Cameron was dozing on her husband, Chase had been brought in last night. She was beyond exhausted. Truthfully, with the way House worked she was used to extreme hours under pressure. It's just worse when it's someone you know in the bed.

She pulled his hand a little closer to her arm, as she got comfier in the chair a near impossible task. She heard a distant beeping to her back ignoring the shrill sound. Her exhausted brain informing her that it was just the alarm clock and Chase would get it later as he was closer.

The next few sounds she would hear would plague her for days on end. There was the familiar opening of the door she would later recall that noise, it was the smell of the hallway in contrast to her husband that alerted her.

She heard the fast pace of someone running, tile against beaten souls of the truly kind nurses. She heard one set of shoes that was oddly timed with a thump with every other footfall. Cameron would swear later, after all the dramatics and divorce that House sounded worried.

"His lips are blue and you're just standing around, give me oxygen, Now!" Hose growled at the nurses already working on the important thing of getting Cameron out of the room.

Cameron heard the familiar growl and awoke to it, like a dog knowing their human's voice. She saw it all like a play that she had seen a thousand times, the characters had changed slightly though.

"Come on you British son of a bitch," House cursed under his breath as he took an NG-tube to Chase throat hoping to give oxygen to the Aussie.

Nurses were all around as if with strings, she was half expecting to see House on the ceiling a giant puppeteer. Cameron did look up and she did see strings leading to the ceiling, but it was not House pulling the strings.

"Hi honey," the Chase puppet said as it rose from the bed and went to Cameron.

"Get away from me!" Cameron screamed and ran for the door, to the stairwell to the 1st floor and beyond.

#House M.D.#

"Wake up you're kicking me," Chase begged with a clogged voice.

"Alison," Chase yelled as best he could, he reached for his wife.

Cameron awoke a scream perched on her lips, never to escape as she found her husband bleary eyed and startled. She would have been sorry if it were not for the fact that as she looked up there were no strings. She just grabbed her Chase and pulled him close.

"Puppeteer Chase again, or was it House this time?" Chase asked knowing his wife had the strangest dream he had ever met of anyone and he knew some schizophrenics.

"Don't want to talk about puppet you," Cameron told Chase's shirt.

"You know I thought I was supposed to be having the fever dreams tonight." Chase coughed at the end of his sentence.

"Oh you know me I like to steal your thunder." Cameron smiled finally realising her flu addled husband.

"Fine just you be sick for a moment," Chase reached for the tissues by his bedside in hope of clearing his nose before drifting off again.

"Hey I already had the cold you wouldn't stay away from me, I told you the ER get's everything first then the Surgeons." Cameron reminded her Aussie as she pulled him close for the night hoping tonight would hold no more puppets.

#House M.D.#

AN Okay that is a drabble hope you had fun with this crazy ride.

-Solce