Summary: When House meets the new boy at school, he can tell that something isn't quite right. AU.
Rating: T
Pairings: Eventual HouseChase, SLASH
Characters: Teenage R. Chase, Teenage G. House
Status: In progress
Trigger Warnings: Child abuse.

Little Catholic Boy

Chapter One

"Excuse me, could you direct me to room 512?" a soft, accented voice called from behind Gregory House and James Wilson. The pair turned, eyes landing in a tanned blonde. His hair was near white, long, the ends neatly tucked into his neck. His eyes caught House's attention the most. They were ocean blue, matching his hair perfectly, shimmering with an emotion that House couldn't quite place. The boy was beautiful in House's eyes. James studied his friend for a moment, recognizing the signs of a crush starting to form in his eyes, before turning back to the new guy.

"Of course." James smiled at him. Blondie smiled back nervously, softly, showing off his straight, white teeth.

"Thank you! I've been looking for it for five minutes." He thanked softly. The softness of the boy's voice made House intrigued. He grabbed the kid's schedule from his hands, trying to ignore the flinch he got in return, and the fading bruise on his wrist.

"Robert Matthew Chase." He read. "What sort of name is that?" House mumbled rudely. Robert's smile flattered slightly. James hit House on the shoulder, and smiled apologetically at Robert.

"Don't mind him, I'm James by the way, and he's Greg." James introduced himself and his friend.

"House. I'm House. Don't call me Greg." House interrupted, continuing the read through Robert's schedule. "We have all of our classes together. Follow us, British boy." House told the other two, shoving the piece of paper back into Robert's hands and making his way to their Health class, James and Robert following behind.

"I'm Australian actually…" Robert clarified softly, following the helpful pair down the corridor.

HOUSEMD

"Okay, everyone, we have a new student with us today." The Health teacher, Mr Turner, told the class, gesturing towards Robert beside him. "Robert, why don't you tell us about yourself?" Robert felt a blush creep up his neck onto his cheeks as the class turned to stare at him. He hated people staring at him.

"Um, my name is Robert Chase, I'm 16, and I'm on an exchange from Melbourne in Australia." He stuttered shyly. House couldn't stop the small that graced his lips at the kid's shyness. Robert was a year younger than the rest of the year, he must be pretty smart. He felt James nudge his shoulder.

"You like him!" he whispered, grinning at his friend. House's face turned to stone again.

"Do not." He mumbled back, before turning back to Robert, who was fumbling over his words nervously, trying to answer questions from the rest of the class, before Mr Tuner took pity on him, telling him to take a sit by House.

"Smooth." House whispered the Aussie, who stared at the desk, cheeks burning.

"Okay." the teacher begun. "Today, we will be learning how to have safe sex." The class groaned, having done this lesson multiple times before. House noticed Robert pale slightly, and nudged his shoulder.

"You alright?" he whispered. Robert swallowed, eyes darting between House and the desk nervously.

"I – uh… I can't do this lesson." He stuttered, running a hand through his hair.

"Why not? It's just sex ed. We've done it a thousand times before." House asked curiously. He wasn't ready for Robert to start trembling slightly as a cartoon drawing of a penis came onto the smartboard. House motioned for Mr Turner to come over to them as the rest of the class began to chat.

"What's up, Greg?" Mr Turner asked.

"Something's wrong with him." House motioned to the new kid, who was staring at his shaking hands.

"Robert? What's up?" the teacher asked, concerned.

"I was told I wouldn't get this lesson." Robert whispered, accent soft. "Intercourse before marriage is a sin. The priest shows you how to protect yourself the day before marriage." He recited softly, trying to keep his hands steady.

"Uh…" Mr Turner was stunned, not knowing what to do.

'So you are very religious…interesting.' House thought to himself.

"Everyone gets this lesson, Robert. We have to teach it to you." Mr Tuner explained gently, trying to keep the boy calm. Robert shook his head slowly, his breath shallowing.

"Sir, please." Robert pleaded softly, raising his head to look at his teacher. "I apologise for being rude, but, please. My priest teaches me this, not you." House could tell that the blonde was working his way into a panic attack.

"Sir, I've sat through this loads of times, how about I take him outside for the period?" House suggested, not sure why he was being so nice. Mr Turner nodded.

"Good idea, Greg." House grabbed his and Robert's bag quickly, before taking hold of the panicking boy's arm, and dragging him out the bleachers at the football field. House stared at the Australian as he continued to freak out over nothing.

"You know God isn't real, right?" House told him, bored of waiting. Robert's head snapped up.

"I like to believe He is." He whispered.

"Science can prove – "

"I know what science proves. I'm not an idiot." Robert interrupts hotly. "Despite what my father thinks." He added quietly as an afterthought. House blinked.

"What does your father think?" Robert's eyes widened slightly, not realising that he had said it out loud.

"Nothing." He looked around suddenly, looking confused. "Why are we out here?" he asked softly. House's eyes narrowed. He didn't remember?

"You were basically crying when a dick came onto the board, so Mr Turner said we could stay out here until the end of the period." The older boy explained, holding back a smirk when Robert blushed at 'dick'.

"Oh." Robert played with his fingers awkwardly, not knowing what to say to the older student. House seemed to pick up on the awkwardness, and decided to make the first move.

"So, Christian?" House asked. The new guy puzzled him, he was interesting, and House planned on using this free time to learn as much as he could about him. Robert flicked his eyes up him.

"Catholic." He clarified, his hand going into his pocket, and pulling out rosary beads, playing with them mindlessly. "I was in seminary school back in Oz, before we moved here."

"How come you came here, instead of a Catholic school?" Robert shrugged.

"My father enrolled me here instead. I didn't question it. I think it's because it is closer to our home." He explained softly, his eyes closing at mention of Australia.

"So you've never had sex?" House asked, grinning inwardly when the boy's eyes snapped open again.

"No! Of course not!"

"Masturbated? Surely masturbation isn't a sin." Robert turned a dark shade of red.

"It's n-not a sin." He stuttered, confused about where this conversation was going. "But it is frowned upon by the church."

"Have you…" House made an action with his hand, causing the innocent Catholic boy to turn a strange colour.

"Why are you asking me this?" he avoided the question, clearing his throat.

"Answer the question." House shot back. "It's normal, y'know. Everyone does it."

"No, I've not. Sexual stimulation should be caused by a partner, not yourself." Robert recited, causing House to tilt his head and move closer to the foreigner. Robert swallowed nervously as House put their faces together, noses almost touching. He recognized the look of lust that flickered in the young boy's eyes for a moment.

"I like you." He told him, his breath hot on Robert's face. "You are interesting." He sat back, enjoying his line of questioning. "Out of curiosity, what do you do when you get hard?" House was genuinely curious; he had never met someone so invested into his or her religion, as this kid seemed to be. He watched with curiosity as Robert kissed the cross on his beads before putting them back into his pocket.

"Just…wait it out, I guess." Robert told him softly. "Go for a cold shower, that sorta stuff. It hasn't happened that much anyways." He ran a hand through his hair. "Can we talk about something else now, please?"

HOUSEMD

The rest of the school day went past quickly for Robert. He was in all of his classes with House, but only two with James, so he spent the day following House around, and sitting by him in classes. The two older boys added their numbers to Robert's cell phone before going their separate ways home. Robert decided to stop off at the Catholic Church quickly on his walk home, needing to go to the confession booth. Since he had first laid eyes on House, he had been having unnatural thoughts; he needed someone to tell him it was okay. He sat in the booth, whispering a small prayer as he waited for the priest to take his seat in the chair opposite him.

"Father, I have been having lustful thoughts today." He said softly, the moment the priest took his seat. Thankfully, this church was a more…modern place of worship; a lot more understanding than other churches in the country.

"You are only young, son. The older you become, it will be easier for you to control these thoughts." The priest told him in a gentle voice. Robert thought this over for a moment.

"They were about another male, Father." He confessed nervously. "Does this mean I'm gay? Will I go to Hell?" Robert didn't want to be condemned to Hell, he wanted to go to Heaven.

"Despite what many people think, being a homosexual doesn't mean you will go to Hell. God loves everybody, He has already forgiven you for your lustful thoughts, and loves you no matter what your sexuality."

"I have never had thoughts about doing sexual things with a girl, nor have I ever wanted to be with a girl, Father. This boy is the first person I have thought about…doing things with. Will I be sinning if I do sexual things with him before marriage?" Robert didn't even know if House was into guys, let alone him, but he needed to know if he could even think about acting on his thoughts.

"As long as everything as everything is consensual, and performed safely, you can do anything with another male before marriage." The priest explained. Robert gasped softly.

"But…what about sex? Sex before marriage is a sin."

"Son, it is okay to have sex before marriage, as long as you do not try to hide your sin from God." Robert was quiet for a moment, before thanking the priest and quickly making his way back home. He was already late back.

HOUSEMD

"Where have you been, boy?" Robert's father, Rowan, yelled as Robert stepped inside their new home. Robert started at the ground.

"I'm sorry I'm late, sir. I stopped by the church on the way home." He explained softly, although he knew his father wouldn't care.

"Why, Robert? Have you been sinning?" his father smirked. "You know what happens to naughty boys who sin?" Robert nodded. "Well?"

"They get punished, sir."

"Do you need punishing, Robert?" Rowan asked menacingly. Robert swallowed.

"Yes, sir." Robert gasped as his father suddenly wrapped his hands around his neck, cutting off his air. He struggled against his father's gripped, gasping for air as he started to see dots across his vision. His father suddenly loosened his grip, dropping his son to the floor, and proceeded to kick him in the stomach.

"I do not allow sinners in my family, boy!" Robert tried to curl in on himself, tears leaking out of his tightly closed eyes. "I have not raised you to be a fucking sinner!" Rowan continued to beat his son until the young boy lost consciousness due to the pain.

It was 3 hours later when Robert regained consciousness. He moaned, aching everywhere. He opened his eyes, blinking sluggishly, realizing that he was still on the floor by the stairs. His father must have just left him there. Robert was suddenly staring at a pair of shoes.

"Get up. NOW!" Rowan demanded. Robert stood as quickly as he could, blinking quickly as he became dizzy. "Have you learnt your lesson?"

"Yes, sir." Robert croaked, throat hurting from the strangulation.

"Since you were an hour late home, and stayed asleep of three hours after your punishment, you are not allowed home for four days and nights. Understood?"

"Can I get some clothes first?" Robert asked, not surprised by the punishment. It had happened before back in Oz multiple times. Rowan glared.

"No, get out." Rowan grabbed his son's shirt, and threw him out the front door.