This chapter is told from Chase's point of view, but there are still some parts that are from other people's points of view.

Disclaimer- I do not own House or any other TV series.


Dr. Robert Chase didn't look very much like a doctor right now. He was lying, wearing only his bathing suit and sunglasses, next to the pool on a lounging chair. Though it might not have looked it from his appearance, he was deep in thought. About his old boss.

As irritating as House's planning and games could be, Chase had to admit, he was enjoying the cruise. He might actually have to bring himself to thank the man. Maybe.

While he was in the mood to admit things, he actually missed working for House. Of course he didn't miss House's abuse or covering for his addictions, but some things he did. For one, he missed the feeling of…security. When he had worked for House, he had always worked knowing that everything was not on his shoulders. If he could not make the diagnosis, if Cameron and Foreman could not make the diagnosis, then House would. Chase had known that there was no way that House would let a patient go un-diagnosed. It was his second addiction.

There was something else that Chase missed as well. He would never have dreamed in a million years that he would actually miss this part of his old job. Chase had always said that House's constant sarcasm and witty jokes annoyed him, yet now he found himself missing them. He had also discovered that his own comebacks had been severely lacking since House had fired him. At first he believed that it was merely because of the dramatic change, but now he was beginning to believe that he had actually used many of House's witty remarks when speaking to others. He would never admit it. Never.

Suddenly, a high pitched shriek interrupted his musings. "Oh my god! Danny? Wake up Danny!" Chase glanced over to see a very distraught looking woman performing what looked to be a bad attempt at CPR on a boy of about 14. For one, she wasn't doing mouth to mouth, and for two, she was performing CPR on the wrong side of his chest. Idiotic woman, she was going to kill him!

"STOP!" Chase yelled, while running over to help. The woman, who was obviously Danny's mother, didn't stop. "You're doing it wrong, I am a doctor, now move!" Chase said loudly. After that Danny's mother quickly moved aside. Chase replaced her and began to perform CPR correctly. After the boy had spit up a good deal of water, and after about a minute of performing CPR, Danny started to come to. As he tried to sit up, Chase pushed him back down. "Danny, I need you to relax, and focus on breathing evenly." Chase instructed. "Someone call the medical emergency number, and tell them that there was a near-drowning, and the patient is now stabilized, but needs to be monitored."

Chase sat back, and took a deep breath. "You saved my son, oh my god, he almost died, you saved him! Thank you! How can I ever repay you?" Danny's mother than burst into hysterical sobs.

"Mom, I'm perfectly fine, calm down, no need to be melodramatic." Sarcasm laced the teen's voice.

Chase looked down at the kid who was at least following his instructions. His faced showed mixed expressions of exasperation, annoyance, and shock. "Actually, your mother has every right to be upset, you almost died." Chase let this fact sink in before continuing. "You will need to stay overnight in the first and aid and emergency medical facility." Danny's face registered shock at his words, then remorse.

"Sorry, mom." He said guiltily.

One of the observers suddenly jumped in. "So, you are a doctor?" She asked, addressing Chase.

"Yep, I'm here on vacation with some of the other doctors at the hospital that I work at."

"Really?! Could I have you all's room numbers, you know, in case…something happens." Chase hesitated. People often go crazy, and think that they are dieing when they were just tired, or sunburned. But what if something really bad happened? He knew that many of the onboard medics and doctors were overworked, and under qualified to handle a real disaster. It was his job. He reluctantly told her his, Foreman's, and Cameron's room number. As an after thought, he also gave her House's room number. He was sure to mention House's esteemed reputation, and avoid all mention of his personality. He grinned at his way of getting back at his former boss.

When he saw every person who had been present at the little drowning scene write the room numbers down though, he wondered if he would regret doing this.

All thoughts of regret were suddenly pushed from his mind as the onboard medics arrived to take Danny to the infirmary. He informed them of the situation. "Caucasian male, age…"

"Fourteen," supplied Danny's mother who had calmed down a bit, but was still shaky and nervous.

"Was under water for five minutes, and lost consciousness, I performed CPR, he regained consciousness, and has now been stable for…" Chase glanced at his watch, "Seven minutes."

As one of the medics examined the boy, he asked, "You a doctor sir?"


"Thank the Lord you were here, this kid would have died otherwise." The medic said. At this news, Danny's mom broke out into sobs again, and everyone else looked generally impressed.


As Chase walked back to his room, he thought over what had just happened. He had saved the kids life, without a doubt. He had saved other people's lives as well. Hundreds of people's lives.

But recently, all he had done was save lives that almost any other doctor could have saved, and the fact the he just happened to be the one was not all that impressive.

He recalled when he had worked with House, and had figured out that a little girl was allergic to light when House had been detoxing and made the wrong diagnosis. It was one of the only times that the man had done so.

Chase remembered how good it had felt, even after House had socked him for his troubles. He had saved the girl's life. But this time, he had not done so by doing standard procedures, things that any doctor could do, he had figured out what other doctors couldn't. Without him the girl would have died.

As Chase recalled this, he briefly wondered if that feeling of ecstasy was how House felt all the time. But that was impossible. If House always felt the high that Chase had, there was no way that he would be as miserable as he is.

Just as Chase made his last conclusion, he reached his room. Attached to his door was a handwritten note. Go to First Aid and Emergency Medical treatment room. Hurry. –Your Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman.

It was written in House's handwriting.