Two

House woke up to a feeling of something cool and slightly wet on his forehead. He opened his eyes groggily.

There was Chase, holding a wet cloth to his forehead, looking flustered and concerned. Just then House realized how sexy Chase looked… and than his head was lying in the young man's lap.

"You're awake." Chase said simply. "I thought…"

"You thought you could become a widower and get all of your new late husband's money." House answered sharply, sitting up and hitting Chase's hand away from his face. He still couldn't believe what he'd gotten himself into.

Chase looked at House sadly.

"Why are you here?" asked House, not wanting to look at Chase with his goddamn puppy dog eyes.

"We're married. Why shouldn't I be here?"

"Why?! You saw I was drunk and high as hell and you still dragged me to that effing chapel! I don't want to be married! Especially NOT TO YOU! I don't even LIKE you!" yelled House, loosing his temper. Bloody leg was hurting again.

Chase looked as if House slapped him. He slowly got up from the floor and looked at his, well… husband.

"You were the one who proposed to me. I was drunk, too. I tried telling you it was a bad idea. You didn't listen. We were out of out minds. But House…" he looked House straight in the eyes. "I need your help."

House could have made a double take.

"YOU are ASKING ME for HELP? After all you've done to me?"

"I didn't do anything! Look, House… My apartment block caught fire while we were in Vegas. I came back to find my apartment completely burnt out. I… I have no one here in the States… I need a place to stay. Please. At least until the renovation's finished. And then, I promise, we'll get an annulment." He said shakily, waiting for the storm.

"Was that a desperate attempt at blackmail?" asked House quietly, his voice shaking from some kind of emotion. Chase couldn't quite place it.

Robert looked down, almost ready to cry. Now he had to stay at some hotel. And the nearest was 100 miles away from the hospital.

House immediately felt a prickle of guilt, he'd always had a soft spot for the blonde. He sighed, knowing he couldn't say no, even if he wanted to.

Chase shook his head, muttered something resembling "stupid idiot", he turned around and went for the door, taking the huge suitcase with him.

"It worked. You can stay."