Omigosh!! I haven't updated in forever!! I'm so so sorry. Anyways...this chapter is kind of a short, fluffy chapter...I'll update sooner next chapter!

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Chapter Seven: Mommy's Medicine

"You dosed him!"

Wilson, who was still at work, looked up to see a dangerous looking House in his doorway.

"Now where'd you get-" Wilson said in innocence, right before House let his cane crack down on his desk menacingly.

"How long have you been giving him coffees, Jimmy?" he asked in a low voice. Wilson saw now was not the time to lie.

"A couple days now," he confessed. House raised his cane off the desk top and let it rest down on the floor with a small 'clack'.

"Why the hell would you do something like that?" House demanded.

"He was feeling kind of depressed; I figured it'd give him that extra...something that he needed." Wilson looked up with a devilish grin. "Don't you like having a cheerful bright spot in your life?" he teased.

"You wouldn't be asking me that if you'd actually seen him after you dosed him," House growled back forcefully.

"Come now, it couldn't have been all that bad," Wilson replied sceptically.

"I came home and he was wearing a frilly pink apron," House said with a perfectly serious expression. Wilson's mouth turned perfectly O-shaped.

"Oh, and he baked me a cake."

"No way," Wilson finally managed, before bursting into laughter. "At least he didn't clean the kitchen." House gave him a blank stare, and after a moment, Wilson laughed harder.

"He did that too?!"

House nodded. "Now stop screwing with my ass kisser."

Wilson raised his eyebrows slyly. "He'll be your ass kisser soon enough, give it some time, he replied suggestively. House rolled his eyes.

"Don't do anything else, or you'll find something in your sandwiches this week."

By the time House got home, Chase had fallen asleep on the couch again. House glanced down at the blonde's serene face and growled at the mess he'd walked right into.

Leaning down, House pushed his fingers through Chase's hair and trailed his fingers along his jaw line. Chase's hair really was as fluffy as it looked.

"Why'd you have to pick me?" he asked, his voice the only sound in the quiet room.

"You could've picked Cameron, Cuddy, hell, even Wilson."

"But picking me...that was a mistake Chase." He looked away from the sleeping doctor and sat there, before hauling himself up.

This time, House got Chase his blanket without the prior waking up, and as he tucked it clumsily around Chase, he hesitated.

Then, ever so slowly, he leaned down once more, and gave Chase a light kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight."