AN- Wow… It has been two years since my last update… I am SOO sorry. But I guess better late than never? Will you guys buy that? Well I certainly hope so. Also when his body is in "Chase" form then I will call him Chase

POST FACT:

House stumbled home nearly an hour after his conversation with Chris. The house was quiet and empty, nothing he was unused to and the silence seemed to help his thoughts, which primarily consisted of, what the hell do I do now?

Sighing he got up and reached for a beer in the fridge, he realizes that drugs and alcohol aren't the ideal combination it was the only method of coping with tonight. Chase, his hot, blond, Australian employee was not only NOT Chase but not a real doctor. And for some reason that House couldn't name, he was fine with that. Suddenly the world seemed too crazy for him to understand, and as light as Chase had tried to keep House felt his mind slipping in and out of orbit. This is not the type of thing he was used to. He understood everything. He was the best doctor in the whole damned hospital, what on earth is going on if he can't grasp a concept!

But despite this logic, and the very real desire to understand House could do nothing more than stare at the TV screen, which was off in any case. He had been considering calling Wilson when a sudden knock came to the door.

"House? Listen I realize this has to be hard to cope with, do you want to talk?" Chase called. So he was still Chase for the moment, thought House, the accent was still as lush and "outback" as the last time he remembered. House limped to the door and opened it without saying a word. The idiot blond was looking back at him with big hopeful eyes.

"Hey House," Chase said. His time of voice clearly screaming, "please dear god don't have a panic attack and jump out of the nearest window."

House didn't say anything, choosing instead to walk back to the living room and prop his bum leg on the coffee table.

Chase sat uncomfortably in front of him, his posture perfectly straight. They sat that way for ten minutes when Chase decided that there was no hope for a real conversation at the present time and got up to walk out.

"What do you really look like? I know I've already seen it but I didn't have the time to properly observe how you are freakishly good looking you are in real life," House said with a shadow of his former snarky attitude.

Chase sighed; he should have seen this coming. Deliberating for a moment he stood up, "are you sure?"

House simply nodded, looking at him with his intense blue eyes that could pierce through anything.

Chase closed his eyes and focused his magic. He felt his body elongate and his muscles become leaner. His face became thinner and more angular and his blond hair became a chocolate brown. Finally he snapped his green eyes open to see House with his jaw hanging.

"Now that is just not fair…" House said looking at him reverently.

"…What isn't fair?" Chris said

"How can you be that damn good looking in your real body too? That just doesn't seem right. Did someone "up there" get confused when they were creating you?" the way House said it was in no way a compliment. But still Chris felt a blast of affection for his prickly boss.

"Pshh the people "up there" hate me. So I highly doubt they'd ever give me something worth valuing," Chris said casually, "THANK GOD I am back in my body. I hate being Chase… He's so short."

House let out a bark of laughter that quickly turned hysterical, "there actually is someone up there? God?"

This was Chris's turn to laugh, "god? Oh hell no, we have a council of elders who deliberate on how best to defeat evil in our world usually by charging a witch or two with the duty of killing demons. I am neutral so I don't do that dance any more, not since my brother decided it would be fun to turn into a crazy dictator."

Again House was silent, an achievement by itself, they fell into a companionable silence after that when House remembered something, "wait so could Chase bowl or can you?"

Chris smirked remembering how he had beaten House in every bowling match they had ever competed in, and raised a hand, "guilty."

House, who had been sitting up until that point, got up slowly. And with a moment of hesitation he pulled the tall witch into a hug.

Chris awkwardly patted House's back in confusion, but allowed the man to cling to him for several moments longer than necessary so he could enjoy the feeling of House's salt and pepper stubble.

"As adorable as this moment is Chrissy, and I want you to know I really do find it utterly heart warming I'm afraid we're going to have to take you with us," a low amused voice said from behind.

Chris and House both jumped, and Chris stood protectively in front of the older man per his reflex. Protect the innocent wasn't a philosophy that would disappear over night. Chris knew he only had a few seconds to come up with a way out of this, and he also knew that the only plan he at the moment was completely cowardly.

Chris didn't have time to morn his loss of courage as the two demons started throwing energy balls. He knew that he could easily defend himself, but protecting House as well would get messy quickly, especially since he was so rusty.

He grabbed House's arm and orbed out as soon as he could, even as he did so he could see the fireball go right through where House's body would have been.

As soon as he got to his apartment he woke up Cole, "God damn Cole! You were supposed to warn me you—you—" Chris couldn't get the rest of the words out as he had doubled over laughing.

Cole was sleeping on his couch just… Not the Cole he recognized. He had decided to look through Chris's clothes to find something that may fit him but apparently only ended up finding his stash of "girlfriend" clothes that women had left behind. The sight of Cole in a hot pink mini-skirt and tube top was almost worth the death and destruction that came from his slacking.

"What happened?"

"Wyatt happened, we're going to have to get out of here right now. Pack everything that you can, the potions and daggers are over there and the crystals are in the second cabinet on the right," Chris said still trying to stifle his laughter.

"Daggers..? Potions? What?" House cut in suddenly. Oh right, thought Chris, we have my grumpy, dead sexy boss to deal with, Typical.

"Wyatt has somehow figured out that you are very useful in finding me. I am guessing that he placed some type of tracking charm on you but I don't have the time right now to remove it. I placed a protective spell over my apartment so he couldn't find me, but whenever I'm with you guess he can suddenly be seen on his radar… Oh damn it Cole, put on some pants! This isn't some damn drill," Chris snapped upon realizing that Cole had decided to prance around infront of the mirror in his pretty clothes

"What? I just feel so pretty," Cole pouted.

"And you look very pretty, but we have to go now," and with a snap of his fingers many different objects from all over the room flew into a bag and packed themselves neatly.

"Go? How on earth can I go anywhere with you?" House said sharply. Going with Chris meant that he could never work in his beautiful hopsical again,

"You're right, it wasn't fair of me to just assume. You have two choices, you can come with me and be safe or you can stay here and be founded murdered in your bed tomorrow morning. Your call," Chris said impatiently.

"…I'll go for the former. Lets keep moving I guess," said House, realizing that trooping around with a bunch of magical creatures gave him the perfect opportunity to test out his theory, "everybody lies."