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Title: WHY?

It was the funeral today, Chase was sure time had passed too quickly these last few days. In fact he felt as if it was a big cosmic joke, half how long a second is, and then watch as he has to deal with it more quickly than he expected. House and Sam had been getting on with each other great these last few days, Sam had actually cornered him the other day and hugged him saying she was so glad he had met someone who could make him so very happy, although she did say she was sad that she wouldn't have children. Then she keeps mentioning adoption, saying we'd be great parents as we balance each other out quite well. I'm not sure what to think of that idea though, were not even married yet, hell I'm not sure if I even want to get married. Although I really do want to stay with House for the rest of my life. God, listen to me, I can deal with all this some other time, I have many of years to think of stuff like this.

"Hey Chase! What you thinking so hard about?"

Chase looked up to see House looking intently at him, "Well, I was thinking about how adorable you'd look with a puppy curled up on your head"

"hmm, that's not a bad idea"

This shocked Chase, "What?"

"Well why don't we get a puppy?"

"You! YOU want a puppy?"

"What, didn't think I was the puppy type?"

"No, I thought you'd be more of a rat person"

"Yeah, I like them too"

"Are you serious?"

"About what? The rat or the puppy?"

"The… both!"

"Yes I'd like a puppy and I do like rats, although I don't think I'd ever buy one"

"Okay… why not, let's get a puppy"

"Great!"

It was a very boring funeral House thought, Sam and Chase were standing to the right of him and the priest was chattering on about heaven or something or other. He wasn't really listening, just looking around the crowd of people that had turned up, there were a lot. Lots of women were crying into their hands, most of them were faking as the sadness never reached their eyes. Then, most of the men were faking sadness too, they had their sad faces on, but the shuffling on the feet and the yawning of some of them when they thought no one was looking gave them away. In fact the only people who were sad, was Chase and Sam, although I think Sam was more sad for Chase than Rowan.

Someone across from him caught his eye, a man about an inch taller than himself was staring at Chase and he didn't like that look. The man had jet black hair and a ruggedly hansom look to him, he was obviously wearing black, but the way his green eyes kept wandering over Chase was starting to unnerve House. House took a step closer to Chase as the stranger's eyes darted to meet his.

House felt like he had to win this stare down, and he had an advantage, he was in love with Chase and knew this man wanted him. House used this to smile smugly at the man whilst stroking the side of Chase's leg. The man noticed his movement, only the man, and in response gave an angry stare before looking away.

Chase looked up as he felt House stroke the side of his leg; he was looking at someone across the coffin. Chase followed his look and his eyes locked with a man he never wanted to see again. Chase sucked in a deep breathe and House looked at him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah House, I'm fine; I just didn't think he'd turn up"

"Who is he?"

"He's a totally prick that's who" said Sam as she moved closer to them and whispered with such force, "If I had a pair of scissors right now… I swear I'd cut it off and stick it so far up his…"

"Sam! Quiet, I'm alright; he wouldn't do anything… not now"

"Okay I want to know what's going on right now" whispered House with as much authority as he could without drawing attention.

"He's just an old boyfriend" replied Chase

"An old boyfriend! He's more than that, he's an absolute jack ass who thought beating you was a laugh" murmured Sam in outrage.

House looked back to where the man was watching them, apparently enjoying the show and if looks could kill he would surely be dead as House sent deadly messages across to him, threatening death if he saw him anywhere near Chase.

"What's his name?" asked House

"Why? What you going do?"

"His name Chase"

"Fine, it's Chuckles!"

House looked to Chase, "His real name would be just as good"

This time Sam answered, while still shooting daggers at the man, "His names Martin Wood, and he will hopefully be dead very soon"

"House, Sam, I don't want you anywhere near him. Okay?"

"No" they both answered looking at Chase as if he'd asked them something completely stupid.

"Please, I don't want trouble" Chase looked at them both with his puppy eyes.

Sam and House groaned, they couldn't say no to him looking that cute. "Fine" they both eventually agreed. Chase smirked on the inside, no one turned him down when he did that face, and he practiced it a lot.

The funeral was over and people started making their way back to their cars. Chase had decided not to have a wake; he really couldn't be bothered to have all those people saying how great his dad was because he knew deep down all they really wanted to know was if they were in the will. Most of them would be heading back to the various places they came from, he hoped anyway, especially Martin. He really hoped Martin would be straight back on a plane as soon as possible but he knew he wouldn't. He found out yesterday that his father had left everything he owned to him and Sam, his father wanted them to live together or at least live with each other when he was visiting back home. That was fine with Chase, he loved his aunt to bits and she didn't judge him at all, she was also the first person he told that he was 'bi but mostly gay'. He remembered that day so clearly, Sam had just looked at him then after about 5 minutes sighed a deep sigh and told him, "Robbie, I don't know what to say…", she then whacked him on the head and said, "How about it's about frigging time you told me. I thought you'd never get round to it" She then coincided to both hug him and laugh at him for taking his precious time.

When they arrived back at the flat they all sad heavily down on the sofa and looked at each other. House looked at Chase and said, "God Chase with friends like that no wonder your dad didn't life very long, I think they sucked 10 years of my life!"

Chase smiled, House had such a way with words, "I'd say at least 20, but yeah, I know what you mean, I'm not sure if any of them were really sad he was dead, or if they were just there for the show" Sam looked up, "How about you Chase? Are you okay, what with Martin turning up?" "Yeah Sam, I'm fine, glad you were there though, both of you" with that Chase stood up, "I think I might get a nap though, I'm slightly tired" Sam and House nodded, "See you in a bit wombat" "Yeah, night Sea Dragon" they both smiled at Chase as he walked to the bedroom.

Once House heard the shower door open and Chase step out to get ready for bed, House finally looked at Sam, "So Sam, tell me about Martin. How bad was it?"

Sam looked and House and grimaced, "It was really bad, Martin used to beat Robbie up so bad that he hardly left the House, he missed a lot of college and like. I don't even know how Robbie survived it. It was horrible and violent and I would kill Martin with no problem if I ever saw him near my Robbie again!"

"Why didn't Chase get help, I don't understand?"

"He couldn't, Martin is well known in Australia, he has a lot of friends. I know that's not an excuse but… If Robbie had done anything, then it would have probably been a lot worse. Martin can hurt him in Australia which is why he moved here. He's safe here as Martin doesn't have connections outside."

"So what, Martin is like a mobster or something?"

"No, but he's from a large family that has many friends who protect each other"

"Humph, if he comes anywhere near Chase he'll have me to deal with, and I have a lot of connections here."

Sam beamed, "Well he isn't coming anywhere near him, he would be stupid enough to mess with a crippled"

"Don't you mean a crippled with a sexy ass and a twisted attitude?"

"That's what I meant"

Chase was standing at the door listening to the conversation behind it, he couldn't help but have a huge smile on his face. He felt like the luckiest man alive with House and Sam there, they both loved him and he loved them a lot too. He knew Martin would do something, but he also knew that whatever happened he wouldn't just let it happen, plus he had to mean chips watching both his shoulders. He had to be the luckiest man alive, and that thought stuck with him as he fell asleep with a beautiful smile on his face.

A dark shape climbed through the window into Chase's bedroom, while he slept on undisturbed.

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