Four years, seven months and nine days ago:

Dr. Robert Chase sadly walked back into the conference room and gave a small and happy sigh when he noticed that no one else was there. He had been called fifteen minutes ago to the ICU when a patient had crashed. Chase didn't even know the man's name until after he had called the time of death. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and sat down heavily at his desk. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the second drawer, pulling out a black notebook.

House, Cameron and Foreman were always trying to see what was in his notebook; House had even tried picking the lock to the drawer. None of them knew what was in it, though. They never would either, he wouldn't let them. He opened the book to the last page with writing on it and wrote:

James Henry Stanford-36-March 29, 2006

In this book Chase recorded the name of every person that he couldn't save. It started with Amelie Chase eleven years ago. She was the first person that he couldn't save, but the book was a reminder to himself that he was an awful person; that he couldn't save people because he didn't have enough of God's love. He didn't believe enough, he didn't give God all that he could and now God was punishing him. He didn't deserve to not have the book in reminder of his unworthiness. He didn't deserve to have no pain, and he felt it every day. The ache in his heart was only getting worse and he knew that his book was only adding fuel to the fire, but it was something that he had to do: he had to remind himself of why that ache is there, because he is not good enough.

He closed the book again and slid it back into his drawer. He leaned back in his chair; everything was getting too much, now. House was getting more and more verbally abusive and sometimes it made Chase feel suffocated like it had when he was living with his alcoholic mother.

He didn't even have a chance to think about the words that he spoke when House entered the room before he said them. He wasn't sure who was more shocked: him or House.

"You quit?" House asked.

Chase's mouth was dry. No, part of him said, you need to save him! House is addicted to those pills, you need to save him! Don't let him become another name in your book, while another part of him was saying, He isn't your responsibility. If you stay here you will be the one who will need saving!

"Yeah, I do," Chase said, quietly, looking anywhere but House.

"I'm not sure what to say to that, Robert." House replied, coming and sitting next to him. "It's not too late, yet, to save yourself."

Chase was shocked that House had read his mind. He must not have kept the mask up good enough, dammit!

"It's not too late to save yourself, either," was all Chase could come up with. He could feel House's eyes burning into the side of his head and was suddenly very thankful for his long bangs. "I'm packing up my things and I am leaving tonight."

"Are you sure that that is what you really want?" House asked.

"Don't patronize me, House, I don't need it."

House sighed. "Alright," he said, "Are you going back to Australia?"

"Yeah, as soon as I can," Chase replied. He knew that he could, and should, leave it here, but somehow he found himself unable to. "I can't do this anymore."

"No one is asking you to do something that you don't want to do," House answered calmly.

"People are always making me do things that I don't want to do. I had to clean up after my mum all the time, I had to lie for her, I had to pretend at parties that my parents were the greatest, I had to quit Seminary school, I had to become a doctor, I have to lie to patients, all of these things are things that I don't want to do and that I had to, or have to."

House was silent as he pondered the young duckling's words. It was true and he knew it, but at this point he was trying hard to think of something to make Chase stay.

"I don't want you to leave," House finally said. There, he got it out in the open that he liked Chase and wanted him to stay. This was a fairly drastic step for him to take but he was fairly certain that it would work.

"I'm sorry, House," Chase whispered. "But I can't stay."

Four years, two months and twenty one days ago:

"No, you're not thinking outside the box!" House yelled.

House, Cameron and Foreman were in the conference room trying to diagnose a patient who had a fever and back pains, and was having seizures. After Chase had left not too long ago, House had never hired a third duckling, telling Cuddy that he didn't need one when really everyone knew that it was because House was holding out hope that Chase would come back.

"House, we have told you what we think it is and all we need is to go run that test and bada-bing bada-boom, we have a diagnosis," Foreman said angrily.

"I am telling you that your pitiful diagnosis is wrong, I don't need the tests to prove that it's wrong, I know that it is." House said, "Get it through your head, THAT IS WRONG! You need to learn how to look at things that aren't as obvious, you need to learn how to pick diagnoses that are obscure."

"You mean we need to be Chase," Cameron said and the room went completely silent. At House's silence, Cameron stood up, "We aren't Chase and I know that you had this crazy fondness of him that we will never, as it seems, even get close to but Chase is gone. He quit, House, he didn't want to be here anymore. You should be thankful for us, we never ratted you out to Vogler and we are still here."

"Oh, cut the crap, Cameron," House said, narrowing his eyes, "You are living in a plastic bubble where you think that everything can be fixed, you think that death doesn't exist and that no matter what, something can be done. Well, it's not true. Chase was realistic and he was able to think about things less obvious. Chase is a great doctor even though he never wanted to be, and the fact that you are angry at him for doing absolutely nothing is appalling."

"Appalling?" Cameron shook her head, trying to process House's words. "You know he respected you so much, he thought the world of you like some sort of daddy replacement, but he left, you are no longer someone that he cares about making happy, about doing things that you want him to do."

"You think that Chase left because he was sick of me?" House asked, "That isn't why he left."

"Well, tell us why he left as you never have before!" Cameron yelled.

"That is none of your business." House said, coldly.

"I can't believe you," Cameron shook her head, "You don't care about me or Foreman, you probably didn't even care all that much about Chase. You don't care about anyone but you."

"So leave," House looked straight into her eyes.

She looked shocked for a moment before she clenched her jaw, releasing it as she said, "Fine, I quit."

House stood up and started towards his office, yelling out the correct diagnosis before he slammed the door.

Three years, ten months, and seventeen days ago:

"Dr. Foreman, what do you think that it is?"

Foreman tried hard not to roll his eyes at House's newest doctor. House had freaked when a nurse had referred to her as his duckling, saying that he only had one duckling left and that Dr. Anna Stanton would have to earn her status as a duckling. Over the last year, House had seemed to be falling apart, first with Chase leaving, and then Cameron having that fit and quitting.

Foreman had to admit that as much as he liked Cameron, he thought that she had been completely out of line when she was talking to House. She didn't seem to understand that House was hurting because of Chase leaving, instead of showing her worthiness like he was sure was her intention, she instead showed her selfishness and it wasn't a good side to her.

He was dreading today, however. His mother was recently diagnosed with cancer and he was moving back to LA to help take care of her. He knew that House would probably be a little upset even if he tried to hide it.

"Stanton, it's just the flu," He told her, handing her the clinic patients file, "Now I'm sure you know what to tell them, so I'm leaving."

"Yes, Dr. Foreman!" He heard Stanton call after him as he went to the elevator and pushed the up button. When the doors opened he was surprised to see House standing there.

"Are you getting on or what?" House asked, and Foreman shook himself out of his reverie and stepped into the elevator.

"House…"

"You are quitting," House interrupted, and Foreman looked at him, shocked.

"How did you know?" Foreman asked.

"I found several of our medical books opened to pages on stomach cancer, and Wilson told me that you asked him about it and what the odds were. He told me that it was about your mother. I put two and two together." House replied.

Foreman looked down. He hated doing this to House, "I'm really sorry," he said.

"It's okay, you need to take care of your mother, I understand." House said.

"Thanks," Foreman replied as the doors to the elevator opened and House stepped out.

"Don't be a stranger, now," House said, as the doors closed.

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So there is chapter two, I hope that you guys liked it. I found it a little difficult to write in Cameron and Foreman's perspectives as I usually only write on Chase, but this was challenging and I hope that it was okay. Please let me know what you think.