A/N: Well this is basically what I hope will happen between Chase and Cameron. I highly doubt it will happen in the series and so I am sorry if some of this is out of character. I am tired of reading all these stories that make seem like this is for sure the end so I am writing another option. Sorry if my grammar is really bad, grammars never really been my strong suit.
Disclaimer: I do not own House or any of its characters. I wish I did.
He came home to find divorce papers in his mailbox. It used to be their mailbox. He picked them up, didn't glance at them, he knew what they were, what he'd find. He sat down at his kitchen table; it used to be their kitchen table, and opened them up. Her name was already signed; there was no note, just the empty line where he was supposed to sign. He examined the papers closely looking for something that would give him hope, just some hope that there was still a them.
He found none and so he picked up the pen and began to draw the R that started his name and that's when he saw it. It was all he needed to relight that little chance of hope. It was a return address. He knew that she had just put it there out of habit but to him it meant the world.
"I know what I have to do," he thought to himself, "I'll go see and tell her sorry I am."
As he thought about it he realized how stupid his plan was. "Sorry" couldn't make up for what he had done. It wouldn't make him choosing a job over her any better. It wouldn't make his lying to her better. It wouldn't erase the last three months. He should just sign the stupid papers. He wrote the OBERT in his first name and began to start the C for his last name. That's when he saw the photograph. It had been taken at their wedding and was framed on their mantel. He picked it up and the tears began to leak out of his eyes. He would not allow it. He did not cry but apparently his body thought otherwise.
As he began to cry he saw that they were already tear marks on the paper, from her tears he assumed and he began to cry harder. His tears fell unto the paper and mixed with hers, they blurred the writing, and for once they were together if only in the form of paper.
He wiped off his tears, grabbed the car keys before he had more second thoughts and ran out the door, the wet papers in his hands. He started the engine and drove off toward the address written on the back of the envelope. He drove off toward hope, toward forgiveness, and towards what he knew would be a battle but he would fight it. He would it for her.
I apologize for how short this chapter is but it's just really an intro chapter. PLEASE REVIEW! Shall I continue?
