Hey, thank you for all of the wonderful reviews, I really appreciate it. So without any further delay, here is chapter two, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Allah-Maria, Aliah-Grace, Leandra, and Zannia-Sanis

Warning: There are mentions of anorexia and suicide in this chapter

Chapter two

"Oh, well can you tell me where your daddy is?" House asked looking shocked over at Cameron and Foreman.

"He's at work, Dr. House," The little girl replied. "I just said that, don't you listen?"

House, Cameron and Foreman were all taken aback. "How did you know my name?" he asked.

"A nosy, older man," She replied, "I'm seven years old, I'm not stupid."

House exchanged glances with his two eldest ducklings. If she was seven she would have been born when Chase was nineteen.

"Where is your mom?" House asked finally.

"Our mummy is in heaven," The little girl answered sadly.

House suddenly felt awful for both asking the question and for Chase. "What do you mean, our?"

"My sisters and I, of course," she replied nonchalantly.

"Sisters?" he asked, "How many sisters?"

"Well, there is me, I'm Allah-Maria, then there is Aliah-Grace who is four, and then there is Zannia-Sanis (Zah-nee-ah Sah-nis), she is only two years old. Mummy died when she had her and we had to go live with Auntie Stephanie for two months because Daddy was so sad."

"Auntie Stephanie?" House asked, "Your dad has a sister?"

"No," Allah-Maria said, "She isn't really our auntie, she and my dad have been best friends since they were eight years old and we call her auntie for that reason."

"I see,"

"Listen, Mr. House," Allah-Maria said, "As much as I'm enjoying this little chat of ours, if Leandra found me on the phone without her permission she would kill me, so, I have to go."

"Leandra, who is that?"

"She is our nanny, she was daddy's nanny too when he was little." She answered. "I have to go now, though, say hi to daddy for me when he gets there okay?"

"I will,"

"Thank you," She said, "It was a pleasure speaking with you." And then all they heard was a dial tone.

"Crap, that's a smart kid," Foreman said.

"I can't believe that Chase has three kids, without a wife. It's all so sad; he's raising his daughters all alone."

"What was with those names, though?" Foreman asked. "Allah-Maria, Aliah-Grace, and Zannia-Sanis?"

"Well, Chase is Czech and German; maybe those names mean something in one of those languages." House responded, sipping his coffee. "But either way, this is all really weird, and I just can't believe it."

"So what are we going to do about Chase, now, we still don't know where he is." Cameron said, sadly.

"I think I know," House whispered.

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Dr. Robert Chase had always felt bad about lying. He had lied, a few times, and it always made him feel sick to his stomach. When the nun was getting treated, he had told her that he had left seminary school, but he hadn't told her that he had gone back and that he was also a priest. He didn't work as a priest much, only when there was a service scheduled and nobody could do it, but deep down, he was still a priest always, and he therefore always felt bad about lying, about not saving people, he always felt as though he was letting God down.

What he was supposed to do about this he didn't know. He had always thought that if he believed enough, that God would make things better. God would stop his mum from drinking, bring his father home at night, and had certainly never expected God to take his wife away from him.

Melissa Halley Chase was her name, and she was very beautiful with long, flowing black hair and brown eyes. They had met when they were sixteen, she wanted to become a nun, but had decided to become a priest instead so that they could marry. Sure enough, four days after his eighteenth birthday (and two months after hers) they had married, and thirteen months later they had welcomed their first daughter Allah-Maria Dawn Chase into the world. Three years later, their second miracle, named Aliah-Grace Hannah Chase was born and they couldn't be happier. When Chase had gotten the job with Dr. House, Melissa had been eight months pregnant. She had given birth three weeks prematurely and had bled out during the birth; there had been nothing that anyone could do, and that had made Robert alone and a father of three. He named his newest daughter Zannia-Sanis; this was the name that Melissa had wanted to name Allah-Maria before they had changed their minds. Robert's best friend Stephanie Dashund had moved into his house to help care for the children, but grief and depression were hitting Robert hard, and he couldn't stand to let his children see him like that, so he went to stay in his home in London for two months before he found himself able to return. He had pledged never to date or marry again, and so far he had kept to his pledge. When Zannia was five months old, they moved to New Jersey for his new job and his nanny Leandra had moved with them to care for the house and children while he was working.

He has always been very private, as well. Stephanie and Melissa were always the only two people who could really get him to open up. Cameron was always trying to get him to talk, but he just couldn't open up to people. Opening up to people got you hurt, and he had been hurt too many times to ever want to get hurt again. House, well, House knew that Robert was broken inside, and he wanted to know why, but Robert was sure that House brought it all down to the fact that his dad had left and his mum had drunk herself to death. Foreman, well Foreman just thought that Robert was a stuck up rich brat that never had to work hard for anything, he never even considered that there may be more to the blonde haired blue eyed doctor than that. Robert didn't really care what Foreman thought, though, because having Foreman think this was, in Robert's mind, better then having him know the truth.

There were some things that Robert didn't even want to admit to himself. Growing up, his mother had been anorexic, and had therefore made him be anorexic as well; telling him that if he ate that he would get fat and that people would hate him. She told him that all you have to do is to not eat anything except for once every two weeks have a turkey sandwich on twelve grain bread, and that is how he lived until he was 15 and she died. Now, he hadn't really seen anything strange about this, just like he hadn't found the fact that his mum was always passed out drunk strange, and he had thought the fact that she used to like to use him as her punching bag was a completely normal thing. Now, he still fought anorexia, and although he tries very hard to eat, sometimes he will throw up if he eats too much and has lately reverted back to his mum's system of a sandwich every two weeks. Luckily, his children all assumed that he ate while he was at the hospital, and therefore never even blinked at the fact that he didn't usually eat. Leandra, though, was a different story. She was getting very suspicious as she had been there as his caretaker when he was young and going through anorexia with his mother and she was sure that he had reverted back to old ways again.

When he was thirteen, Robert had cut his wrists in an attempt to leave the world behind and go to heaven and be happy. This hadn't worked as his mother, actually sober for once, had walked into the bathroom, seen him, and called an ambulance. After he was allowed to leave the hospital, he was put on anti-depressants and had been taking them ever since. Well, almost ever since. Five months ago, his father, Dr. Rowan Chase, had died and Robert had stopped taking them altogether. He doesn't know why he stopped; maybe it was because he was suddenly embarrassed to ask Dr. Wilson to give him a new subscription, or maybe he was tired of living life on drugs and wanted to see what it would be like without them. Well, ever since he had stopped taking them, his anorexia had gotten back to its natural state from before his mother died and he was slowly becoming more and more depressed. He was almost scared to go home because he didn't want his children to see him like this.

And then today had been the straw that broke the depressed camel's back. He had been five minutes late for work and House had told him that he didn't think that he could do his job and Robert had freaked out and yelled at him. This had startled Robert just as much as it had startled House, Cameron and Foreman, and he knew that things had suddenly reached their limit. He had left and had called Stephanie and asked her to come to New Jersey and take the girls and Leandra to live with her in Australia and had then called Leandra and Allah to tell them. Allah had been upset, and Leandra had been a little angry, and very suspicious, but he had just told them not to worry. Stephanie was flying out tonight and Robert was going to meet them at the airport and say goodbye before they left.

So after that he had come down here into the chapel. He sat, staring at nothing at all and silently praying to God before he opened his eyes, running a finger gently over his rosary beads.

"Hey, Mel," He whispered. "I'm sorry for everything; I didn't mean to screw things up again. I'm sorry," He put his head in his hands and sobbed.

"I don't think that you need to ask for her forgiveness,"

Chase jumped and looked into the sad faces of his three coworkers.

"I think you need to forgive yourself, Robert," House continued.

"What do you want?" Chase said, angry that they had snuck up on him. He quickly wiped the tears from his face.

"We want to help you," Cameron said, reaching out to touch his shoulder, but he, again, pulled away abruptly.

"Oh, please," Chase said, "You don't care. In two months my fellowship is over and I'll leave and none of you will even notice that I'm gone, so don't go giving me that."

"Chase, we are going to get your fellowship renewed, you're not leaving." House said, and this shocked all of the ducklings.

"Well, what if I don't want to stay?" Chase asked defensively.

Come on, Robert, House thought sadly, take down your defences just for a little while so that I can help you, please, Robert.

"You do want to stay," House replied.

"No, I want to go home," Chase said, "Home as in Melbourne, not New Jersey."

"Well, you will stay anyways." House said.

Chase, now very annoyed, crossed his arms over his chest. "And why do you say that?"

"Because you are scared to be alone," House replied. Immediately, and only for a split second, they saw a look of horror and comprehension in Chase's eyes and they knew that House had hit it right on the button, but as quickly as it had come, was as quick as it had gone.

"That is ridiculous, I'm not two years old anymore, House,"

"Yeah, and when you were two years old you were alone, when you were ten years old you were alone, you are and have always been, alone, but it doesn't have to be that way, Robert," House said, trying to sound sympathetic.

Robert looked down at his feet, before looking back up and looking straight into House's eyes. "Why don't you just leave me alone?"

"Because, I don't think that you should be alone." House replied.

Cameron reached into the pocket of her lab coat and pulled out a bottle of pills. "Here, Robert," She handed them to him and he recognized them as his anti-depressants.

He looked at her, "What are these?" He asked, a little angrily.

"They're your pills." Cameron replied.

"I don't want the bloody pills; I want you to leave me alone." Chase threw the bottle on the floor. "Why can't you understand that? I don't need your help, I don't need to be fixed, and I don't need you to baby-sit me, alright!" Chase angrily pushed past the three and stalked out of the chapel, leaving three confused doctors behind.

Cameron's eyes filled with tears and she sat down on one of the benches, quietly letting tears fall as Foreman bent over and picked up the bottle of pills.

"Well, I think we got through to him," House said. Cameron and Foreman looked at him dumbfounded. "Tough room, I was joking." He added.

"Well, what are we supposed to do now?" Foreman asked. He had to admit that even he was starting to get worried about Chase. The fact that there was barely any fat on his bones at all and the fact that the normally completely calm young man was getting very irritable concerned even him.

"Well," House sighed, "There is only one thing left to do."

"What?" Cameron and Foreman asked.

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So there is Chapter Two, I really hope that you enjoyed it and the next chapter should be up soon. Please review. No flames please.