"Dr. Chase?" He wasn't paying attention when Cuddy called his name. He stared out the window, worrying the pen in his mouth. Cameron and Foreman exchanged glances and looked back at Chase.
"Chase!" Cuddy raised her voice a little and startled Chase.
"Someone is here to see you." He followed her to the room where they were waiting. He stood frozen in his spot, eyes jumping between them. Cuddy slowly backed out of the room.
"Robert, I am worried about you." Anna stood up and looked at her stepson. He ignored her.
"Really, House? You had to go there?" House stood up and sighed.
"You wouldn't listen to me." House shrugged, and Chase looked at the ceiling, praying that he wouldn't cry.
"Please, Robert. I lost your father, I don't need to lose you." Her eyes watered as she reached out to Chase. He walked away.
"I'm not going!" He shouted.
"Hey!" House shouted, grabbed Chase and spun him around. "Your stepmother flew all the way from Australia to talk you you. You will stay here and listen to her, you hear me?" They stared at each other for a while until House was sure Chase was staying. His grip released and they turned to Anna.
"You need help, love. I know this isn't you." Chase bowed his head.
"I know. I'm sorry." The room was quiet until House spoke up.
"So...does this mean you'll go?"
"No." Chase walked out.
"Your mother would be disappointed." That caught Chase's attention. He spun around, fire in his eyes.
"Don't you dare bring her up again." His voice was cold.
"I thought he listened to you." House left before Anna could reply. Chase was almost out the door when House closed the door with his cane.
"Okay. You don't listen to your boyfriend or your stepmother. I don't know what else to do."
"Leave me alone. And move away from the door." Chase kept his hand pushed against the door, unwilling to look at House.
"Okay." House moved away and watched Chase leave. The epiphany hit and he left to go home with Chase.
"Look, I'm sorry about all the rehab shit." House told Chase when they were getting ready for bed. "It's your life. Do what you want." Chase watched him curiously.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously." House kissed Chase's forehead and walked out.
"I'm gonna get ready for bed." Chase wanted to wait, to talk more, but he fell asleep. He woke up soon after and House still wasn't in bed. What's taking so long? Chase wondered, stumbling out of bed. The bathroom was open a crack, but Chase couldn't see anything. Slowly, he pushed the door open and saw House on the floor. A few bottles were rolling around him.
"House! You fucking idiot!"