Hello people. I'm sorry to say that this isn't the next chapter, but a missing scene from chapter thirteen. Sorry for the delay, but life has gotten CRAZY!! First, I got engaged (YIPEE!!) and then my niece was born (YAY!) and then there were finals (BOO…) and then Christmas (WOOHOO!!) and then I finished the next chapter (WHEE!!) and then my computer broke (Oops…) and then New Years (YAY!!) and then school started (Eh.) And my computer's still broken with the chapter on it, so I'm at the school library typing this up in an effort to appease you people. Besides, I felt like a little character torture, so I decided to emphasize on my previous Chase-torture. Yay.

Enjoy.

SAM: Missing Scene: Chapter Thirteen

Robert Chase gave a distracted sigh, staring at the folder in his hand. He needed to drop it off at House's office before checking on their latest patient. Chase didn't so much as glance up as eh skirted around a group of nurses and slipped into his boss's office.

Almost immediately, he stopped short, feeling that something wasn't quite right. He scanned the room, frowning when he didn't see anything but the feeling remained. And then he gasped, stumbling forward into House's desk as pain flared white-hot across his back.

There was a round of stifled snickering from behind him, and Chase grasped his wand, berating himself for not thinking of invisibility cloaks. Another whispered curse, hastily blocked by a sloppy shield, and Chase found himself wavering. Blood was sliding thickly down his burning back, and he was already leaning heavily against House's desk. The shield broke and a curse hit him as he dodged another, slicing a line across his neck, shoulder and chest. Had he the time, he would have breathed a sigh of relief that the attack hadn't hit his jugular.

Something shimmered in the corner and a tall, aristocratic blond stepped into view, a sneer on his haughty face. "Malfoy," Chase murmured, wavering weakly as another of his shields broke and two curses sliced his arms and legs.

"Black," Malfoy practically purred, stalking closer. He flicked long, platinum blond hair over his shoulders as his silver-gray eyes slid over the doctor provocatively. "I've always loved bloodied blonds," he leered.

Chase gave a small shiver, unable to back up anymore, as the small of his back was already pressed against the desk. Malfoy continued forward until he was directly in front of the doctor, a small smile on his face. He reached out suddenly, grasping Chase by the throat and slamming him down onto the desk. Chase gave a yelp as his abused back exploded into fierce pain again, one bloody hand reaching up to grasp at the Malfoy's wrist as his air-supply was beginning to get cut off.

"I could take you right here," Malfoy whispered, leaning close so his breath brushed Chase's ear. "You would certainly deserve it for going against our Lord." He ran his free hand down the doctor's bloody chest, smirking at Chase's pained groan. "And you would be so good."

Chase winced, struggling weakly even as his vision was going black. Malfoy tightened his grip until the doctor went limp on the desk-top, whispering, "Next time, lovely," as Chase lost consciousness. He then turned to the other Death Eaters and motioned for them to leave. With barely audible pops the room was cleared of everyone but the unconscious doctor.

It was only five minutes later when House stumbled onto the scene and quickly began to try and stop the bleeding. Wilson had run off at the sight, and House trusted him to get more help. But he was staring down at his doctor in complete worry and confusion, wondering how something like this could have happened.

Two hours later, Chase had just been released from surgery with over three hundred stitches. House had been surprised to find another blond in the waiting room, looking completely worried and asking about his wombat during the surgery. He leaned against the wall and watched as the smaller blond—were those blue highlights in his hair?—waited for news, and then gave a sigh of relief when it was announced that Chase would recover.

He watched as Chase woke, talking softly with the other blond, and then stepped closer to listen in. "I need a smoke," Chase murmured, leaning his head against the blond's hip as the smaller man settled in the bed next to him.

Brown eyes rolled in annoyance. "No. You really don't. What you need is rest."

"What I need is a smoke," Chase countered tiredly. "And some more drugs, preferably."

The blond sighed. "You know I can't help you there, bro," he muttered. "Drugs don't work well on your body. You know that."

"Whatever," Chase mumbled, falling back asleep as his brother stroked his hair.

House decided then that it was time to figure out what was going on.

Alrighty, it's just a filler. And I've always seen Malfoy as a rapist…Perhaps I'll make some mention of that later in the final battle. Chase vs Malfoy? Teehee…we'll see. Love ya peeps, and hopefully my computer will be fixed and the next chapter will come out soon!

Hikaru Kosuzaku