Disclaimer: I so totally own them! In my dreams maybe...You know the drill, They belong to David Shore and company...not me or you...Too bad!

A/N: Fans of Jiia-chan may recognize this idea, we came up with this idea together. Inspired by Social Studies, The French Revolution and the term 'Sans Coulette' (with out underwear). Includes Chase in a catholic uniform.

A/N: to anyone reading 'Crossover' this has absolutely nothing to do with why Chase left, and the next chapter should be up in a day or two...for both fics.

Chase hung the dry cleaners bag up in his locker. He couldn't believe he was doing this. His fifteen year, because he school just had to be different, high school reunion was coming up and he was actually going. The bag held his uniform, a semi-requirement for the reunion. The bag didn't fit and the locker and after all the trouble he went through getting it dry cleaned, he wasn't going to let it get wrinkled. He'd hang it up in the diagnostics lounge. He sunk in and hung it on the back of the door, right as House walked in.

"What's that?" asked House, making Chase jump.

"Nothing," said the young doctor turning to the table and placing his bag beside his chair.

"Really?" asked House, not at all convinced.

"Really," said Chase, pulling a cross word out of his bag.

"Then you won't mind if I take a look," said House. He limped to the bag, but Chase beat him too it, jumping from his chair with lightening speed.

"Don't!"

"Why not? Is it kinky?"

"No."

"Then move." House poked chase in the ribs with his cane, but Chase didn't move.

"House, please, it's nothing."

"It's something you seem genuinely desperate to hide from me. Move." House pushed Chases out of the way with his cane, and again, Chase didn't budge.

"House," Chase whined, growing increasingly desperate.

"I'm curious as to why this matter so much." House continued to poke Chase in the ribs; Chase continued to hold his ground.

"I'm not going to show you!" Chase yelled, but with a particularly violent jab from House's cane, his resistance was weakening.

"I can fire you," reminded House, and Chase stumbled off, holding his ribs in defeat and pain. House unzipped the bag, revealing Chase's school uniform. A white shirt with a collar and tie, a suit jacket with the school crest, pressed pants, polished shoes and knickers. House tried, without much luck, to stifle a laugh.

"Why is this here?" he asked the blushing Aussie seated behind him.

"I told you, I'm going home for my high school reunion. That," he indicated the uniform, "is required."

"Why?" asked House.

"Beats me." He watched as House grabbed the knickers out of the bag and held them in front of Chase. Chase mad a grab for them but House pulled them back at the last minute.

"House," growled the Aussie, trying to sound intimidating and failing miserable.

"Yes?" asked house in mock innocence.

"Give them back." Chase held out and expectant hand, hoping House would return the mildly embarrassing article of clothing.

"Give what back?" asked House, watching as Cameron, Foreman and Wilson filed in behind Chase, where Chase couldn't see them.

"House! Give me back my knickers!" shouted Chase, and a deafening silence fell on the room, followed by a stifled laugh from Foreman. Chase didn't turn, but House watched as his face drained of colour before flushing crimson. Chase dropped into the nearest chair, burying his face in his hands.

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