Chapter 2!!! Here it is. Enjoy!! Please review!! Not much else to say. Just it's really funny.

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Chase walked over to the clinical portion of the hospital and peered into one of the examination rooms, only to find Cuddy in one examining an obese man's arm.

"Where's House?" Chase asked, and Cuddy turned around tersely.

"Exactly what I've been wondering," she grumbled, and Chase turned around, not wanting to deal with Cuddy while she was angry with House.

Chase walked out of the room and went to the only other place House would willingly hang around at, and that was the cafeteria. Quickly, the blond doctor walked down to the café where his boss surely resided.

And there he was. House was sitting at one of the small square tables, and Chase expected to see Wilson sitting across from him; he was surprised to see a big young man who resembled a bear playing paper football with House.

"Score!" the horribly muscular guy called, jumping up, and Chase could feel the linoleum floor shake beneath him as the man came back down. After a moment, House joined Big Bear Boy in the victory dance.

"Nice, Emmett," House enthused. "You are so much more fun than Wilson, and you don't even complain when I tell, nay, ask you to buy me food."

The other guy beamed.

"If only you could play the piano," House said dejectedly.

"Hey, my brother, Edward, can," the one named Emmett announced, but then he shook his curly brown hair. "But you wouldn't like him, House; he's a stick in the mud."

"Awe, we can't have that, now can we?" House replied. "And speaking of stick in the muds, here comes my Wombat now."

Chase raised his eyebrows slightly as House beckoned him over towards him. Skeptically, Chase said, "Hello, I'm Dr. Chase."

House's new playmate looked confused. "I thought you were Wombat."

Chase rolled his eyes, casting an annoyed look in House's direction.

House shrugged. "Hey! Get your own name for our Australian friend."

Emmett grinned. "Well, I'll just call you Dr. Chase." Bless you, Chase thought. "My name's Emmett Cullen, Carlisle's son."

Chase noticed that Emmett had the same colorless skin and gold eyes as his eyes. However, Carlisle looked extremely young to Chase to be a father of a teenaged son.

Botox can do a lot these days, Chase mused in his head. And I bet he bleaches his hair; not everyone can get that Baywatch look naturally.

"Dude, I seriously like your accent," Emmett said. Chase realized that the guy was not being rude on purpose; he was just naturally big, nice, and loving.

Chase smiled. "Thank you."

"And I like your country's native animal," House replied sharply. He hissed in Chase's ear, "Don't steal my new best friend. You've got enough of your own."

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that you can have more than one best friend?" Chase asked in a slight whisper, but Emmett seemed more engrossed by the cracks in the floor.

"Nope. And so I thoroughly corrupt your bizarre rule, I'm ditching Wilson. He just doesn't have the luster and pizzazz that Emmett here does," House answered, shifting the position of his cane.

Chase sighed. "Have you met Dr. Cullen yet?"

House glanced at his subordinate. "The one Cuddy finds attractive, the man who intimidates you and makes you wish you were a model instead of a doctor, or the guy summoned from my own personal underworld to spy on me as I do my job?"

"They are all the same doctor," Chase replied sharply.

"Yeah, I've met him. Why? Does he make you tense?"

"No."

"Hmm. Then why don't you go and do your job?" House suggested. "A sure-fired way for you to get on his bad side, or rather, to get on his less than perfect bleach-blond haired side, would be to solve Bella Swan's case before he does."

"Oh, and what are you doing to get on his bad side?" Chase asked.

"Me? I am going to use my charm to ruin his life by stealing his wife," House replied honestly. "Her name is Esme, and she makes Cuddy look…well, bad."

Chase nodded and turned to leave. As he did, he heard House say, "Come on, Emmett. I need a ham sandwich. Want one?"

Emmett shook his head. "Nah, I'm a vegetarian."

And with that, Chase turned and left. However, he was not headed towards Bella and her insignificant problems; no, he was going to talk to Wilson.

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