(So as a holiday thing, I've been writing ficlets for friends based on song lyrics. Though I'm far from being done with them, I decided to share ;) So hereare the House ones:))

"Would I lie to you?"

A "House" Ficlet – for Rai

Disclaimer: Not mine!

Info: PG, Chase (Also, I wrote this before the ep that actually depicted it...)

By Moonie

"I'm off for lunch. You two coming?" Dr. Foreman asked Chase and Cameron. Both looked up from the massive medical books sitting before them and making their eyes blurry. They looked to the clock, realizing that it was mid-afternoon and they still hadn't eaten despite being starving.

"Sure," said Cameron.

"Yeah," said Chase. Both stood just as the phone rang. Cameron looked to the others, then went to answer. The two men waited as she identified herself, then a moment later turned back.

"It's for you," she held out the receiver to Chase. He took it, signaling for them to go ahead.

"I'll meet you there."

"Okay," they agreed before leaving the room.

"Hello?"

Thirty minutes later, when Foreman and Cameron returned from lunch, they found the third of their team standing by the window, leaning with his arm against the frame.

"There you are. Why didn't you come?" Cameron asked. He didn't respond, still looking out. Looking back to Foreman briefly, she tried again. "Chase?" A few seconds of silence went by before he finally replied, without turning, speaking evenly.

"My father died, last night. The call…" He turned toward them. His face held a frail composure. Recovering from the momentary shock, Foreman and Cameron moved forward.

"Are you okay?" Foreman asked, as Cameron placed a hand on the grieving doctor's arm.

"I don't know. I'm not sure what to… We left things relatively okay when he left after his visit, but… I didn't even know there was anything wrong."

"What are you going to do?" Cameron asked.

"I've cleared some away time for the funeral, I just need to talk to House." It was barely five seconds later that the doctor in question limped on by.

"So, how are we doing with Foreman's theory?" he asked the group. An awkward silence set in before Chase responded.

"Can we talk… in private?" Perhaps picking up on the rush of emotions plaguing him, House didn't provide Chase with a remark, simply indicating his office. Chase went on ahead as House turned to the other two.

"I assume you're still looking, so why don't you do that." He started for his office, then turned back to Foreman and Cameron. "Look under 'P'." He walked into his office, closing the door and sitting across from Chase. "Now what's this all about?"

"I'm going away for a few days, to Australia for my father's funeral." This was one of very few times he could ever recall seeing House look kind of caught off guard.

"You just found out?" Chase nodded. "Sorry… for your loss."

"Thank you."

"So… go. I'll see you in a few days." With another nod, Chase stood and headed off, waving a goodbye through the glass walls to his colleagues.

A week went by, faster than any would think. Then one morning, the door opened and there was Chase, back at last.

"Hey," Cameron stood to greet him with a hug. "Welcome back."

"Thank you," he gave her a smile. Foreman stood next to come shake his hand.

The day went on, all noticing a certain quiet state in the returning Chase but not saying a word about it. The fact was he was in waiting for a particular moment. This came late in the day. Cameron was running tests in the lab, Foreman was on clinic duty, and House was working in his office.

Chase stopped just outside his door, walking in a moment later. House looked up, an expression that could have been interpreted as 'oh crap' face coming over him. "It's interesting the things you find out when you bury a family member. The things they may have failed to mention, the secrets…"

"Well, sure… Then no one can yell at you, can they?" House stood, coming to stand on the other side of the desk.

"Not a luxury of yours just now."

"And somewhere, I'm… not kicking myself. Confidentiality should be a familiar concept to you."

"And if it was your patient, sure. But this wasn't. This was my father," he worked not to raise his voice.

"What happened to not caring? Tell me, what would you have done with this information? Couldn't change anything…"

"I don't know, but I would have liked to have the choice."

"You have to imagine… maybe he didn't want you to have to see him waste away right before your eyes…" There was a pause, neither man speaking or really looking at the other. "The best thing you can do now is just go on with your life, keep working. It'll get easier." Picking up his cane, House walked past Chase, who was still processing everything. "This conversation stays between us."

the end.

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