Chase POV>

House doesn't like it when peoplelie.

Wilson lies, but he's bad at it, because he denies things to himself as well as other people. If you make him think about it, there goes his ability to deny it, and his precariously constructed skill to lie about it. And eventually he just gives up his ridiculous attempt at a façade and tells the truth.

That's why House can call him a friend: because eventually he'll admit to the lie.

Cameron lies, and she's pretty good at it, because she can get people to feel sorry for her and then believe her motives. If you dig at her stories too much though, she falls apart.

House always makes her fall apart.

Foremen lies, but only for what he believes is the greater good. If telling the truth goes against what he thinks is the proper course of action, he'll manipulate the situation. If you make him feel guilty about it though, he'll rectify his mistakes instantly, even if it means harming his pride.

House can make him feel pretty guilty by lying the same way and making the situation tip in his favor instead of Eric's.

I lie too: by not always telling the whole truth. I keep to myself what I don't think anyone else needs to know. I would never do this with a patient or a diagnosis, but I do it all the time in my personal life.

House knows I hide things, and he's forever trying to figure them out so that he can figure me out.

He's doing it now, sitting across the cafeteria table while we eat lunch and wait for lab results on our newest case. We've already treated the patient with no medical support to House's theory, of course, but the results will pacify Cuddy.

"Your appearance is ridiculously Pretty Boy" he states, giving me his scrutinizing, forehead scrunched, eyes narrowed, mouth frowning gaze.

For a second I feel like leaning over and kissing it off him, but with his ludicrous personality, he'd probably just remain impassively with the same expression trying to get the answers he wanted.

Plus I had a few inner qualms about kissing my supposedly heterosexual boss in public. Although said boss would probably rag on me about not being "well adjusted" if I had hang ups about that.

"It's not like I can help it" I said, pushing noodles around on my plate.

"Did I say you needed to?" he asked.

"No, but you made a statement about my looks that implies you don't exactly approve of them. And god knows that when you disapprove of something, there has to be something done about it" I answered with a smile.

He smiled back…Deviously.

I began to feel nervous.

"That also goes for things I do approve of, and here's what I'm going to do about it" he got up, leaned across the table, and kissed me.

I stopped thinking, which isn't a very good predicament for a doctor; someone could die if my brain ceases to work.

House POV>

He didn't pull away, he didn't open his mouth in shock so I could have at his tonsils…he didn't do anything.

I pulled back and licked my lips thoughtfully while Chase stayed frozen in place with a shocked expression on his face, and the rest of the buzzing activity of the hospital cafeteria continued around us.

"Well, c'mon then, lets go see if those tests are finished" I said, stepping away from the table and picking up my tray.

"Huh?" was all the response that I got from my little Wombat.

I tapped him lightly with my cane. He jumped five feet in the air and bounced out of his seat, starring at me for a few moments with an incredulous look before abruptly coughing and turning his head away.

Running his hand through his hair he said, "Yea…um…test results…right"

Chase POV>

I sat in the break room so I wouldn't hurt myself by running into a wall…which I had already done…twice.

Wilson watched me from across the room, trying his best not to smirk, "So, House kissed you?"

"Yes" I said, running the event over and over in my mind like I had been all afternoon (no doubt the reason for my newly acquired clumsiness).

"And you then proceeded to run into walls?" he covered his face with his hand and cleared his throat.

I sighed, "Go ahead and laugh already" I said.

He did…excessively.

I was glad that both Eric and Allison were on clinic duty and didn't have to hear this.

When he finally got himself under control, he started being helpful, "So, a guy you like kisses you…now what are you going to do?"

I threw my head back and closed my eyes, "I don't know…I suppose the next step would be to kiss him back…let him know the feeling's mutual"

"So why haven't you?" Wilson asked.

I opened my eyes and glared at him, "Because, this isn't just any guy, Wilson, it's House!"

He smiled and crossed his arms against his chest while shaking his head, "So?"

At my pointed look, he elaborated, "Yes, he's crazy, and bitter, and sarcastic…but he isn't complicated. He knows what he wants, knows how to get it, and while he waits for the rest of us to catch up to him, he figures out the human puzzles among us who catch his interest"

I thought this over for a second before getting out of my seat and heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" Wilson asked, although I'm pretty sure he already knew.

I answered anyway, "To stop being so interesting"

House POV>

I was fighting space monkeys in exam room three, waiting for my clinic duty hours to be up and hiding from Cuddy and patients with runny noses…the usual, when Chase burst in, grabbed my shirt collar and kissed me.

And when I say kiss, I mean all out tongue, teeth, and lips. I barely notice my game getting crushed between our bodies as he didn't break mouth contact in order to straddle me on the examining table.

His kiss was forceful and firm. His tongue dominated my mouth and swooped into every tiny space inside it, like he was a greedy prospector digging for treasure.

His hands moved from my collar down to my hands to take away the gameboy, tossing it across the room.

He finally let me up for some air, but in no way ceased all activity. With a determined look, he began to try and rip off my jacket and shirt.

"Don't you think we should-" I tried, but he had his mouth on mine again.

Oh well, the door didn't necessarily have to be closed.

I tried to participate when he began unbuttoning my shirt and breaking away from my mouth to follow his hands down my body, kissing and nipping and teasing his way down every inch of continuously exposed skin.

I tried to help him out of his smock, and I had succeeded just as Cuddy walked in the door, glancing over a file, "House, if you don't get a patient in here right now, I'm going to-"

She stopped mid sentence once she looked up and saw what kind of position I was in.

A disheveled and flushed, heavy breathing, mussed up Australian doctor missing his smock (which was crumpled on the floor), and boasting an impressive hard on, was straddling my calves (I was thankful for the big dose of Vicodin I had taken just before our little romp).

Me, breathing labored and lips swollen from all that kissing, jacket off at the arms but still under my back, shirt unbuttoned and mouth shaped red marks leading all the way down to the top of my belt. I don't think I have to mention what I was sporting just bellow that belt.

What can I say? I have a thing for Pretty Boys who can dominate.

The look on Cuddy's face…priceless.

The look on Robert's (I figure we just crossed into the first name basis thing), also priceless, but a little less funny, because I knew this might mean that I don't get any in hospital examining rooms anymore.

Cuddy POV>

"Oh, now, Cuddy, what'd I say about barging into the room when the blinds are drawn?" House quipped.

Chase looked horrified.

I was more grateful than ever for my quick-thinking-in-a-clinch at that moment, as I blinked the site before me out of my head and sighed, avoiding eye contact with either of them at all costs.

"Get…dressed you two…you're both on clinic duty" I managed to get out, "And whatever you do in your off-hours, in your bedrooms, is your business…don't make it mine"

I turned my back to them and contemplated my next words as they disentangled from each other and got themselves straightened up.

When the rustling movements had finished, I turned back around to find them both standing. House with an almost pleased demeanor, daring me to mention this incident ever again, and Chase, brushing out the wrinkles in his smock and looking at the floor with a face that was flaming with embarrassment.

"I'm fine with doctors and/or nurses dating each other as long as it doesn't interfere with their work. However, I do not approve of them conducting sexual activities in this hospital. Not only is it unsanitary and therefore possibly harmful to susceptible patients- I don't care how careful you are about it- it's unprofessional and disruptive to the work force"

I hated having to chew Chase out like this, especially when I knew this was probably all House's fault, but I wouldn't be a good Administrator if I didn't give them this lecture.

"Okay, we've got it, mom, we'll use condoms next time, sheesh" House said with a mock teenage demeanor and an added roll of the eyes.

And as usually, no matter how disturbed Chase was at any given moment, he couldn't help but laugh.

I shook my head with helplessness and left the room…there was just no use. If House has his way, a week from now I'm probably going to stumble upon them in a supply closet giving each other "physicals".

House POV>

At the end of our shift I convinced Chase that he really, really, wanted to go to my place tonight.

I smiled to myself as we hopped on my motorcycle and Robert put his arms snug around me as we took off.

This was going to be interesting.

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A/N: I think I might end it here, because I have these good ideas for some House/Foremen and House/Wilson fics and they actually do have a plot. But if you guys want another chapter, I could probably pull that off too.