EDITED: I have reworte some of this chapter because i wasnt happy with the lack of explination. Its not dramaticly different so you do not have to re read if you dont want.
I know it has been a long time but i am currently writing a third chapter aswell, so keep checking back thanks.
Chase/Cameron angst, you have been warned.
My Happy Ending.
I've always been a dreamer, ever since I was a little girl. My mother said I was just young and naïve and I'd soon grow out of it and realise what was real life and was a fairytale could never be the same thing, and that I couldn't fix everyone no matter how hard I tired. but of course I've always wanted to find my prince charming and live happily ever after in a palace in a kingdom far away. or even just a nice detached house in the suburbs. I never dreamed of having it all end like this.
It was just a normal day, isn't that how these kinds of things start? on an ordinary day where everything the same as last week and the week before, and there's nothing what so ever to indicate that this will be the last ordinary day you'll be seeing for a while. but its not an ordinary day is it? it's the day everything changed, the day it all started, the day chase kissed me, and the day I kissed him back.
"What are we doing?" I gasped, struggling to catch my breath. I was at work, walking along a deserted corridor when it happened. Chase grabbed me from behind and pushed me through the nearest door, which just happened to be a supply closet. Oh how clichéd, two co-workers making out in a supply closet. Chase pinned me to the wall as we kissed and moaned and grasped and scratched and fumbled. And I didn't even have time to think before we were ripping clothing off one another.
"What if… why are you doing this.." I struggled to suppress a moan as chase nibbled at my neck.
"Please…Cameron.." Chase moaned his teeth still nipping at my neck. "I need you.." I lost track of how long we were in there but I was sure we'd made enough noise to wake the whole hospital. I Leaned my head against his as we gasped and I tried to steady my breathing enough to talk.
"Jesus" Chase moaned, "Cameron, thank you..." I couldn't help smiling. Especially when Chase suggested we go back to his place.
"Care to explain?" I asked as we pulled up outside Chase's building. The car journy had been faily silent, Chase was muttiering something about bad drivers in america, so i sat in silent confusing, trying to make sence of what just happened.
"huh?" Chase asked, confusion evident on his face. I rolled my eyes.
"Whats this all about Chase? you just grabbed me and screwed my brains out in a closet less than 10 minuets ago without so much as a 'i like you' or 'lets go on a date.' and now... now were stood outside your door and i think we both know whats going to happen when we reach the other side... Im a little confused to say the least..."
Chase struggled with his words for a moment before shurgging. "i just watched a three year old die.. lifes too short.. and i think your hot..."
I didnt know weather to laugh or cry.
So that was how it all started, a sordid affair with my co-worker. It was just sex, harmless, meaningless, yet undeniably great, sex. And I wondered how long it could go on, my dirty little secret. My clothing hiding my bruises, from hands pinning my wrists to the bed and grasping tightly on my hips. Yeah, it seems strange that someone like me, a good girl, a doctor, would enjoy being bitten and scratched, and pinned to the bed. but I liked it, and so did chase, so we would both come into work, sore and drugged up on sex and pretend that we weren't screaming each others names in ecstasy the night before.
And then, about three months later, it happened.
If I wasn't late then maybe House wouldn't have noticed, and maybe it would be different now. But I was late, hair un-brushed, and dark circles under my eyes I waked in to the conference room and sat down next to Foreman. House and Cuddy were arguing so they didn't notice me at first.
"You ok?" Chase mouthed at me, as foreman went to get me some coffee.
"I got sick" I said quietly, "this morning"
Chase looked at me with concern, "was it because of, you know, last night?" he was barely audible over houses insistent pleas that he hadn't called his patient "a lazy little fat boy who would die if he didn't get off his ass and do something with his so called life"
I looked at House and Cuddy, then Foreman, then said to Chase
"Last night was amazing, don't worry, I'll be fine" the night before we had been a little bit drunk. But I wasn't hung over. And that's not why I was sick.
"I'll talk to you at lunch then" Chase said as Foreman handed me a coffee,
"Thanks" I said.
"Finally made it in to work then?" House's voice cut through my thoughts.
"Sorry I'm late" I muttered Sipping my coffee, happy for the caffeine now running through my blood.
"Been visiting your friendly neighbour hood drug dealer?" House quipped, "again? I thought after what happened with Chase last time you got high you would have learnt your lesson, but maybe you should do my clinic hours, you know, to get the message across"
"What?" said Cuddy "Cameron, have you been doing drugs? I can't have my staff getting high, House is bad enough"
"I've not been doing drugs" I glared at House, "I'm just a bit tired, that's all." Cuddy's features softened slightly.
"you do look a bit pale, Cameron, are you feeling ok?" Cuddy asked.
"I'm fine" I tried to smile, but I'm sure no one bought it. Cuddy studied me for a moment, "I think maybe you should get checked out anyway, just to be sure."
"I'm fine, really"
"Foreman, will you give Cameron a quick check up please? Chase you have clinic, and so do you House, no arguments! Form any of you." and with those words my secret was about to shatter into a million pieces and be scattered about the hospital for all to see. Well, kind of.
"You have a bit of a temperature," Foreman said, "Will you take off your shirt please? I want to check your breathing" I must have looked reluctant, because foreman sighed. "Come on Cameron, lets just get it over with, ok?"
I hoped I could have avoided this, and I nearly had. But I hadn't and so I slowly took my shirt off and watched as Foreman's eyes widened at all the scratches, love bites, bruises and marks on my chest.
"You can't say anything." I pleaded.
Foreman smiled, "kinky doctor Cameron"
"Shut up"
"Jesus" he laughed, "who's the lucky guy, huh? This a long term thing or what?"
"I thought you were checking my breathing Foreman?" I said in a pissed off voice.
"Oh I get it" he said, "I won't go there then"
But he did go there and I couldn't help but spill everything I worked to hard to hide away.
"Any chance you could be pregnant?" Foreman said. And if I had to pick the moment when it all fell apart at the seams, id say this was it. I burst out in tears. Foreman didn't know what to do.
"I did the test this morning" I wept. "I did two, just to be sure.."
"you're…?"
I nodded. Foreman started talking about how I should have a blood test just to be sure but I wasn't listening.
"you… you can't tell, please…"
Foreman put his hand over mine, obviously at a loss at what to do with a sobbing female co-worker, "I wont, and you'll be fine, erm.. I promise and…dont cry... i mean we can always..."
"Its Chase's baby"
Forman fell silent. The silence seemed to last forever, until he finally said, "you're sure?"
Again I nodded. "i didnt even know you two were... never mind... does he know?"
"What do you think?" I spat. Foreman looked taken aback, so I apologised.
"No, he doesn't." I sighed "and I'm not going to tell him."
I didn't love him, and I was pretty damn sure he didn't love me. That was my reasoning for what I was doing.
I was sat in the small waiting room at a clinic a few miles out of town. Half convincing myself it was the right thing to do. I couldn't bring a baby into the world with a man I didn't love. My parents hadn't loved each other. And I didn't want that for my baby. But then again. It was my baby, a part of me. But I remembered what my mother had told me, about learning the difference between fairytales, dreams and what it would really be like; the reality of my situation. But I couldn't kill a life.. Could i? So as my name was called I made my decision.I grabbed my phone from my bag searched for Chase, standing up i went to press the call button, and... passed out.
I came round in a private room at PPTH, the hospital where I worked. I opened my eyes to see Chase sat next to my bed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered. I had expected him to shout, to throw things at me and tell me he hated me. After all I was going to kill his child without him even knowing it existed. But he just looked at me with a emotionless gaze in his eyes and I didn't know what to say.
"I'm.. sorry" I breathed, blinking back tears."its not how it looked.. I couldn't go though with it.." he stood up and looked as though he was going to leave the room.
"You passed out before you could... how do i know your not lying to me now Cameron? how can i trust you after this?"
I couldn't watch him walk away from me like that, in so much pain..so in desperation I said what I thought he wanted to hear.
"I love you"
Chase turned on his way out of the door, sighed and said,
"No you don't"
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I have no beta, so sorry for mistakes.
I'm not sure about the ending, should i continue?
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