This story is dedicated to 2 of my friends who helped me think up the idea!
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Oh No! Chase sat up in bed and dug his head in his hands. He had slept in. Stupid alarm clock! He thought, looking at the unit sitting on his bedside table with 9:17 am glaring at him. He swiveled around to get out of bed, only then realizing a rather large headache, which reminded him of the wild night he had endured. All he could remember from it was way too much alcohol, a few doctors and nurses from work over at his house, a bottle on the floor and a ginger haired nurse lying on the other side of his bed.
He stood up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a glass out of the cupboard, filling it with water and grabbing the first pain killer out of the cupboard he could find. The only thing good about drunken action with colleagues it was dropped pretty quickly, plus the people at work didn't really care because it seemed to happen a lot in the hospital, especially between the nurses and doctors with marriage woes.
9:17, usually I'm at work by now. Chase pondered after taking the pain killer and waking up the nurse in his bead and waking her up. She also clasped her hands to her head so Chase grabbed her a glass of water and a painkiller as well.
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9:40 am Chase had run up from his car in the car park after finally coming to terms with how late he was. He had also given the nurse a ride to work. The drive had been very silent and awkward as you would expect.
"You're late," House said as Chase opened the door to the conference room. His cheeks were slightly pink from the run, but his head was still throbbing.
"When Foreman was late you didn't care," Chase muttered.
"Cuddy gets all snippy when I bag Foreman, but you, especially when you hung-over, she lets me go for broke!" House said excitedly, walking over to the sink side of the whiteboard where Chase stood, making himself a coffee.
Cameron sat at the table with her laptop watching all the action in silence from behind the screen. "Why were you late?" Cameron said, breaking her silence.
"Now you're having a go at me too?" Chase said, in disbelief.
"Yeah Cameron, give him a break. He has the worst hangover any of us have had since you did after you guys slept together last time, plus he has a nice scratch on his neck from a rough night of drunken sex," House answered. Cameron's frown turned into a grin.
"How do you know?" Foreman said, for some reason puzzled at House's revelation, although he was usually right.
"Its blatant obvious, plus, Wilson told me because, if you recall, he was there last night," House answered.
Chase walked over to a chair at the table and grabbed a pen and a magazine out of his bag to do a crossword and try and divert all the attention from him.
"You know, Wilson also told me you weren't the only one getting in the action," House said, smirking at Foreman who looked back at House, with a look of denial. "But Wilson also said you weren't drunk," House added. An awkward silence followed, with all four doctors avoiding each others' eyes. This silence was stopped by none other than…
"Doctor Cuddy, gosh you're looking wonderful today," House said cheerfully.
"Thank you Doctor House, and I bet you know perfectly why I'm here," Cuddy said, with a put on smile.
"I most certainly do," House said, "Can you please leave then, as this is starting to show the signs of a pointless conversation,"
"You were meant to be in the clinic over half and hour ago,"
"I'm sorry, but I had to keep an eye out for one of my rebellious children who was 40 minutes late after getting in the action last night."
Cameron looked up from her laptop and glared at Chase, who when he saw this almost jumped in fright.
"Well, that is all very nice, but it still doesn't solve the fact that because of you not going to the clinic, I am going to have to strip you of any overtime for this month and double your clinic hours for the next two weeks," Not waiting for a response, Cuddy turned and walked out. House's jaw was just about hitting the floor in frustration.
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The three ducklings sat in the lab, each of them doing their own think. Cameron looked down a microscope at a sample of blood from one of her clinic patients. Foreman was testing their current patient's blood and Chase was looking at a slide of the patients with curiosity.
"I need to go to the clinic," Foreman said, getting up and leaving Cameron and Chase in the room.
The two of them continued what they were doing for a while and continued what they were doing before Cameron broke the silence.
"Did last night mean anything to you, or was in just another drunk, one night stand?"
Chase looked up surprised at this question, giving Cameron a 'what do you mean?' look.
"I mean, did you feel anything emotionally?" Cameron said rephrasing her question.
"Why?" was the only answer chase could think up.
"Just wondering," Cameron said, "must have been good if it got rough enough for you to get a scratch."
Another awkward moment followed, "Why didn't you come last night?" Chase asked, as he had invited her.
"I don't find it fun anymore to watch well-behaved adults get drunk and tempted by other adults of the opposite sex," Cameron said, shocking Chase with an answer he apparently wasn't expecting.
After a while, Foreman returned, chucking Cameron and Chase a chocolate bar he had got from a vending machine each.
"Thanks," they both muttered in reply.
Cameron got up and left after she had finished it and left the boys to themselves. "How's your head?" Foreman asked Chase grinning.
"House was right about it being a bloody bad hangover," Chase said in a more Aussie than usual accent. Foreman laughed as he was not expecting such a light hearted answer.
"Did you have fun?" Chase added.
"Let's just say it's now something I want to be doing that often," Foreman replied, still smiling.
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Chase and Cameron sat in the conference room, again alone without saying a word to each other for a long time.
"Do you still like House?" Chase asked suddenly. Cameron just looked up and gave Chase a really angry, annoyed look.
"Have you ever had the feeling that you like someone and they don't like you?" Cameron replied. Chase assumed this to be a signal to leave the topic alone and left the topic to gather dust for a while. Only Cameron knows that not that she still liked House, she liked Chase.
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