he watched the blood turn to pink colour from the water. Deciding he had spent too long in the bathroom, he washed the blood away before shutting the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist – after making sure the bleeding had stopped. He made his way to the bedroom, hearing House in the kitchen fixing dinner. Chase was quick to pull his underwear on, just in case House walked in. He pulled on a pair of socks and pyjama pants, deciding to stay shirtless and leaving his hair to air dry, before going to join his boyfriend in the kitchen. House turned his head as he heard Chase pad quietly into the room.

"Hey." He greeted, noting the redness of his lover's eyes, but choosing not to mention it, before turning back to the pasta.

"Hi." Chase replied quietly, making himself busy by making coffee. House could tell that his lover wasn't feeling great, so he walked up to him and gave him a hug from behind. He felt Chase tense for a second, before melting in House's embrace. Chase turned and wrapped his arms around House's waist, burying his face in the older man's shoulder.

"What's the matter, baby?" House asked, rubbing soothing circle on Chase's bare back. He felt Chase shrug against him, and heard him take a shuddery breath.

"I'm just tired, I guess." Chase whispered into House's neck, trying to swallow the sudden lump in his throat. "I love you."

"I love you too." House hugged the Aussie tighter, concerned. He pulled away from Chase a little, putting their foreheads against each other. "You would tell me if anything was bothering you, right?" Chase nodded, giving him a small smile. House kissed him gently on the lips, before pulling him in for another tight hug. "Good." Chase snuggled closer into House, just wanting to feel loved. He felt safe in his arms, like nothing could hurt him. House pressed his lips softly onto the top of Chase's head, the blonde hair tickling his nose. Chase allowed himself a few more moments of comfort before pulling away regretfully. He latched onto House's hand though, not willing to give up all physical contact just yet.

"The pastas gonna burn." He told the older man, pulling him across the kitchen.

CHASEHOUSE

After the couple had finished eating, they were now watching a bad movie together, Chase curled up at House's side like a kitten. He was feeling a lot better than he was before, but he just wanted to be touching House. The older doctor had an arm wrapped around the Australian's shoulders, and instead of watching the movie, was watching his lover doze. Chase had one hand loosely holding one of his, and the other had a fist full of House's tshirt. House would never admit it to anyone, but he found it pretty damn cute. House had been worried for his boyfriend earlier, seeing the tear-rimmed eyes before dinner, and feeling how tightly he had been held by the Aussie. But he seemed to have cheered up since then, but he would make sure to keep a close eye on him. He ran a hand lightly through the long blonde hair lightly, making Chase stir. Chase looked up at House with bleary eyes, and gave him a drunking smile.

"Hi." He snuggled closer to his source of heat.

"Hey." House returned the smile. "How 'bout we go to bed? You look pretty tired."

"I can think of something else I'd rather do in the bedroom." Chase moved his hand slowly down House's leg, and giving his groin a gentle squeeze. House moaned. Chase got up, straddling House, and giving him a strong kiss, moaning at the pleasure. House moaned into Chase's mouth, deepening the kiss, his erection growing at the sudden grinding of Chase's hips.

"Let's take this into the bedroom." House breathes heavily, pushed Chase off him gently, before dragging him down the hall. Chase began undressing House as the made their way down the hall. Chase made sure the light was off before taking his clothes off. House was quick to push his lover onto the bed in the darkness, giving his a lust-filled kiss.

CHASEHOUSE

House awoke to Chase lightly drawing patterns on his chest with his finger. He stretched out happily, running a hand through the blonde hair, still covered in sweat from the night before.

"Morning, baby." He greeted his young Australian. Chase looked up at him from his spot – curled up at House's side – and smiled at him.

"Hi." Chase shivered as House rubbed a hand up and down his side. "What are we going to do today?" he asked, purring slightly at the pleasure he was getting from House. It was Saturday, so they didn't have to go to work. House kissed his lips, continuing to rub his hand up and down his lover.

"Well, I was thinking that we could – what the…" his voice trailed off as his hand brushed against raised, jagged skin on Chase's hip, where it should have been smooth. "What's this?" Chase barely had time to register what was happening as House pulled back the duvet, revealing Chase's naked body, and focusing on the self-inflicted cuts on his lover's tanned hip. "What the hell, Chase? What did you do?!" Chase was quick to get up and pull on the boxer briefs from last night, which had been discarded on the floor. How could he be so stupid!

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." He sent a grin in House's direction as he pulled a tshirt over his head.

"If it's 'nothing', then you won't care if I look at it." House sat himself on the edge of bed, reaching over to Chase, and pulled him over by his tshirt. Chase shook his head nervously.

"Seriously, Greg. It's nothing to worry about."

"Robbie." House said sternly. Chase sighed.

"Fine." He whispered, accent thickening with anxiety. House gently pulled down the waistband of the Aussie's underwear enough to reveal the cuts. He traced them gently, noticing how Chase was shaking slightly.

"Oh, Robbie." House said quietly, pulling Chase down beside him.

"I'm sorry." Chase whispered, staring at his lap, playing with the hem of his tshirt.

"What made you do it?" House asked gently. "Why didn't you talk to me instead?" he wrapped an arm around Chase's waist, pulling the young doctor closer. Chase shrugged.

"I…it's just always been a part of my life…it helps…" he whispered, scared that House was going to break up with him. "This is the first time since we've together that I've done it though!" he was quick to add, choosing not to mention the 'cat attacks'.

"How long have you been hurting yourself?" House asked carefully, not wanting to upset Chase. Chase fiddled with his tshirt some more.

"Um…since I was 12/13, I guess…" he mumbled, feeling uncomfortable. He stood up quickly, putting as much distance between himself and House as he could in the small bedroom. "Look, can we just forget about this? I won't do it again, and it shouldn't have happened in the first place. It was a moment of weakness, and I know it's pathetic but it happened and we can't change that, so can we forget about it?" he rambled, pacing nervously, running his hands through his hair. House stood and limped awkwardly over to his boyfriend, wrapping him in a comforting hug.

"You know I can't do that." Chase struggled against him, but House just held him tighter. "I can't stand by, not doing anything, while you continue to hurt yourself."

"But I'm not, Greg!" Chase finally freed himself, pushing roughly against the older man. "I told you! It's the first time in two years that I've done it, and it's also the last time!" Chase pulled on a pair of jeans quickly before making his way out of the bedroom angrily. House hobbled after him, not bothering to pull on any clothes.

"You don't know that, Robbie! What if you want to do it again? What if you go too far?" House followed the younger man into the kitchen. "I don't want to lose you, Robbie." He said the last part quietly, voice thick with emotion. Chase stopped in his tracks, turning on his heel to face his lover.

"You won't lose me, Greg." He took hold of House's hands. "I can promise you that."

"We have to talk about this." House whispered. Chase signed.

"There's nothing to talk about! I won't do it again! I don't want to do it again." Chase squeezed House's hands. House could see that the Australian wasn't going to budge, so he decided on a compromise.

"Okay…but you have to promise one thing."

"Anything."

"You have to tell me if you want to hurt yourself again. Even if it's the smallest urge." Chase blinked.

"Greg…"

"Please, Robbie." House pleaded. "I want to help. I can't lose you." Tears came to his eyes.

"Okay, I promise." Chas whispered. House wrapped his arms around Chase's waist, pulling him close.

"Thank you." Chase placed his lips softly on House's.

"I love you, Greg."

"I love you too."