Chapter One
Doctor Robert Chase, of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in New Jersey, had just started his second month as Head of Diagnostics at the hospital. Although he enjoyed being head of the best diagnostics department in the country, and possibly the world, he felt he was being looked down on. It seemed all the staff, however much they claimed to despise House, actually missed him.
*Bzzzzzzzzzz*
Chase's doorbell buzzed. Sometimes he wished he had control over the sound level of it, as he grabbed his pillow and placed it over his ears to try and muffle the sound.
He looked at the clock. 6Am. Who the hell could it be at this time?
He got up, and went to get his gown. It was blue, with the Australian flag sewn onto the back. Slowly he trudged his way towards the door of his apartment, and shouted "Who is it?"
"Chase, it's me"
"Wilson? What the hell are you doing here!?" Chase yelled
"I really need to talk to you. Right now" Wilson replied.
"Ok then, come on in" Chase answered politely.
"So what brings you here Wilson?" Chase inquired.
"It's a long, long story, and please, call me James" Wilson replied.
"Continue" Chase said
"It's House. I think his leg pain is not actually because of what he was diagnosed with. I think it's something else. But I don't know what, and since you're the new head of the diagnostics department, I was wondering if you…you know…could diagnose him?"
"Whoa, wait there mate" Chase said "I know Foreman was trying to tell me House was alive but…but…seriously?"
"Yes Robert, he's alive" Wilson answered
The use of Chase's first name somehow made him realise how serious this was.
"I really don't know, Wil-I mean James. This means House is a fugitive and how would I be able to treat him in the hospital where he used to fucking work!?" Chase said, his voice getting louder.
"That's why I need your team. Taub is a plastic surgeon. He can help to change House's appearance. Foreman is a neurologist; he might be able to find what's wrong with House." Wilson pleaded.
"I really don't know James, I'll pay for a hotel for you, I'll think, I promise" Chase said calmly.
"Thank you so much, Chase" Wilson said happily.
That night, Chase got no sleep whatsoever. All he could think about was what Wilson wanted. Sure, everyone 'said' they hated House, but Chase actually slightly liked him. He also couldn't stop thinking about how he would be treating a fugitive, he could get caught!
Eventually, he managed to go to sleep, but was even dreaming about the issue.
