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Title: WHY?

1 week later…

House was happy. Wilson couldn't helped but be positively freaked out by this, he'd found out several days before that House and Chase were 'kinda but not really, sometimes going out', that was what Chase told him. When he told House that he didn't think it was the best idea, House literally laughed in his face for 10 minutes then in a really awful Australian accent told him "If we wanna sometimes not always go out we sometimes always get laid, alright mate!" and then went right back to laughing all the way out the room, passing several stunned nurses and many a glancing patient.

Wilson thought that it would be over soon, as nobody could possibly stand to have a relationship with House for any longer than that, then everything would be back to normal. House would be a normal sarcastic smart ass, and Chase would be at the end of each jibe.

House limped his way to his office, but as he drew nearer, he noticed all the blinds were closed. 'Please let Chase be naked' he smiled before he entered. As suspected Chase was in his office, however "Aww Chase, couldn't you be at least sprawled on my desk naked". Chase looked up from House's desk and smiled, "and what, spoil the need to undress me? I do am to tease sweet-pea"

"Sweet-pea? I very doubt that"

"How about Chuckles?"

"Do you wish that I was one of those partners who beat you?"

"How about Dingo?"

"Ah, trying an Australian theme I see"

"Maybe, but I do think you look like a dog"

"Sooo… that means you're my bitch then"

With that said House locked both office doors and made his way over to a smiling Chase.

"If I'm the bitch then how come you're in heat?"

"Shut up". Seconds later House was stealing oxygen from Chase's lungs. Chase groaned in response to House's tongue probing deep in his mouth, while his hands were holding Chase's head firmly, so he couldn't move away. Chase was in heaven, he didn't mind the loss of control every now and then, because he trusted House. Although he really did need some oxygen at the moment, luckily House chose that moment do pull back and kiss the tip of his nose.

"Did you ring your father?"

Chase sighed, "Yeah, he's sorry that he didn't tell me. He said he's gonna travel back next week and come and see me, try to explain"

"That's good. At least you'll see him again. So, are you gonna tell him about the hot babe your seeing?" House wiggled his eyebrows.

Chase giggled, "I'm not going out with Wilson, so I'll just have to tell him about you instead"

"Har-de Har Har, You know as well as I, that Wilson is the size of an ant"

"Is it a big ant?"

House smirked and kissed him, pulling back he replied, "no, it's a very kiss small kiss insignificant kiss ant", and with that said, went back to a very kissable Chase.

Chase was getting ready for his dad to arrive any minute, he had been pacing back and forward for the last 2 hours. "Look Chase, your dad said he'd call when he needed picking up from the airport. It could be later in the day for all you know" Chase turned around to face his House, "I know, it's just… have you ever got the feeling that something is going to go horribly wrong?" Chase waited for House to reply.

House put his arms out signaling for Chase to come closer. When he did he pulled him close and kissed him passionately for several minutes. When they both came up for air, Chase smiled warmly up at him; House stroked the side of Chase's face and whispered softly to him, "Chase, I love you. I'm sure everything's alright. If it wasn't he would have called". "Thanks, your right, it's just… he's dying House. My dad is dying" House pulled Chase closer allowing Chase to sob gently on his shoulder, knowing he was safe.

Chase had falling asleep in House's arms, so House carried his little wombat to the bedroom, and lay him down softly before taking his shoes, pants and shirt off. He personally knows how annoying going to sleep in shoes and socks, and well, Chase doesn't like having crumpled pants and shirts. House just liked seeing Chase with little or nothing on, so they were both happy. After folding everything up, House pulled the blanket over Chase and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Chase mumbled in his sleep which made House smile, "love you too".

House was sitting on the sofa when the phone rang, not wanting it to disrupted Chase he picked it up in record time.

"Chase?"

"Wrong hottie Cuddy"

"House! Where's Chase? I need to speak to him. Put him on"

"No can do, he's asleep, and I want him to stay that way. I can do a lot of things when he's asleep you know"

"HOUSE! It's Chase's dad, he was brought in a moment ago… we, we couldn't save him House. He's dead"

House stopped breathing for a moment, Chase will be devastated he thought, a shouting in his ear brought him back to himself.

"What happened Cuddy? Was it the cancer?"

"No, that's the worse thing, it was a car accident, he was heading outside the airport to get a taxi and a car crashed into another. Unfortunately, Dr Chase had stepped out into the road at that point and was caught between the two cars. He died within minutes…" Cuddy trailed off.

House sighed deeply, "Okay Cuddy, I'll tell him, although I'd like 4 or 5 days off with him, to make sure his alright and help with details"

"You have 5 days" Cuddy said before hanging up.

House put the phone down and groaned, this was going to be very hard for Chase.

Chase awoke to find himself with his head on House's lap and Greg stroking the hair out of his eyes. Chase smiled and Greg gave a small smile in return, Chase knew something was up. "What's going on?"

"Cuddy rang"

"Does she want us in, is there a new case?"

"No, Chase I…"

Chase put his hand on Greg's, "its okay House just tell me"

House squeezed Chase's hand, "Chase, your dad… he's dead. I'm so sorry"

House didn't know what to do, Chase hadn't said anything in the last 5 minutes, and he wasn't sure if he had actually breathed in that time either. "Chase?"

"I'm thirsty, are you thirsty?" With that Chase got of the bed and practically ran to the kitchen, a few minutes later a cupboard banged and the tap was on. House quickly made his was over to Chase, "Chase? Did you hear what I said?"

"You want a drink too? How about I make us some food up?"

"Chase! Stop! Listen to me, we need…"

"Milk, I need to get some milk" Chase started to head for the door but House cut him off.

House grabbed Chase's arms and pushed him back against the wall, "Chase, snap out of it. Your dad's dead, did you hear me!" Chase winced when House said that but carried on trying to get free, "House let go, I have to get some milk..."

"I don't give a shit about the milk! HE'S DEAD!"

Chase struggled more but House held tight, Chase would definitely have bruises in the morning.

"House please let go" Chase spoke so quietly House almost didn't hear.

"he's dead, Chase"

"Don't!" came the weak plea from Chase

"he died"

"Please, stop it"

"dead"

"Noooo!"

"I'm sorry Chase"

"Nooo", Chase broke down into chocked sobs that shook his body violently. House held on even as Chase slid down the wall. House would be there for Chase, nothing could stop that. He wasn't even sure if anything could stop that, not even death.

Chase cried for about 2 hours and House cried too, Chase felt so much pain, and House felt his own heart stings pull in pain. He loved Chase, he knew that now, at first he thought it was just lust, but he knew he had found the person he wanted to spend the rest of his live with, which is why he ignored the pain in his leg from being on the floor for two hours. As that pain was nothing compared to the pain he felt because Chase was hurting and all he could do was be there. He wanted to make it all better and he couldn't. Instead, he reached out and took Chase's chin in his hand, lifting it up he gently placed a kiss on the tip of Chase's nose and whispered, "I'm hear for you, always. I love you so much Robert. I will be here for you whenever you need me. I love you so very much my beautiful wombat" Chase opened his eyes and looked into Greg's eyes; he could see his pain reflected there, puffy eyes and tears were falling from House's eyes.

"I love you too, always" Chase leaned towards House and placed a tender kiss on his lips. "Thank you Greg, I just… I didn't get to say goodbye"

"But at least he knew that you loved him, he died happy knowing you were going to make up with each other"

"I miss him. Which is weird cos we saw each other a few weeks ago, and I never missed him when we didn't speak for those few years before"

"That's because you know he's gone, you can't speak to him again Chase, but you can speak to me"

"I will, just not now, maybe later"

"Okay, let's get you back to bed, you look tired"

House led Chase to the bed hand-in-hand, when they got there he turned Chase towards him a stroked his cheek. Chase smiled and started to open House's trousers whilst House unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, they were both in their boxers now and they both crawled into bed, shuffling to get as much skin contact as possible before they settled and drifted off to sleep, hugging each other for comfort.

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