The next chapter...finallysobs I'm sorry everyone. I totally lost track of the time. And it's really short too...I'll try to update quicker next time though!

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Chapter Six: Click

"Welcome home, honey!" Chase beamed. He had on oven mitts and a pink apron he'd gotten from who knew where.

House caught sight of an already iced cake on the counter, which was surprisingly clean (the counter...). In fact, everything in the kitchen was unnaturally tidy and gleaming.

"I just put some chicken in the oven, and I'll start the potatoes soon..." Chase gabbed on about the meal, leaving House to stare.

"What the hell?!" House burst out suddenly. Chase turned around, looking stricken.

"You don't like it?" he whimpered, looking quite a bit like a dog who'd just been kicked.

"Make up your mind!" House hollered. "Either you're angry with me or you're not!"

"I forgave you," Chase said, sticking out his bottom lip.

"Nobody does that so easily," House growled. "And definitely nobody dresses up like a housewife and, and- they just don't!"

Chase blinked. "I thought it'd make you appreciate me more."

"Now where on Earth did you get that idea?!"

"Wilson said you like homemade food," Chase retorted.

"Yeah, cause you went behind my back to have a nice little chat with my good friend."

"He's the one who knows you best!"

"Couples don't generally go behind each other's backs to get information on each other."

"Couple's don't usually say they'll phone someone and then don't!"

"See, there you go being angry at me again," House said, shaking his head. Chase satyed where he was, glaring for a moment.

"It's cause you're always ruining my good moods," Chase grumbled sullenly.

"You mean you're crazy mood swings," House growled back.

"Well, yeah, I was pissed at you, but then Wilson came in for a chat, and we had a nice coffee-" Chase began, before he was cut off by House. House's head snapped up, and he could practically see the "Click" in the icy blue eyes.

"Wilson gave you coffee?" he asked Chase. Chase nodded, not getting where he was going with the statement.

House's face darkened. "That idiot," he hissed before twirling around for the door.

"Wha-? Hey! Where are you going?" Chase cried after him.

"Out," House responded, tugging on his jacket. "I'll be back later," were the last words Chase heard before the door slammed shut.