Author's Notes: So this is it… I decided to finish this one, just because my writer's block is killing me and I want to concentrate on one story at a time… Please review review review I love all of you, 'cause you were my first readers. Look out for the continuation of "Bloodlust"

Chapter 10 – And so they lived…

"Ian, how are you?" said Chase, trying to sound polite while walking into his least favorite patient's room.

"Better, Doctor Chase." Ian grinned. "I can move again."

"Great. Now I will need to take your temperature and stuff and if all the tests are fine, we are letting you go in about a few days." Said Chase.

Ian just smiled and stuck out his arm. Chase sighed, and felt for his pulse, looking at his watch.

"Well, that seems to be in order… Now -,"

Suddenly it was Ian's hand grabbing Chase's wrist and not the other way around as it was moments before.

"I have a better idea…" he said huskily, pulling the doctor towards him, his breath hot against the man's skin.

"Ian, let go!" Chase tried to get away, but the guy was an athlete and two times bigger than him.

"No, Robert, I want you…" Ian pulled Chase towards himself, so that their lips were barely touching. Chase hit against his chest, trying to find escape from the fiery embrace. He gripped onto Ian's arms…

"What's going on here?!" House limped into the ward and found his spouse and his patient in a very compromising position – holding each other tight, lips almost touching, both red in the cheeks and panting.

He stared at the pair of them in shock for a moment, then regained his control and nodded curtly:

"Sorry for interrupting."

And he was gone, leaving behind only the faint sound of his cane tapping, together with a pleased Ian and a shocked Chase.

***

"House! House! Please open the door!"

House sighed again, stretching his leg onto the table. Chase had been knocking on his door and screaming since 6 p.m. He glanced sideways at the clock on the wall. It was 9 now.

He still couldn't believe Chase. How could he crawl back here after what he did?

Maybe I did misunderstand it… Maybe it really wasn't his fault…

No. I saw him and this… boy together, basically snogging each other in front of me…

And yet a part of him felt there was something missing in this story. Something he could find out if he opened the door and let Chase explain himself.

"HOUSE! Please open the door! House!..."

He heard another sound. About the same sound he heard when he playfully bit Chase or pinched him…

A whimper.

That weakened his resolve and he stood up, sighing and cursing himself for being such a ninny. He wrenched the door open…

Instead of an angry Chase, he saw someone he thought he didn't know at first. A weak boy, sitting in the ridiculously colorful clothes of Doctor Robert Chase. His hair was messed up, his face red, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was hiccupping and sobbing. He was a wallowing mess.

"House… You… You opened the door… I…"

"Chase. I don't want to her any pitiful lies." House said firmly, though all he wanted was to hug Chase close to himself and kiss his tears away. No, he hurt you… He doesn't deserve another chance…

"House, I would never… House… Greg!"

"It's Dr. House for you, Chase. And I want you to sign this." House threw a folder at Chase, his won heart clenching.

Chase looked down at the stack of papers.

"Yes, Robert. Divorce. Right now. We don't have any assets so all you have to do is sign them." House snapped.

Chase gasped, trying to fight back his tears.

"I don't want you in my apartment. I don't want you in my insurance. I don't want you in my life."

Chase kept crying, his head down, tears spilling onto the paper. When he finally looked up, House nearly did a double take – there was so much sorrow in his eyes, so much sadness…

"Do you have a pen?"

House nearly gasped himself. Chase was giving up.

He nodded and gave a pen to Chase, who scribbled his signature into the indicated fields. Then he just passed the paper to House, who took them and said, feeling his heart break into a zillion tiny peaces:

"Congratulations, you're no longer Robert House. Have a nice life with your boyfriend."

And he shut the door into Chase's face, who remained sitting there, pale and feeling like howling to the moon.

***

Chase walked into Ian's ward, visibly shaking.

"Ian… We're letting you go."

Ian's head snapped up and he found himself looking into Chase's face, which was masklike, dead and only his eyes showed the desperation he felt inside…

"Great. I guess I'll be seeing you?" he asked, appearing unruffled by Chase's mood.

"You guess wrong." Said Chase stiffly. "I don't want to see you ever again."

"Well then… How about a kiss… Or something more for my goodbye?..." Ian stood up and pulled Chase closer.

Chase shook his head, though he didn't feel like he cared anymore. See, when you have your heart shredded to pieces, not much matters anymore.

The only thing that was left, though, was his dignity.

"Ian, please let me go."

Ian shook his head, smirking and leaned closer.

"Ian. Please. No."

"Chase… I want you."

"You can't always get what you want." Said Chase coldly.

He heard a gasp behind him. They both found themselves looking at House, who was staring at his team member in awe.

My line… My favorite saying… Then… He didn't lie…

"Let him go." House took a step.

"No."

"I said let him go."

"No."

House's fist connected with Ian's nose.

***

"Greg… Greg… Please wake up… Please…"

House woke up to find a sobbing Chase by the side of a hospital bed. His hospital bed.

"Chase… What happened?"

"You woke up!" Chase exhaled with relief. "You… you fought with Ian…" he looked away.

"For you." House remembered never feeling as angry as he did then. For letting himself believe Chase didn't love him, for letting Chase go…

"House… I promise to you, I swear, if you want… I'll quit my job and move back to Oz, if it makes you less uncomfortable… I'll get out of your life, I promise…" Chase started babbling, tears streaming down his face.

What he didn't see was a lonely tear sliding down the older man's face.

"Chase. I… never wanted you to go. I though you left me for Ian and I…"

"I understand. I should've not given Ian any hope… I should've -,"

"I didn't sign the divorce papers."

"What?" Chase looked up.

"I didn't sign the papers."

"Why not?"

"Because of you."

Chase stared at him, tears in his eyes, mouth slightly open in shock, shaking and red… In House's eyes he'd never looked so beautiful.

"Chase… Robert… Will you… Remarry me?" asked House, biting his lip.

The next second he had an armful of a sobbing, crying mess.

***

"So, where are you going on your second honeymoon?" asked Cuddy coyly, grinning at House, who looked extra stunning today – black suit, white ironed shirt and neatly trimmed stubble.

"Huh?" House paid no attention, he was too busy watching a certain young man in a white suit who was playing with a golden band on his ring finger. They were both sitting on his motorcycle, ready to go.

"I asked were you were going to screw poor Robbie senseless."

"In a place where there's adventure, lust, and the Eiffel Tower…"

"Paris?"

"Vegas."

He put an arm around his husband and waved goodbye from his motorcycle. They sped off into the night, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

***

"So, do you want an encore?"

"You're only saying it because I made you wait until the wedding."

"Sure thing, Robbie House."

"Oh, shut up."