A/N: I know this one is short, but very important to set up the rest of the story. There are about 4 chapters left. Kind of have a bit of writers block on the last one, but I'm sure I'll get it taken care of over Thanksgiving. As of now I don't know where I'll be so I'm not going to promise an update next Friday. If I can I will. If I can't as soon as I'm near a computer I will. Thanks for all the feedback, you are the best audience an author could have.

Chase moaned as consciousness came back to him. Man, how he hurt. His head pounded in time with his heartbeat. His shoulder and stomach burned as if someone was laying matches on his skin. There was also a weight on his left leg. Slowly he opened his eyes.

"Hey." Cameron whispered.

"Hey." He rasped out.

"Let's get you some ice chips." Again she whispered.

Chase was pleased with that because it helped with his headache. He must have hit his head pretty hard when he was hit. He opened his mouth as she spooned some into his mouth.

"How do you feel?"

"Headache. Stomach and shoulder are on fire."

"We'll boost your morphine a little."

Chase nodded and cringed. "How's House?"

Cameron gave him an odd look. "He's fine."

"They were just grazes right?"

Again Cameron gave him a quizzical look. "Chase?"

"Why are you whispering? The headache isn't as bad anymore. And what's with my leg? Was I shot there too?"

"No." Cameron took out her pen light and shinned it into his eyes. "It's Jocelyn."

"Jocelyn? Who's that? Why is there a girl on my leg?"

"Chase, Robert, you were shot-"

"I know. The same guy who shot House."

"No. That was about two years ago. Jocelyn's your daughter."

"What?" Chase exclaimed jerking up.

His movement did two things. One was to cause pain to radiate through his body. The second was to wake up the girl who was asleep on his leg.

Jocelyn felt the leg jerk and heard her father's voice. G-d must have answered her prayers. Her daddy was awake. She sat up and smiled at him.

Cameron looked between father and daughter. Chase's face held a mix of fear, panic and pain. Jocelyn's was filled with joy. Cameron knew she was going to have to do something before Jocelyn realized what was going on and got scared. "Joss, go to the office and tell Dr. House that your father's awake. Stay there, until we come and get you. We need to check your father out."

Jocelyn smiled at her and left the room. Once she was gone, Cameron turned back to Chase. "Calm down, Chase."

"What happened? I have a daughter? I lost two years?"

Cameron watched as the monitors started to beep faster. "Robert, stop." She ordered. "I'll try and explain everything."

House glanced into his office. Jocelyn was sitting at his desk doing some of the work the school had sent over. They had kept her busy with work and excuses that Chase was being checked out for most of the day. So far it seemed to have worked. But he knew that time was running out.

Turning back to the conference room he nodded to Foreman to begin. "The amnesia covers from when you were shot till now."

"So the past two years are gone." House commented.

"How was his reaction to Jocelyn?" Wilson asked.

"Not good. He got panicky." Cameron answered. "We had to sedate him the last time."

"We're going to have to tell Jocelyn something."

"I know. I'm going to try and at least get her to go to school tomorrow." House explained.

"And tonight?" Foreman questioned.

"Drug him into oblivion?"

"I'll take her home with me. We can tell her something how Chase needs more tests."

"You're going to lie to a five year old?" House looked at Wilson. "Our little girl has grown up. I'm so proud." He mocked. The next second he turned serious. "I'll talk to her." He stated, standing up and heading back to his office.