Disclaimer: don't own either ER or House, wishful thinking… but whatever.

A/N: Thought I'd try something new, going through Chase's point of view. Oh, and No Reason never happened in this story, so House never got shot. Let's go!

Six Months Later; Chase's POV

It's been six months, six long, wonderful months, since I told House good-bye. He calls me once a week to see if I'm coming back. Every week I tell him no and every week I wonder why he still asks. Tonight everyone in the ER is down at the local bar. We're celebrating, and there's a lot to be happy about. Intern season starts tomorrow in the ER and the new students will take over the ER. Archie has since moved on to 'bigger and better things', Abby and Luca have a baby, a little boy named 'Joe' and Neela's moved up to the OR, but she's here tonight with us.

"You have to help," says Ray. "You worked in a teaching hospital for Christ's sake!"

"I know all the girls will be following you anyways," adds Neela, who never gives up an opportunity to bug me. A good song blasts over the speakers, I'm not sure what it is, but it's got a good beat so I grab Sam's hand.

"Hold that though," I say to Neela, then turning to Sam, "Let's Dance."

"No, I'm fine," she says, pulling her hand out of mine. I smile.

"Come on, I'm to that bad a dancer." I take her hand again and pull her towards the dance floor.

"Go on, Sam, have some fun," says Abby and Sam lets me lead her onto the floor. We dance, a bit of jive and some pretending we know what we're doing. When we slide back to our seats everyone is laughing and I can't help but laugh too.

"You two make a cute couple," says Luca and Sam blushes.

"It's true," agrees Abby. Luca smiles at Sam. I know they had a thing before I came to County, but she broke it off. It doesn't matter to me; I'm not into a relationship right now, especially with House still looming in my mind. Nobody but Ray knows how surreal that was. He understands, and reminds me that he'll always be there if I need him. Some might say I like Ray more then I like Sam, but all I know is that it's great to have friends like them.

"So!" says Kerry, holding up her glass, "here's to old friends, new friends, and life in the ER."

"Cheers!" says Luca, and we all clink our glasses together. I notice Ray watching me as I order up my second drink. Luca and Abby are dancing, Kerry is talking to Pratt and Sam is catching Neela up on the happenings in the ER. Ray walks up to me and looks at the glass.

"You sure that's a good idea?" he asks. Since the first night, he doesn't trust me around alcohol.

"I'm fine," I insist. He doesn't look like he believes me. He knows pretty much every secret in my life, he weaseled most of them out of me in the same way House used to, just by asking questions and letting me rant.

"Last one, I promise." He smiles as Sam walks over and takes my hand, leading me towards the dance floor. The music is slow and we dance, she wraps her arms around my neck loosely, but she doesn't expect anything from me, we're just friends. I put my hands on her hips, holding her close. By the end of the first song my arms are wrapped around her waist and she's resting her head on my shoulder. I kind of hope for another slow song, and I am in luck. We dance for almost an hour, slow songs, fast songs, everything, before she checks her watch.

"Crap, I gotta get home," she says.

"Alright, say 'hi' to Alex for me," I reply, referring to her son who I've met all of twice, but she smiles anyway.

"I will. See you tomorrow. Are you alright to get home?" she asks, knowing that the drink on our table is my third, even though I promised Ray I wouldn't.

"I'll be fine. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, 'Night, Robert."

"'Night, Sam." I watch her leave, saying good bye to everyone as she walks out of the crowded bar. I finish my drink and this time I decide not to order another. The music slows from an upbeat, old rock song, to The Who, Behind Blue Eyes. I smile; the song always makes me think of my life, of House and my dad and everything that's happened to me. I get up and try to talk Neela into dancing with me. For some reason I feel like dancing, I feel like celebrating, and I want to share that with everyone. Neela smiles and I lead her onto the floor. Half way through the song I hear a sound that isn't part of the music. Neela hears it too.

"Chase, you're buzzer's going off," she says, and I look down at the cell phone attached to my belt. Sure enough, it is.

"Oh, you're right. I'm sorry. I'll be right back." I start towards the back exit, picking up my cell as I go. The caller ID reads PPTH. At first I think its House, and I consider not answering it, but he's persistent and calls again. I spot Ray as I reach the exit.

"You're not leaving are you?" he asks. I shake my head.

"No, just gotta take a call. Wait for me?"

"Of course." I get outside and my phone buzzes again. I check the screen, six missed calls? He must be desperate, probably drunk, so I'm about to head back in with out calling, when he calls again. I pick it up.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Chase?" asks a shaky voice on the other line; it's Wilson, he sounds…upset.

"Wilson? What is it?"

"Chase, its House. There-I-Chase?" I don't know what's going on, I've never heard Wilson so frazzled, so at loss for words.

"Wilson. What happened?" I ask.

"House's Motorcycle. It…" he trails off and my heart is racing, I have a bad feeling about this.

"It what, Wilson?"

"He crashed. He's in the hospital right now. They don't know if he'll make it." I swear, for a moment, my heart stops.

A/N: Please! Don't panic, I'll be back soon.