Stupid girl… Kutner has a K… you fail ¬¬ So it's Erin's chapter now (: Please enjoy it muchly. And review :D oh and um… major Thirteen/Chase shipping :P

'That categorically cannot be Kutner.' House told himself as well as Cuddy, breathing in as he tried to rationalise everything over the constant throbbing of his leg, of which the cold was not making it any better.

'Well you have to believe that it is. I am Lawrence Kutner who used to work for you, and I can tell you how I got here.' House made to make a sarcastic reply, but Cuddy placed a hand over his mouth and replied before.

'Tell us, ignore him, he's an ass.'

'I know.' Through the gloom, Cuddy had a vague idea that he was smiling.

'So tell me, what happened?'

'Well… my parents were killed, as you know, but I had a cousin, he was there and I guess they didn't see him because they didn't kill him. But he watched and it drove him relatively insane. And he hated me for not being there. So when I heard he was in New Jersey… I got worried because I had no idea how it had affected him. And when he arrived at my apartment with a gun… I hid… and ended up here.' Kutner finished his story lamely, linking his fingers in his lap.

'A cousin?' House quirked an eyebrow in the gloom.

'Well…yes.' He muttered evasively.

'That looked identical?' The eyebrow was in danger of getting lost in his hairline.

'Some kind of family quirk.' Kutner supplied quickly, folding his arms across his chest and sitting back against the icy walls of their prison.

'It doesn't seem believable… but then how would you be here if it wasn't true?' The question hung in the air, shattering the silence from Kutner's revelation.

'Well…'

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The way over the snow was hard going, drifts catching them out, rising up and covering their knees. Wilson and Joby took the lead, leaving Foreman and Taub, and then on the end, Thirteen and Chase. Dark was falling as they made their way through the trees, and Joby scaled one of the dark trunks.

'Up here.' He dropped a rope ladder down from the branch, and the group circled the huge trunk that was at least the side of a house.

'Chase…?' Thirteen whispered.

'Yeah?'

'How am I going to get up there?' He looked at the tree, looked at her, and frowned.

'Ah… there's a slight issue there. You go up first, I'll go behind you and Wilson can go in front of you to help you up when you reach the top.' He made it sound so simple, and she nodded, pushing down her moment of weakness.

'O-okay.' Foreman and Taub scaled the ladder with ease, quickly reaching the top and relieving themselves of their bags. Wilson went next, glancing anxiously at Thirteen as he began his ascent, rapidly reaching a height where he could pause. Thirteen glanced at Chase and then began to climb, her hands catching on the ropes. As she climbed, she found a rhythm and stuck with it, pulling herself up until she reached the top. Chase began climbing below her, and, miles faster than her; he reached the top just as she was crawling inside what appeared to be a doorway in the trunk. He caught up with her and together; they wedged inside and fell into the warm, dark hole in the tree. The drop was a couple of feet at the most, but it was unexpected and Chase landed awkwardly, a cushion for Thirteen.

'Comfortable there?' He asked, his lilting Australian tones soothing her slightly.

'Extremely.' She rolled off of him and stood up, dusting off her black slacks. She helped the others set up what they'd gathered from the house when going after their friends, carefully placing all the parts of the small stove in the centre of the sort of room; which was more of a plateau of living wood.

'How did this… exist?' Taub asked, sitting as close to the stove as was humanly possible.

'It's been here for years, no one really knows… we all think that when Aslan created Narnia, he created this tree especially.' Joby supplied.

'And what happened to Aslan?' Foreman ventured. The look on Joby's face made him regret it.

'The White Witch has him… under spells. He can barely move.'

'I thought nothing could hold Aslan.'

'There is spell from before time, that can hold Gods. Aslan had no chance when she used it. It horribly disfigured her, but no one sees her anyway.'

'So… Narnia is doomed then?' Taub added, casting a huge downer on the group.

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Cameron smoothed back her hair and strode purposefully inside the hospital, running a hand through her new dye job. She still had her long hair, loosely curled and hanging by the bottom of her ribcage. It was dark, almost black now, so that people wouldn't recognise her as much. And it was working as she sauntered past all the people she used to see every day. They didn't even give her one glance, one hello. Her hips swayed softly as she walked towards the clinic, causing the loose black skirt that hung from them to swish and flick. A nurse, someone she hadn't met, and was probably new, walked past. Cameron cleared her throat and the other woman walked round. Pulling the false ID from her purse, she put on a smile and asked sweetly:

'Do you know where I could find Doctor Cuddy? I have an appointment with her.'

'In her office most probably.' Cameron nodded and headed towards the door marked: Lisa Cuddy, Dean Of Medicine. She knocked, received no answer, and swept inside.

'Cuddy? Are you in here?' There was no answer, and, looking around, she became aware that there was no Cuddy. The room was strangely cold though, and looking around, there were no windows open. The cold seemed to be emanating from the wardrobe, and she walked towards it, shivering slightly. When her hand touched the varnished doorknob, she found herself flung into a snowdrift as if someone had pushed her.

'What on Earth…'

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'Hey… do you remember when I asked you to do a surgery for House? For some girl who was so young it was tragic?' Thirteen asked Chase as she sat, her back against the thick trunk.

'Yeah why?'

'Because… the reasons I gave you were unrelated…'

'What?'

'They were unrelated, they were…'

'Your reasons.' He finished for her, resting his head back against the tree. They were by the entrance, and they could see the stars twinkling in the winter sky, the moon full and hanging low in the sky.

'Yeah.' She muttered, drawing her knees up to her chest and watching small clouds drift over the moon and across the sky. He watched her silhouette for a while then sidled closer to her and took her hand in his. She didn't move for some time, and then when she did, she rested her head naturally against his shoulder, taking comfort in the familiar warmth of his skin.

'I'm sorry.'

'What for? That I'll never have a life after this job? That this job will be my only job ever? That I'll never have a chance to fall in love because of what's going to happen to me?' She asked bitterly, unaware that she was crying.

'Remy?' She turned her head and saw the stars reflected in his eyes, saw that his eyes were also brimming. 'I really am… sorry…' she nodded and dashed the tears away.

'No… it's fine.'

'No, it's not. You're never going to have the chances everyone else does… and it's not fair.'

'It isn't… but it's life.' Chase cupped her face gingerly in his hands.

'Life is what you make it.' He leaned in towards her as he said those words, conscious of everyone around him besides her sleeping soundly. She closed her eyes briefly and felt every feather-light touch, heard every breath he drew in.

'I think I like you more than I originally planned…' She whispered, letting his hands roam down her arms and take hers gently. Her eyes were still closed when his lips brushed hers, haltingly, tenderly, gently coaxing her. She blinked them open and found herself lost in his blue/green eyes, his hands still clutching hers. Their lips were still pressed together, and, slowly, she deepened it, her hands breaking free of his to link around his neck. He followed suit, placing hands on either side of her hips, pulling her to him with gentle firmness. When they finally broke apart, flushed from the heat of each other, she pushed forward into his welcoming embrace. He closed his arms around her and held her trembling form tight against his body, smoothing her auburn hair with his hands.

Told yaaaaaa there was Thirteen/Chase shipping :)

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