I had a free weekend everyone and I was able to work on this chapter as well as two chapters for Little one, my other story. I'm already working on the next chapter for this story but I need to go over it, so again, I don't know if I'll be able to post it anytime soon since this week is going to be really hectic but I'll try to post it during this week, if I get a chance. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. ^_^

Chapter 10

When Chase woke up, the first thing he realized was that he felt like his limbs were slightly heavier then normal. Just like he had small weights attached to them.

As he became more aware of himself and the heaviness became less, he then realized he was laying on a hospital bed with some IV drips connected to him, a monitor was keeping watch of his vitals and an oxygen tube was blowing intervals of air into his nose.

Rubbing a hand across his eyes to get rid of the grogginess that still lingered, he decided to remove the oxygen tube but was stopped when a voice to his side spoke.

"I wouldn't do that, you were breathing sporadically when we brought you in earlier." said Wilson as he stood up from the chair in the corner to stand next to Chase's bed.

"What happened?" asked Chase looking around to see if House was around as well.

"Well apparently the wine you drank was made from various berries and that included strawberries and it gave you a slight reaction." said Wilson, watching Chase look around the room.

"Where's House?" asked Chase finally realizing House wasn't in the room with them.

"He called a cab and went home after the emergency room doctor told us you were stable." said Wilson, watching Chase get a disappointed look on his face at hearing House was here.

"Oh." said Chase, "Wait, so I wasn't drugged?"

"Drugged?" asked Wilson.

"Well, before….before you all came in, I was already having some kind of reaction to the wine, because I felt really hot and I had an instant…erect*cough*…well when Mr. Jameson groped me and before I tried to stop him, I felt light headed and sluggish." said Chase feeling embarrassed that he was talking to Wilson about what happened.

Raising an eyebrow, Wilson said, "Well I wouldn't be surprised since you two seemed to be having a good time before we all came into the room and you seemed to be really into what Mr. Jameson was doing to you."

"What?! No, I think I was drugged….I know I was. I wouldn't have let him do anything to me if I wasn't." said Chase.

"They can run a drug test on me and then House can see that…" continued Chase but was interrupted by Wilson.

"Chase that wine was what caused you to collapse. You weren't drugged." said Wilson.

"But, the wine I drank was a merlot wine, I would have noticed in the beginning if it had strawberries and what I felt afterwards wasn't the type of reaction I would have gotten if it was." said Chase with confusion.

"I called Mr. Jameson, Chase and he said you had this wine that he buys from a private wine maker and they use strawberries in it." said Wilson.

Chase shook his head in confusion, not believing what Wilson was saying and was about to suggest the drug test again when Wilson interrupted him.

"Look, Chase what matters is that you drank while you were supposed to be working. Doesn't matter if you weren't on hospital grounds, you still drank. And even if they do run a drug test, do you really want them to? Because I can assure you if you get that drug test done…the board will hear about it and they'll find out what else you did when they investigate the matter further and you could lose your job." said Wilson.

"So you're telling me that I need to just ignore what happened?" asked Chase still feeling confused.

"No, if you think you need to go through with it, then do so. I'm just informing you that if you go through with it, the board will eventually find out and you could be put on suspension or worse lose your job for drinking when you weren't supposed to and for having sexual relations with a patient. I haven't told Cuddy you're in the hospital yet but when I call her, I'm going to just tell her you had a reaction to a fruit juice that Mr. Jameson offered you. That way they don't look into it any further than that." said Wilson as he went over to pick up his coat from the chair next to Chase's hospital bed.

"Where are you going?" asked Chase as he watched Wilson put his coat on.

"Chase, we might be colleagues and sort of friends but House is my best friend and right now I think he really needs someone to be there for him." said Wilson as he was heading towards the door.

Chase could only stare dumbly at Wilson and couldn't believe what was happening.

Before he left the room he turned towards Chase, who was looking down at his hospital blanket with a blank face, and said, "Look, Chase, I just know that House isn't taking this well, you really hurt him and I know from experience that House can't really express himself sometimes on how he really feels."

"He might actually be at his apartment right now and, I hope I'm wrong, taking vicodin and alcohol to just not think about what happened. So…I called Cameron to let her know that you're here at Princeton General and she'll be here soon while I go check up on House. Ok?"

Chase only offered a slow nod in acknowledgement to Wilson's words.

Wilson sighed, he wanted to stay and reassure Chase that things would work for the best and that he would help him and House but right now he was more worried about House.

So after telling Chase again that Cameron would be here soon, he left.

After Wilson left, Chase just felt numb inside. He couldn't believe that Wilson or for that matter House would just believe his symptoms were from an allergic reaction to the wine.

He thought maybe House would have investigated more on what had caused his reactions to see what he had but instead he just didn't even bother.

Was House really that angry at him, that he didn't care anymore or did House really believe him to be a cheater? Thoughts like that ran through Chase's mind until he thought about the wine and what happened afterwards.

He couldn't believe that he was mistaken about what kind of wine he drank. He knew the wine was a merlot because he had seen the bottle way before Dylan had poured him a glass. So he couldn't have been confused about what it was made of but Wilson had already called Dylan and Dylan had lied, but why?

Laying back down on his side, Chase felt like his heart was crumbling from not having House here and thinking that Dylan was right, House might have not cared after seeing him with Dylan.

As a few tears slipped out, he couldn't help but feel a sudden anger for the asshole who had ruined his chance at being happy for once with the one true man that had actually taken a chance for once in his life to let somebody in and who he had let in as well.

He knew that House had issues with trusting people and believing them but he had confessed his love for Chase and had admitted to him that it was the hardest thing he had ever done, not because he didn't trust Chase but because he didn't trust himself at first.

That said a lot about how much trust House had in him from the very beginning after he confessed to him.

But then Chase had gotten himself drugged and then basically had sex with someone that House hated and to top it off, House had seen it all.

He just knew he had torn to shreds all that trust that House had given him.

So as Chase hugged his pillow and cried silent tears, he couldn't help but feel that it wasn't worth even doing the drug test anymore because if he did he wouldn't get to see House once he went back to work.

Wilson was right, the board would put him on suspension first, investigate and once they found out that he had drank while still working and had oral sex with Dylan, he knew they would fire him for good.

'I just wanted to humor Dylan and I guess I was such an idiot to want to go along with his stupid tradition because I wanted House and I to be happy that I guess this is what I get for not being more cautious. House was right, I didn't pay enough attention and someone took advantage of that. He probably thinks I'm such an idiot, knowing him….' thought Chase.

"Why did I drink the stupid wine!" said Chase harshly as he pounded a fist on the hospital mattress he was laying on.

"It's over…" whispered Chase in a broken voice as he continued to cry into his pillow.

Before Wilson had completely left the hospital that Chase was at he made a phone call to Cuddy to give her the explanation that he had told Chase. After getting off the phone with her he headed towards House's apartment.

He hoped that his best friend wasn't drinking himself into a stupor or worse taking his vicodin and drinking himself into a stupor. He didn't want a repeat of finding House on his living room floor like last time.

As he stopped at a red light, he thought about what he had told Chase and wondered if he had done the right thing in telling Chase not to go through with the drug test.

He knew if it was anybody else he would have suggested the drug test but he had his reasons for not wanting Chase to get suspended or worse fired. He thought maybe if he talked to House, he could convince House to give Chase one more chance since they both deserved one.

He knew it might be a long shot but hey he had tricked his best friend into confessing in the first place so maybe he could trick House into taking Chase back.

As the light turned green, Wilson gave a sigh and thought, 'Maybe I'm just kidding myself and maybe I should have told Chase to go with the drug test after all. I just wish….none of this had happened to the two of them in the first place since they deserved to be happy for once."

Once Wilson arrived at House's apartment and he had knocked on the door several times with no answer, Wilson used his key.

Looking over to the living room floor, he gave a mental sigh of relief that his friend wasn't lying there passed out or…he didn't even want to finish that thought.

Hanging up his coat and walking further into the apartment, he found House just laying down in his bed and staring up at the ceiling.

Knocking on the doorframe, he said, "I knocked and you didn't answer, so I used my spare key."

"hmm." said House as acknowledgement but continued to stare at the ceiling.

"House, do you want to talk…" said Wilson but was interrupted as House sat up and made his way past Wilson to go into his living room.

Wilson followed after him and watched as his friend took a seat on his coffee table and looked at his couch as he was contemplating something.

"House, are you alright?" asked Wilson, worried that he was not handling the whole situation well.

"Wilson, do I look like I'm alright?" asked House turning to look at Wilson and noticing the slightly worried and confused expression on Wilson's face.

"Um…no…" said Wilson hesitantly.

Rolling his eyes, House said nonchalantly, "I guess this didn't work out."

"House you can't mean that…" said Wilson, thinking he meant his relationship with Chase.

"Oh, I sure do mean it! I'm keeping a better eye on Chase from now on. Maybe even hire a personal spy to watch his every move when I can't…oh wait, there's always Cameron. Anyways, that way someone else can't take advantage of him ever again." explained House

"What?" asked a confused Wilson, placing his hands on his hips and waiting for House to explain further.

Shaking his head, House said, "Wilson, do you honestly believe what that guy told you, that Chase had wine that was a mixture of berries which included strawberries? I know Chase can be air headed at times but he's not a total idiot and he wouldn't have drank or eaten something that he was allergic to on purpose. Besides he's sometimes a bit too cautious when it comes to fruits or fruity drinks. I should know I've been stalking him ever since I thought he had a crush on me. So I know Chase was drugged and it wasn't because that psychopath turned Chase on with his body or techniques." said House.

"Are you sure?" asked Wilson in disbelief.

"I saw before I left that there was a platter of strawberries, which weren't eaten on the table by the door. I also saw the wine bottle that was there and the label read merlot in big, red, bold cursive letters." said House as he stood up.

"So then Chase was right in assuming he was drugged…wait, Why didn't you say anything before?" asked Wilson.

"Because….I knew if I said anything before you would have had to tell Cuddy what really happened and then the board would have found out. Then Chase would have lost his job for getting a blow job from a patient and even though I'm upset with what happened that doesn't mean I want him to get fired." explained House as he starting pacing from the door to his piano.

"Do you have an idea of what the drug might have been?" asked Wilson watching House.

"No, but I knew you would call Cameron and so I called her a little while ago and asked her to get a urine sample from Chase and test it for what it could be after she went back to work." said House as he stopped his pacing and got his coat from the coat rack.

"Where are you going?" asked Wilson, "And wait….so your not going to end your relationship?"

"No, of course not! I may be upset but I'm more angry at the fact that, that ass decided to drug MY wombat and take advantage of him. If there's anyone that is allowed to drug him, that would be me and me alone." said House as he opened the door to his apartment.

Wilson placing a hand on his forehead said, "House….never mind…but you didn't answer my first question. Where are you going?"

"Well, since you're here. I'm assuming Chase woke up and is probably thinking where I was. Knowing you, you took me leaving Princeton General as a sign that I didn't want to be near him and that I was moping around and blaming him for what happened. So I'm going to make sure to tell him how I really feel and make him understand that I am upset with him but only because he didn't call me to tell me what you guys had planned. So all of this could have been prevented and then….I'm going to make sure he understands that I'm not letting him go that easily." said House already walking out of the apartment but turned to look at a flabbergasted Wilson.

Wilson standing in House's living room, blinked and shook his head and said, "Ok…who are you and what have you done with the real House? I mean, House I'm glad you're taking this better then expected but I don't really believe you aren't going to let Mr. Jameson get away with this….or are you?"

"Let's just say I had a lot of time to think about what to do to that jerk and I've actually gotten into contact with a certain person that's going to help me get my revenge on him even though I think he's another person that is a pain in the ass." said House, "Now hurry up and lock up. I want to see Chase and hopefully see his ass hanging out of his hospital robe."

"House…" sighed Wilson as he followed his friend into the hallway and was locking up. "Do I really want to know who you contacted or can I pretend I don't already know who it is?"

"Doesn't matter to me one bit if you want to know or if you already know. I'm just making sure that jerk knows that I also have my ways of making life miserable for him if he tries to come between me and Chase again." said House as he walked to Wilson's car.

Wilson, unlocking the doors and getting into the driver's seat, turned towards House and said, "Fine, I'm going to pretend I don't know about your vengeance against Mr. Jameson but please when we get to Princeton General…just don't give me any more details to why you want to see Chase's posterior."

"Hey, if you weren't such a ladies' man, then you would admire his butt too." said House as Wilson turned on his car.

"House! Stop! I can't believe you are ok with the thought of me admiring your boyfriend's butt, especially with what happened." said Wilson as he pulled away from the curb into traffic.

"That's because you're my best friend and I know you wouldn't pull the old Wilson charm on my boyfriend even if you were gay. So I trust you." said House.

Wilson just sighed at that and continued to drive back to Princeton General Hospital with House staring intently at Wilson before looking forward or to the side to watch some of the cars go by.

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yaoilover82: I'm going to give you a small hint to what the next chapter will have since I know some of you are really curious to what happens next and ask me in your reviews/comments ;) Here's the sneek peek:

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Sitting quickly up on his bed, he said in a harsh low tone, "I thought I told you to stay the hell away from me."

"Hey, I only came to check up on you. I was actually surprised that Dr. Wilson called me and told me that they were taking you to the hospital." said Dylan as he closed the door behind him and leaned up against it.

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yaoilover82: *sigh* Dylan is such a blockheaded jerk and never learns that no means no. *sigh*