Hey, ! I don't know what really gave me this idea, but I thought, 'What if PPTH never existed and none of these characters were doctors?' I know it's totally unrealistic (besides who would hire House besides Cuddy?) and weird that in New Jersey that these six characters would ever meet and become friends (or something like that) but I felt like having fun.
Just a few adendums to the story. Amber isn't as Cutthroat-Bitchy (as House likes to call her) as she is on the show. One, I can't write like that for how I'm trying to spin this story, and Two, she's not competing for a job, so therefore she doesn't need to be a cutthroat bitch. Also, I'm sure House is going to be a little nicer than on the show. Once I bring him in.
Thanks, and enjoy the story! Reviews are GREATLY appreciated! Plus, if there's any story that you guys would like me to check out, just link it in your review, or tell me the name and I'll R&R!
"No, no, Jimmy, don't eat that," Alison Cameron said, rushing over to the craft table, where Jimmy Hendricks was trying to eat a crayon. She pulled it out of his mouth and pulled a piece of paper out from under the crayon box.
"You draw with these, see?" she said, drawing a big smiley face for him on a piece of paper. He giggled and nodded. "Yellow!" he cried taking the crayon and drawing over the smiley face. Cameron smiled at him and she glanced over at the clock – 1:45.
"Class?" she called, clapping her hands to get their attention. Twenty-one tiny faces looked over at her.
"It's time for music class!" she said, enthusiastically. The kids giggled and lined up behind her. She walked them down the hall to the music room and waved to the teacher.
"2:15, right?" she mouthed, pointing at the clock. The music teacher nodded and Alison smiled at her and walked down the hall and down stairs to the teachers lounge. Alison sighed, thankful it was Friday, and poured herself a cup of coffee. While sipping on her coffee, she dug through her bag to find her cell phone. She flipped it open to find one new text message, from her best friend, Lisa Cuddy.
It read, "Cameron – just got the promotion for head chef!!! Can you meet for drinks tonight?" typed in pure Cuddy fashion, with punctuation and correct spelling. Cameron smiled, happy for her friend. She typed back, "OK. 830 Kaseys?" and flipped the phone shut, throwing it back inside her already messy bag. She shut her eyes, trying to savor the half an hour she had in silence.
"Oh, hi, Cameron," she heard, and looked up to find her colleague, Amber Volakis, entering the teacher's lounge.
"Hey, Amber. How's it going?" Cameron asked, straightening up in her chair.
"Good," Amber said, sitting in the chair across from Cameron. "Do you have any special plans for the weekend?" Cameron shook her head.
"I'm meeting a friend for drinks tonight, but that's all. What about you? Are you and James doing anything for the weekend?"
"No, he's probably just going to have his friend over, Gregory House, over for the game on Sunday. Men and their football," Amber rolled her eyes. Cameron nodded, pretending to know. She hadn't had a guy… in almost a year. Amber smiled, sympathy pulling at the corners of her smile. She looked over at the clock, and stood up quickly.
"I have to get my kids. I'll see you later," she said, waving and then at the doorway turning around to face Cameron. "You should come this weekend. For the game. I mean, we won't watch it or anything, but we could just hang out or something." Cameron smiled and nodded.
"I'll think about it, I have your number," she smiled, seriously considering the offer. Maybe things in her life would pick up.
Cameron pulled up to Kaseys and turned off the car. She grabbed her black patent leather purse, and slid out of the car, locking the doors. She saw Cuddy pull up in her silver Prius, and she leaned on the side, waiting to congratulate her friend. Cameron looked around and saw a black Ford Taurus, pull up next to Cuddy's car and straightened up, alert. Cuddy parked, and got out of the car, heading over to Cameron to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Congratulations, Cuddy. Hey, who's the guy following you?" Cameron asked, watching as a blonde guy, stepped out, running finger through his wavy hair. Cuddy looked over her shoulder and then smiled.
"Oh. Chase!" she called and the blonde guy looked up, locking his blue eyes with Cameron's own green ones. Cameron felt a rush of heat surge through her body, and she looked away, embarrassed. Cuddy looked over at her friend, with a knowing smiled and gestured Chase to come over to them. Chase hesitated, and then walked over to them.
"Cameron, this is Robert Chase, the other head chef. He just moved here from New York. Chase, this is Alison Cameron, my best friend," Cuddy said, introducing them formally, pushing a ringlet of raven black hair behind her ears. Cameron extended her hand, feeling warmth crawling up her neck.
"It's nice to meet you, Chase," Cameron said, smiling at him.
"As well. Can I buy you ladies a drink?" He said, speaking in an accent that made Cameron a little weak at the knees. They nodded, and the three of them headed into the bar.
"So what are you? Only child? Brothers and sisters?" Chase, who was sipping on a beer, asked Cameron, who was already on her fourth drink of the evening, at only 10 o clock. She giggled, not exactly knowing why.
"I have a brother. What about you?" He shook his head.
"Only child," he said, flashing a brilliant white smile at her, one that made her knees buckle again.
"Cheers!" she cried, clinking her glass to his, and downing her strawberry margarita. The bartender looked over at them.
"Hey, man, make sure your girl doesn't spill anything. I don't want to have to clean that up." Chase, who was still sober, blushed a little bit.
"She's not my girlfriend," He said, shaking his head. Cameron giggled, and hiccupped, sipping on her sixth margarita.
"I don't have a boyfriend. I haven't for a Very. Long. Time." She informed the bartender, drunkenly. Chase snickered behind his tall glass. Cameron turned to him, tucking a piece of toffee colored hair behind her ear, and fixing her sharp gaze on him.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing," Chase said, embarrassed. "I just find that hard to believe. I think… you're beautiful," he said, reddening a little. Cameron's face turned a bright red.
"Thank you," she said, then tilting her head back and finishing the last of her drink. Chase smiled and shook his head.
"That's it lets get you home," he said, putting down his beer, leaving a tip, then pulling her off the bar stool, putting his arm around her tiny waist. Chase wove through the crowd, finding Cuddy, who was talking to a tall brown haired guy, looked up and saw them, and waved them over. As they approached, Cuddy's mouth dropped open.
"Is she okay?" she asked, smoothing Cameron's hair, and feeling her forehead.
"She's fine, just had a few too many drinks; I was thinking that I should take her home. Do you think you could give me directions to her place and her house keys? I don't want to search through her purse" Cuddy nodded, telling him the streets to turn down. She finally took Cameron's bag, and found her keys in the side pocket.
"Thanks, Chase. Are you sure you don't want me to do it?" Cuddy asked, holding her hands out. Chase shook his head.
"You celebrate. Besides, you have an early day tomorrow, and I don't work tomorrow. So relax and have fun," Chase smiled. He gave Cuddy a hug, thanking her for bringing him, and headed outside.
Chase turned the key in the hole at Cameron's apartment, holding her by the waist, who was laughing uncontrollably. He set her on the couch, and went to her kitchen to make some coffee. As the coffee was brewing, Cameron lay on the couch, with a pounding head, and watched the room rock back and forth. Chase soon came into the room with a cup for her.
"Well, call me tomorrow, to let me know how you are," he said, picking up a pen to write down his phone number on a Post-It.
"Wait!" She cried, sitting up slowly, and putting a hand on his shoulder. "I don't want to be alone tonight," Cameron said, looking up at him. Chase stared at her for a second, taken aback.
"S-Sure," he stuttered, standing up and holding his arms out.
"I'll get you to bed then," Chase said, picking her up and bringing her to her bedroom, laying her down on the big bed, and sitting down with her. He helped her out of her shoes and socks and pulled back the blankets. While he was doing this, he felt hands in his hair, and looked up to see Cameron running her fingers through his hair.
"Cameron? Are you okay?" He asked, pulling back a little bit, denying to himself how good it felt to have her touching him.
"You're really hot," she said, moving closer to him and pressing her pink lips against his. He kissed her back for a moment, breathing in her vanilla scent, then moving away from her again.
"Cameron, you're drunk. We can't." He shook his head defiantly, and went to stand up, but Cameron grabbed his shirt and pulled him on top of her.
"Who's going to stop us?" She asked, unbuttoning his navy blue collared shirt, and tossing it away. Chase, finally gave into his feelings, kissed her back passionately, pulling the covers over them.