Hey. I've started work, so it's taking me really long to update, sorry :( House will start to get a little weird now, assuming the effect of the pills didn't take the correct, desired result? Maybe…

'How… how can I help you?' said Wilson, and then he blinked twice. Chase looked at him, gravely now, then smacked his lips together and stood up as he started pacing the office.

'I want to give House something that belongs to him, but then he might refuse to take them from me since I'd be the one to give it to him, you understand me?' Chase stopped to look at him.

Wilson blinked four times, speedily.

Chase sighed, 'I thought so,' lowering his head, and started pacing again. While he did so, he took out the Dust Brains bottle from his pocket and stared at it, while Wilson watched. A minute later, Chase heard the desired grunt coming from behind Wilson's desk, and turned to see the man get up and walk towards him.

'Oh, Chase, you took Greg's pills,' he said, coming to a stand in front of the Australian, causing him to stop as they stood face to face now, Vicodin bottle still in Chase's rasied hand. Wilson put his hands on his hips, drew out a disapproving sigh and then took the bottle out Chase's hand, and walked out of the office. Chase stared for a moment at what just happened, then followed Wilson, who was going straight towards House's office.

Chase was again overcome by the familiarity of his group, sitting in their chairs by talking House. 'Wilson…' he said, acting surprised. Then, really angry as the next guy appeared behind him, 'And Chase!'

House stood up, dragging his cane along. 'What have you two been planning?'

Wilson threw House's Vicodin bottle, which wasn't exactly House's, Chase pointed with a secret smile, into House's chest. House grabbed it and tossed it once in the air, grabbed it again to examine it with genuine surprise.

'Chase had these when he came into my office,' Wilson announced. 'Obviously, he took them from you.'

'I have my pills,' House said. 'Using the last prescription you gave me.' He took out an identical bottle from his own pocket and popped several pills out of it into his mouth while talking. Chase was hyperventilating, feeling more nervous by the second. His plan had enormously failed, even though he still hadn't anything clearly planned in his mind yet. He knew Wilson was the only and best resort, that's all he knew.

'Then what are those?' breathed Wilson, staring at the other one still in House's hand.

'Ask him,' House said indifferently. 'Maybe he has a problem with a secret limb we're not aware of.'

'Alright,' said Chase, causing all four to turn to him, but he couldn't just stand there and watch the scene unfold before him. He had to step in and do what Dumble… what was his name? told him to do. Also, it would be surreal watching House talk to an elf, Chase added with amusement. 'I… well, something happened when you threw me out the first time.'

Wilson turned to House, like a mother scolding him. 'You threw Chase out of your office?' Chase was surprised at seeing the concern he wanted Wilson to get back in his own office show now. 'Why?'

'That's not the point, look,' Chase said with a palliative hand towards Wilson. 'I went somewhere.'

'Somewhere,' House yelled, having had trouble with Chase since morning. Chase smiled at the thought he was making him SUFFER.

'Anyway,' Chase said, blinking to concentrate more on the problem rather than the pleasure of annoying House. 'There's a place called Hogwarts. It's a school, and I've been there, and this wizard gave me…'

'A w…' said House, eyes glaring brightly, his mouth stuck on the 'w', purely not seeming to believe that he was about to say what he actually heard Chase say. 'You know what?' House said, more relaxed, shaking his head. 'I say we just give him his Vicodin. Here.' He spilled a few in his palm and stretched it out to Chase. 'Take them, if that's what this is all about.'

'I'm not fooling you into letting me have some of your pills,' Chase said. 'And I didn't use someone else's prescription either.'

'I know,' House said with a shrug. 'But still, I'm letting you take some. You have my permission, of course, not Cuddy's permission, nor the cops, but here.'

Chase looked as though he was about to cry, staring at House, while stubbornly refusing to glance at the pills in his hand.

'Why not, why not just let him say what he has to say?' Cameron chimed in. Chase could hear the concern and empathy in her voice, and he heard the reasonableness in Foreman's voice when he said, 'We have a few minutes to spare.' But Chase knew Foreman's rationality was clouded with empathy, too.

Chase drew out a sigh of relief slowly, then lifted his starry eyes to House.

'It has to be interesting,' House said, resignedly, plopping into a chair and hanging the cane on its back.

'Alright, I got somehow sucked into another dimension. Call it hallucination, but the bottle in your hand is proof. The Headmaster of the school gave it to me to give to you.' Chase glanced hungrily from the pill to House. 'It's not Vicodin,' he said with an insane look and in a low excited whisper. 'It's something else called Dust Brains the Headmaster enchanted to make you take them.'

House stared at him for a while, twisting his cane now slowly in his hand. Then he lifted up his chin, and opening Chase's bottle of Vicodin. 'Say this wizard of yours, the Headmaster – I assume he's a wizard, too, right? – wants to give me special pills underhandedly, but the trick is that not only do they look or taste like Vicodin, they're actually magic…' A that moment, House spilled a few pills onto his palm and slipped them into his mouth.

A chorus from Cameron, Foreman and Wilson cried, 'No!'

House looked at them with an expression of mixed pleasure and surprise. 'What, did you think Chase was actually telling the truth about a wizard?'

'No, but who knows what could actually be in those pills.'

House still gazed at them. 'You mean Chase has given me laxatives, what a cruel practical joke to play on his boss,' he said, mockingly.

'Well…' Cameron started. 'You have been sort of an ass to him this morning.'

House gave an expression of mock horror. 'You're calling me an ass?' But suddenly, there was real anger in his voice. 'Okay, that's enough nonsense out of the three of you. Get to work now!'

Wilson remained standing with his mouth open, being struck by his friend's raucous yell, too. 'Okay, I'll just…' He pointed at the door, then ran out.

Chase on the other hand was doing a dance in the corner of the room. 'He… took… the… pills,' he whispered to himself. No one heard him, but they were all staring at him with the same face Wilson had just given House.