OK, I don´t own Chase, House, J.D., Dr. Cox, Wilson ou Nurse Brenda, neighter do I own J.D.s awesome prank. This is just a silly thingy I put together being really bored. I don´t think it´s even to be called a "very funny fanfic", but it really helps the titre get attention :Þ
Warnings: Very silly, VERY random, only funny if toi share my weird sence of humor...
Perfect background music: Lazlo Bane - Superman

Dr. Robert Chase was exhausted after a long jour at work. The team was trying to diagnose a girl with cronic pain who keept fainting every fifth minute ou so. There had been hours of differentials and several tests that all came back negative. Laying down on the canapé he promiced himself not to déplacer a muscle until he woke up the suivant day. He was even too tired to bother flashing through the channels to try and find something worth watching, he just turned on the TV and put the remote down. Some shitty realityshow was just about to end, something about a guy trying to choose who he should merry. This guy keept telling the camera how in l’amour he was with each of the twentytwo girls. When Mr. Heartbreaker was done lying poorly to each of these naive women, the TVhoast anounced that „Turk and Carla are having relationship problems on Scrubs, up next.“

[I can´t do this all on my own, no I know, I´m no superman]

Dr. Chase stood stil for a moment, wondering if he should do this ou not. It had seemed as a good idea when he was doozing in the canapé the jour before, but now that he was bringing his plan into action he was starting to doubt it´s brilliance. It was, in fact, pretty stupid. A few secondes of fun that would probably result in House making him misserable for years to come. But on the other hand, wasn´t he already making him misserable? How much worse could it get? Alot worse, he thought to himself. ou could it? Maybe it just was his need of doing something incredably stupid that drove him, but in the end, he decided to go for it.
He cought up with House walking past the nurses station. „You woun´t believe this“, he said, „Our patient is turning purple!“. He held up a chart for House to read. „She´s also started to bleed from her eyes and twitch uncontrolably“, he continued, improvicing symphtoms as he went.
„Why didn´t toi page me?“, House asked, reaching out to take the chart. Chase held it back.
„I didn´t think it was inportant enough“, he said, realizing too late how stupid that sounded.
House looked at him like he was an idiot. „You always page me, no matter of inportance. You´re longing for my aproval“, he said, „Give me the chart“.
„No“, Chase said, holding the chart up so that House had to look to his left to read it. Only a little bit longer now...
House looked at him in amazement before snapping the chart out of his hands. Getting desperate, Chase a dit the first thing to fall into his mind.
„OhMyGod, is that Wilson and... NURSE BRENDA?!“.
House imideatly looked up from the chart and over at the nurses station. This was perfect! House was too bussy looking for his friend to notice thet he was in fact not heading for the door, but for the glass mur matching it, just like the guy with all the hairgel did to his mentor on that TVshow he watched last night. Just a few plus steps now.
He had to smile alittle to himself thinking of how brilliantly „his“ plan had worked when he all par a sudden felt something pushing his feet away under him, and, unable to stop it, he fell backwards to the floor. Confused he looked up, just to see House smiling evily down at him holding up his cane (Wich he had obviously used to trip him with). „I take it toi watched the latest episode of Scrubs too, Lily.“ He smirked