False Appearances

Chapter one: A Bad Day

This first chapter takes place during the episode: The Mistake, in the second season. I just came up with this idea and this seemed to fit in perfectly. I have wanted Chase to break in an episode or something, so I did it in this. I have a fear that everyone is going to be thinking that I am obsessed with Jesse Spencer/Chase. I am not…I just like fan fiction and House. I hope you enjoy, the rest! This chapter is depressing, but it gets better.

Chase walked out of the clinic, after prescribing a stronger antacid to Kayla. He could not believe what he had just heard. His father had died of lung cancer. He thoughts were going wild. "This can't be happening. He is not dead. Your stepmother, Anne, is just messing with your head. No, she would not do that. He's dead…"

House watched Chase with interest as he sat in the conference room. Chase looked depressed and was distracted, or else he would have said something about being called British. Chase suddenly shot up from his seat; he had just realized something that Kayla may have meant to say. "Oh bullocks!"

Chase was already out the door and halfway down the hall, when Cameron asked the question that was on everyone's mind. "What's wrong?"

He was too late. Kayla came into the ER throwing up blood, had bleeding ulcer, and needed to get to surgery for a perforated ulcer. "How had he missed it? Did she have diarrhea or blood in the stool? Why hadn't he just asked? This day was getting worse by the second."

Forman and Cameron were running tests, when Chase walked into the lab. Cameron gave him a look of disgust as he walked in. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Good, I can get back to work then."

"Its just…karma. What do you expect for not ever caring about your patients?"

"Cameron, I'm trying everything I can to save this woman. What more do you want? Or are you just going to keep blaming me for everything else that goes wrong?"

"Hey, don't bring that up! That was a mistake." Chase rolled his eyes. They had already been over this. Chase just shook his head and walked into the other part of the lab. He had bigger things on his mind, than worrying about Cameron.

Later when he was getting the test results, Chase could tell that Cameron was going to take it out on him again. Before Cameron could speak, Chase cut her off. "Sod off Cameron."

"Hey being a jerk is going to help you. Wait, you are always a jerk."

Chase could not take it anymore and lost it. "Will you shut up already? I get that you hate me. You have already established that! I am sorry that we ever slept together, but it takes two to have sex. Take some off the blame on yourself. Next time you feel like experimenting with drugs and have a sex craze DON"T CALL ME!! So, can you just SOD OFF for five minuets?!" He walked out of the lab and down the hall, as Cameron and Foreman stared at him. He never yelled like that. As Chase walked, his thoughts controlled him…again. "This day is getting worse by the second. I can't take much more of this."

Chase went to the conference room to pick up his jacket and messenger bag. As he was leaving, Cameron blocked the door trapping him. "If you want an apology, go bother someone else."

"I don't. I want to apologize to you."

"To me?"

"It's just I've been a bitch to you since we…"

"...Since we slept together, Cameron."

"Yeah, since we slept together. I am sorry about that. I just want things to go back to the way they were before. Can we be friends?"

"Sure, Cameron." Cameron moved out of Chase's way letting him leave. Chase did not care what Cameron was saying. He just wanted to get away from the hospital and go home.

When Chase got home, finally coming to terms with his father's death. Chase threw his messenger bag and jacket on the futon, in the living room. In a sudden impulse, Chase punched the wall. It did not cause any damage, but Chase knew that his hand would hurt later. Chase grabbed the phone and went into the kitchen.

Chase's colleagues thought he was an only child. This however it was not true. Robert had one sibling, his sister, Doctor Jessica Chase. Jessica had also gone to medical school, but had become a thoracic surgeon. Jessica was slender, the same height as her brother, but had darker hair, almost to the point of light brown with blonde highlights. However, they did have the same colored blue eyes.

Chase dialed the phone number and was looking through his fridge when Jess picked up the phone. "Hello."

"Jess, it's me."

"Rob, how are you holding up?"

"Fine."

"Lair."

"Why did you ask, if you already knew the answer?"

"It helps me tell your mood."

"Did I wake you up?"

"No, I got the day off. What are you doing?"

"I just realized, that I have no food in my fridge."

"What's in there?"

"Two beers, a couple of eggs, cheese, and a bag of salad." Chase closed the fridge door and moved over to the counter.

"Useful. Knowing you, food doesn't matter to you right now."

"Did you know that I was going to call?"

"Of course Robert, your my brother."

Chase sank down to the floor and felt tears coming to his eyes. "Why didn't he tell us he was dying? I mean were his kids. Even if we weren't close to him, we deserved the right to know." The tears were now streaming down his face. Crying had never been a natural thing for Chase to do. Chase had not cried since…well since his mother's funeral.

If Jess were sitting next to Robert, she would have wrapped her arms around him. "I don't know Robert. I really do not know. The only person, who knew was Anne. I wished he had told us, or tried to talk to us about it." Jess felt a few tears falling from her eyes as well.

They spent the next hour and half talking. Finally, Jessica hung up the phone telling her brother to get some sleep. Chase knew that he sister was right. He went to his room and collapsed on the bed, falling asleep right away.