Hey! Guess what! After this chapter we should get some longer, more dynamic chapters. And some insight into the real relationship between the boys. Next chapter, though, not this one. *grins* This one's just for fun…and because I thought Robbie was feeling a little left out.

Chapter Eight

Friday afternoon came and Chase sighed, packing up his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He gave a small nod to both Foreman and Cameron and left the room, hoping not to run into House on the way out of the hospital. Of course, as luck would have it, both he and Wilson were waiting right outside the door for him. His phone vibrated and he pulled it out to see a text message from Greg.

"Bumblebee knows who we are. Kitten and I have kill orders on us. If Bee knows, so does Snake."

"So, Wombat," House drawled, straightening from where he had leant against the building. "Whatcha doing this weekend? Aside from the orgy, of course."

Chase rolled his eyes, putting the phone back in his pocket. "Meeting my brothers." Where was the point in lying? House would just scrounge around until he figured it all out anyway. That was part of what made him such a good doctor.

House frowned. "You don't have any brothers."

"Three actually," Chase grinned. He loved confusing his boss. It was almost like revenge for all the sarcasm. "And a god-brother, but we're not too sure if he's showing up yet."

House scowled. "I've seen your file. You're an only child."

"Yup," Chase said cheekily. House's scowl deepened and Wilson shot the younger doctor a confused look. Chase merely shrugged, still grinning. Although a deep, British voice from behind him made his face suddenly go stony, his eyes becoming cold.

"Looks like one of your Brit friends is here," House mumbled.

Wilson, though, was watching Chase's face, having noticed the sudden change in disposition. Chase's hand was hovering near his hip, as though he had a weapon. But Chase didn't carry any guns, did he?

"Robert Chase Black?" the Brit asked. "I'd appreciate it if you came with me."

Chase rolled his eyes, turned around and pulled a gun on the large, black guy, all in one smooth movement. "Uh huh. And take me back to Order Headquarters, I presume?"

House and Wilson both blinked. They had been a little confused by the 'Black' tagged onto the end of Chase's name. But the gun had thrown both of them for a loop. And the way he was holding himself was definitely not their usual amiable Dr. Chase. It was more the stance of a trained soldier, if anything.

"You're in danger," the man said. "Dumbledore—"

"Gave the order to kill two of my brothers on sight," Chase interrupted. "You know what they do? One's a federal agent. The other works in the Crime Lab. And yet, after all the people they've saved, Dumbledore," he practically spat the name. "Gives the order to kill them because they can kill him. They are more powerful. Ever think about the orders your 'wise' leader gives?"

"Mr. Black," the man said, holding his hands up in surrender. He may have been a wizard but he knew what a gun was. And what one could do. "We just want—"

"Another tool," Chase spat. "You've rested an entire war on the shoulders of an almost sixteen year old boy. On the orders of Dumbledore, who refuses to give the boy training. Think that over." He cocked the gun, the click making the man take a step back. "And leave. Now."

With a single nod, the man turned around and walked away. Chase gave a frustrated sigh, the gun disappearing onto his person again. He turned back to House and Wilson with a grimace of a smile. "Hi."

House blinked, shocked speechless for what had to be the first time in a very long time. Wilson, however, gaped. "What was that?!"

"What?" Chase said, blinking innocently.

House finally managed to find his senses. "What are you? Some kind of mobster? You just pulled a gun on someone!"

"Yeah. I know," Chase nodded. "But I'm not allowed to let myself be captured and turned into a weapon in some war happening in the UK."

"You're a doctor!" House snapped. "You can't fight!"

Chase raised an eyebrow, wondering why it was that he hadn't made it to his car yet. "You just saw me pull a gun on a guy and you say I can't fight?" he asked. Scoffing slightly, he gave a short laugh. "I've been trained to fight since I was thirteen, House. I'm not exactly defenseless." He pushed past them, but Wilson grabbed his arm. "What?"

"You're hiding something," the doctor said softly.

Chase nodded. "Of course." He gave a small mocking smile. "But you don't expect me to tell, do you?"

"I can always fire you," House said.

Chase raised an eyebrow. "Frankly, I'm just trying to keep me and my brothers alive. My job comes second to that." He took his arm from Wilson's grasp and headed for his car, pulling out his phone from his pocket. "Hey, I just had a run in with a Fire Chicken. Thought I'd let you know," the two older doctors heard him say as he walked away.

House turned to Wilson with a raised eyebrow. "Wombat's keeping secrets," he said. "Dangerous ones."