AN: I have fun news! My friend Berserker Nightwitch has offered to draw pictures to accompany this story! (I love having pictures to look at while I work on stories; it just makes it so much more fun) So keep an eye on her deviant art account (she has it listed as her homepage on her profile) in the next few weeks if you're interested. She's on vacation right now, but she said she'd get them up as soon as she had access to a scanner and Photoshop again. YAY!!

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Dr. Gregory House enjoyed puzzles. That really wasn't anything new. Now, though, he found himself trying to work out four different puzzles at once. First there was the idiot in ICU who had seizures, heart problems, a continuous nose bleed, and appeared to be allergic to just about every medication known to modern man. Second was his young, blond minion. Dark circles were growing under the boy's eyes, and he was having trouble concentrating. Third was Wilson's sudden avoidance of him. Whenever House got within shouting distance, Wilson suddenly remembered his oh-so-important patient that could only be reach by using the stairs. The fourth puzzle was figuring out how the thing with Chase and the thing with Wilson were related.

House glared through the glass separating his office from the main diagnostics room. Cameron was reading one of her trashy romance novels, Foreman was rereading the 'Big Book of Diseases', as House had dubbed it, and Chase was staring unhappily at a small picture in his wallet. Suddenly the doors were thrown open and Cuddy led a man into the room. House guessed him to be about forty, and standing at roughly six and a half feet tall. His thick brown hair was cut close to his head, and he had a neatly trimmed beard covering the lower half of his face.

House's three fellows looked up at the sound of the door, and Chase immediately got a look of concern on his face. "Dylan? What are you doing here?"

"Hey Robbie. I just heard that you got a visit from the Nazi," the man answered, his deep voice flavored by both Australian and French accents. "I figured I'd better stop by to see you." Chase raised an eyebrow disbelievingly. Dylan sighed and nodded. "Okay, so we got word that Rowan showed up here, and when I got home from work that day Giselle told me that I could either come check on you, or I could go check into a motel. I hadn't even shut the front door yet! Of course, then I had to figure out which ticket I should cancel."

"Why couldn't you both have come?" Chase asked, standing. Dylan moved forward and pulled the smaller man into a hug.

"One, someone needed to stay home with the monsters she calls children. Two, she get airsick easily. And three, I don't want her flying pregnant."

"You got her pregnant again?" Chase asked.

"Hey! We are married this time! Just because you didn't keep in touch after moving to Sydney…"

"I didn't know your address or phone number, and I didn't exactly have time to leave a forwarding address." Dylan shrugged and turned to face Cuddy and House. The former had a look of surprise on her face; the latter looked like he was trying to solve a puzzle whose pieces were randomly appearing, disappearing, and changing sizes.

"Do you mind if I borrow him for the rest of the day?" Dylan asked, gesturing at Chase.

"Dylan, I have a job to do. I can't just- "

"You've probably never taken a sick day since you've been here, you doubtlessly work extra hours every week, and you can't be too busy if your coworkers are reading and napping."

"Chase," Cuddy broke in, causing both men to turn to her, "go ahead and take the day off. I do expect you back tomorrow, though." Chase nodded and Dylan grinned.

"You should try for three days off! Then you could come back to Beauvais with me and meet the family."

"I'm not taking off three days of work just to fly to France for a day. That's stupid."

"I took off three days of work just to fly to America for a day," Dylan protested.

"You can afford it," Chase shot back. He turned and waved goodbye to his colleagues before following the man out the door, both of them bickering the whole way.

"Who was that?" Foreman asked, wondering at the man who could get their tight-lipped coworker to open up in front of an audience.

"He introduced himself as Doctor Dylan Chase," Cuddy answered. "He told me that he flew in from France this morning to see Robert Chase, and asked if I could take him to wherever Chase was."

"Do you think their names are a coincidence, or are they related?" Cameron wondered aloud.

"Neither of them appear to think very highly of Rowan, so I'd say that was probably an older brother or a cousin," House announced.

"So which of Chase's relatives is going to appear next?" Foreman asked snidely. "His grandparents? His mother?"

"I hope not. The smell alone would be awful," House replied, smirking. He received confused looks from the others in the room. "The woman has been dead for the past ten years. Do any of you know how smelly rotting flesh is?" He pretended to shudder; then headed out the door to go bother Wilson.

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"So how have you been?" Dylan asked when they got back to Chase's house.

"Okay, I guess. I thought I had put all of this behind me years ago; then he shows up and everything is thrown back in my face. I almost started crying in the hospital bathroom last week!"

"But you managed to not cry?"

"Wilson walked in and caught me staring at my reflection."

"Well, I'll just have to thank Wilson when I meet him. I know how much you hate crying in public places. Did he really upset you that badly? What did he say to you?"

"It was nothing he said or did," Robbie corrected. "House just kept trying to shove us on each other, and seeing him act so… so full of himself reminded me of when we were younger. I fell asleep at work last week and dreamed of you and Liv. Remember when we got that camping stuff in the mail, and Liv and I were so excited?"

"Of course. I was the one who ended up taking you camping, since Dr Dad begged out to go on a week-long conference instead, and Mum couldn't bring herself to put down the vodka long enough to put on make-up. Why?"

"That's what I dreamed of. It was so vivid! Then when I was trying to get myself under control I remembered that argument he and Liv had before she left. Every time I try to sleep lately I remember something else. I wish I could talk to her again."

"I would find her for you if I could. You know that, right?" Dylan asked. Robbie nodded and leaned into his brother's embrace.

"I'd really like to know how you found me. We haven't heard from each other in ten years."

"I heard that the infamous Dr Rowan Chase was seen at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in New Jersey. We would he go there if not to see the only child he hasn't completely ruined his relationship with?"

"He said he was attending a conference."

"His name wasn't on the list. Besides, that still wouldn't have taken him to a teaching hospital. Back to the point, though, I Googled your name and found you listed as one of Dr Gregory House's fellows. You aren't nearly as hard to track as Liv is."

"She was always the best at Hide-n-Seek. We won't find her until she wants to be found." Robbie shook his head and stood up. "Enough moping. I have someone for you to meet."

"Really? Who?"

"My kids," Robbie answered with a grin, enjoying the shocked look on his brother's face. Dylan reminded him that he had never heard that Robbie got married. Robbie grinned again and opened the back door. Two large reddish-brown blurs raced into the room and attacked Robbie, knocking the young man over. They finally stilled enough for Dylan to see two reddish-colored dogs, both reaching higher than Robbie's thigh, if the blond was still upright. Dylan reached out a hand to greet the closer dog when it turned its attention to him.

"That's Ryn. She's older than Phoma by about five minutes." Robbie introduced his babies with a grin. Dylan greeted the dogs warmly, happy when they seemed to like him back. Ryn was more brown that red, and had a white belly forehead mark. Phoma was an auburn color with no other colors on her at all. "They're called Pharaoh Hounds. I got them as puppies when their mum had a large litter and the owner couldn't sell them all. Most people in this area really don't want large dogs."

"Makes sense. I think you've got the largest yard around."

"Another stroke of luck," Robbie responded with a shrug. "The lots are the same size; I just have a smaller house sitting on mine." Robbie did have a small house. The front door opened into a medium-sized living room, which shared a wall with a kitchen and dining room. The dining room had a door leading to the backyard. There was a hall leading out of the living room with four doors attached. Two lead to bedrooms, one opened into a bathroom, and the last one opened to reveal a closet. There was no garage, so Robbie's small, second-hand car sat in the driveway.

"I can see that," Dylan commented. He looked down at the dogs again. "So how did you come up with Ryn and Phoma, anyway?"

"I was still in my last few years in school, and when I got them we were reviewing various diseases. When I tried to think of names for them all I could come up with were Laryngitis and Lymphoma. I shortened them to Ryn and Phoma, and they responded well."

"Robbie, you are the only person I know who names their pets after diseases."

"You named your hamster Osteocarsoma."

"That's a cancer."

"Cancer's a disease."

"I called him Ossie."

"He was still named after a disease."

"I was thirteen! And how do you even remember that? You were barely four when he died!"

Robbie shrugged again. "He was the only pet Mum and Dad ever allowed in the house." Dylan shrugged and the conversation moved on. The brothers talked well into the night about anything and everything, trying to catch up on ten years of life in less than twenty four hours. Robbie arrived at work at the same time that Dylan arrived at the airport. They had made plans to meet up again when Giselle and the baby were up for a trans-Atlantic flight.