Disclaimer: Don't own.

A/N: Okay, so I feel bad for making Chase miserable for the past two chapters. So now this is a happy chapter. It is, also, the last chapter in this particular story. I'm thinking possibly a sequel. But first I want to finish a story I started a long, long, long time ago called Chase's Secret. It is hiding way, way back in the archives of the Chase, In-progress section and I've written the few chapters already. It is going to be very angst-y but it will still be somewhat realistic. Right now it's not a slash, but we will see. Anyway, I'm going to stop pimping out my other stories and get to the last chapter. (Makes sad face.) (PS I wasn't able to do anything mean to Cameron here so I'm thinking an oneshot deathfic… bring on the crazy psycho killers… anyone with me?) (Makes happy face.)

The next morning Chase woke up with a killer hangover. He groaned and stumbled out of bed making his way across his room. The only thing that worked to wake him up was putting his alarm clock on the other side of his room and setting the volume on full blast. He rubbed his eyes after turning his alarm off (well actually he unplugged it and hurled it on his bed. Same diff.) He padded his way into his bathroom and started the shower; cranking the heat up as hot as it would go.

He stripped and slid under the boiling water, but kept the water pressure low. It pounded down onto his shoulders glided across the rest of his smooth tight body. The scalding water seemed to follow every curve and outline of Chase's being that House or Cameron had touched. It started at the spot right behind his earlobe then effortlessly dripped down his neck; there it either went down his back in the crease of his shivering spine, over the tight hump in his back and then finally coated the back of his well-defined calf muscles. For the water that took the front trip it slipped down his chest (right down the middle) then detoured at his washboard abs trickling either down the right or left side before joining together at a point where Chase really didn't want to think of House or Cameron touching… (As he thought of all the places he let House and Cameron explore he was getting closer and closer to the edge of breaking down thinking neither would ever "settle down" on him after their explorations.) Then just like on his back, the water would coat the front of his legs and migrate between his thighs so his legs were completely drenched. Lastly it squished between his toes before swirling the drain.

Chase was close to losing it he blasted the pressure and let it burn onto his leaking eyes until the only water hitting his cheeks came out of the shower head.

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Chase arrived at work with his head still throbbing and the strap of his messenger bag cutting into his shoulder blade. Thankfully, he was able to make it through the entire day without exchanging anymore words besides a simple and polite "hello" or "excuse me" when the unfortunate event occurred of them bumping into one another with House or Cameron. Chase excitedly packed up his things after a long hard day at the clinic prescribing cough medication and getting thrown up on by stomach flu-ridden children. He was exhausted and couldn't wait to curl up with a glass a wine and a good book to forget his sorrows in a slightly healthier way.

And then Cuddy caught House trying to sneak out…

Chase wished House was a lot better at sneaking out.

But, then again, he was because he was able to pone off the patient's file onto his employees and sneak home to do god only knows what as the team's work day increased dramatically.

House's orders were stupid. And Chase decided that taking crap from Forman and Cameron all night was not something he wanted to do so he left. Quite happily, in fact.

It wasn't the first time Chase had walked out when he had been frustrated or overwhelmed. (Cue yet another bad coping technique.) Then when he got home he did just what he was planning on doing: hunkering down in front of an angry fire with a Sci-Fi novel about aliens invading earth and three or four glasses of red wine.

The next morning Chase knew that he couldn't come into work empty handed. So his picked up the patients test results and proudly (yet nonchalantly) handed them over to House, becoming very pleased with the effect it had on House and his fellow House's bitches. It was as if the whole thing had just blown over with House, and that was a very good thing. It seemed as if Chase's mind was now he was free to focus on Cameron.

His attempts to win Cameron over during that case had failed to say the least. But he was still determined to try to win her "back". So, after the case was solved Chase did some successful sneaking of his own as he snuck off to call the local florist.

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Chase got home after giving Cameron the flowers to find House leaning up against his front door playing with a yo-yo.

"House?" Chase question stepping off the elevator mid-way through searching his bag for his keys, "What are you doing here?"

House continued to yo-yo while pondering his answer.

Chase stood patiently knowing House as a thinker but at the same time he wanted desperately to find out why he was here.

"Do you really want this," House asked, his head still down watching the bright blue yo-yo sink and rise in his control.

"Wha- what do you mean" Chase stuttered crossing his arms defensively.

"Us, this, do you still want it?" House raised his head to look Chase in the eye.

Chase was absolutely floored.

It was House who had shot Chase down twice. It was House who forced Cameron and him to work together searching the little girl's home. It was House who never opened up. It was House who everyone said had a crush on Cuddy. It was House who was standing before him? That made no sense! It was over, it was done. He had gotten over House the only person in his mind right now was Cameron, Cam-er-on. C-A-M-E-R-O-N! She was the reason he was heart-broken not House. No, definitely not House.

But then he looked into House's yo-yo colored eyes and could not stop think about him. And it was like with just one look she had varnished and Chase had no idea what to do. He could sense Cameron coming around. After all, she said that she didn't want a relationship not that she didn't have feelings. Forman was right. Forman was right! That meant there was still a chance with Cameron.

But the way House was looking at him made him not want Cameron anymore. It made him reject all the C positive blood cells and filled him up with H positive. It was done so fast. With just that look House was giving him. It had never happened so fast. It just hit him all at once. He didn't need to obsess to become obsessed about House. It just happened. Boom!

"So…?" House asked.

Chase had his answer. But he needed to clear something up first. "What about you and Cuddy?" He spoke so softly that the only way House could understand what he was saying was by the tone of Chase's voice and sadness creeping into his eyes.

House cleared his throat. "I do this thing, when I'm trying to forget about something… or someone… I try to focus on other things… or people… so I don't have to deal with what I don't want to,"

Chase stared at House intently for a few moments before answering his question with a kiss.

And done! (Makes sad/happy face.)