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::At least two chapters left I think, this is just happening as it wants to haha. Sorry for any OOC-ness and spelling mistakes, first House fanfic and spelling is my bane, at least i ran it through spell check haha. On with the show... Chouse sounds like louse!

When I Think About You:2 Hang In There.

Chase stared at the phone as the call ended. He stared trying to ignore the pain until he felt a drop land on him. Looking around Chase saw many droplets beginning to fall fast.

"Crap." He moaned, now it was raining, his chances of survival had just dropped. The rain combined with the blood loss was sure to lead to hypothermia as well as increase the chance of going into shock quicker.

Soon Chase's hair was wet and limp from the incessant rain and his right arm was soaked. He felt a small shiver running through him, making him wince at even the small movement.

A small part of Chase's brain was almost glad of the rain, at least this way he wouldn't feel pain as he died, it would just be numb. 'No!' he found himself thinking, 'House'll find me, I'll be fine.' He just wished he could believe himself.

Chase jumped at the sound of the phone and flinched at the aggravation of his wounds. He fumbled for the phone and opened it, making sure to cover it from the rain.

"H-House?" Chase couldn't help the needy twinge in his voice. House was shocked at how feeble his voice sounded.

"Alright Chase, tell me the symptoms." Both House and Foreman cringed a little without the other knowing about the could, unattached sound to House's voice.

As Chase listed what he could tell of his injuries and predicament House felt his stomach sinking. He carried on in the same voice however, he needed the facts, then he could help the person.

"You're the intensivist... How long." He paused as long as he could before asking the inevitable question, assuring himself that no matter Chase's answer, he wouldn't give up. Both he and Foreman were surprised at the tone of Chase's answer, it was as if he was talking about a patient. Apparently they all felt it best to get the unpleasant facts out quickly, before they got too scared to hear them.

"Given the rate of blood loss, and the weather conditions, assuming nothing else falls. Two hours max of healthy life." Chase's voice only dropped and trembled lightly at the very end. They all know that 'healthy' meant nothing, just that afterwards he would most likely begin to suffer from organ failure.

"Well plenty of time then!" Said House lightly. "At least with Foreman's driving." The man scowled as he turned a corner rather speedily.

"Give us half an hour Chase, tops. Don't go to sleep." These was a small snort from the other lone at the neurologist's comment.

"Well snort you may, but koalas sleep most hours of the day so lets devise a plan to keep you in the land of the living shall we?" House could just see Chase's disgruntled face in his mind.

Foreman's heart sank as he looked over to see House's malicious grin at him before he leant closer to the phone.

"Chase."

"Yeah." Came the shaky reply.

"You know when I get you home I'm gonna hold you down and rub every inch of you I can-"

"Oh! No! House!" House grinned at Foreman's disgust.

"-I'm gonna make you come so fast that you wont know what's hit you-"

"Stop it, or I stop the car."

"-Then I'm gonna-"

"House! Please, stop." Chase yelled weakly, turning red despite the fact that no one could see. There was just something about having a corpse on you that was highly unsexual. Chase shuddered both at the thought and the cold, the floor was wet and he was starting to shiver more frequently.

"Fine, fine party poopers. In that case you'll just have to listen to this and listen good."

"House. What are you doing?" Foreman asked suspiciously as House attached his ipod to the car and scrolled down before hitting a few buttons and turning the sound up. Both other doctors jumped badly as a song started playing from the chorus.

"I don't want anybody else. When I think about you I touch myself..."

Chase cringed at both the song choice and the volume of it through his pounding head.

"House, w-what're-"

"Easy babe, and don't you dare turn that phone off, we need to monitor you." In Chase's opinion House was speaking with far too much glee for a man condemning his boyfriend to an even more painful death. However, with the chills raking through his body causing sharp jolts of pain it was a lot of effort to talk.

House was distracted from smirking at a disgusted Foreman when he heard a clatter from Chase's line.

"What was that." All joking gone from his voice.

"I d-dropped t-the p-phone, the-the colds settling in. Sh-shivers." Chase stumbled out a reply, not bothering to pick up the wetting phone from where it lay beside his head. The pain caused by the shaking alone was enough to make him see spots as his ribs moved unnaturally.

"Hang in Chase, were ten minutes away." Foreman said in a rushed kind of way, the rain was getting heavier.

::I ::T ::M ::S

"Chase? CHASE!" Chase lurched back to consciousness and coughed violently. Unable to hold his head up any longer he had fallen asleep and swallowed some of the water that was filling the floor. There must be a few centimetres coating the ground. It was a death trap.

Finally clueing in to the gurgling sound next to him he turned his head.

"Fuck!" Grabbing for the phone his arm jerked at the small electric shock as the phone died in the water. How could he let himself sleep, even through that god awful song, he really must be a doctor.

"Help... please." He whispered shakily, no longer being able to distract himself from the pain and the cold. "HEELLLP!" Chase cried out as he felt fear and despair hit him full force. He pressed his forehead to the floor as tears escaped him. Although glad that no one could see him break down, a part of him wanted nothing more than for House, or anyone to be here. Feeling the literally dead weight above him Chase felt himself weaken as his body started to give up the fight against the elements. "Help." Chase pleaded with forces unknown as his body shook from inside out leaving him with nothing but the pounding rain and the decimated remains of the last house he thought he'd ever break into.

::I ::T ::M ::S

Meanwhile at the hospital, things were beginning to get hairy.

"Just tell me where they are, even House needs to pull his weight around here. It's bad enough that Chase and Foreman are following his truancy talents but now that we have extra patients because of a crash were understaffed in even more areas. And shouldn't Chase be here at least! I mean this kinda ties in with his speciality don't you think!"

Wilson merely nodded at Cuddy's endless rant as they supervised the overflow of incoming patients from the pile up. Cameron stood nearby treating a wound with a tense look. Wilson imagined that she too was worried that even if Chase was rescued, there would be staff present to help him. Both had tried to get through to House but come up engaged.

As Cameron glanced over at him with a look full of meaning he tuned out Cuddy long enough to give her a helpless smile. For now the matter was out of their hands. At least with House, Chase couldn't be in better hands. They just had to keep the faith.

::I ::T ::M ::S

House and Foreman arrived at the decimated house in a frantic manner. Within seconds of being outside they were soaked. However they both froze as they saw the house.

Half the roof was down and rubble lay everywhere. House could hardly bear the thought of Chase trapped somewhere in there. Compared to the debris Chase seemed too small, he could almost picture how fragile his lover looked.

House pushed the thoughts aside, until they found Chase he had to stay calm so that Foreman didn't loose track as well. The normally composed neurologist was staring blankly at the wreckage.

"God Chase..." House could only just hear the mumble over the pounding rain.

"Be careful of the rubble, he's trapped and we don't want to indirectly step on his Aussie ass." House noticed with relief that Foreman rolled his eyes and moved off. "We'll split up, find him faster." House instructed as they encountered the first bit of seemingly never ending rubble.

House would find him, no matter what, because the song was true, at least for him. He didn't want anybody else.

::Thanks for the great reviews! Keep them up if you want me to keep the speed!::

::Song is I Touch Myself by the Divinyls for anyone who didn't know:: Song inspiration for parts of this chapter also go to everything by lifehouse, kryptonite by 3 doors down and your a god by vertical horizon. You should check them out, esp. the last 2 mins of everything.!::

::Thanks for reading, shadowtheo::