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Chapter 2

They both sat in comfortable silence at House's place. This was the fifth night in a row. They hadn't really talked about everything. They were more trying to get into the routine. But both knew that they had to talk about this at some point, and this was as good a time as any.

"I've come to two conclusions. Either you really are as stupid as you pretend to be or you're insane. Considering you work for me, I'm betting on the latter," rambled House as he watched Chase calmly set his box of Chinese onto the table.

Considering they had only become friends, in a sort of twisted demented way, about five days ago, they were already very used to this little routine. Chase waited for House outside his office when the day was over, if they didn't have a case, they would both go get Take Out considering they really didn't know if the other could cook. There would be some banter, and some meaningless sparring, as they sat on House's sofa watching really nothing. They didn't know what each other liked yet.

There was an unspoken agreement that no one was to find out about this twisted friendship. So they didn't eat lunch together. All they had were those nights. Those awkward, uncomfortable nights, as they sat in front of the TV at House's place. They would talk about rumors or bitch and whine about Cuddy. It was still kind f awkward between them.

Chase was about to reply when his cell phone went off. Looking at his caller id, "Cameron" he informed to a curious House. He put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Robbie."

"Hi, Allie."

At this point House scoffed, as he always did when Chase called her that. Chase rolled his eyes at House. They were used to this too. Cameron would call looking for Chase almost every night and Chase would look to House for an excuse. Most of the time, she would buy it, albeit, suspiciously, but it worked.

"Why aren't you home?"

At this point Chase put the phone to his chest, covering the speaker, and looked to House for help. House smirked and looked thoughtful for a second. He tapped a finger on his chin for a moment and then stuck the same finger in the air, as if he had just had inspiration.

"Tell her that, since she wouldn't do my paperwork, I'm making you do it, and you'll be home in a few hours," answered House with a devious smile. Chase nodded and smirked as he brought the phone to his ear.

"Since you refuse to do House's paperwork, he's blackmailing me into doing it. I have about twenty more sheets to fill out. I'll be home in a few hours. I'm sorry, Allie, I'm trying but…House is being an ass." he informed to her.

"Oh I-"

"Hey I heard that!" called House with mock indignation, as he tried to aid Chase in convincing Cameron.

"You are one!" countered Chase with a smirk, not putting his hand over the speaker but letting Cameron hear the conversation.

"And you're a very annoying, kiss ass, of a wombat. Now finish up. I'm going home. Stop talking to your little girlfriend and finish up." commanded House, really getting into his role.

Chase rolled his eyes and sighed, speaking to Cameron again, "Sorry, Allie, I got to go. I'll be home as soon as I can. Don't wait up. The pompous jerk of our boss has never heard of doing paper work himself. I'll see you tomorrow or tonight hopefully," he told her convincingly.

"Alright. House is an ass. Pick up dinner though 'cuz I've already eaten. Goodnight, Robert…"

"Night, Allie." he hung up.

"I believe that was our best story yet, Robbie," told House with a slight laugh. Chase smirked, quite proud of himself. The two called each other by their first names, when alone, but other then that it was strictly House and Chase. It had become a habit of theirs to put on a grand show to trick Cameron.

"Now where were we?" asked Chase

"I told you my two conclusions."

"For?"

"Why you've chosen to spend time eating Take Out with me, instead of getting some with our little perfectionist of your girlfriend. Either your insane or stupid. I'm betting on the first," explained House with a raise of an eyebrow.

Chase looked down as he leaned his back against the sofa. He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He tended to that when he was nervous or afraid and House had noticed that. He threw Chase a questioning look. Chase sighed and shook his head.

"What's up, Robbie?" asked House this time slight concern showing in his voice for the younger man.

Chase looked up at the Thirty six year old man with a look that said it all.

"Ahhh…. So you've finally figured out that Cameron is… a…" House trailed off looking for the right word.

"A bitch." finished Chase. House jumped startled by how Chase had said that without the slightest bit of hesitance.

House looked at him with interest. "Then why are you still with her?" he asked curiously.

"Because…I don't know. She is too much of a perfectionist. I swear she has OCD or something. She is always constantly bitching about me spending time with her and….um… She sucks in bed," told chase with a frown and a slight blush spreading over his cheeks.

"Seriously? How?" questioned House, eager for some dirt on his youngest duckling.

"She…um…cums too soon. I have to finish myself off in the bathroom," explained Chase not meeting House's intent gaze.

"Wow. I thought Cameron would be the type to take forever. I'm glad I'm not dating her," replied House casually as he leaned back into the sofa.

Chase sighed.

"So…you're using me to get away from your girlfriend?" questioned House, not totally succeeding in hiding the hurt in his voice.

Chase jumped. Slightly astonished that House could actually be hurt, much more by that, and that he would assume such a thing. "No!" replied Chase convincingly.

"Then why?" questioned House.

"Because… your interesting to talk to… your fun to be around…sort of… your pretty understanding…you've helped me out…a lot… and… I think that makes you my fiend, at least." explained Chase thoughtfully.

"You actually think of me as a friend? You actually think of me as interesting to talk to and fun to be around. I've helped you out?" questioned House incredulously.

"Yeah. Your witty, sarcastic, funny… I see why Cameron had a crush on you. And yeah, you have helped me out. Remember last Wednesday*, I know we don't talk about it, but that was really nice of you to do. And you help me get away from Cameron. You gave me a ride home when my car broke down yesterday…" Chase explained.

"Yeah…don't let it get around kid. I've got a rep to keep. But still. I'm a bit of a burden. I'm an egotistical smartass. And has a tendency to kick you when your down." rambled House not meeting his gaze.

"I know what I signed up for, Greg. And your not a burden. You are the most brilliant mind in medicine. I'm still staying your friend. For now, I'm your replacement for Wilson. And hopefully, I'll stay as you friend." chuckled Chase.

House cocked an eyebrow. "I think you will. Alright, now I know you're crazy. So we telling people now?" asked House curiously.

"Yeah, I guess so. It was only a matter of time anyways. Can I ask you a question?" asked Chase.

"Yeah."

"Why? Why did you let me in? Why do you trust me? Why did you help me last Wednesday? Why?" Asked Chase. House turned away. Not meeting his gaze.

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*Yay! I updated! Go me. I left you all on a cliffy. Why did House trust Chase in the first place? Why did he help him last chapter.

*Last Wednesday- Last Chapter, when Chase broke down. This chapter is set Monday night.

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