Chapter 2

I don't own House

Italics- Elder Language

Important!!! If you want Chris/Chase's powers just look below. Note they are the same as the powers I gave Chris is my story Charmed the Next Generation. Also note that if you don't know much about Charmed, more information will be given later, and if you don't know much about House than I will do my best to explain who everyone is and what is going on.

Chris Halliwell

Bold- Elder Power

Italics- Whitelighter

Normal- Witch

Powers- Orbing, Elder beams, glamour, healing, invisibility, telekinesis, empathy, earth, telekinetic orbing

Age- 26

"Chase?" Cameron asked softly glancing at her blond co-worker. Chase made no motion of acknowledgment and continued to stare blankly at the brick wall in front of him.

"Wombat," House said loudly, "Anyone home? I mean I knew all along there must not be much in there… but this is a whole new level," House said sharply trying to age the distracted boy on the floor to react tapping his cane on the floor his icy blue eyes narrowed.

The three people glanced at each other when Chase made no movements. House nodded toward a distant corner of the dank ally, the other two followed closely behind, no one said anything for several seconds.

"So who do you think that guy is?" Foreman asked, "And what did he say to him that got Chase so worked up?"

"And what language were they speaking? And why did he comment on Chase's acting skills?" House continued turning his head to face the broken man on the ground several yards away.

"I don't know, but right now we need to worry about Chase, he is acting pretty catatonic right now," Cameron said walking back to Chase and slapped him frankly across his cheek, causing Chase to inhale sharply.

"What was that for?" He asked, his face showing hardly concealed irritation in his thick Australian accent. Something Cameron couldn't remember directed at her since she started working together three years ago.

"Well it was the only thing I could think of," she said defensively, flipping her long brown hair behind her back, narrowing her icy blue eyes.

Chase rolled his eyes and picked himself off the floor and dusted off his yellow shirt with the strange purple tie, "We should head back," he said casually as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"Head back?" Cameron asked blackly.

"To the hospital, remember that place we actually have work," he answered walking toward the opening to the street toward the tall building where he knew Cuddy their boss, and first woman Dean of Medicine and the youngest by far was waiting for them. One of the bright sides in being part of working for one of the best diagnosticians in the country, you get let off the hook really easily.

"No so fast Skippy," House said holding his cane up to block Chase's path, a souvenir from a leg infarction that had happened several years ago and still caused him chronic pain making him even meaner that he had been previously, "we want some questions answered and you aren't going anywhere until you tell us what the hell just happened."

"You were there, you saw what happened," Chase said flatly before trying to continue, trying being the operative word.

"We didn't understand any of what you were saying!" Cameron said.

"That's the point it was a private conversation," he began, "idiots."

"What?" Foreman asked hearing the muttered word.

"Huh? Nothing," Chase said.

"Right… and I have two healthy set of legs," House commented wryly, shaking his bum leg at Chase and shook his salt and pepper hair in an attempted rock and roll move.

"Listen they are called 'secrets' for a reason, they aren't meant to be shared," Chase said heatedly, his sky blue eyes flashing. This, Chase thought is the worst part of being short much harder to intimidate them.

"We're your friends you can tell us!" Cameron said sweetly in a convincing tone placing a comforting hand on him arm.

"No, you're my colleges who I will never see again in two years!" Chase said emphatically, "listen I can't tell you because if I tell you and you tell anyone, anyone at all it would be a completely catastrophic."

"Don't you think you're being a little over dramatic," Foreman said with an amused smirk curling on his dark face, his dark brown eyes rolled his exasperation.

"No I most certainly do not!" Chase said back just as heatedly as before, "now we really should be getting back before Cuddy realizes we are gone."

"She won't," House said dismissively, "I convinced Wilson to distract her until I got back, lord knows how he is doing that… or where he is doing that," House said snickering at his perverted jock, "so tell Uncle House what your dirty little secret is."

"No," Chase said resolutely, bushing past House and walked toward the towering building of the Hospital.

The other three stood in shocked silence, staring at his retreating back. Chase walked swiftly and calmly while on the inside he was in turmoil, he briefly considered just telling House so if he needed to he could just up and leave and House would understand. But- and there is always a, but, he could just expose himself like that especially considering who he would be telling. His mind was so wrapped up in thoughts it didn't even register when he entered the bustling halls of the hospital.

"Dr. Chase?" as rich, female voice called. Chase quickly turned around and found himself staring into the green eyes of his beautiful boss, Lisa Cuddy.

"Yes?" He answered politely.

"You're in my office," she said her eyes twinkling with amusement and Chase blushed a rainbow of red.

"Oh… well than, I'll just be leaving then…" Chase said awkwardly walking toward the clear glass doors of Dr. Cuddy's fishbowl office. She just smirked, her red lips contrasting starkly next to her curly black hair.

"Dr. Chase I am a doctor and I can tell when something is bothering someone," she said sweetly, her motherly tone was almost too much for Chase to bear.

"I'm fine Cuddy," he said with a hint of exasperation before exiting the well decorated office and back into the hustle and bustle of Clinic, he stepped out just as his team members walking in.

When he saw them he quickly turned around to go to the office, but not quickly enough. Foreman and House grabbed each of his arms and dragged him out of the Hospital to an empty parking lot (A.N. Thought you all might be bored of my dark allies) and dumped him on a bench.

"We have been pretty patient thus far, but if you don't give me answers soon so help me Chase--," Cameron began threateningly.

Just then she was cut off by a Chase suddenly standing up eyes narrowed. Cameron stood wide eyed as if to ask if Chase was out of his mind when he brought his hand up and closed his fist around something that was inches away from House's head. They were all silent as Chase brought it closer to eye level, it was an athame it had a faint outline of a flame. Foreman's eyes widened as House began to speak.

"How did you react so fast? I didn't even hear the knife coming at us," House said suspiciously.

Chase however tactfully avoided the question by bringing the athame closer to his face for inspection and then the befuddlement of his colleges started chuckling lightly and rolling his eyes. Cameron brought her hand up to Chase's forehead in an attempt to check for fever which caused Chase to shake her hand off.

"Mist? Where are you?" He cooed softly as if calling a particularly naughty cat.

"Took you long enough, I was worried for a second that you wouldn't react and Cripple here would die," a woman said coming out of the shadows. She was wearing a soft leather halter-top shirt that went about mid way up her stomach, her leather skirt had two slits made for easy walking. She had long blond hair and misty blue eyes that were accented by her emerald pendent and light brown leather band that was tied around her head.

"Nah, I was just giving you a false sense of security so—" he started in a monotone voice as if he were a teacher in a class room before he was cut off.

"You can strike from behind, yeah I know. You have only told me a hundred times," she teased.

"What are you doing here? Is it national have your past haunt you day?" Chase questioned dryly, embracing her like a lost lover.

"Aren't you going to introduce us to another person from your apparently shady past. And inform me why we are apparently wasting your talents," House said slightly shaken that this woman Chase was now chatting comfortably with had tried to kill him.

"Oh Mist? She isn't shady," Chase said poking Bianca's side as he said that causing her to swat his hand away, "Bianca these are my colleges Eric Foreman, Allison Cameron, and Gregory House."

"And your 'talents'?" Foreman prompted causing House to snigger.

"Erm… yet another thing I can't tell you. But if you would excuse me Mist," he said grabbing her arm lightly, "have something to discuses."

The duo walked far out of earshot of the three who still sat dumbfounded when Chase suddenly paused and closed his eyes for a second before changing his eyes from sky blue to his natural stormy green.

"Mist what are you doing here?" he said his accent becoming thicker as he got angrier.

"Chris—"she began her voice was soft and calm extremely soothing for dying soldiers that were taken to Valhalla.

"Call me Chase while we are," he said with a paranoid glance around to see if anyone was listening in.

"Fine, Chase you aren't going to have much time to worry about exposure, Wyatt will do anything to get you on his side. Chri—sorry Chase we don't have much time many of my fellow Valkyrie's have turned to Wyatt because is the man most likely to win the war. Chris you no longer have the luxury of being neutral! You have to take a stand, because if Wyatt comes and you aren't prepared," Mist said in an uncharacteristically grim tone.

"I know its game over," Chase said running his hand through his blond hair.

"Think about it Chris," she said walking away before turning suddenly and tossing another athame with deadly accuracy causing Chase to catch it inches from his face and give her an incredulous look, "to keep you on your toes," she said before turning to an empty street and vanishing all together.

"This is going to be a long week," Chase said walking back to the three people still standing in the parking lot, "a long, long week."