A/N: Ok, forgive me. It's late, and I've been toying with this for awhile, and I've decided to finally type it out. It's going to be a short little fic, with hardly any plot, no conflict really, just 1 shots together in one fic, if that makes sense…depending on interest levels. Just sort of a fun thing. Nothing too long.
Chapter 1: Team fun day is born
He paused with his hand on the handle of the door, watching the three of them laughing, at what he couldn't be sure. What he did know was that this was them uncensored, so to speak. Totally at ease with each other, and without him. They were happy. Despite recent events, they were happy.
They probably weren't even thinking about it. It would all come rushing back to them the second they saw him. He saw Chase glance in his direction and point him out to the other two. No turning back now. He opened the door and entered. To his surprise, they actually waved him over.
He thought briefly to what Wilson had said during his heated lecture. Was he right? No, of course not, it was Wilson, after all. But maybe, just maybe, he could try. If trying with them didn't work out, he could always revert back to the way things were.
He joined them at their table, planting himself next to Cameron, who looked visibly nervous. He'd known it. They were quiet now, all thinking about his lie. They saw him as pathetic, a desperate drug addict. He wanted to get up an leave then, but if he did that he'd still have to face them the next day.
"I-…" he began.
"What? You're a sad wreck who lies to the people who are supposed to be closest to him?" Foreman said.
"Something like that."
"Wait, is this your roundabout way of apologizing?" Cameron asked.
He took a deep breath. They had to know how hard this was for him. One of the more difficult things he'd ever done.
"Look, none of you were supposed to know about any of it. There was a reason for that. Two actaully. The more obvious being that you would overreact and try to get to the bottom of it, to somehow cure me. The second and less obvious being that I didn't want any of you to worry, particularly for no reason."
He put his elbows on the table, and put his head between them, his hands covering his head. They just looked at him, soaking up his words, surprise written on each face.
"You didn't want us to worry?" Chase asked.
"That's what I said."
"Why were you so sure that we would?" Foreman asked.
"Because, if we're anything, we're stuck with each other, and being around the same people for day after day, you either go insane and hurl yourself off the roof, or you develop a connection."
"And you figured a connection between us and you?" Chase asked.
"Well, I didn't see any of you trying to fly."
"When all's said and done, you were wrong, you lied to the people who deserve the truth, and that in itself is practically unforgivable," Foreman said.
"That's why I'm here."
"To beg forgiveness?"
"No, to make it up to you all."
"How?" Cameron asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
"I've decided that we need to get to know each other better in an off-work setting."
"You mean, like bond?" Chase asked.
"I despise that word, but yes."
"And how do we do that?"
"I'm getting to that. We're going to have one day a week where we do something together. We take turns, and who's ever turn it is picks what we do for that week. I might have to clear it with Cuddy, though."
"I'm in," Cameron said.
"Me too," Chase said.
House looked at Foreman.
"How about it?"
"Ok."
"Who picks first?" Chase asked.
"Alphabetically, so it's Cameron. Let me know by Saturday. When, where, and what time."
"All right," she replied, ideas already forming in her mind of all the things they could do together.
A/N: Ok, let me know if you want more. If you do, then next will be Cameron's fun day.