Thanks for the reviews guys! This is a really short update, pretty much just a conversation between Wilson and House. But I'll probably have more soon.

Chapter 2

"Did you know Chase was a sub?" House asked, as he barged into James Wilson's office.

"No," Wilson said distractedly, eyes still focused on the stack on papers on his atypically messy desk. House dropped carelessly onto Wilson's couch, his lanky frame somehow taking up every inch of available space. A small smirk graced House's grizzly features as he waited for Wilson's brain to process what he'd just said. "Wait. Chase is a sub? When did this happen?" Wilson's bushy eyebrows furrowed comically.

"Twelve years ago, apparently. He was reviewed and tagged in Australia when he was sixteen. He's never been owned."

"Well that's not too unusual. Some subs just..."

"He's an L10." House cut him off.

"What the fuck?! How is that even possible?"

House just shrugged. L10s were considered incapable of taking care of themselves. House still hadn't figured out how Chase had managed to get hired at Princeton-Plainsboro without a caretaker. Let alone how he'd managed to get a Visa.

"Dunno. Apparently me and daddy dearest have been keeping him stable enough... until now, that is."

"What do you mean 'until know'? Can't he just go back to Australia? I mean, I know they kinda hate each other but Rowan's not just going to leave the boy out in the cold like that. He can't, legally. Not if Chase was tagged as a minor under his guardianship."

"Yeah. To bad Poppa Chase is dead."

"No... that's impossible. I would have heard."

"Yeah and Chase should have heard from his dad in person five months ago instead of at the nurse's station phone from his step mother three weeks ago."

Wilson had the good grace to look ashamed of himself. But an expression of anger quickly took over.

"That old bastard. How could he not have at least made arrangements? He knew Chase shouldn't be left alone."

"Didn't your mother ever tell not to speak ill of the dead?"

"He's an L10!" Wilson said, his voice hardened and raised a few subtle -angry- decibels. Wilson was most thoroughly a dom. Wilson's last two wives had both been low and mid level subs, respectively. He would never had dreamed of leaving them alone. Even now, long after the divorce, he still called (#3's) parents regularly to see how she was doing. He only stopped checking up on (#2) because her possessive new dom told him to back off.

"Yeah" House said, nodding solemn as he rested his chin on the handle of his cane.

"So are you going to take him home with you?"

"Why the fuck would I do that? He still has an apartment. It's not like his lease is going to be revoked just because he got fired."

"You know exactly why House." Wilson said, " The boy just lost the only stabilizing force in his life. He's suddenly got nothing in addition to no one to lean on. You know what that can mean for a high level sub. He can't be left alone right know... Where is he, bye the way?"

"My office, I told him to stay put," House said. He was on his feet again, pacing the length of Wilson's small office. "So why don't you take him home? Your the experienced dom. I'll probably just traumatize the boy worse than he already is." Wilson leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms and allowed an huge smirk to spread across his handsome face.

"You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?" House spat in return. Wilson laughed and leaned forward, his elbows on the desk so he was at perfect eye level with the hunched over doctor once again sitting across from him.

"How exactly do you think an L10 has survived unsupervised, in a foreign country, for four years?"

"Out with it, Socrates. I don't have all day."

"You're his dom, House. You have been for four years."

"If treating someone like crap and making them work all hours of the day and night is all it takes to be a dom than you, sir, are overrated." House said in reference to some of the subby staff members who seemed to pine over Wilson.

"Well, no, that's not all it takes. But Chase was obviously willing to take what was available. He had no one else, so he latched onto you. The fact that you didn't notice for four years says more about your observational skills than your dominating skills."

"No, all it says is that Chase is remarkably good at playing the well adjusted straight boy. I boss all my employees around, just because he chose to take that as something more means absolutely nothing to me."

"He's your responsibility whether you like it or not."