A now 18 year old Jacey Johnsons is sitting on the transit bus, waiting for her arrival to Tuft's Medical School. Her head is leaning against the window, reminiscing about the past year and a half of her life.

"Dr. Chase, 16 year old female, in active labor!"

He comes running to the wheelchair and looks down at the young girl in obvious pain.

"How far apart are the contractions... Miss?"

"Johnsons, Jacey Johnsons!" She finishes for him. "6 minutes," She manages to answer through a contraction.

"Okay, I know, we're going to get you upstairs to delivery, just hang in there. Dr. Cuddy, where are her parents?"

She shakes her head, "She came here alone."

UPSTAIRS

"Miss Johnsons, your contractions are close and you're almost fully dialated... You'll probably deliver within a couple of hours."

She nods wincing in pain.

"Is there anyone I can call for you, Miss?"

"No, I'll be okay." She answers as a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Do you want me to get one of the nurses to come in here and stay with you?"

No answer, she nods. She then slowly grabs his sleeve. "Will you stay? Please."

Dr Chase grabs a chair and brings it beside her bed.

"Yeah. If you want, I can for a while."

"Thank you." She half smiles.

"No problem."

5 minutes pass then Jacey suddenly leans foreward in immense pain.

"Are you okay, having a contracion?"

"Owww! Yes, it really hurts."

"Just breathe, lean back. I'm going to check you."

A minute later.

"Miss Johnsons, you're fully dialated, I'm going to have to ask you to push for me."

She nodds. Sweat is pouring down her face. Meanwhile Dr. Cuddy comes into the room to help out.

"It's okay Jacey." She comforts.

"It's a boy." Chase says smiling.

"Congradulations." Dr. Cuddy says, smiling.

"Thank you." She says with a sign of relief.

The bus stops and the sign reads Trenton.

Jacey's head lifts up off the window. 5 more hours she thought to herself. She takes out her iPod and turns it on, putting up her hoodm she leans her head against the window and closes her eyes.

"What are you going to name him?" Chase asks.

"Charlie, after my dad, and Robert, for my bf's middle name."

He smiles. "Good name. I'm going to take him to the nursery to get cheked out. Bring him back soon."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." He says smiling.

"See ya soon, Charlie." She says as Chase rolls him out of the room.

4 Months Later

"Dr Robert Chase, can I have a word with you?"

"Can I help you with something?"

"As a matter of fact, you can. I have a new position for you."

He looks curiously at her. "New position, eh."

"Plainsboro High School, you'll be teaching an honors Anatomy and Physiology class to seniors."

A shocked expression runs across his face.

"You've got to be joking! I'm not qualified to teach!" He says loudly.

"You have your doctrit, you're more than qualified to teach."

"But I've never taught before!" He yells even louder.

"Impressive. You seem to be good at that." She said walking away. "Oh, by the way, you start in two weeks. Good luck."

"Good morning, Chase." House said half-smiling.

"Hi." Chase says with a glum look.

"My, don't you seem cheery this morning, it must be contagious." He says sarcastically.

"Yeah, don't look surprised, like you don't know."

Everyone looks at Chase cluelessly.

"Okay, you got me. Now what? You're finally coming out of the cloest? It's about time. No, wait you're married that would be awkward for Cameron."

"Cuddy got me a new teaching position at the local high school."

House starts cracking up and Chase glares at him.

"Yeah, if it was funny I'd be laughing too."

"Wait, you're serious." House stops laughing grabs his cane and walks out the door.

"Cuddy!" House yells. She comes out of her office.

"I take it Chase told you."

"Yeah, he did. Why are you doing this to me?! I can't do my job well without a member of my team!"

"Wow, I didn't know you cared so much."

"You know what I mean, Cuddy."

"You'll survive. It's one class a day from 12:30-2:00. You'll have your precious Chase in the early mornings, late afternoons, and evenings, but from 12:30-2:00 he's off your clock!"

"Cuddy!"

"House, get over it!"

"Yeah, I'll get over it. Get over it my ass! Get him off this new position!" He angrily yells.

"Can't do that. I have a meeting, we'll talk later." As she walks away, House angrily walks back to his office.