A/N: Sorry, I've been so slack with this. Here's a short summary of the story so far, just in case you have forgotten the storyline.

Chase was going out with Cameron, went to her house to propose, and then was shocked to find House in her bed. He found comfort in Dr Cuddy and a strong suspicion that they were sleeping together was running through the hospital. After a confrontation with Cameron, he was set to return to Australia with a broken heart, before returning after seeing someone at the airport. He is now in House's office, after in the last chapter he pushed House to the ground, sick of the taunts.

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"Look, Chase, I have something to tell you,"

"What, that you love Cameron and want me to stay away? Don't worry; I'll be sure to do that!" Chase groaned.

"Cameron-" House started but was cut of by an incensed Chase.

"I don't care about your pointless ramblings! Just tell me what you want, and I'll go. If you want to know why I-" Chase started, but to then be cut off by House.

"Cameron is pregnant, with my child," House said, surprisingly controlled. Chase just stood there mouth gaping momentarily, House's mouth turned to a smirk as Chase closed his mouth.

"Stacy's in town," Chase replied, walking out of Houses' office, not knowing what to do or where to go.

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"Where's Chase gone?" Foreman asked House as he walked into the lab where he and Cameron were.

"Dunno," House answered, grimacing slightly. "Haven't seen him?"

"Not since he went to your office," Foreman answered, "and that was almost what, 6 hours ago now."

"How about you Cameron?" House said, taking a seat on the stool where Chase would have been sitting if he were there. Cameron just glared.

"Foreman, found anything yet?" Cameron asked, ignoring House's unbearable grin.

"You are developing quite a talent in changing the topic lately," House said, receiving another glare from Cameron.

"No, Cameron, I haven't," Foreman answered, trying to ignore House's remark.

"And it always works," House added, his grin growing wider at the sight of Cameron shifting uncomfortably and avoiding eye contact.

"What did you tell Chase?" Foreman inquired, increasingly interested in House's behavior.

"Nice civilized conversation, discussed the weather, how attractive my new cane is, you know, the usual," House replied. Foreman sighed, realizing he wasn't going to get anything out of his jerk boss, just as he expected. "You don't even like him, since when do you care?" House asked, turning to Foreman.

"I'm not you, House. I am human." Foreman replied, getting up and leaving, sick of the conversation.

"I guess it's just you and me now," House said, smiling at an apprehensive looking Cameron.

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Foreman banged loudly on the front door. Firstly three times, and then another 3, both to no avail. He tried again, not wanting to make a scene yelling to the in habitant and waking up the entire building, but the way this was going, he was going to have to. "Chase," he called out, banging on the door again trying to get some reply. "Chase, I know your in there, let me in," he said. "Chase, it's Foreman, open up," again, this time slightly louder. There was still no answer. Come on, don't make me do that! he thought to himself. He reached for his pocket, hoping to find a credit card in his wallet. Extracting the small rectangular card, he maneuvered it in the door frame, successfully opening the door.

"There was no need to do that, it was open," he heard a voice from inside say.

"What's up," Foreman said, taking a couple of steps inside the dark, cold apartment, shutting the door after him.

"Since when do you care about me," Chase said, apparently seated on the couch. Foreman felt around the wall next to the door for a light switch.

"Since our asshole boss stole your girlfriend and is causing your mental breakdown,"

"I'm fine," Chase said, squinting as Foreman turned the light on. He was seated on the couch, still dressed in his work attire, with a stubby on the coffee table opposite him.

"Where's the beer?" Foreman asked, heading to the kitchen. Chase sat up quickly, apparently worried with what his colleague going to do. Foreman reached the fridge and opened it. All that was in there was a bottle of milk, a couple of apples and a 6 pack of beer, minus one. Foreman pulled out the 5 cans of Fosters, walking back to Chase and putting them on the coffee table, then taking one and taking a seat beside Chase. In this time, Chase had a very confused look on his face, a mixture of confusion and worry. Confusion about the actions of his usually not-so-nice colleague, and worried about what he'll do next. "Anything on?" Foreman said, motioning at the television with the sound on mute in front of them.

"Nuh, just had it on as background noise," Chase answered, earning a 'seriously' look from Foreman, "I had the sound up before you decided to turn my front door into a musical instrument." There was a moment of silence as they sat there and watched a melodramatic soup with no sound. "What do you want?"

"Well, obviously you don't want to talk, and you seem to need company," Foreman said, snatching the remote from Chase's knee, "give me that," Chase didn't reply. He just sat contented as they watched a replay of the baseball, with the sound turned up.

It was getting late, around 10:00pm when the next word was spoken. All the beer had been finished, and so had a couple of frozen dinners Foreman had grabbed out of Chase's freezer. "Cameron's pregnant," Chase mumbled, finally deciding to talk.

"What?!" Foreman said, sitting up, in a tone of both worry and concern.

"House told me, it's his," Chase said, eyes remaining fixed on the television.

"Shit," Foreman said.

"Foreman, why didn't she tell me?" Chase asked, his sullen face, his tired eyes now focused on his companion.

"What?"

"Everything. Why didn't she tell me she like House better, that she lied about her feelings. That she lied about…everything," Chase said, visibly now trying to hold back tears.

"Don't blame her, House is worse," Foreman answered, stunned by Chase's shock outburst.

"You expect it from House. It's like in the last few months that Cameron has turned into a female version of him. She's not herself, Foreman," Chase said, in a concerned voice.

"Why don't you call her?" Foreman said, "I know Cameron, no way she would let House tell you that she is pregnant,"

"I'm flying out of this country at the first opportunity I get tomorrow," Chase pined.

"Man, you sound like a 5 year old, here," he said, handing Chase the phone, "Or do I have to dial the number for you as well?" Chase took the phone and put it down on the coffee table. "Fine," Foreman said, "I'll just have to call her myself," he said, getting his phone out of his pocket.

"Fine," Chase said, reaching for the phone and dialing in the number.

"Hello?" Cameron's voice sounded. Chase immediately hung up.

"I can't do this," he said, looking at Foreman. Foreman picked up his phone again and flipped up the lid. "Fine," he said, redialing the number.

"Hello?" Cameron's voice sounded again.

"Cameron, why didn't you tell me," Chase said angrily, "I'm sick of your lies,"

"What, who…Robert, is that you?"

"How long have you known?" he continued, "so you and House are planning a life together?"

"Chase? What the hell are you talking about?" Cameron said, genuinely puzzled.

"House told me you were pregnant," Chase said finally.

"What?!" Cameron answered in a state of alarm, "well, he knows more than me,"

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TBC