Chase hadn't showed up for work the next day. Nor the day after that. Nor the day after that. It wasn't until Friday, right at the border of Wilson's insanity, that he saw the blonde haired man in the hospital. Wilson had been expecting the worst. He had expected Chase to show up with bruises and cuts. But he appeared quite different. He looked fine.

In fact, he had looked a lot better than just fine. He looked happy. Most of the day he laughed and joked around with doctor Cameron as well as the other doctors. Wilson had worried about what would become of the Aussie while away from the hospital—in House's grip.

It made Wilson feel relieved.

After work, the doctors headed out for a couple of drinks at a nearby bar.

Foreman, Cameron, Wilson and Chase all sat around a four seated table. Wilson was the first to leave. He said he was tired and that he needed to get some sleep. Cameron had left to go to the restroom—at least that's was her excuse to go flirt with one of the other guys that kept eyeing her across the bar.

Wilson was now stuck with Chase; the man couldn't stop giggling from the smallest things because he wasn't as used to alcohol. The others even had to pick out a drink for him. They attempted to make sure that he didn't drink too much but Foreman and Cameron both left before realizing that one small glass bottle could make someone like Chase drunk.

Wilson was nervous. He was alone with Chase and that was something that mad him anxious. Wilson pulled at his shirt collar, trying to cool the heat rising to his face as Chase's full attention was on him.

"You guys come here a lot?" He asked smiling slightly.

Chased laughed. "The water."

"The…water?" Wilson asked a little puzzled.

"The freaking water." Chase put the glass down. "S'either comes out ice cold or boiling hot. Never warm."

Wilson remembered when he used to live with House. He still hadn't fixed it? "Yeah I know what you mean.

"You have that type of problem in your apartment too?"

"No." Wilson admitted, "Actually, I used to live there."

"Really?!" Chase exclaimed…a little too loud. It wasn't uncommon for that to happen in a bar so no one looked their way. Chase's eyes were big in awe and the fact that he was so astonished made Wilson smile.

He laughed. "I hadn't realized that I never told you."

"That's great! That's really reeeally great. And cool." Chase giggled. "So…why'd you leave?"

"I decided to leave when he and Foreman started dating." That slipped out of Wilson's mouth before he realized what he was saying. He looked up to examine Chase's reaction.

Chase didn't seem to care at all. Well not necessarily carelessness. It just seemed like he didn't hear it; he seemed to zone right out at the moment he said the sentence.

Wilson continued. "Plus, House is a complete psychopath."

Chase widened his eyes once again. Wilson had tried to make it sound like a joke but he failed.

"What do you mean?" Chase tone sounded a little more sobered.

"He just does things to hurt people." Wilson said.

Chase nodded once and blinked slowly. It wasn't a nod of understanding—just a nod.

A moment of awkward silence passed between them. It was then that Cameron came back. "Hey you guys I have to go." When she saw Wilson's surprised she said, "Don't worry I'm not going off for a one night stand." She winked at him and walked off.

"Can you believe her?" Wilson chuckled. "First thing she says after abandoning us is a sex joke."

After a long moment of silence Chase burped out, "I don't like sex."

He set his drink down again. Why did he say something like that so abruptly? Maybe the alcohol was starting to get to him as well.

"What…do you mean?" Wilson asked. The statement had made him feel uncomfortable yes, but he was still curious as to why Chase felt like it.

Then Chase, still not sober from the drinks looked around dramatically as if he was about to reveal a big secret that would bring him much shame. "It hurts." He hiccupped and then continued, "It hurts a lot."

"Why do you feel that way?"

Chase gave the impression that he was not going to say it. His movements became slower and he focused his eyes on one spot on the table opposed to his inability to focus on anything because of the alcohol before. Whatever it was made him become real emotional all of a sudden.

"House…" Chase paused before continuing. "House! What…what time is it?" Chase asked all of a sudden in a panic.

"Um…Ten o'clock. Why?"

"I have to go." He sounded a lot more frightened than his previous phrases.

He stood up in haste and reached into his pocket for.

"Don't worry about paying." Wilson said, already making it clear that he had it covered. He followed Chase outside to make sure that he was okay. The abrupt change in behavior made Wilson worry.

Chase started his trek back home from the bar. Wilson watched the man walk away. There were just those moments he couldn't take his eyes off of him. Wilson then realized that Chase had barely made it three feet before he began to tumble down.

"Woah woah!" Wilson hurried to his side and supported him. Wilson guided Chase to his car and drove to his apartment, much against Chase's will. Wilson refused to leave him out there.

"Do you want some coffee?" Wilson offered as he walked into his own apartment.

"Some coffee would be nice." Chase yawned. "I need some energy for the walk back."

Wilson wanted to protest Chase walking around at night in the middle of winter for a few miles but he already knew that trying to convince the other man was pointless. He couldn't help staring at him as he walked to the kitchen though. Chase's body teetered back and forth at the edge of sleep and awareness.

By the time Wilson came back to offer the warm drink, Chase was already fast asleep. There was no way in hell that he was going to wake him up to let him walk that route now especially since House's apartment was the destination.


Chase lied in an awkward position, one leg being on the edge of the couch and the other one on the arm rest. He leaned in over the blonde man's face. He slept with his mouth slightly ajar and Wilson could smell the alcoholic drinks on his warm breath. The closer Wilson got to him, the more he would feel Chase's body heat, radiating from him. It made Wilson's skin prickle with anticipation. Slowly, he made his way closer and closer to Chase, breathe quickening.

His lips made contact with Chase's. It wasn't a kiss. It was nowhere in the vicinity of a kiss. But it did touch. His lips just grazed against his. That was all. He could have gone a lot deeper but he hadn't.

What exactly was stopping him from taking him right then and there anyway? Chase was drunk and knocked out and on top of that, a heavy sleeper. Plus they were the only two in the apartment. And even though he may protest at first, he knew that Chase would gradually start to like it. Maybe he might even ask for more. If he showed him the true way of how sex could feel without tall the pain and abuse, he would no longer think about it as a nuisance. Because Wilson would make him feel good. He would show Chase what someone who actually cherished and loved him could do to with his body that would expose him to such sensations. Chase would love it. He would love every single moment of it and Wilson would get to watch his beautiful body that was once writhing in pain to be moving with pleasure under actions caused by him—not House.

It was Wilson that originally planned to go out with Chase. It had always been his plan.

He remembered growing fond of his accent, outgoing personality, and his ability to adapt to the situation of being the newest staff member of the hospital. He liked his personality and intelligence. He discovered this as he had a conversation with him about his background. But most of all, he loved the male's jewel-blue eyes and his flowy mid length blonde hair.

He had been staring at Chase unknowingly from the other side of the cafeteria, laughing at some joke one of the other doctors he sat with told the table. It was Wilson's constant leering that let House find out.

"So are you going to ask him out or are you going to stick your hand down your pants every night to his picture?" He remembered House saying as the two grabbed their trays walked to the table to sit down. It was not uncommon for House to comment in events going on in other people's lives but Wilson still sighed in slight annoyance at House and his will to never let go of a subject.

"I can assure you I'm not doing that," Wilson had replied.

"Sure you aren't. So…" House had then asked, with a mouth full of the sandwich Wilson reluctantly paid for, the question he now regrets answering. "How much do you even like the wombat anyway?"

"Wombat?" Wilson asked puzzled at the nickname House had given him on only the man's fourth day at the hospital.

"His accent. S'Australian," House had replied to him as-a-matter-of-factly as best as he could through a full mouth.

Wilson was intrigued to find out such information but dismissed it quickly before House could notice. "To answer your question, I don't know."

"Pussy."

Wilson sighed, and, wanting to change the subject he asked, "How are things with Foreman?"

"What things with Foreman?" House asked, seemingly more impressed at the detailing of the sandwich rather than the fact that a jackass like him could even hold a relationship for that long. Reading Wilson's confused expression at his previous statement, House finally relented. "Oh you mean the relationship." Then there was a pause. "He broke it off."

Wilson would have pitied him if he had known the reason. "Probably shouldn't have kept hitting him."

House's eyes had lit up with an emotion that Wilson couldn't figure. After all he only saw it for half a second before House regained his apparent apathetic composure. But it something along the lines of regret and anger.

House shrugged. "At least I had the courage to ask him out." Obviously addressing Wilson's inability to make up his mind to ask Chase out, Wilson replied reassuringly to the arrogant bastard that sat in front of him.

"I will," Wilson replied. This is something House used against him. For s few days later passed by and Wilson had made up his mind. He was going to ask Chase out. And right on the day he planned to ask him out—he couldn't. As he saw the both of them hug, Wilson had found out in a painful way that he couldn't.

House had beaten him to it.

It had only been a week but it didn't take long for one to realize that House didn't deserve someone as beautiful as Chase. Though Wilson knew that he wasn't worthy enough for the Aussie either, he would at least treat Chase with all the respect and love that Wilson could give. If only Chase could realize that!

If only…

Chase's groaning dragged Wilson out of his mindset. Wilson had his hand on his face. Wilson's other hand was stroking Chase's hair and their faces were dangerously close. Quickly, Wilson released his hold and backed away and became conscious of what he was doing. Wilson was flushed and his heart was racing from the closeness to the other man. Exactly what would have happened if he hadn't snapped out of it?

Wilson left the beverage neck to the table where Chase lied. He rubbed his eyes; it was late and he had to go to bed himself. That night he dreamt.

Wilson lied down on his bed and kissed Chase's body. He dragged his fingers through Chase's beautiful blonde hair and sucked on his neck softly. The other man moved under Wilson's touch which he responded to further exploration of Chase's body. His mouth made its way down from his neck down to his abs and his other hand groped Chase's cock through his underwear which so happened to be the only clothing he had on.

He had always wanted to do this. He Always wanted to touch Chase in this manner.

Right then, Wilson closed his eyes and moved over to Chase's lips, wanting to take in the full experience of the fervor. Once his lips touched Chase's he noticed that there was something wrong. There was something completely wrong.

Chase's lips were moistened by a warm liquid, but it wasn't saliva—it was something thicker. Wilson knew from his many years in the medical profession that it was no saliva and he knew all too well what it really was.

When he opened his eyes he found out that Chase had been writhing in fear beneath Wilson's touch. His watery eyes were filled with terror, and he found out why Chase hadn't protested.

His lips were sown shut—the thin stitches made expertly with a hand of a surgeon.

Regardless of how strong the stitches were, they did little to contain Chase's will to speak. The amount of blood surrounding them made it evident that he had been trying to open his lips. He was trying to tell Wilson to stop.

Wilson woke up in a cold sweat. It has been a long time since he woke up in complete and utter terror. He turned the pillow to the other side, making sure that it was dry and laid his head down. He lied there all night trying to take his mind off of the dream and also trying to take his mind off of his shameful erection—which both showed signs of something.

His thoughts could be just as evil as House's.