Hello people, here's the next chapter for your enjoyment. Same disclaimers as always.

Also, I was told that I've spelt Plainsborough (sic) wrong. It should be Plainsboro, but as the whole thing's pretend, it doesn't matter. So there :oP Plainsborough looks prettier.


"Why do you care who she is?" Wilson stood with his hands on his hips, looking at House, questioningly.

"I dunno. My eternal thirst for knowledge?" came the sarcastic reply. Wilson sighed.

"Jeez, House, give the kid a break!"

"Why?" Questioned House. "This girl is the only person who has truly got to him since his father was here. Plus it's a damn sight more exciting watching real life unfold than 'Neighbours'." Wilson shook his head.

"One day that boy is gonna get you, and get you good." House only scoffed.

"Nah, he hasn't got the stones." Wilson threw up his hands in despair, before moving to perch on the end of House's desk. They sat in silence for a while, before Wilson said:

"You're actually worried about him, aren't you?"

"No," replied House, quickly.

"Awww… you have a heart…" Wilson wiped an imaginary tear away, laughing.

Their conversation was cut short by the arrival of Cameron.

"I've just finished running the bloodwork, thought you might want to see."

"Now why, oh why would I want that?" quipped House, taking the offered folder. Cameron ignored House, acknowledging Wilson's presence with a smile.

"She's got a high white blood cell count… uh… no recreational drugs, a small amount of alcohol…" Cameron looked down at her copy of the notes. "In fact, it's just her high white cell count that's odd. I didn't find anything else."

"Hmmm…" House said, looking at the file.

"Well you have fun with that, I'm going to changer her IV." Cameron said, before walking out, her heels clicking on the floor.


Ok Mrs. Ryan, how are you doing?" The woman lying in bed was pretty, with long red-brown hair and stunning hazel eyes. She looked tired though, and her eyes were rimmed red as if she'd been crying. She winced slightly as Cameron spoke.

"Headache." She said, massaging her temple.

"Well you did hit the floor pretty hard," said Cameron, looking at her. "We'll do a scan of your brain anyway though, just to check that everything's ok."

"Thanks." Phillippa replied gratefully. "You guys have all been great." There was a pause, and Phillippa squirmed slightly, opening her mouth and closing it again, as if she wanted to ask for something, but wasn't sure if she was allowed. "Could... could you do me a favour?"

"What is it?" asked Cameron.

"Could you call my husband and get him to come down?"

"You haven't already?"

"No. He didn't exactly know I was in America..."

"Sure" said Cameron, softly. She flipped through her copy of the file and checked to find an address.

Heathcote Court

Queenscliff Road

Melbourne

Australia

Wait - that name was ringing bells. Hadn't Chase mentioned it before?

Flashback.

The ducklings were sitting around the big glass table, just chatting, whilst waiting for House to arrive.

"So you don't miss Australia?" asked Foreman.

"Not as much as I thought I would" replied Chase, honestly. "I miss the sun, sea, sand... and my house and friends, but I like it here."

"Do you still have a house over there?" asked Cameron, making the most of this rare insight into Robert Chase's life.

"Well, I've got Heathcote Court, but I don't live there..." he trailed off, away in his own thoughts, before snapping back to the present "... and a flat in Sidney that I rent out when I'm not there."

Back to present.

'This is getting more and more bizzare' thought Cameron, before saying goodbye, and going to find a phone.