A/N: Warning, Chase gets raped in this chapter. It's not terribly graphic, but I want to warn you that this chapter and the next one are pretty nasty. If you don't want to read it, let me know, and I'll summerize for you what you miss. Thanks again for reading. And sorry for the cliffhanger at the end.


Chase's POV

Realization comes back as I feel something sooth the fire on my back. The pain is gone but I can still feel hands on me.

As long as there is no pain I could care less.

Even behind my closed eyes I can tell that I'm some place bright. A little too bright.

At least there is no smell of sex or blood here. It smells clean, sterile, hospital like.

Must have been pretty bad off if I was brought to a hospital. I know no one would come looking for me so I guess Wimmer decided that I needed help.

"House?" I know that name and that voice.

There is no way Wimmer would allow House to work on me. That means that House or Wilson found me like this. Great. Now they know. And now the whole hospital will know.

No, wait. I don't have to tell them. I was mugged, or attacked. Where was I?

The last place I remember was Wimmer coming to my place.

Then someone broke into my flat. That can work. I'll throw my wallet down a sewer when I get out of here. Say I was robbed or something. That'll work.

Don't remember what the guy looked like. Don't want to press charges. Just want to put it behind me.

They'll believe that. I'll cry a little and let Allison baby me. That can work. Cover everything up.

"Rape kit."

No. They'd find the DNA. They'll know it's him. And then he'll get angry. They'll loose their jobs. I can't do that to them. No.

Wait. I'm dating him. Yeah, I asked for it. House will believe that, especially after he found out about the dominatrix. I like to be beat up. I'm gay. I can live with the condescending looks. The jokes and snickers behind my back. I'll deal. It's okay.

Its funny, but having House swab my anus and mouth doesn't bother me. The hands checking my testicles don't freak me out. Have I been desensitized to touch now? Or is it that because I know that these two wouldn't harm me physically that I have nothing to worry about?

It actually takes more energy then I care to use at the moment to contemplate it. A nap seems good. I don't have to be here for what ever else they plan to do with my body.

Its not like it's mine anymore. It belongs to Wimmer.


The hand grabbing and yanking my hair brings me back to consciousness.

"How did you get here?" He breathes heavily in my ear.

"I don't know. I think that Dr. House and Dr. Wilson found me." I try to keep the fear out of my voice.

"Did you call them? What did I tell you about calling for help?" He drags me off the bed and on to the floor.

"I didn't." I can't help the whine. He pulls me to my feet by my hair. Jerking my head back. "I told you House wouldn't believe that I was sick."

The backhand spins me and somehow I'm on my stomach on the bed.

The one thing I never liked about hospital gowns is the fact that your ass always hangs out the back of them. Wimmer takes advantage of this as he shoves one of his fingers up my ass.

I don't bother to fight him. He has the right. I don't know if they are safe anymore. Maybe the more compliant I am the more forgiving he will be. I can't let him get rid of them.

The zipper in the background is my clue to close my eyes and go away. I know what he's going to do. Zoning out always helps. He doesn't waste anytime in pushing into me. The pounding is the same as always, nothing new.

The opening door, gasp, and click of the gun are new though. It makes me open my eyes.