Don't OWN any of the characters! Don't MAKE any money! It's JUST for fun!

Title: WHY?

Sam went to prison, and Chase was sad, all House could do was try to comfort him, but he couldn't know what it felt like to loose both a parent and an aunt. Although he could visit her, he knew Sam wouldn't allow it. Sam wouldn't want Robbie anywhere near a prison, and he couldn't blame her. He just wished it hadn't had to come to this.

Chase was moping around, he didn't want to do anything, and he had to be up tomorrow to return to work. He wasn't looking forward to that, Cameron annoyed him with her caring tone, always trying to know everything. Every little detail, she felt she should know about you, and Foreman was almost as bad. Apart from the fact that he acted like he hated Chase and had no respect for him, which was a load of bull! He knew, hell, everyone knew that Foreman wanted to fuck him. The looks he'd give him when no-one was looking. Two or three times he could swear he actually felt Foreman's eyes run over him. It was getting tiring.

'But that's enough of that' he thought to himself 'Foreman wouldn't do anything once he found out about House'. Chase smiled to himself, maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so bad, and he'd give them all a show they'd never forget about. Chase actually chuckled out loud at that, they'd not look at him the same way, that's for sure.

The next day…

Chase woke up with House tangled beside him, and the sun flooding the room, "Hey Greg, Hey wake up!" Chase push and poked at House making sure that he'd wake up.

"Wah, what's up?"

"Work today, remember?"

"Ah yes, another day of living hell before we sleep into eternal torment. How wonderful!"

"Wow, so you're actually this sarcastic ALL the time, guess Foreman wins the bet"

"You bet on me! Well I don't know what to say, honored though, although I'd be more honored if you had won!"

"Nah, I thought you'd be moody in the morning and sarcastic later on, Foreman thought you'd be cynical and sarcastic taking turns throughout the day and Cameron thought..."

"Wait let me guess, she thought I'd wake up all blissful and loving then giggle at myself for being so hard on you all!"

"Well, yeah!"

"Gawd that woman needs a beating!"

"Well you have got a cane!"

"Nah, she'll just want to marry it afterwards, and I do need it."

"I suppose so..."

"Chase?"

"Yes?"

"You look absolutely stunning this morning!"

Chase blushed, "Why Greg, are you becoming sentimental in your old age"

"No, I just want to ravage you till you scream!"

"No can do… we have to be out the house in half an hour and we have yet to start getting ready"

"Shame"

Chase smiled, then moved off towards the bathroom to get a shower, House watched him with great interest thinking of all the possible places he could bend Chase over when at the hospital.

When House and Chase walked through the corridors on the way to the conference room, they were met by a lot of stares and quite a few hostile ones towards House from the staff both male and female. It could have been because they were laughing and House had his arm slug loosely on Chase's shoulders. But it was a lot more likely that it was due to the kisses House placed lightly on Chase's face every few seconds, kissing his eyes, cheeks and forehead softly all over. Chase doubted there was anywhere left on his body that House hadn't kissed now. Which is how they entered the conference room, and why Cameron gasped quite loudly.

"What the hells going on?" Shouted Cuddy who was in the conference room, she had found a new patient for House and was waiting with Foreman and Cameron for House and Chase to arrive. She had no idea they were a couple and so she got just as much of a surprise as Cameron when they walked in practically glued together.

"Well hello Cud! What's wrong? Sad that I'm not drooling over your huge knockers anymore?"

"When the hell did this happen" asked Foreman interrupting House's reply

"Well lets see, hmm, maybe a week or two… I'm a man, I don't really care as long as I'm getting some, and believe me… I'm soooo getting some!"

Chase smirked at that, any other time he might have blushed but when he was with House, he didn't care.

Foreman was angry; actually he was more like stark raven mad. Chase was his! How dare House take that away from him, he'd have to do something about this!

Cameron looked between House and Chase, "Why? I don't get it, you get on each others nerves. It'll never last!"

"Like hell it won't! Chase and I are together and the sex life is great, I won't give that up!"

"You can't see each other, not when it interferes in your work so I'm afraid your going to have to split" said Cuddy with an air of smugness.

"Not happening as it won't interfere with my work. I'm always right and they do as I say! How's that a problem?"

"It just is!" and with that Cuddy walked out.

House looked down at Chase, "I'm gonna go speak to her okay?"

"Yeah okay" House leaned into kiss Chase and then went to follow Cuddy.

Cameron looked at Chase with disgust, "Sleeping with the boss won't get you promoted here you know."

Chase looked shocked, "I'm not sleeping with him for that!"

"Sure your not, all you do is sleep with people to make sure you get a better position. Is that how you were employed here? You're such a slut!" Cameron shoved past Chase pushing him to the ground before walking straight out. Chase watched her go, "What's her problem?" He asked Foreman who was moving forward to help him.

Foreman glanced at Chase on the floor and moved to help him up, he heard Chase say something whilst he pulled him up. "I think you'd look great on the end of my cock!"

Chase whizzed round and looked at Foreman, "Did you just…" Chase was cut off as he was pushed up against the table and pinned there by Foreman. Chase tried to break free but all he ended up doing was starting to panic. "Foreman gettoff!" Foreman had other ideas instead. He pushed a knee in between Chase's legs and forced his tongue into Chase's mouth before he knew it.

Chase felt Foreman's tongue push deeper, stroking the inside of his mouth, aiming to tease but only ending up fighting with his own tongue. Chase tried to get free but Forman was a lot stronger than him and he had no chance. Chase could feel bruises starting to form on his wrists and felt something stabbing into his leg. 'Oh god noo!' he thought as Foreman shifted, now he felt it clearly, Foreman's erection was getting bigger and pushing up against his leg. Without realizing it, Chase had been pushed back and was now sitting on the table with Foreman between his legs and still forcefully kissing him. Chase struggled but he couldn't get free 'O god someone come in, please!' He thought, luckily his prays were answered.

Wilson was walking alone the corridors back towards the conference room, he had heard by over listening to the nurses that House and Chase were kissing. Wilson chuckled to himself, he was wondering when they would get round to telling people. Unfortunately, he also heard via the nurses that Cuddy was extremely unhappy about the situation and she wasn't the only one. So he decided he'd go along just to give his support for the two because the way things seemed, they'd definitely need it.

Upon entering the room, Wilson startled, didn't believe his eyes, Foreman was kissing Chase and Chase was sitting on the table with his legs on either side of his waist. Wilson was just about to leave the room in anger when he noticed the grip Foreman had on Chase's wrist. 'Ow that's got to hurt' he thought, but then he realized something, Chase looked… no, it can't be… Chase looked as if he was… trying to… With a start, Wilson rushed over to where they were and pulled Foreman away from Chase. "What the hell do you think your doing?" He yelled at Foreman.

Foreman just laughed and whipped his arm across his lips, "O come on, he enjoyed it!"

Chase, who had fell off the table when Foreman had been pulled off looked up at Wilson through his reddened eyes, "I…" Wilson cut him off, "I know Chase!" Wilson looked back at Foreman, "So, I guess those tears were tears of joy then?"

Foreman looked back at Chase who looked down to the floor, trying to wipe away the evidence of tears. "Of cause, he wanted it" Foreman almost snarled at Wilson.

Wilson walked up to Foreman and stared at him, "You should go!" Wilson kept eye contact with Foreman, never blinking once. Some people might choose to believe he was soft or a pushover but he was neither and it showed to Foreman at that moment. "Fine!" said Foreman as he turned to leave. A hand grabbed his arm painfully and stopped him, "I don't think you quite understand! You WILL resign from this hospital and go work somewhere else, even if you can't find a hospital that will take you I'm sure McDonalds will. You understand?" Foreman looked at Wilson and snorted, so Wilson squeezed his arm a little tighter. Foreman gasped as the pain shot through his arm, "Yeah…Yeah I understand" he replied. "Good, we understand each other, but none of this leaves the room, no-one finds out why you quite, got it?" Foreman only nodded in return so Wilson led go. Foreman practically launched himself out the room, so Wilson went over to Chase to see how he was.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm… yeah, thanks Wilson, I don't know what he would've …"

"Don't think about that, okay? Your fine and you don't have to worry about him"

"Yeah, I didn't realise how…" Chase trailed off; he couldn't find the word to describe Wilson at the moment but Wilson himself managed to.

"Let me guess here, you didn't realise I was so… bold, no, House-ish, that's it. I can be House-ish sometimes"

"Yeah" Chase laughed a little "I still can't thank you enough you know"

"I know"

Wilson pulled Chase up and patted him on the shoulder, "But how bout you start by not telling House about this little incident, it'll only piss him off that it wasn't him that saved you"

"Okay deal" With that they shock hands and left the conference room.

I'm thinking the next chapter will be the last, but i will do other stories so don't panic! Thanks for reading and reviewing! Hope you enjoy the last chapter.