Hi everyone! Because you're all my lovely reviewers, and because I was naughty and wrote the next chapter instead of my speech, here's the next chapter!

Warnings: Methinks that this is rather fluffyHousey

Disclaimer: Don't own House, MD. fox does. take it up with them.

I do, however, own pyrrakonol, the magic made-up drug.

And there's more cane-thwacking!

Chapter Five: Cure

Wilson rubbed his eyes and yawned as he walked into the hospital. He'd been up till 3 am trying to find a solution to Chase's problem. He'd had two hours' sleep and now he had to work. He didn't have to find an answer, but every time he thought that he recalled the expression of pain in House's eyes when he'd told him that Chase would die, and it wasn't a pleasant memory.

Wilson froze.

He'd just walked into Chase's room and there on the bed lay House, curled up beside Chase. He grinned at the sight of House's relaxed, peaceful face. Wilson had always noticed that House seemed to have a special thing for the blond-haired Australian. He backed out silently and shut the door.

House woke at the sound of the door closing, but didn't open his eyes. He was enjoying the warmth of his bed, snuggling with whoever was next to him…

House did open his eyes then. Who was…ahh. Now he remembered. The fight, his promise to Chase, everything. He didn't want to get up. But his leg was aching terribly. He sighed and rolled out of bed. His Vicodin bottle and a glass of water were on the bedside table. He quickly popped two, then turned to look at Chase again.

Foreman looked up as House hobbled into the room, then looked back down again into the huge pile of medical encyclopedias on the table. Cameron's eyes looked tired as her fingers danced over the keys of her laptop. Wilson was asleep in a pile of books. Foreman waited for the cutting remarks. Then House surprised everyone by picking up one of the books, without a word, opening it and beginning to read.

'House, look at this.'

Cameron's soft voice woke Wilson. There was a sudden upheaval of chairs, tables, a cane and people as the neurologist, oncologist and diagnostician all hurried across the room to look over the immunologist's shoulder. Wilson started to read aloud in a sleepy voice.

'The drug pyrrakonol will reverse the effects of rohypnol, with a sixty- percent success rate in early stage patients. In some cases pyrrakonol will speed up the effects of rohypnol. However, should the patient have had rohypnol in his or her system for a greater length of time than twenty-four hours, pyrrakonol has an eighty- percent success rate.'

There was silence for a while. Then Foreman spoke.

'I'll go put the order in.'

'Wait.'

Foreman looked at House, astonished. 'Since when did you ever hesitate to take a risk with a patient?'

'Since the patient was Chase,' he replied tersely. Seeing everybody looking at him strangely – and the more-than-dawning suspicion on Wilson's face – made House hastily expand.

'I don't want to have to interview another doctor. I hate that process.' He hoped that that would be convincing enough.

'So, we try everything to save Chase.' Foreman replied. Wilson was still looking at House with that suspicious look on his face. House wrinkled his nose doubtfully. He didn't want to risk losing Chase. But if he didn't try this, he'd lose Chase anyway. So, really, there was only one choice…

'All right, Foreman, go place the order. Cameron, you look up anything and everything to do with pyrrakonol. Wilson, you ought to go tell some of your patients that they're dying. I'm going to the clinic.' House limped out, feeling the astonished gazes of the three younger doctors on him.

House stood beside Chase's bed, letting his fingers drift aimlessly across the young man's face.

'Wombat, I'm trying everything. I'm a little nervous about this drug. I know you're laughing at that. But I don't want to…to lose you. I know you wouldn't hesitate. So that's why I agreed. I wouldn't tell you this normally, but you can't understand me, so…Chase, I…'

House trailed off when he heard a noise behind him. He pivoted on his good leg and whirled his cane.

'Ouch!' yelped Wilson when the cane whacked him in the ribs. 'What was that for?'

'You sneaked up behind me,' House replied diffidently. 'How long were you there?'

'Long enough.' Wilson smirked at House. 'So what were you going to tell Chase?'

'None of your business. When it's about cancer, I'll tell you.'

'Chase might have understood, you know.'

'Hm.' House changed the subject. 'When's the drug getting here?'

'Tomorrow. Foreman put in a priority order.'

'Good. And has Cameron found out any more about pyrrakonol?'

'Only that it may slow down the healing of other injuries.'

House sighed. 'So tomorrow we experiment on one of our own.'

'And save his life.' Wilson put his hand comfortingly on House's shoulder. Sometimes House thought that Wilson knew him too well.

The next morning Foreman came into the diagnostics lounge carrying a box. The three exhausted doctors within the room sat up straight.

'Here it is. Pyrrakonol. Enough for Chase, plus backup and extra supplies should we ever need it again, God forbid. We have to put it in his drip, and it will take around twenty-four hours to work initially, and up to thirty-six before all of it has been flushed out of his system. So who wants to do the honours?'

'Me,' House said quickly, 'I am the boss.'

Cameron asked, 'Does this mean we can go home and get some sleep?'

House grinned. 'Nope. You can take my clinic hours.' When he got stern looks from the other three, he sighed, 'All right, you and Foreman can take my clinic hours.'

The two ducklings rolled their eyes. 'Okay. Page us if anything happens, House.'

As Foreman and Cameron left, Foreman said, 'Would you like a drink after work, Cameron?'

'Yeah, all right. I could use a drink,' Cameron smiled.

House stood, once more watching Chase in his coma. Then, balancing himself carefully, his fingers skillfully began to alter Chase's IV drip, adding the pyrrakonol.

He sighed and sat back in his chair. It was going to be a fairly long, sleepless wait to see if the treatment was going to work, but House intended to see it through, and see Chase well again.

Hehehe! Cliffy! Will it work? And wasnt that a lovely long chapter?

Next Chapter: Will the magic cure cure Chase?

Also, does anyone know where Chase was really born? I made it Canberra just coz it's my hometown and the capital, but ten virtual bucks says he's a Sydneysider...

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