A/N: Still trying to crank this one out. Failing. SIGH

Disclaimer: Me no own House M.D.

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House sat on the couch flipping channels continuously, he wondered 'Why did I rat myself out to Nolan? Now I am stuck with the wombat watching me.'

Chase sat in the recliner pretending to read a medical journal watching House out of the corner of his eye. He could tell House had moved on from fear and desperation, to denial and embarrassment. Chase couldn't understand why House asked for him, but he was oddly enough quite moved by it. For some reason his curmudgeonly boss held a special place in his heart. Where others saw an irascible jerk, Chase saw someone vulnerable and lonely. He didn't pity House; he simply understood the truth of who he was.

House decided he had enough of the babysitting and wanted to be alone; he stood up leaning on his cane and said "I'm tired going to bed."

Chase looked at him, and said "Need anything?"

House smirked "What have you got?"

Chase laughed "Nothing but time…"

House chuckled "Goodnight Wombat…"

"Good night House…"

After his evening ablutions, House found himself lying in the dark unable to sleep. He thought about Wilson and how he gave up his liver to that asshole, he thought about how scared he was to lose him. He thought about Lisa, and how she had ultimately rejected him, his eyes welled up, and he began to fight back the tears.

'DAMMIT! I will not fucking cry. I am supposed to be doing all this touchy feely crap it's supposed to make me better, make me happy. It's bullshit. I want a drink; I want a fucking LOT of drinks. I want vicodin; I want to quit feeling this way. Fucking Nolan has turned me into a girl!' His breath was coming quicker and more shallow, he felt like he was about to jump out of his skin, all he wanted was to hobble as fast as his leg would take him to the nearest bar.

"Shit…" House groaned he was starting to freak out and his leg was beginning to cramp.

Chase heard how restless House was all the way in the living room, but when he heard him cry out he came quickly to House's room. "House?" He knocked and opened the door. "Are you okay?"

House hissed "Get out! I 'm fine!"

"No you're not." He reached over and turned the lamp on. House was pale and he was breathing rapidly. "Pain or anxiety?" Chase asked.

"Both." House conceded breathlessly.

"Well idiot, I am here to help. I 'm getting you some more Ativan and some ibuprofen."

Chase returned quickly with the meds and a drink of water. House gulped the pills down greedily, and lay back down. "Alright mate. Now I am going to sit here until you fall asleep and tomorrow we'll drive up to see ."

House didn't argue, he was glad Chase was here. But he would never tell him. He could feel the Ativan kicking in and his breathing slowed, and soon he was fast asleep.

Chase watched House sleep for quite a long time, thinking of how often he had done this for his Mum. At least now he could do something to help.