Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, otherwise I'd have House (and Wilson and Chase would be in my closet!)
Spoilers: ACT YOUR AGE spoilers if you haven't seen it (I'm not sure I got the quotes right thought)
Content Warning: None…right now…
Summary: This is what I imagined happened after Cameron saw the flowers and Chase left her standing there, with a smile on her lips.
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He put the flowers on top of her locker, with the handwritten note stating they were Not stolen. He wanted to see her when she saw them, so he intentionally took his time getting ready to go home for the night.
He wanted more from her. She didn't want to give it. To her, it was all about the sex. As he hung his lab coat in his locker, he softly giggled at that. To him, it should have been the other way around. HE should have had it to be all about the sex and SHE should have fallen in love with him and wanted more. If nothing else, Alison Cameron was not your typical woman.
He wasn't sure when he fell in love with her. He just knew that he was. He knew it when that photographer showed him the picture of her that had been developed. He almost didn't take it, but at the urging of the patient, who saw him 'glow' as looked at the picture, he did.
He stared at it now, wondering how someone who could easily attach themselves to patients she had only known for two seconds, but not attach herself to him. He had posed the question earlier, but she failed to give an answer. Not because she didn't have one, but that bloody eight-year-old barreled right at him, biting him so hard on his forearm, he was surprised that the kids hadn't gnawed it off straight to the bone.
When she walked in, the only thing that sprung to his mind was Byron's poem, She walks in beauty like the night, Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of darkness and bright, Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
He heard her softly sigh as she saw the flowers. She looked at him. "This doesn't mean I want a relationship with you."
He leaned against his locker, digging both hands deep in his trouser pockets. "Yeah, I know. I also know you like flowers." He smiled. He secretly hoped she could see how much he loved her.
She smiled back and he looked deep at her, wanting to see if she felt the same, but she was good at hiding her eyes. "They're lovely."
He simply smiled and left, leaving her staring contently at the flowers, blissfully unaware she held his heart in her hands.
"Chase?"
He stopped. He expected a lot of things, but he didn't expect this. He faced her. "Yeah?"
"Wanna grab a cup of coffee?"
