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Chapter Six: Brush-Off

Afternoon sunlight fell in shafts across House's face, illuminating it in a soft light.

Chase and Wilson sat in uncomfortable chairs by the small hospital bed. They were both staring hard at the gruff doctor.

"He looks so… peaceful," said Chase quietly.

"Serene," put in Wilson. The two nodded in agreement.

"He never really relaxes when he's around people, does he?" Chase said slowly. Wilson shook his head.

"Even when he's sleeping," he said. Chase looked around, surprised.

"What?" he exclaimed. Wilson grinned ruefully in response.

"If he knows someone might be around while he's sleeping, he'll tense up his face in a frown. And it stays that way." Wilson looked thoughtful. Chase wondered how Wilson knew this.

"He's conked out drunk at my house quite a few times," Wilson explained, catching Chase's look.

"Ah." That made sense. They both paused.

"But that's only if he goes to sleep of his own free will. When he goes unconscious," Wilson said, gesturing to House's unmoving body, "Or if he…" Wilson went red.

"Wha-? What did you do?" demanded Chase.

"Once I drugged him on sleeping pills. He fell asleep with a face just like the one you see now." Chase considered this.

"I wonder-"he started, but stopped the moment he saw House stir. One of House's hands flew to his leg. Both of his steely eyes snapped open at once.

"You collapsed from stress and lack of sleep," Wilson informed him. House made to get out of the bed. Chase looked alarmed.

Wilson shoved him back, and House collapsed with little resistance. "You haven't been sleeping for quite a while, have you?"

House grit his teeth. "Leg pains."

"You've always had leg pains," responded Wilson. House's eyes ran over Chase and it was clear he wasn't going to say anymore.

Wilson sighed sadly. "Go home and get some sleep, House." He walked out, leaving the two alone.

Chase inched nearer to the bed. "What?" asked House suspiciously.

The blonde leaned down and planted a light kiss on House's lips. He pulled away, uncertain. House's face remained the same.

"I'm going home," he said, getting up slowly. Chase grabbed his sleeve.

"Please don't," he pleaded. House shrugged the hand off.

Houses hobbled over to the door. Chase was hot on his heels. "Bring me, then."

House looked at him like he was crazy. "No," he growled forcefully.

"I'll follow you in my car either way." House glanced at Chase distastefully.

"You go ahead and do that."

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Although it is hinted at, nothing happened between House and Wilson romantically in this fan fiction (I'm saving that for a future fan fic)