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A/N: Hi! Okay, so here is chapter five. I felt bad for leaving a cliff hanger. (Okay, I'll admit it was a crappy one… but hey it was one.) So, I decided to upload this chapter now, I was going to wait until tomorrow… but considering it is now 12:10 AM here and sleep is not something that is going to come soon and/or easily I mind as well do this now. And I'm, also, so fing bored out of my mind right now that if I don't do something constructive, I will have do something not constructive. And that is a very, very, very bad thing when it comes to me and my imaginative brain… very bad. Trust me. So, here you are! (Also, without the disclaimer and A/N this is exactly 1,000 words. Seriously count them! It's so cool!)

"Negative," sighed Cameron when the test results came it.

Forman and Chase looked disapprovingly at the computer like it was the computer's fault.

"So… where does that leave us?" House asked as he scooped his pinky finger into the jar of vegemite and gave it a tentative lick. He made a sour face and wiped the rest off on the rim of the jar.

Chase rolled his eyes. The rest of the team stayed silent, thinking.

"Come on, come people… anything?"

Still silent.

House sighed, "I'm going to think," he stated and walked off to his office.

The rest of the team, still silently, raised their eyebrows at each other in a "well then" sorta way.

Forman shrugged and asked Cameron and Chase out to lunch to brain storm over burgers, Cameron accepted, but Chase decided to take his break with April-May.

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She was propped up in bed flipping through a fashion magazine nervously and biting her nails. Three of them were already bitten down to bloody nothings, and a fourth she was working on looked dangerously close.

"Hey love," Chase greeted April-May. He ditched the bag he was carrying containing two Greek salads on the foot of the bed. He sat down on the edge and enveloped her in bear hug nuzzling his face in her neck. She buried her head in his shoulder. Chase pulled away after a quick kiss, but remained holding her hands. "How are you?" It was a stupid question. He knew this, and so did she. He immediately kicked himself for this.

She cocked her head to the side to give him a disappointed look, "I don't know; why don't you tell me?"

"We… still aren't sure quite yet what is causing the problems, but we have some theories we're working on," Chase reassured her in his best reassuring doctor tone. He gave her a toothy smile and another kiss. "Don't worry, I will take excellent care of you, okay?"

"I'm calling you on your bull shit. You have absolutely no idea what's wrong with me, and if you don't know you can't take excellent care of me," She took her hands back and crossed them over her chest defensively, giving Chase the evil eye.

Chase sighed and looked at her intently, "You're right, but we're trying, okay?"

She nodded getting what she wanted. April-May was not the type to pussy foot around. She liked answers; she liked truth; she liked raw facts; she was a hardcore anti-lying, anti-fibbing, pro-truth activist; she had a bumper sticker on her car that read, "Don't lie to kids." It was an awful and awesome quality. Her craving for truth and justice is what made her a great journalist and, also, got her into her fair share of trouble…

(…That was how it all started with the drugs. She, also, always had this thirst, this need for adventure. So, when they were seventeen and she was head editor of the school newspaper and decided that the daily columns of gossip and study skills that filled the pages weren't edgy enough she did something about it.

She wanted a hard news story. One that everybody could either relate to, or be fascinated by: going undercover inside the high school world of drugs and gambling. There was a not-so-secret, secret poker game that went on in the storage area under the gym. It used to be a bomb shelter for students and staff, but now it just sheltered old fax machines from the garbage and pissed off kids with Daddy's money to spend from cops and parents above ground.

Her piece was suppose to be about exposing the un-exposable, something every one knew about. Just peeling it down to the basics, the truth, what really went on "underneath" twice a week.

Chase was going to help. He knew a few guys that hung out down there. Not real big shots, but big enough to convince the ring leader's they were cool. But once they were down there, with the drugs and high-risk, high-adrenaline poker games, they didn't want to leave. They tried it all: smack, coke, pot, crystal, every wine cooler flavor you can think of, and every prescription under the sun, and that is just the tip of the ice burg. Most kids came from families of doctors, kids that used to hang out at work with the nurses and tag along on rounds with their parents. The pharmacist got to know them, got to trust them, and soon swiping their parent's script pad was the only tricky task. Chase wasn't part of this part, although he knew what hospitals and pharmacies were the easiest to get away with "My dad wanted me to pick up this prescription of Ritalin for him," and which ones to avoid.

They both got hooked. On the excitement and drugs, they were seduced by the danger of it all, but it all came to a crashing halt one night.)

Chase tried to stop thinking about the past as he reached for the salads at the end of the bed. He set them on her lap, kicked of his shoes and pulled off his lab coat. Slipping into her bed and under the covers she snuggled up tight against Chase. He smelled faintly of the cologne she gave him for his birthday (precisely for this reason), his Irish Spring soap, and the yummy sent of boy she loved. They cracked open their salads and ate in silence for a few minutes.

It was April-May who broke the silence, "Do you ever wonder what it would have been like…? You know, if we hadn't totally screwed everything up?"

Chase looked at April-May with big sad eyes, "Yeah, I wonder. You too?"

She nodded, sighed, and stabbed a leaf of lettuce.

Chase was about to say something more when Cameron burst in, "Chase—" She paused noticing how close April-May and Chase were… sitting. But she shook off her shock, "—we have a problem."