Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own House MD or any of the characters. That would be awesome though.

This is my first House story, so I hope you all like it. Please review. I will review in return :)

Allison Cameron sat on her usual stool, downing the rest of her screwdriver. Setting down the glass, she stared into it, as if looking for answers. But the glass held nothing, and she sighed deeply. She yanked out her wallet, and threw a 20 onto the bar, then slid off the stool. Being only a little tipsy, she knew she could make it home ok, as if that were really a good thing.

She ran her fingers through her hair, and then wrapped her arms around her body, the cold air twirled around her like a ribbon. Cameron tightened her grip on herself and began her walk home. After about 20 minutes, she saw the grey bricks of her apartment building, and knew she would be warm soon.

As she walked to her apartment, she nearly had a heart attack when she saw someone sitting outside her door. "Chase?"

The Australian glanced up at her from his book and smiled. He slipped his book into his bag and stood up. "I was waiting for you to come home. I've been here a couple hours."

"Um…why?" Cameron gave him a questioned look, then slid her key into the lock and shoved open the door, leaving it open for Chase. She dropped her purse and jacket off on her couch and walked into the kitchen.

Chase followed her, and closed the door behind him. He took off his jacket and placed it with hers, before sitting down and making himself comfortable on the couch. He watched Cameron's shadow in the kitchen, wondering what she was doing. Finally, she emerged from the kitchen, holding a bottle of Smirnoff, and two glass, each with ice in them. She set them down, before sitting beside Chase.

"When you left, you didn't really look so well. I thought maybe you could use some company tonight." Chase smiled at her, patting her leg. Touching her brought back flashes of their night together, but he blinked, causing them to drift away.

Cameron smiled slightly back at him, pouring the clear liquid into the glasses, handing one to Chase, then downed half of hers. She squinted then placed the glass back on the table, looking back at Chase. He had only sipped his then put it on the table.

"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired is all." She refused to look him in the eyes, because she knew he could read them. Ever since their…rendezvous, he had studied her, and gotten to know her habits much better, including the twinkle that appeared in her eyes when she lied.

"Cam…Allison, I didn't come here for sex, if that's what you think. I am genuinely concerned. You don't look well, and I want to help…if I can. I care about you." Chase put his arm around her, pulling her a little closer to him. She nodded and held back tears, until she looked into his eyes, and the tears fell from her eyes. When she began to shake, Chase pulled her closer, and Cameron, wrapped her arms around the Aussie, letting everything go.

As she cried, Chase moved them into a comfortable position on the couch. Soon, Cameron's gasps for air and sobs began to fade, and when Chase looked at her face, he saw that she had fallen asleep. He pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, and covered them both. The scent of her shampoo was soothing and soon, he too, was fast asleep.

Ok, kinda short, but I'm working on it. Another chapter or two will be up tomorrow :)