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Chase stepped out of his car looking tired and pale. As he was taking out his keys to his apartment a shadow was lurking behind him. Just as he turned the key he felt someone grab his shoulder and he shot around. Once he saw his attacker he immediately started to calm down. Standing before him was his neighbor Sara.

"Jez Bobby, why are you so jumpy today?" Sara said as she twirled a stray strand of blonde hair.

Chase just sighed in relief and said, "Man Sara, I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that. And I told you to stop calling me Bobby."

"Can't you take a joke Bobby?" Sara smirked to herself as she got an annoyed sigh for a reply.

"Not if you're going to give me a heart attack." Chase said as he entered his apartment with Sara in tow. He turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "May I help you?"

"Actually yes," She said as she sidestepped Chase. "I want your advice; do you think I should paint my nails red or pink?"

Chase rolled his eyes and gave up closing the door. "You know you can't just walk into people's apartments, right?"

"I personally was thinking about the red myself." Sara retorted ignoring him as she flopped down on the couch. "Besides I thought we were friends."

"Whatever," Chase snorted as he opened the fridge to get a pitcher of water. "Friends don't mooch off of other friends." He said as he took out some pills for his headache. He and Sara were sort of like friends. Kind of like brother and sister. Chase never knew neighbors could have that kind of bond, but it was like she was his family; or at least the closest he had. They had been neighbors for about three or four years. Ever since he moved in the apartment beside her they had just clicked. They love to tease each other and they could always depend on and trust each other. They come to each other when they have problems or just want to talk. Chase always trusts Sara no matter what, if she ever had problems he would be the first to help.

"Hey Bobby, I'm talking to you here." Sara said as she waved a hand in front of his face.

"What?" Chase said as he snapped out of his musings. "Sorry, what did you say?"

Sara just glared at him, "I said you don't look so good. You should take a nap or something."

Chase gave her a playful glare and gently pushed past her. "Well duh, that's what I was going to do until you came here"

Sara just stared at him as he sat down on the couch swallowing a pill. "Well duh, that's what I was going to do until you came here"She mimicked as she walked over to him and sat down beside him. "Well excuse me cranky."

Chase smiled at her antics and said, "You're excused"

Sara playfully swatted his arm. "Well if you don't want me here I'll just leave." She said faking a pout.

Chase smiled at her and started, "Okay the front door is right over-" But he was cut off by another coughing fit. Sara immediately jumped up and ran to the fridge to get a glass of water. When she came back she saw Chase hunched over the coffee table still coughing in his hand. She gave him the glass and he gladly accepted it.

"Seriously Bobby, you look pale and your skin feels warm and you're coughing really badly and-" She stopped her rambling when she saw Chase raise his hand to stop her.

"I'm fine Sara," Chase said as he started to recover from his cough attack. "You don't have to worry about me."

"But I want to worry," Sara said with a pout. "You're like my brother Chase, and you seem really sick."

Chase smiled at the word 'brother' and just shook his head. "Sara, you're like my sister and I really don't want to see you get worked up over nothing." Chase said as he opened up his arms for a small hug.

Sara gladly returned it and started to smile again, "Whatever you say Bobby," She smiled when she saw him give a small frown. "Just be sure to drink lots of fluids and get plenty of rest."

Chase just rolled and replied, "Thanks but who's the doctor here." And with that he sneezed into his hand and Sara got up to get him a tissue. "But I do think I'm going to get a small nap." He said as he took the offered tissue and blew his nose into it.

Sara grimaced and said, "Eww, that's gross." Chase threw the tissue on the coffee table and just looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. She just shook her head and said, "Men. Well if you're sure your okay I guess I'll just leave; besides The Closer is coming on in a few minutes. Bye Bobby."

"See ya." Chase said as he turned on his TV and gave her a small wave, after she left though he sat back up and got an idea. He walked to his room and opened his closet to reveal his work clothes. He found his favorite pair of jeans discarded on the ground, next to them he found a dirty shirt and he slipped into them. Once he was changed he went and bent down so he can look under his bed. Once he found what he was looking for he pulled it out and started to stand up. He stared to cough again so he sat on the bed trying to breathe. Once he was finished he walked into his kitchen to get a glass of water, after he was sure his thirst was quenched he went back to his room to get out his treasure. He made his way back to the living room and opened his violin case.

He smiled as he ran his fingers over the smooth wood. He always loved to play the violin when he was stressed or just wanted to relax. When he was just about five or six his mom got him a private violin tutor so he could learn how to play. At first he didn't want to play and thought 'only sissies and girls play that stupid instrument.' But now he was happy he had the lessons. The violin was his way to find peace and calm and it was now his favorite instrument. He picked up the bow and started to play a sweet flowing lullaby. He just let the music wash over him and the notes came out naturally. He never had to think about the music he just played and he was lost in his own world of peace and serenity. He loved lullabies, they seem to flow more to him and they are soft, easy songs to play. He moved the bow across the strings in a fluent movement that only professionals could do. He stopped abruptly as another attack came on, but this time as he pulled his hand away from his face he saw red speckles on it. He just stared at his hand in confusion until realization hit. He was coughing up blood. He started to run to the phone until he tripped and fell on his arm. As he was about to cry out in pain he started to cough more violently than before and couldn't breathe. He started to see black dots until he heard someone call his name, then he passed out.

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Sara's POV

I just got settled in my couch and turned on the TV when my mind started to wonder back to Bobby. Bobby and I have always been best friends since he moved in and I couldn't help but worry. He really did seem sick and I don't care if he says he isn't. He's the only family I have ever since my parents died in a car crash. I was so devastated and I had no one to turn to but Bobby said I could always come to him with my problems so I did. He let me stay on his couch crying for about a week and I still feel like I owe him big for doing that, but he just said that's what friends are for and ever since then he's sorta felt like my brother. As I stair blankly at the TV I hear…music. Oh, Bobby must be playing his violin; he said that's how he relaxes or something. So I turn down the volume on the TV and let the music wash over me. It sounds like he's playing a lullaby so I just lay there and relax. Then the music just stops for some reason.

"Weird." I say to myself as I sit up. "I wonder what he's doing."

Just then I hear this weird thump. 'That's strange.' I think as I get up. 'I better check on him.'

I go into my kitchen to look for his key. He trusts me with his spare key and that really makes me feel good to know that he trust me so much. As I get closer to his door I hear this loud coughing and then I hurry and open the door. When I walk in I start calling his name so he can know I'm here. I make my way into his living room and I see his violin on the couch. But when I look down I'm horrified to see Bobby passed out on the floor. I bend down over him to check his breathing and I'm terrified to find out he's not breathing. I flip out my cell phone and called 911.

"Hello, 911, what's your emergency?" The phone person says.

"My friend is passed out and he's not breathing and I don't know what's wrong with him and-" I started to ramble but the lady on the other end interrupted me.

"Miss calm down, just give us your address and check his pulse"

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Hi everyone!! Thank you to all you lovely reviewersand people who liked my stories. You all really inspired me to continue so I will!! I may not own House but I do own Sara. I'll try to maybe put her in some other chapters if you all liked her. I'm sorry if Chase seemed a little OOC. No flames please and R&R. I'll update as soon as I can, until next chapter

~tkaa