House was standing behind Chase, absentmindedly running his hands through the Australian's hair. Amazingly Chase didn't seem to notice not even when House leant down to sniff his shampoo.
Foreman wasn't taking any notice either, he was just reeling off a whole load of diagnosis's, starting predictably with Lupus, not for one second giving any hint that what was happening was strange.
Chase leant back into House's hands.
Cameron didn't know where to look. Everyone else was treating this like an ordinary occurrence whereas she had gone way beyond confused.
"I'm sure this is just some new way to irritate me, but what are you doing House?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, pressing his lips to Chase's hair.
"That! That thing with Chase's hair"
"I always touch Chase's hair"
"No you don't"
"Cameron how can you be asking pointless questions when we have a patient dying?" Foreman interjected.
"Quite" Mumbled Chase, House now sat firmly in his lap.
Just then Wilson walked into the office in three inch heels and a feather boa. He planted a smacker on Chase.
"What the…"
Cameron woke up.
She rolled over to find Chase looking at her strangely.
"You okay?" He asked, she nodded and fell back to sleep.
Chase lay looking up at the ceiling….it had been a good dream.
