Haylee woke up with Chases arm around her waist. They were both in his bed. She turned around and saw that he too was awake.

"Good morning," he said with a smile.

"God I love that accent," Haylee said, kissing him.

Just then they heard the door open.

"Chase! Get up! Our patient is dying!" House called.

"Oh my God!" Haylee whispered, "What is he doing here?"

"I dont know!"

Chase got up, put a pair of pants on and left the room.

"Is your girlfriend in there?" House asked, sounding amused.

"Uh... no," Chase answered nervously.

"Then what are you hiding? A bomb?" House asked as he shoved his way into the room.

Chase was terrified. House was standing in the doorway and Haylee had his shirt on and was clearly heading for the bathroom. House turned around and punched Chase. Chase didnt swing back, either not wanting to risk his job or not wanting to beat up a cripple.

Chase walked into the diagnostic room later that day.

"Who punched you?" Foreman asked, seeing the bruise on Chases face.

"House."

"Why?" Cameron asked, sounding concerned.

"He came to my apartment and... well, his daughter, Haylee was there and-"

"You slept with Houses daughter?" Foreman raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he did," Wilson said, walking into the room, "And House isnt happy."

"Obviously," Cameron said, looking at Chases bruise again.

"So, do you plan on a relationship or were you just gonna do her and leave?" Wilson asked, sitting down.

"No, of course not. Were going to dinner again tonight."

"Great; maybe it wont have the same ending as last time," House said, as he entered the room.

"Shes old enough to-"

"Shes twenty-four. How old are you? Thirty?"

"Im thirty and shes twenty-five."

"No shes not."

"Her birthday was five months ago. You mustve forgotten," Chase answered.

"Keep your hands off of my daughter."

"No," Chase said, without thinking.