-Ch 2-

Chase was pacing around the apartment, like a caged tiger.

House kept an eye on him but didn't say anything as Chase moved from room to room restlessly.

Chase paused frequently to glare at House before moving on again, aimlessly hovering from one spot to another, incapable of staying still for more than a minute at a time.

House sighed. It looked like he was going to be forced to distract the younger man. "What's your bird's name?"

Chase spun on his heel. "What?"

"Your bird." House waved his cane in the direction of the bedroom. "He's been screeching. I figure you either have a pet, or a really weird fetish."

Chase blinked. "Oh. I guess I've had her so long I've gotten used to it. She's a cockatiel. Her name's Chexie. I got her when I was little."

"Ahh."

The blond began pacing again.

House waited till Chase got near again then hooked him with his cane and yanked him down onto the couch. "Sit down already, your making me dizzy."

Chase glared harder and tried to stand up again but House held him down. "It's my flat if I want to pace it I will. If it bothers you feel free to go home!"

House snorted. "Yeah and of course you'll be at your appointment in the morning and won't go running for the hills the moments I leave. Right. Sure. Tell me another one Blondie!"

Chase twisted away, backing to the far end of the couch.

"I'm a grown adult!" He argued. "I've taken care of my self for most of my life and I object to being treated like a child like this! I don't need you dragging me to a doctor; I don't need a doctor for that mater! Have I died yet? No! So clearly I'm doing something right!"

House rolled his eyes. "Tell me again how you made it though medical school?"

"What's so great about doctors anyway huh! What can they do that I haven't? If something were wrong I'd know! It's my body! You really expect if something was wrong a check up once a year would do anything?" "

"Chase, you have to go. They're doctors. They're not going to hurt you."

"They'll screw up!"

"No they won't! I won't let them. I'll make sure they do everything right." House tried speaking calmly, a skill he had never really mastered.

"You can't do that! You couldn't even make them save your own leg!" Chase snapped yanking him self out of House's grip on his shirt, he stumbled away from the couch, and glared down at the older doctor.

House's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

Chase swallowed nervously, feeling heat rush to the tips of his ears as he realized what he said. He stood his ground though, while House stared through him.

Chexie chose that moment to squawk loudly and rattle the door of her cage, and Chase gratefully turned towards his bedroom.

"I – I need to take care of her. She's probably out of food." He darted down the hall, trying to convince himself he wasn't running from the quiet doctor sitting on his couch.

House sighed, and pulled himself to his feet. "Ingrate" he muttered.