A/N: Hi peeps. This is sort of an out of the blue idea, so I'm not sure where it's going yet, but it is definetly going to be a Chameron. It takes place towards the end of season 3, but in my story Foreman doesn't leave, Chase isn't fired, and Cameron doesn't quit (or go blonde lol). So yeah, here it is…
Allison Cameron could feel herself sweating under the hot courthouse lights. It seemed as if every person in the room was fixated on her, sitting next to the judge in her smart navy pantsuit. Her case had gained interest throughout the country. A young female doctor, stalked relentlessly by a former patient she barely knew.The details had been well guarded; nobody knew for sure what had happened, except for Cameron, and him. She wouldn't look at him, she couldn't, but she could feel his dark eyes glaring at her, threatening her not to tell, but she had to. It was time for Cameron to tell her story,
"It all started about a year ago,"
"We've got a case"
Cameron looked up from the medical textbook she had been skimming in surprise as House entered the room, holding a manila folder up like some sort of trophy before dropping it onto the table where Cameron, Chase, and Foreman sat.
" 23 year old female, nausea, anemia, and she went into anaphylactic shock, could be Crohn's"
"Good, go run blood and urine tests. Chase, get a patient history. Cameron, you win two hours of clinic duty! Make sure Rhonda knows your filling in for me" Cameron rolled her eyes as she stood up and followed Chase and Foreman out of the room. It wasn't that she didn't like clinic duty…actually that was a lie; she really didn't like clinic duty. She didn't hate it, it was just boring and 50 of the time involved testing for STDs. Still, it was especially annoying that she would work up to 6 clinic hours a week and not get any credit for it, as she always did it as a fill in for House.
"Filling in for House again Dr. Cameron?" Cameron nodded at the receptionist, Rhonda, who gave her the usual sympathetic smile before handing her a file,
"Exam room three"
"Can't you prescribe him anything?" Cameron bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. It seemed as if two hours had grown into two days, patient after patient had come in, each with a different problem, none of them serious. Now, with only ten minutes left Cameron found herself stuck in Exam Room 3 with a seven year old boy whose only problem was a cold and his over protective mother.
"You can get children's Tylenol at any drug store, it should relieve the discomfort. He'll be fine in a week or so" Her deadpan voice must have tipped off the mother to her obvious annoyance because within a matter of moments she had rushed her child out the door. After a moment Cameron emerged from the room and ambled over to the desk, hoping that she would be free to leave,
"Sorry, one more case. Should only take a few minutes." Rhonda said, seemingly reading Cameron's mind as she handed her another file,
"James Hutchins" a man who looked like he was in his mid thirties stood up and followed Cameron into exam room 3.
"So Mr. Hutchins, what seems to be the problem?" Cameron was too busy reading over his file to notice the older man leering at her.
"I've got a bit of a sore throat"
"Alright, let's take a look" It only took a quick look into the man's throat for Cameron to determine the problem,
"Well, it seems as if you've got strep throat. I'm going to prescribe you some penicillin, just take one pill every day for ten days and you should be fine. You can also take aspirin to relieve some of your symptoms" Cameron wrote out the prescription and handed it to her patient who smiled a twisted sort of grin that sent an unsettling tingle down Cameron's spine.
"Thank you very much, Dr…" He leaned forward, pretending to read the name tag pinned on to her coat, but he already knew her name, "Cameron"
"No problem" he hesitated for a moment before walking out of the room regretfully. Cameron waited a good five minutes before emerging from the room herself, there had been something off putting about that man. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, or rather looked at her chest as he pretended to read her name tag, or maybe it was his creepy smile. Either way, she didn't want to run into him again.
"I can't wait to get home!" Cameron shut her locker and sighed, turning to Chase who was standing in front of his open locker,
"You can say that again," he drawled in his Aussie accent, "I can't believe it took ten hours for us to realize she got anisakiasis from some bad sushi."
"Hey, don't complain. At least you didn't spend two of those hours diagnosing stuffy noses and strep throat in the clinic" Just as Cameron said that she glanced out the door and saw a dark figure standing there. His features were hard to make out but she was able to identify him as the creepy clinic guy from earlier. Then, he turned and was gone, just like that.
"Cam? You alright?" Cameron ignored Chase's concern, rushing to the door and sticking her head out into the hallway, but it was deserted. She could feel a deep unsettling feeling rising in the pit of her stomach. There was no way she could have imagined him, was there? No, why would she.
"What's wrong?" she whipped around at the sudden presence behind her, only to find Chase standing there looking confused. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her pounding heart,
"Nothing… I just thought I saw this guy I treated in the clinic today. He was really creepy, he was pretending to read my name tag, but it was obvious he was just checking me out"
"Alright, but it's 12 at night, I'm sure he didn't hang around. You're probably just overtired" Cameron nodded unconvincingly, she had seen him, she knew she had. Chase obviously sensed her discomfort because he said,
"Do you want me to walk you to your car?" Cameron smiled slightly and nodded as relief flooded over her. She was afraid to walk alone, what if he had stuck around? She could just imagine herself getting raped in the empty parking garage by the creepy man with strep throat.
"So what bothered you so much about this guy that you saw him standing in the doorway?" Chase asked as the two walked side by side down the hallway.
"It was just the way he looked at me, and the way he smiled, like some creepy pedophile."
"Last time I checked pedophiles checked out kids, your hardly a kid. Maybe he just thought you were pretty" Cameron shrugged,
"I guess…but it was still creepy. He's a 43 year old geography teacher, how much do you want to bet he gives his students those kind of looks everyday?"
"If he's a school teacher what was he doing here during school hours on a Monday?
"He probably took a sick day, he had strep throat" Cameron said quickly, not wanting to think about the man anymore. He was creepy, but he was gone and she wouldn't have to see him ever again…or so she thought. She and Chase made casual conversation as they walked outside into the parking garage. Finally they reached Cameron's car and stopped,
"So I guess I'll see you in a few hours" Chase chuckled,
"Alright, see you" Chase turned and began to walk away as Cameron popped open the locks on her car and opened the door,
"Hey Cameron" Chase called when he was a good ten feet away.
"Yeah?"
"It's Tuesday" Cameron smirked,
"I know"
"I like you"
"I know"
"I think we should be together"
"I know"
"Night"
"Goodnight" Cameron slid into the front seat of her car and smiled. One day she would muster up the courage to tell him that she felt the same way, but until then it felt good hearing him say it every week. As she pulled out of the parking lot she saw someone out of the corner of her eye, leaning against a pole and looking in her direction. Her heart jumped into her throat, was it the patient again? She cleared her head of the thought quickly, it was just Chase. It had to be just Chase…right?
A/N: Okay so it was kind of short, but it's just setting up for the next chapter. Review if you liked it, or if you'd be interested in continuing to read it. Just fair warning I'm not going to continue unless I get a decent response so if this story goes poof its because not enough people were interested.
-Remy