Chapter 2:

House sat in his office watching Wilson's empty chair through the balcony door with concerned concentration filled with longing. He wished he could tell Wilson just how sorry he was for hurting him and how much he loved him but something held the diagnostician back.

He looked up in time to see Chase walking out of the conference room and followed, limping out of his office with a, "Where are you going?"

"Wilson asked me to take him home." Chase answered with a hand gesture towards Wilson's office.

House swallowed a fresh retort in addition to his pride and offered a nod of acquiescence before spinning sharply on his heel and re-entering his office.

Chase shrugged. He could tell House wasn't happy that he'd been called to take Wilson home but honestly, he didn't care. He walked in to Wilson's office, sat down in one of the spare chairs then administered a dose of pain medication into Wilson's vein.

The oncologist had called him obviously in a lot of pain and had asked that Chase bring some meds. Chase hadn't needed to ask how bad the pain was to know that it was bad. Wilson never asked for help from someone other than House unless it was a last resort.

The intensivist carefully packed up Wilson's things while he waited until the older doctor's body relaxed. When he heard an exhaled sigh, Chase turned to find Wilson looking like he was about to fall asleep so he decided it was in all of their interests to get the injured man up.

"You okay?" He asked trying to gauge what all would be needed.

"Yeah, thanks Chase." Wilson answered sleepily, "I guess we should get going before I fall asleep here."

"Is that really such a bad thing?"

Wilson smiled appreciatively fully understanding Chase's meaning with ease. "Did House run into you?" Chase blushed earning a sigh from Wilson. "Well, as much as I'd love to wait around for a lecture then to be ushered out of here without an ounce of caring only to be completely ignored once I got home, my back would never forgive me for sleeping on this couch when I have a perfectly good bed waiting for me at home."

"Fair enough." Chase replied with a smile. "You ready?"

"I think so. Hand me my crutches?" Wilson asked while he gently lowered his elevated leg onto the floor. The pain that had died away thanks to medication ratcheted up a bit from a dull throb to a sharp, stabbing throb. He winced with the pain but was glad that it wasn't worse.

Chase stood by Wilson's side, crutches in hand, patiently waiting for Wilson to ready himself for standing up.

The oncologist grabbed the crutches then, using them to leverage himself off the couch, managed to stand with his stronger, uninjured leg underneath him, holding him up while the injured one didn't touch the ground.

They made their way out to Chase's car, smiling slightly when they earned overly curious looks from just about everyone. The only one who wasn't curious was Cuddy who had authorized the little trip.

Chase felt a little uncomfortable about going to Wilson's apartment but was thankful that at least it wasn't House's. The oncologist kept a neat home with everything in its proper place, dusted clean and spotless.

Not for the first time Chase wondered how Wilson managed to stay with House who was very messy and normally unwilling to clean up after himself. He'd heard rumors that when they stayed at House's, Wilson did all the cooking, cleaning and laundry which didn't surprise Chase at all. House was the king of stubbornness and could wait Wilson out.

He waited for Wilson to enter the apartment before he closed the door and locked it behind them. Wilson started heading towards the couch, "Uh-uh, bed."

Wilson chuckled lightly, "Sometimes you sound just like House."

"I'm insulted." Chase retorted putting on a hurt expression.

"You shouldn't be. House can be caring; he just doesn't like to show it." Wilson answered softly while he slowly made his way into his bedroom. He propped the crutches on the wall beside his bedside table then unsteadily hopped over to his bed.

"You could have just asked for help getting to the bed. I don't need House chewing me out because I let you injure yourself further." Chase lectured lightly. He waited until Wilson sat down on his bed before he grabbed a couple extra pillows from an armchair which sat inconspicuously in a corner of the room.

Lifting the injured man's leg, Chase placed the two pillows underneath the broken ankle, trying to hide the wince that came into his eyes when Wilson sucked his breath in with the movement.

Once finished he pulled his hands away like he'd been burned. It surprised him to feel such exciting electricity shoot through his fingers and travel through every nerve ending in his body when he'd touched Wilson.

Though he'd never actually thought about it, Chase could admit, to himself at least, that he was interested in Wilson and had the oncologist not been already involved with House, he would be sorely tempted to try to date the man himself.

On the other hand, maybe Wilson could use a new friend and/or boyfriend and maybe House could learn just how much Wilson meant to him. The last thing he wanted was to be "the other guy", especially when it meant coming in between House and Wilson but a small part of him nudged him in that direction none the less.

Chase ran a diagnostic yet appreciative eye over Wilson's body. He winced when he saw the badly swollen ankle and left to grab something that could be used as an ice pack, deciding that the rest of his scan could wait until after he'd taken care of this.

When he came back, Wilson was half supported by a mound of pillows and half supported by the bed. His hair looked mussed, his eyes semi-groggy with sleep and his t-shirt scrunched under him revealing a beautifully defined chest and stomach. For a moment it took Chase's breath away.

Is this what House gets to see everyday? Jealousy swelled through his heart making it pump faster. Blue eyes continued their scan while his brain ran through scenarios where it was him instead of House with Wilson. When they focused on deep, pained brown eyes, Chase refocused his attention on what he'd been doing before he'd gotten wonderfully distracted by Wilson's lovely body.

"Here," he said while lightly placing a bag of frozen vegetables around the swollen ankle.

Wilson waited a moment to let the cold do its job before answering with a "Thanks." He'd noticed the way Chase had stared at him with admiration, longing then jealousy. He knew the jealousy wasn't directed at him so that emotion hadn't bothered him and though he'd never want to admit it, not to House anyways, he liked the idea of someone else checking him out and liking what they saw.

Chase nodded, "Let me know if you need anything else."

"I will, thanks again."

What the hell? Chase thought resignedly. "If it's alright with you, I thought I'd drop by after work to check on you." He paused for a minute to gauge the other man's reaction and when he saw shock on the beautiful face he quickly added, "I'm not sure House will be able to get away anytime soon."

"That'd be great actually," Wilson replied wanting to put his friend's conscience at ease while at the same time assuring the intensivist that he truly wouldn't mind it if he came back.

Chase gave a wide smile which he quickly hid by lowering his head and staring at his shoes. "Well, get some rest. I'll be back in," he checked his watch, "three hours to check on you."

"Thanks, and Chase," Chase turned around, "if House gives you any grief, tell him to talk to me."

Chase nodded once again then left, making sure the door locked behind him.

Chase returned to the office to find House stalking around it angrily like a pit bull stalking a cage, waiting to pounce on the first thing that entered which happened to be Chase.

"Ah, my replacement returns. Did you give Wilson everything he needs?" House sneered at him. His tone implied joking but Chase could easily see the angry jealousy that sparked in the cerulean blue eyes.

"Yeah, I did actually." He paused a minute to enjoy the fire that his answer ignited before he continued his response. "I got him settled on his bed with pillows and some ice then left. I told him I'd check on him after work since I wasn't sure if you'd be able to check on him or not. I didn't know if you would."

Cameron and Foreman sat at the table in awe of Chase's audacity and attitude. It was well known throughout the hospital that Chase was the one most likely to be afraid of House and would be the first to back down from an argument with the man.

"Don't worry your pretty little head Wombat. Wilson will be taken care of." House assured with insincere sweetness.

"By whom, you?" Chase challenged.

"Yes by me!" House snarled, raising himself to his full height hoping to intimidate the Australian. He sneered, which was as close to a smile as he could manage, when he noticed Chase do the same.

Though Chase was shorter than House, he managed to make himself look almost as intimidating. He knew that it was only because, whether he admitted it or not, House recognized that Chase could overpower the diagnostician easily and it scared him.

To the surprise of everyone in the room, Chase let out a little laugh. "Wilson told me to let you know that if you have a problem to call him."

That alone was enough to knock the air out of House's lungs. What the heck was going on? Why was Wilson conspiring against him? "Oh my god!" He breathed, "You've already slept with him haven't you?"

"What?" Chase exclaimed taken aback by the question. "No, of course not."

House snorted, "Everybody Lies. Why else would you be so intent on helping Wilson?"

"Because he's a nice guy and deserves more care and affection than you give him." Chase offered.

House's eyes went from jealousy, anger and suspicion to amusement. "Affection?"

Shit! Chase thought immediately. He hadn't meant to say that. "Yeah, affection. I've seen how you treat him and it wouldn't surprise me if he has slept with someone else while with you. It'd serve you right." He ranted before taking a breath. I don't need this. He thought before he turned on his heel and strode to the door.

"Where are you going?" House called.

"Clinic Duty." Was Chase's reply before walking through the glass door then disappearing down the hall.

Cameron and Foreman turned their amused expressions to House. Foreman had thoroughly enjoyed the match between Chase and House. He didn't care who won as long as it was entertaining.

Cameron on the other hand was conflicted. On one hand, she didn't like how Chase had talked to House. While she hated it, there was a part of her that still cared about the scruffy doctor. On the other hand, she agreed with Chase.

She'd watched with sadness the last few months how little attention House paid his friend and lover. He hadn't noticed nor seemed to care when she'd come to tell him that Wilson had been in an accident involving an outraged patient which landed him with overnight observation for a concussion, four broken ribs and a hairline fracture in his cheek.

Eventually, she settled on Chase's side and by extension, Wilson's.

House turned very angry eyes on them before turning on his heel and vehemently limping into his office, grabbing his keys and exiting said office without so much as a single word to them.

Cameron looked at Foreman who offered a shrug before getting up and heading to do his own clinic hours.

Inwardly Cameron worried for Wilson's safety. That had been that maddest she'd ever seen her boss but she assured herself that he wouldn't hurt Wilson. On the outside, however, she offered a smile at Foreman before heading to the ER to see if they needed any help.

I have never written a story with the possibility I'm not sure where this story is going) of Chase/Wilson. I hope you all like it.

I apologize for the confusion on the first chapter. Yes, I am planning on continuing the story. So please keep reading and reviewing!