Hi everyone! Back as promised, with new chapter as promised!

Again, too many reviews, all saying similar things, to do individually, so...GROUP HUG! However...

special thanks to hipplanet for those drug names! and thanks also to Chase Fan who pointed out that glaring mistake. Ugh.

Okay, from here on in I'm making it up as I go along. So this stuff might not be medically correct.

Chapter Four: "Please Wake Up"

Chase had been in a coma for three days now. Foreman and Cameron had barely slept, trying to find out what could have been put withrohypnol to cause this. House sat continually by Chase's bed, drawn by some strong bond that he couldn't place, mind always frantically trying to work the problem.

Wilson came in that afternoon, carrying coffee and news.

'The two men who attacked Chase have escaped. And Cameron and Foreman have found the answer to your problem.' He handed House the cup.

'A coffee cup?'

'No. In the cup, House, in the cup.'

A sharp indrawn breath. 'Chase's coffee!'

Wilson nodded. 'Combiningrohypnol with caffeine causes psychosis, fainting and eventual coma. In the end, it will shut all of his organs down, and kill him, House. He's not going to wake up.' He left.

House unconsciously took Chase's hand, stroking it softly. 'You can't leave,' House whispered before recovering himself. 'You're the only one of my ducklings who is actually intelligent some of the time,' he scoffed scornfully. 'So please, wake up.'

Then the rest of what Wilson had said hit home. 'Oh, shit!' He limped out hurriedly.

'You want a security guard in Chase's room? Why?'

House hissed slightly. 'Why is this taking so long? He's in danger, Cuddy!'

'Why?'

'Because the two men who attacked him might want to finish what they started,' House told her darkly.

'Well…I'll see if we can spare one for Chase…but surely they wouldn't be so bold?'

'They attacked him in a carpark. I wouldn't put anything past them.'

And House limped off again.

It was late that night when they came. House was dozing in a chair by the corner. He was in shadow, so the two men didn't know he was there until his voice scythed through the silence.

'What do you think you're doing?'

The men froze. One still had his hand on Chase's hospital gown, where he'd been hitching it up. 'Go get limp-boy, we'll have him for dessert,' he instructed. But he either hadn't noticed or had disregarded one key thing.

House's cane.

As one of the men advanced on House, House gripped his cane tightly, balancing himself. Then the cane flashed out, whacking the man in the knee. He howled with pain. Again the cane struck, this time in the man's groin. A sharp rap on the back of the head caused the intruder to collapse in an unconscious heap. House limped nearer to the bed.

The first man had ripped off Chase's gown, and was now running his hands over the broad, strong chest of the Australian. The next second, he was on the floor, having received an angry blow to the side of the head.

'His purity, you will not touch. Not with your filthy hands.'

He raised his cane threateningly.

The other man smirked. 'Jealous? I'll take what's mine. I'll not have him reject me again!'

'Reject you?' House was puzzled. Chase hadn't mentioned that. 'When?'

'Not verbally. But he came into the shop one day with a pretty little doctress on his arm. After I'd been flirting with him for months!'

'He never noticed. And besides I'd doubt he'd care. You aren't anywhere near his league,' House scoffed, 'and never will be. As if he'd care for scum like you!'

House was prepared for the man to charge angrily at him. In doing so, he stepped on House's ball, strategically placed. House used the opportunity to practice his baseball swing using the man's head. Once, twice, several times.

House put in his final blow on the man's head and paused. That felt good! Rather therapeutic. Then he turned away from the unconscious man on the floor, back to Chase.

The younger man was still in his coma, lying still and naked on the bed. House studied him carefully. Tall, his golden hair slightly tousled, his chest broad and strong, his abs well-defined, his legs perfectly sculpted. House closed his eyes for a moment, envisaging Chase at the gym, face intent as he focused on weights, sweat beading on his forehead, running down his bare back… It seemed both to fit and not to fit. It didn't fit because House had always seen Chase as a pretty-boy, never wanting to get his hands dirty by doing physical work. On the other hand, it did account for that glorious figure…

House blinked as he realised he was staring. He picked up the gown lying on the floor and hurriedly began pulling it over Chase's head. Once that was done, he pulled the strong arms through, before checking all his vital signs. The fight had not disturbed Chase. House picked up the phone and called the police.

House was tired…so tired. He yawned and looked around for a comfortable place to sleep. He couldn't be bothered leaving the room. But chairs weren't comfortable to sleep in, and neither was the floor…

House hesitated, then lifted the blankets and slid between the sheets of Chase's bed. The guy's in a coma, he won't mind. House snuggled close to the warm body. He placed a protective hand on Chase's chest, then drifted off to sleep. I won't let anyone hurt you, my wombat, he silently promised to the night.

hehehe sorry for the fluffyHousey at the end. I love fluffyHousey!

Next chapter: House tries to find a cure and deny his heart at the same time

Okay, please dont hurt me...:hides: but the next chapter I don't know when it will be out. I have a ton of assignments to do, and so it might not come till next week. I'll try to make it this week.

Luv, Lady Siruae