Authors Notes: Okay, here's chapter two, it is kind of short but I hope you like it. I have reposted a beta-ed version of chapter one, my beta is chameron4ever. Thanks for the reviews….. enjoy this chapter

Disclaimer: Actually I just purchased the first two seasons of House off of amazon... but I guess I technically still don't own the show... just the DVD's : )

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Chase lay on his couch, dead asleep, the memory rushing through his head.

Chase came in through the front door of the house, soaking wet, having been caught out in the rain. His mother was sitting at the table, yellow skin, bloodshot eyes, graying hair and all, waiting for him as she consumed the last of her bottle of gin.

Chase knew that his mother was angry with him. In the past weeks, he had receive countless letters from his mother telling him he was a traitor. Chase had yesterday received a letter begging him to come home, so he had obliged and had come home from seminary school to see his ailing mother. "Sit, Robert." Chase could hear that her voice was weak.

Chase hung up his wet coat and sat at the table across from his mother. "Why have you left me Robert?" She croaked. "Why have you left me here to fend for myself? I can't do this alone, you need to help me." Her eyes were pleading.

"No," Chase spoke, "you need to help yourself. You need to stop the drinking. You are doing this all to yourself, you are destroying yourself. If you want to do that, it's your choice, but I'm not helping you through it. Now, if you want to stop this drinking," said Chase, "then I will help you. I will help you get through withdrawal, as well as everything else. But if you want me to help you through the pain of being an alcoholic… you're on your own."

His mother sat still, dumbstruck. Chase began to get up and leave the table but he suddenly started to feel slightly dizzy. He rubbed his forehead and realized that he was sweating massively. That was very strange considering the fact that it was cold and raining outside, and freezing in the house because his mother had failed to replace the broken heating system.

"Robert," Chase's mother had begun to speak again, "you're right, I do need to stop and I need you to help me."

But Chase could not hear his mother, for his muscles had begun to twitch and he had gone into a state of subconsciousness. He was having a seizure in his temporal lobe. It screwed up his actions and emotions. Without knowing what he was doing, Chase stood up shakily, walked over to the peg on the wall and pulled down his father's gun. He began to walk over to his mother holding the gun as steady as he could in his shaky hand.

"Robert," his mother was screeching, "are you okay? What are you doing? Robert? Stop! Stop, please stop!"

It was too late. Robert held the gun up to his mother, moved his hand to the trigger, and shot it three times, once at her stomach, once at her shoulder, and once right through her head. His mother dropped to the floor as blood began to spill out from her body.

Chase suddenly dropped the gun and collapsed onto the floor as well, as his muscle twitching worsened. His subconsciousness soon drifted off to a state of unconsciousness.

Chase rolled over on his couch, the worst part of the memory still to come.

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Cameron ran back up to the desk at the clinic and spoke hastily to the nurse, "Chase isn't in there." She said. "Are you sure he hasn't gone into another exam room?"

"I don't think he has," the nurse answered, "but you can check. If he's not in any of the other exam rooms I'll call security."

"Okay, I'll check," said Cameron.

It was a matter of minutes before Cameron had looked through the entire clinic. She went back to the front desk. "He's not in any of the exam rooms." She told the nurse.

The nurse saw the worried expression on Cameron's face and added a tone of gentleness to her voice as she spoke. "Okay, I'll note security. Don't worry, I'm sure he's just in the bathroom or something…"

"I checked the men's room in the clinic." Cameron replied. "I don't see why he would go somewhere else."

"Okay, I'll call security now." The nurse said. "I'm sure wherever he went, he had a reason to go there. "Maybe he went to diagnostics while you were down here looking."

"Good idea." said Cameron. She headed back upstairs to the conference room.

"Where's Chase?" House questioned when Cameron entered the room alone. "Wombat get stuck behind a stampede?" He gave a little smirk.

"He's missing," Cameron said matter-of-factly. "He's not in the clinic. He isn't up here, is he?" She asked.

"Hmm…. Let me see," said House. "Chase?" He screamed cupping his hands around his mouth, "going once… going twice… yeah, he's not up here."

"I guess he really is missing." Said Cameron.

"He was acting really strange before." Foreman cut in.

"Ooh, strange," said House, "me likey." He went over to the white board and flipped it around with his cane. "This guy can wait," he said, "he's in a coma anyway. This missing Chase case sounds much more interesting. So… define strange for me," he said looking up at his two ducklings as he uncapped his marker.

Cameron and Foreman began to tell House about the strange encounter they'd had with Chase.

Authors Notes: Okay, I hoped you liked that chapter... even though it was short. But don't worry, this fic is not ending anytime soon. I know I said it would only be two or three chapters long, but it's looking like it'll be at least five. Expect another update probably Tuesday or Wednesday.

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