Chapter 1: The Brit - Spike

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It was a normal day at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, or so everyone thought. Chase sat doing his crossword puzzle, Cameron was once again checking House's mail, and Foreman was looking over the most recent brain research. House in his usual happy mood limped into the office and threw a file onto the table. "A twenty-five year old female presents with psychotic behavior and intermittent comas. Diagnosis."

Chase of course stated the obvious as he looked over the file with the others. "She probably had too many shock treatments."

The Neurologist felt the need to turn down the theory. "Unless she got shock treatment in the Forties I doubt it. From her file it looks like she might have a clot."

"She would have had a stroke or been dead by now. Plus she has a fever."

House looked at Cameron. "It's that time year when people get the flu, so that probably accounts for the fever." House looked at his Ducklings; they were out of it. "Since you're all being useless – Foreman and Chase, go get a CT scan and find out if she's on any cool drugs. Cameron, get a family history. Now scat!"

They went off to do their duties. Cameron had a somewhat difficult time getting the family history, since the patient started to go into another coma and was being highly uncooperative. Probably since the patient, Faith was highly suspicious of others. Chase got the tox screen and went back to the Diagnosis office. "She is clear for everything, low Vitamin K, but not low enough for any serious problems."

House was playing with his yo-yo, when a ticked off Cuddy walked into the office. "Do you know the definition of pushing the limit?"

"Apparently not. Would it help if I said I have no idea what you're talking about?"

Cuddy went into the hall and came back with someone pushing a dolly with a keg on it. "Cuddy, honestly I didn't order this."

"If only I got a nickel for every time I heard that?"

The Deliveryman looked at Cuddy and decided to try speaking. "Um…this is actually supposed to be for a Dr. Chase."

House and Cuddy looked at a stunned Chase. "I didn't order it." Cuddy let out a scream of annoyance and left the office.

"Sorry, but I need someone to sign for this."

Annoyed House limped over and did. "Care to explain?"

"I didn't order it. Even if I did I wouldn't have it delivered here. The only person who would do that is…" Chase's face went pale at his thought.

"Is who?" Suddenly with out any apparent reason a boom sounded throughout the office, making Chase jump and nearly hit his head on the ceiling. House slightly twitched and looked at the once keg. It had expanded and split into two pieces, revealing that there was nothing in it. "That was loud."

Cameron and Foreman, who had just walked in, looked at Chase and then House. Cameron looked at the keg then House. "What did you do?"

"Talk to the Brit. It was his keg."

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not British."

From behind Cameron and Foreman came a voice. "But I am. You still haven't figured out how to open those yet, Robbie?"

"Don't call me Robbie, William."

Cameron moved apart to show a tall lean man with bleach blond hair in a leather trench coat. "Fine, Robert."

"Thank you, Spike. Now what the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"Well…I was sitting in a pub back home, when I realized that your birthday was coming up. So, I bought you an empty keg. Then I realized I wanted to see your face when it exploded. Long story short, here I am."

"You're insane mate. Remind me why I a friends with you."

"I supply the booze." Spike said while corking a scarred eyebrow.

"That's true… Maybe a little too true?"

Spike went over to Chase and reached his hand out. He paused and then turned to look at House and the others. "Turn around you can't see the secret handshake."

Cameron raised an eyebrow. "You have a secret handshake?"

Spike leered at Cameron. "Well, maybe you can see, love." Cameron gave Spike the 'oh please' look. Spike shrugged. "It was worth a try. Now turn around, love." Cameron turned around and crossed her arms. Spike looked at the other two doctors. "That means you, too."

House and Foreman gave in and turned around. Instead of doing a handshake, Chase and Spike simply walked out the door and down the hall. Inside the office, Foreman was the first to turn around and notice the wombat and friend gone. "Um…they're gone."

House looked at the clock. "I wonder who the wombat's friend is. See you tomorrow."

Cameron was walking out of the elevator when she saw Chase and his friend talking and walking out the door. She found it kind of strange. It was probably since she had never thought of Chase having friends. He was just a stuck up rich person to her.

Chase began to talk casually to his old… well, not old, because that would make him old… He began to speak with his friend. "Did your Drusilla come?"

"No. She's not with me." There was a short pause and Chase could tell something was very wrong. Spike didn't say anything about the subject, instead turning to Chase and giving him a wide grin. "You know, mate, this is depressing. Let's go get smashingly drunk."

Chase grinned back just as widely to Spike. "I can do that." With that they headed out the door. Chase usually hated getting drunk. He had grown up taking care of someone who was always drunk, but with Spike, it was different. Spike knew about his Mum and her problems. When Chase got drunk with Spike, it was not to avoid life. It was just two friends catching up and remembering old times.