It had been four years since the diagnostics team at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital had broken up. Dr. Chase had been the first to leave, he had gone home to Australia, Dr. Cameron had soon moved to Chicago while Dr. Foreman had moved to L.A. Dr. House had stayed ever vigilant torturing Dr. Cuddy at PPTH.

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"Honey, do you know where my briefcase is?"

Dr. Allison Cameron-Healy, though she still went by Dr. Cameron, rolled her eyes in the humour of her husband's forgetfulness. With a small laugh, she pointed towards the bed and said, "Rode, it's under the bed."

Rode Healy grinned at his wife of one and a half years. "Thanks, babe."

Though Rode wasn't a doctor, he was actually in advertising, Cameron was very proud of him. She had met him shortly after she had moved to Chicago and they had hit it off right away.

When she heard the phone ring a second later, she quickly picked it up and said: "Hello?"

"Cameron?"

She frowned, this voice sounded both familiar and strange at the same time. "Yes," she said warily.

"Cameron this is House."

Cameron was shocked to say the least. House hadn't contacted her at all, other then the Christmas card that she got every year in July because he thinks that that is funny, since she left. She wondered instantly why he was calling.

"House, what's going on? Why are you calling me? You never call me."

"Whoa, slow down, don't overheat yourself." House said stoically.

"House."

"Listen, I'm sorry for calling you at home," House finally sighed.

Cameron frowned; she couldn't imagine why House would ever say sorry for anything, the man doesn't know how to admit wrongdoings.

"Chase is dead, Cameron."

Cameron paled drastically and her hand flew to her mouth. "What, how….but he is only thirty one years old!"

"I think you mean he was only thirty one years old." House replied and Cameron couldn't believe how insensitive he sounded. "Cameron, I want you to come to his funeral. It's at Saint Margaret's Catholic Church in Melbourne on Wednesday. Can you come?"

"Of course I'm coming, House," Cameron said, still trying to comprehend that Chase was dead while mentally copying down the church name in her head. "Will you tell me what happened to him?"

"I'll tell you when you get here, before the funeral." House said.

"You are already in Australia?" Cameron asked.

"Yeah, I flew out yesterday. Chase's best friend Stephanie called me to tell me what happened.

"I'll call your cell on Tuesday when I get there, is it still the same as it used to be?" Cameron asked.

"Yeah, 496-2086, got it?"

"Yeah," Cameron replied, copying the number down on an old envelope. "I'll see you soon."

"Yeah,"

Cameron sighed as she hung up the phone, tears slipping down her cheeks as she collapsed in shock on the bed.

Rode looked at her sadly, "What happened?" he asked. He had heard a lot about House and Chase and Foreman and her life at PPTH.

"Chase died," Cameron whispered.

Rode's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Ally," he said sitting down next to her and putting his arm around her shoulders.

"He was so young, only thirty one. He's younger then I am for crying out loud." Cameron sniffed.

"I know, honey, its okay."

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"Dr. Foreman telephone line one, Dr. Foreman line one, thank you,"

Dr. Eric Foreman turned away from his patient, not even thinking about politely excusing himself before he walked away to the reception desk and picked up the phone, pressing line one and saying, "This is Dr. Foreman."

"You are so conceited."

Foreman frowned, who would say that to…he grinned and rolled his eyes. "Hello, House,"

"Even after four years your head is still too big for the rest of your body. Gain some weight in your middle to balance it out." House replied.

"What are you doing calling, you never call. The most I ever hear from you is when I get my Christmas card in July." Foreman asked, leaning against the desk.

"I want to invite you on a little vacation," House said.

"A vacation?" Foreman said in disbelief, "What are you talking about?" he asked.

"You know, you, me, Cameron, a nice church, sounds like fun, don't it?" House said.

"Church? Cameron?" Foreman didn't think that even through his three years working with House that he had ever been as confused as he was right now. "What, not Chase? I'd think that he would be the one wanting to go to church."

"Well it was Chase that invited us," House said.

"So he will be there, too?" Foreman asked.

"Yeah, you'll recognize him right away; he'll be the one in the expensive coffin."

Foreman was completely taken aback. "C-coffin?" he asked, praying silently that he had heard wrong. Sure, he and Chase hadn't exactly been really close but they had been mild friends and he certainly didn't want to think that the young blonde had died.

"Yeah," House's voice got softer and suddenly Foreman knew that House was no longer joking. Chase was dead. "Don't make me say the words." House said delicately.

"Chase is dead," Foreman said, less of a question and more him trying to get the words through his brain.

"His funeral is at Saint Margaret's Catholic Church in Melbourne on Wednesday. Will I see you there?" House asked.

Foreman shook out of his reverie. "Yeah, I'll be there." He said. "House, how did he die?"

"I'll tell you when you get here," House said, "I'll see you on Tuesday." House hung up and Foreman was standing there dumbfounded for a moment before he put down the phone.

"Are you alright, Dr. Foreman?" the nurse, Hanna, asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I will be fine." He whispered as he made his way to his office down the hall. He didn't even bother turning on the light as he walked in. He just went and sat at his desk and turned his desk lamp on, reaching into his top drawer and pulling out a framed picture of the diagnostics team. Chase stood-hair in his eyes-and for the first time, Foreman actually really looked at him. Chase's eyes looked haunted to him and he wonders why he never noticed it before. Unlike the others in the picture, Chase's smile seemed forced and Foreman remembered back and quickly realized that all of Chase's smiles had always seemed forced.

He sighed.

"Rest in peace, Robert," He whispered.

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