Both men were tired as they returned to work the next day, while they had decided in bed that night that Chase should start easing himself back into work they had stayed up playing video games into the early hours of the morning.

They had both agreed that Chase would go back to his apartment tonight; House said he would stop round because he was too attached to the play station to see it go.

They both knew it was because House was still worried about him.

House had groaned and sulked in the morning, throwing the covers over his head, Chase had moaned at him, saying he was doing this because House knew full well he was unable to drag him out of bed.

When they walked into the conference room, House lingering back so it didn't look like they had arrived together, both Cameron and Foreman had greeted him with enthusiastic smiles.

"You're blonde?" Chase asked Cameron whose usual amber locks were now a dull blonde, "She did it just for you," House said as he entered and Chase shook his head.

Cameron glared at him, looking at their injured colleague, his arm was in a sling and he held himself awkwardly but most disturbing was the fading bruise on his face.

"I felt it was time for a change. How are you doing anyway? What happened?" Chase smiled, sitting down, "I'm okay, just a bit sore, I was mugged on my way back from a club," he silently pleaded with House to keep his mouth shut.

"Foreman, I think you should round up the hommies and go beat the crap out of them," Forman raised an eyebrow in House's general direction, he had learnt a long time ago to ignore House.

"Well, it's a good thing you're back; Cuddy gave us a case today." Forman said, placing the folder he held in his hands on the table, Chase opened it looking inside.

It felt good to be back. "That's it Foreman ignore my caring." House pouted.

"Why do you care?" Foreman asked.

"I had to do more clinic hours that's why." House said, taking the folder from Chase, smiling as he read it.

This was going to be a real puzzle he thought as he began to write symptoms on the board.

"Middle aged man; no family history of heart problems yet he has had three heart attacks in the past two days as well as dizzy spells, and double vision." House twirled the cane around in one hand, it felt good to back here with Chase, he seemed to make everything more exciting.

"Okay, Foreman and Cameron go and do a tox screen and an EKG, I also want him to do a stress test, Chase I want to see you in private."

"Why aren't we doing a differential?" Cameron asked, eyes trying to burn holes in House.

"Did you miss the part about three heart attacks? A stress test could kill him," Foreman said, copying Cameron.

If only looks could kill, well House would be grateful he was in a hospital.

He turned around to face them, only Chase had not spoken up, choosing to sit there and listen as a part of him had missed the bickering.

"I want to see what our fun tests will turn up before we start, and I'm fed up of hearing all the usual suspects." House smiled at Foreman, "It's a good thing he's in a hospital then isn't it! Now be gone my ducklings and release my reign of terror."

They both left the room, grumbling under their breathe.

House sat down next to Chase once they had gone, "How are you holding up?" He asked quietly and Chase smiled.

"Regretting staying up all night playing video games but I'm glad I'm back." House nodded, he looked outside for a moment to make sure no one was there before kissing Chase quickly.

"GET OFF MY BROTHER!!"

Another cliff hanger! sorry, there are nice things that happen within this story soon, i promise :D

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