"House? House, call me back as soon as you get this. It's Cameron by the way." The answer machine clicked off with the overly high pitched beep which caused House to wince in pain.

He was lying on the couch, a whiskey bottle in one hand and his last stash of Vicodin in the other. He could at least admit to himself that he missed Wilson's ability to overlook his addiction and prescribe him his pills; everyone else just told him to go to the cemetery or left twenty-three annoying voicemails over the course of two days and yet still felt the need to place their name on the end.

House pushed the delete button on the machine in a pathetic movement as he pushed through the Vicodin and Alcohol morning detox. That was when he smelt it. Vomit.

Sighing he picked up the phone to get it cleaned up.

He pressed one button and placed the receiver to his ear."Cameron, I need you."

* * *

Chase only stared in disbelief as Cameron set about moping up the mess on the floor. When she asked him to take House into the bathroom and help him shower it became all too much.

"No way. Look at him! He's using you to do his housework!"

"His leg was sore. He couldn't manage it all on his own." She replied in a high-pitched defensive whine.

"Cameron, the only reason he's in pain is because he has a hell of a hang over and he's not had Vicodin this morning-"

"Only because no one will prescribe it for him!" She interrupted.

"Oh I forgot you were the first to offer him meds weren't you!"

"I only said no so he would help himself by going to see Wilson, the rest of you wanted payback!"

Before Chase could reply House injected himself into the conversation, "I need to pee," he stated, looking blankly up at Cameron, who transferred his look to Chase."No!" He objected, "No way!"

* * *

"Foreman have a new case yet?" House asked innocently, his eyes fixed on a single point below.

"Can we please not talk?" Chase asked, his eyes operating oppositely to House's were fixed to the ceiling. "And I'm not helping you shower." He added.

They were standing in House's cramped bathroom. Chase was standing half in the bath and half out as House stood taking most of the space in front of the toilet seat.

"I don't want you to shower me." House turned his head to face Chase and smiled innocently, who only gave him an emotionless frown before glancing down and then back up at the ceiling.

Before House had time to question the inappropriate glance Chase retorted "You know in Australia that's considered inadequate."Wondering if the hangover was playing with his ears or if Chase had grown a back-bone House replied, "I'm sure you'd know all about that." Pulling up his zip up on the last word for some dramatic effect. Picking up his cane he used it to flush the toilet. "And I only needed someone to help me in here, not actually watch." He added, screwing up his facial features slightly in a kind of fake out - (limping out) - they both looked up to find Cameron with her bag over one shoulder, ready to leave."Thank god." Chase said in a heavy Australian twinge on 'god'."You're staying." Cameron replied icily."I am not!" Chase replied confidently and was already half way to the Cameron could argue back, House interjected, "He's right. He's not." He met Chases eyes and they stood for a good few seconds in a psychotic stand off with each other, sending their annoyance and hate through the air between them."You are, and he is." She told House more forcibly and grabbed Chase's arm before whispering something in his just leant on his cane in patient annoyance as they whispered back to each other.

At first Cameron was forceful and aggressive in her hushed replied in annoyance - House was able to hear only the words 'but' and 'fair' spoken.

Cameron then lowered her tone and pushed herself closer to Chase, House could only guess it was an attempt at seducing/pleading with him to stay. For what reason, most people would say 'god only knows', but with Cameron Housed guessed it was more 'Cameron only knows'.Chase finished their conversation with a shake of his head and an audible, 'Fine!'

Cameron leaned in and kissed him on the cheek before turning to leave."Bye House." She called behind her as she closed the door. It shut with and audible bang which left an awkward silence between the two men in its wake.

"If she told you that if you didn't stay then you weren't getting any sex, then don't believe her. She used to use it on me all the time during differentials, but a shake of my cane she was bent over backwards across my desk by the afternoon." House smiled sharply, "Drink?"Chase sighed and fell to the couch in a heap. "Yeah alright." He said in surrender.

"Good," House said, "The fridge is just through there, and I'll have a beer thanks." Clumsily he pulled himself down onto the couch; a few moans of pain ruining the dominant effect the sentence was suppose to stared at him for a few seconds before finally getting up to go to the kitchen. Opening the fridge he felt rage and annoyance build up inside - there was one beer left, and he could almost rely on House to know spun around instantly as he heard the whisp of a beer opening and the sound of gurgling. Chase stood in the kitchen with the bottle held to his lips, the cold liquid pouring down his throat. When he took his lips away from the beer he let out an audible 'Ahhhh.'In his head House was frowning in annoyance, but on the outside he only smiled devilishly and reached down the back of the sofa to produce half a bottle of scotch. He shook it for House to see before throwing three quarters of the contents down his throat. He smiled and fell back to his lying position on the couch only just managing to hide a grimace which would show the pain from the scotch burning the back of his unison House and Chase both thought one thing - This is going to be a very long day.