Just as a general answer to reviews time! For those thinking that Chase is too girly, don't worry, I've got the solution worked out on that, but it won't come around this chapter. Live through girly Chase for a little more time, and I promise it'll get better. For those of you thinking that the chapters are too short, here's the short and simple- I'm very busy. I could write longer chapters, but it would take twice the amount of time as normal, and you'd really only be getting the same amount as before. Besides, I find it's easier to read fan fics in bite sized portions.

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Chapter Four: Disappointment

Evening rushed in quickly, to all but Chase. He fidgeted all day long, and when the end of the day finally came, he was all but bouncing off the walls.

It seemed House had been avoiding the entire team, but Chase suspected it was really him House was trying to decrease contact with. This thought made him frown as he dashed up to House's office.

He skidded in just as House was standing to grab his jacket. House growled at him.

"Must you make it so very obvious?" House demanded. Chase's mouth turned downward.

"Why should we hide it?" he asked. House looked over at him like he was crazy.

"You don't have to shout that you're gay to the world!" House exclaimed. Chase crossed his arms.

"Well, you're my boyfriend," Chase snapped. House almost shuddered at the word coming from the mouth of another man.

"Doesn't mean I'm gay," he retorted. Chase's arms dropped to his sides.

"Well you must be something, or this wouldn't be happening," he said, dangling the key out for back up evidence.

"It has nothing to do with gender! It's a personality thing," he muttered. Chase laughed happily.

"So you like my personality?"

"No, I hate it." House scowled and Chase's face fell.

"Then wha-?" Chase started, confused.

"It's your hair. Drives me crazy." House walked over to his coat stand as Chase's hand flew to his hair. He couldn't tell if House was being serious or not.

"In a good way?" he asked uncertainly. House rolled his eyes as he flung on his motorcycle jacket.

"You rode your bike? Can I ride?" Chase asked eagerly, distracted.

"No," House responded, shooting Chase down like a dead duck. Chase slumped into the corner feeling dejected.

House examined him and sighed. "Cameron will be watching to see where you go tonight. She'll know if you ride home with me."

"Fine, I'll just follow you like last time-"

"I wouldn't put it past Cameron to follow you to wherever you're going."

Chase stopped, frowning once more. "But then..."

"Go home for tonight, duckling."

"But my home is with you House!" Chase protested. House's face unexpectedly went soft, surprising Chase.

"Just when did you fall so head over heels in love with me?" he muttered lowly. Then his face hardened again. "I'll phone you later," he grunted.

"Whaaa? You will?" Chase was once more happily distracted. "That's great! I'll wait for your call," he jabbered away.

The office door clanked shut before Chase realized House was gone. Sighing a little, Chase was unsure of his feelings.

He was disappointed, because he'd wanted to spend the evening with House, but he saw House's logic again and couldn't help but curse it. He was more or less satisfied with the phone call promise though.

He wasn't at all surprised when he saw Cameron waiting inside the office for him.

"Coming Chase?"