A/N: Hello readers! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy this chapter, it ends on a mini cliff-hanger! If you want me to update it sooner rather than later, tell me! So, read and enjoy!

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Foreman sat opposite Cameron in the conference room. It was nearly 1 and they were still the only ones there. House hadn't called in sick, Wilson hadn't stuck his head in to see where he was and Cuddy was none the wiser that he wasn't there. The two of them sat in silence, each doing there own thing. Every now and then Foreman would open his mouth to say something, but thought better of it, as Cameron was clearly still struggling to get over what had happened between her and Chase. Every few minutes he would look down at his watch, time moved very slowly when you did that, he quickly found out. Lunch came and went, still no House. The long and eerie silence was broken by the door opening. Both of them looked up, expecting a very grumpy and tired boss, but except were greeted by a very happy and refreshed looking Chase.

"Hi," he said coolly, dumping his bag down on its usual chair and walking over to the coffee machine.

"What are you doing here?" Foreman asked puzzled, standing up and walking over to Chase to shake his hand.

"Last time I checked, this is where I worked," Chase answered smiling.

"Your plane left an hour ago," a female voice said behind Foreman.

"So," Chase said, pushing the two of them aside to sit down.

"You were going back to Australia and…" Cameron trailed off, clearly very confused by the presence of her colleague.

"Someone changed my mind for me," Chase answered, "Sorry to disappoint you Cameron," Cameron looked back puzzled at Chase, before also taking a seat. "Where's House?"

"At home with a hooker for all we know," Foreman answered.

"Well, It's good to be back," Chase said, lying back in the chair and closing his eyes, the peacefulness of sleep engulfing him.

After a while, sure enough, Wilson's face appeared at the door. "Have any of you seen House today," Wilson said, walking into the room looking rather grumpy, before noticing Chase and changing his expression entirely. "Aren't you in Australia?" Wilson said, pointing at Chase.

"Decided not to go," Chase said tiredly. "I'm going to the clinic,"

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House wearily wondered into the hospital at about 5pm. Wilson greeted him at the door, but not happily.

"House, are you drunk?" was the first thing Wilson said to him.

"Nope, feeling good though," House said, patting his friend on the shoulder and pushing him aside so he could walk in the direction of Cuddy's office. "Dr Wilson, do you want to know the key to my happiness?"

"No, not really," Wilson said, standing aside, "Because you're never happy," House opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it again, when he saw Cuddy talking to Chase in her office. The two of them were sitting on the couch, looking quite comfortable, laughing and enjoying each others company. "Leave them alone, House,"

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Chase stepped out of Cuddy's office, feeling rather good about himself. He headed to the conference room, for once not dreading to see his boss. Stacy had really given him some perspective. As he walked down the corridor he whistled and waved to the nurses as they gave him strange glares. He continued like this until he reached the office, seeing House and Cameron in a passionate embrace. Stopping in his tracks, he took a deep breath before pressing on, walking into the office and clearing his throat rather loudly, before sitting down and picking up a medical dictionary, just for effect.

"Chase, er, sorry, I um…" Cameron stuttered before House interrupted.

"If you want to get a response, at least put the Dictionary up the right way," House said, knocking the large book out of Chase's hands and onto the floor. Chase just looked at the table for a second, with a blank face, thinking of a comeback. "Come one, you use to be better that that," House said, mocking Chase, just like he always had. But this had struck a chord. Chase stood up, and walked over to House, standing in front of him for a second. "You won't do anything," House said provocatively.

Chase stood for another second before pushing House in the chest. He fell to the floor, hitting a chair on his way down. Cameron ran to House. "What on earth has gotten into you?!" she screamed at House with tears welling up in her eyes. Chase just shot back a glare, before leaving the office and heading to the clinic.

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"How can you let the loony come back!" House yelled at Cuddy, "He almost killed me,"

"Aren't you over-reacting a little?" Cuddy answered, calmly sitting at her desk as she listened to the daily scream session.

"Aren't you a little biased? Just because his butt is cuter than mine doesn't mean that the man is sane," House continuted.

"If I got a dollar for all the times I have been approached to sack you, I wouldn't have to work here anymore," Cuddy answered, taken back by House's remark.

"The man is emotionally unstable, and thanks to you, came back from his holiday before it began," House answered.

"He didn't come back because of me," Cuddy answered, giving House a sideways look, "He said he saw someone at the airport who knocked some sense back into him."

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"I really don't think what you did to House before was appropriate," Cameron said to Chase, as they sat in the MRI room.

"I don't think it was very nice of you to rub House in my face," Chase answered with a smile on his face. "How come you can lash out all the time, but when I do it once, you get all up tight?"

"You should know that, since you know me so well," Cameron answered, changing the topic. Chase just sat there, smiling to himself. "By the way, why did you come back?"

"Saw someone at the airport, reminded me running away was a bad thing," Chase answered bluntly. Cameron gave him a look, "What?" The two of them shared a moment, so brief, but so valuable.

"Chase, House wants you," Foreman said, walking in and patting him on the shoulder, trying to acquire his chair.

"Great," Chase moaned as he got up.

The walk to House's office seemed like the longest of his life. Unlike before, he walked with his head down and ignored the nurses who were now waving at him. He pushed open the door, looking up to see House sitting at his desk peering out the window.

"Here we go," he thought to himself.

TBC