I am SO sorry that it took so long to update this time (I think it was about a week and a half) but I've had to do some MAJOR studying for exams. You guys are so great with all of these reviews, I appreciate it so much. Thanks again and please let me know how this chapter is, as well.

Chapter 5:

"What are you doing here?" Chase asked his eyes wide with fear.

House pushed past him into the house, followed by the others and they walked into the living room. The living room floor was littered with dozens of all sorts of toys, and then there was an entertainment center and huge leather couches.

"What's with all of these toys, are you a pedophile?" House asked, not wanting Chase to know that they knew about his kids. He wanted Chase to tell them personally.

Chase glared at him and started to pick up the toys, taking them over to the toy basket in one of the corners. "Very funny, House." He said. He stood back up properly after cleaning up the toys and looked at them, his arms crossed over his chest. "I am pretty sure that I asked you what the bloody hell you're doing here."

"Whoa, foul language!" House said, "First I want to know about these toys." He was wondering where the kids were as they didn't seem to be here, or that Leandra that Allah-Maria had mentioned.

Chase bit his lip, "They're my children's toys," he looked down.

"Right," House smiled at the admission, "Well where are Allah-Maria, Aliah-Grace and Zannia-Sanis?"

Chase's head whipped up, "How do you know that!" He asked, almost scared.

"I talked to your eldest on the phone a few days ago when I was looking for you after you stormed out." House replied. "So, where are they?"

Chase looked angry, "They are in Australia,"

All of the other doctors were clearly shocked. "Australia?" Cuddy asked, "When did that happen?"

"They left two days ago," Chase said coldly. "Why does it matter?"

"We were just curious you know," House said, "We didn't want them to be here for this." He took in a deep breath as he watched Chase process the news.

Chase's eyes widened, "What do you mean, for this?" he asked, taking a step backwards.

"Chase, you need help," Cameron said, "All we want is to help you."

Now Chase looked absolutely terrified, "I don't need help, what will it take to get you to realize that?"

"When was the last time you ate?" House asked suddenly.

Chase was taken aback. The look in his eyes alone told everyone that House had hit the anorexia right on the button; it told them that Chase was not eating.

"I had lunch," Chase said, sweat starting to show on his forehead.

"Really, you had lunch," House repeated, nodding his head. "What day?"

"I…" Chase trailed off, he couldn't even think of lying to them, to anyone. "I, I ate..."

"Chase," Cuddy sighed, "You need to be honest with us or we'll never be able to help you."

"How many times do I need to tell you that I don't need your help?" Chase said, his eyes burning with an anger that they had never seen, "I can handle myself just fine."

"Oh, clearly," House said sarcastically, "Come on, now, I can snap you like a twig."

"I think that I weigh at least a little more than a twig, House," Chase said bitterly, crossing his arms over his chest.

House looked the duckling up and down. "Yeah, you're right. I would say you weigh about a half pound more."

Chase looked at him defiantly, his jaw clenched. "Are you here for a specific reason, or are you just here to try and make me angry?"

"Ch-Robert, we are here to help you," Cameron said, putting her hand on his arm only to have him pull away abruptly.

"Don't touch me!" He yelped as though she had the plague or something. "How many times are you going to say that because it is getting really annoying?"

"Why do you pull away every time I try and touch you," Cameron asked, insulted, "Do you think that I have cooties or something?"

"No, I don't think that you have cooties," He said, shaking his head and causing his bangs to fall in front of his eyes. They all noticed that he made absolutely no move to push them away.

"Then what is with you?" Cameron asked.

"You shouldn't touch me, nobody should touch me, it isn't proper." Chase replied hotly, his voice getting gradually louder.

"And why is that?" Cameron asked.

"Because you're not my wife!" Chase yelled. He jerked his head back realizing what he had just said. He opened his mouth but no words came out. He looked at the floor, embarrassed.

"Chase, touching doesn't mean that I'm trying to get into your pants." Cameron told him.

Chase's eyes widened, "I cannot believe that you just used that sort of language!"

"What is this, the Vatican?" House asked. "'Get into your pants' is hardly foul language."

"And it is also hardly appropriate language," Chase replied.

"Okay, that I'll give you," House nodded understandingly.

"Chase," Wilson whispered. "You need to get over her and move on."

This seemed to be the final straw, and Chase went from angry to furious in a matter of seconds. "Just because you like to go through wives like they're going out of style that doesn't mean that I do!" He yelled.

Everyone was taken aback by his forwardness.

"I can't just get over her; she's my wife, the mother of my children, one of the two people that I have EVER trusted. I will always love her and be faithful to her; I don't care whether or not you think that that is insane, I could really care less."

"Chase, we're not saying that you should stop caring about her, we're saying that you should move on. It's been two years." Foreman said.

"Two years, three months and four days," Chase corrected. "I'd like you all to leave."

"We're not leaving until you stop being so stubborn and listen to us." Cuddy said angrily.

"Well, I'll go get blankets, then, because it looks like you could be here for a very long time," Chase said sarcastically.

"Well, we're sorry for trying to help!" Cuddy said her hands on her hips, "You are not coming back to work until all of this is sorted out, and I am serious."

"Fine," Chase said his eyes suddenly cold and emotionless, "I quit." Without further word he turned and headed up the stairs, leaving the five standing speechless.

"He—he didn't just quit, did he?" Wilson asked, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, he did." Cameron whispered.

"Hey, guys come and look at this,"

The four turned upon hearing Foreman's voice from the other side of the room. He was standing looking at pictures on the wall.

The pictures consisted of a very young Chase at his wedding ceremony with a beautiful, black haired, brown eyed woman. The two were beaming and looked indescribably happy. They all wished that they could have met Chase during one of the few years of his life that he was happy, though they knew that out of twenty six, there were probably only about six. Another picture was of him and his wife standing in a park and you could tell that they were barely older in this picture; the only difference was that she was now estimated seven months pregnant and they were both glowing with happiness.

"Maybe we need to give him some space." Foreman said. He felt sick to his stomach thinking of how much Chase must be hurting and he suddenly felt as though he were intruding too much.

"He needs…" Cameron objected.

"No," House interrupted, his eyes fixated on the pictures. "Foreman is right; we can't help him until he admits that he needs it. If we push him too far right now then we'll push him over the edge and he might…" House trailed off.

"Let's go," Cuddy said.

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Chase watched and listened from the top of the stairs and when he saw the front door close, he got up and went back downstairs, stopping in front of the pictures that they had just been looking at. He silently wondered how much longer he could keep telling himself that he didn't need help.

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