A/N: Curious about why I'm doing this? Well, one of my House-addict friends said that "You'll get an A in Maths when Chase gets pregnant." Now, here I am, sitting, waiting, and wishing…'Nother long chapter here, for ya. This is the equivalent of two chapters for me. Continue please.

Chapter Six: Movement

A week later, the four other ducklings (minus their tamer) were sitting in odd spots around the diagnostics lounge. Foreman on the glass table, Racknell was sitting backwards on what was now "her chair". Cameron was atop a low bookshelf (as if she was minding Chase's territory) and Idnax wasn't sitting, but just leaning against the whiteboard.

"Andrea didn't look that bad when we saw her off." Foreman said in an attempt to break the silence. It bugged him, and small talk was always a good way of breaking it.

"Yeah and now here we are: All locked up and not a thing to diagnose." Racknell responded. Sure, it was a fairly catty remark, but that's the best they could get out of Racknell.

"Does House run off like this for no obvious reason all the time?" Idnax asked one of the two older ducklings. Of the two new ones, she'd proven to be friendlier, and curious about people.

"Either if the penny's dropped about something and he's the only one who heard it, or a hooker's gone to Cuddy's office." Foreman replied with a little smirk.

"Huh, like that happens often…" Racknell muttered. Ever since she got here, all she'd received from House was comments about going into the sun without a hat and having to watch as he held a folder jokingly in front of her chest.

"Never mind, Chase is coming back today." Cameron said, always eager to show her optimistic side.

"Aw, not long now, is it Cameron? Don't worry; stress leave will have done him good. And I also found out why his BP went so high that other day." House said, walking in while pretending to read someone's file.

"Is he gonna be alright?"

"Well, like I said: Stress leave will have helped a lot. Shame is he's gone…"

Idnax looked shocked, and pushed down her purple glasses, similar the way a secretary would do if someone asked her where the bath room was. "Do you mean that he…left?"

"No, but he's definitely in trouble…" House said in mock calm. Teasing them for a while like this was going to be fun.

"So you caught him with a nurse?" Foreman asked suspiciously, but hiding back another smirk.

"No, didn't catch him this time, but he did drink from the well behind our backs."

"He caught some sort of water-born virus?" Cameron asked, looking as if she was prepared to start clucking all over him when Chase walked in the door again.

"Oh, come on! Stop being so broad-minded! Chase is carrying!"

"-something contagious!"

Fine, they were being just plain stupid now. "Chase has Hippocampus Syndrome. His girlfriend's gotten him," he paused for a moment, before switching his vocal cords to a bad Australian accent. "'up the duff.'"

He never saw the confusion or shock one their faces as he walked to his desk to pick up his favourite oversized tennis ball. While beginning to hit it against the wall, House waited for somebody to speak.

"How can we be sure that this isn't some sort of joke?" Cameron asked suspiciously.

"Well, Wilson's seeing him now, checking it all out. Maybe if you're nice, we can see a print out, but that'll require a hell of a lot of carrots, and seeing it's for two…"

"What is Hippocampus Syndrome, and what the hell is being 'up the duff'!" Racknell interrupted, seriously confused.

House looked at her as if she was crazy. "Oh, really, come on. You've been working with him for how long!"

"House, the eight days we've been here we've only seen Chase twice, and now he's 'up the du-"

"Pregnant, you moron."

"…Oh." She said, finally sounding defeated for the first time in eight days.

"Um, what is Hippocampus Syndrome anyway?" Foreman asked, interested.

House explained to them all again how HS Looking up at House after musing for a moment, the short, curly-haired brunette spoke up.

"House, wait a minute; Remember when we took Chase to the ICU? Racknell and I had to lean over him to pick him up. I leant over him, touched his belly-"

"And I'm pretty sue I did too." Racknell added.

"-so, couldn't that make one of us the mother?"

House felt his eyebrows knit together in confusion. Sure, it'd be fun to see the fluff-headed duckling be ruffled up, but that would result in soap opera drama, and while General Hospital was fun, it'd be maddening to have it at work.

"Good point, but both of you have a very low chance of actually being the mother…father…yeah. Then again, you could probably pick it up from a unisex toilet, if you lean over it enough. I mean, who doesn't lean over a toilet when they're sick?" House stated, unaware if he was talking to himself. He headed towards the door.

"Where are you going now?" Cameron sighed exasperatedly.

"To find mother boy, and to work out if we have a B&B on our hands."

"'B&B'?" Foreman queried.

"The Bold and the Beautiful. Worst soap opera ever, and I do NOT want it turning up to work."