Story takes place after Hunting

Chapter 1

"Allison, you were drugged last night, why did you do that?" Dr. Chase whispered urgently in her ear as they were walking to the clinic to start their duties.

"Chase, I don't know why, but it means nothing, ok? As you said I was drugged last night, it meant. Nothing. At. All. Let's just get on with the day and forget about it, ok?" Dr. Cameron asked as she picked up a random file and read the name aloud, "Desworth Allred?"

The two separated for their respective patients. They met up again minutes later, walking back to the conference room where House was waiting to speak with them about the HIV patient. "Al, it happened... Don't deny it at all, it happened, we both know it did." Allison didn't say a word, and continued to walk, albeit a little quicker than before. "Don't deny it, Allison. It can't be undone." Dr. Chase stopped in the hallway and watched her retreating backside. 'Why can't she understand that what happened last night was real?' he thought to himself as he continued walking, and was soon joined by Dr. Foreman.

"So what's this I hear that you and Camero--" He was stopped short by the stern look on Chase's face, "Ok, obviously you don't want to talk about it. But if you don't let it go, she'll get farther and farther away from you, just let it go, she'll come back soon." They continued to walk silently to the conference room where House and Cameron were waiting for them.

As they opened the door, Cameron looked down and concentrated on the paperwork that was in front of her. House smiled wryly at Chase and Cameron. "Look who decided to join us. We were just about to discover if Cameron went and got that HIV test." He shot a glare at Allison and looked back at Chase, "I hope she did, because I surely don't want to end up with HIV, would you Foreman?" And he looked at Foreman, who shook his head and went to the coffee pot. "So, Ms. Possible HIV, didja?"

Cameron looked up and glared at him, "Yes I did, House, and would it kill you to NOT talk about my possible HIV virus? Especially when we have a patient who does have it and actually needs our help."

"Yes, well some people need to know if you have gone; so they know if you have it or not, unless you just want to create HIV positive babies. But that's your option. Right Chase?" House continued on, looking at the white board.

Chase sat down and looked at House's back, then to Foreman, and finally to Allison. He sighed uncomfortably and thought, 'I need to tell her something. But how? and when?' He looked around the table and found a spare sheet and a pen, he scribbled down:

Allison,

I know this might sound childish, but please we need to talk about it. Meet me after work.

Robert.

He balled it up and threw it into her lap and turned to his paperwork while listening to House's grumblings and -isms.

While Chase, House, and Foreman were 'working' Cameron looked at the balled up piece of paper, smoothed it out, and read it. She looked to Chase and sighed, 'He really wants to talk about this doesn't he? Well then, whatever happens, I won't let him in. Not again. Never again.' She crumpled it up again, and went back to her paper work. The rustling paper attracted House's attention, causing him to turn around and say, "Cameron, Chase, do you want to share that note with the rest of the class? Or do you want me to read it aloud? Chase..." He looked at the man sitting there looking up at him innocently, "... Make me a coffee."

"But House," he looked at the two sitting in front of him, "Foreman already made some."

House glared at him, "Well in that case, get me a mug and put some in there. Who are you? Cameron?"

House looked at the balled up note in Cameron's hands, "Hmm... what's this? A 'love note'? Let's see what they wrote, Foreman." House snatched it form Cameron's hand and read it aloud. He faked a frown, "Shame, Chase, too bad she may have AIDS, you could have caught a good one! And you could have made back talking babies too!"

At that Cameron looked up at House with tears in her eyes, got up and ran out of the room, with Chase quickly following behind her. House shouted at Chase's retreating back: "YOU FORGOT MY COFFEE!"

Chase turned around and said, "Get your own!" and ran out behind Cameron.

The pair sprinted down the hallway to the elevators, where Cameron was cornered by him. "Allison, let's go to the roof, ok? We can talk there." He took her wrist in his hand and pushed the 'up' button and then pushed the top floor button once inside. When they arrived there, they walked silently to the emergency stairs, which lead the roof top.

The two arrived and sat down on the ledge, while allowing the cool breeze to fill the silence between them.

"Well... Now that we're alone, Chase, what did you want to talk to me about?" Cameron asked as she looked over to him, willing him not to talk... but to, strangely enough, kiss her.

"Uhm... Allison," he started off uncertain of what to say, "what happened last night was not just because of the meth. Of course you were uninhibited because of that, but I also wanted it. I wanted to have sex with you, though you might say that you didn't with me, I can say I wanted it with you." He repeated, looking into her eyes.

She smiled slightly, "So what are you going or trying to tell me? That you have this huge crush on me and you want that to turn into something more?" She asked simply, remembering last night, with them rolling and romping on her bed, wishing it would happen again.

"Basically... yes," Chase said, looking down to his lap, almost ashamed of what he just said to her. "Allison, I think.." he trailed off, once again, unsure of what to say at all.

Cameron glanced at him and smiled slightly, "You do realize how cute you are when you stumble over yourself, right?"

He looked up at the woman sitting next to him on the ledge of the building. She was wearing her lab coat, always professional and always beautiful, he thought to himself before he answered her. "No, I never really noticed that, uhm... thanks, I guess." he looked back down to his lap and started to fidget with his hands. "Didyoulikethesex, Al?" He blurted out, trying not to sound too eager.

She looked at him blankly, unsure of what to say to him. When she finally spoke, after a few minutes of thought, her voice was laced with happiness, sadness, and uncertainness, but most of all, it was very quiet. "Robert... I don't know what to say. The sex was... good." Seeing his face fall, she quickly picked up where she left off, "I mean it was wonderful! If I... we had the chance to you know... do it again.. I'd jump at the opportunity and go right ahead and do it with you." She smiled sincerely at him while waiting for him to answer.

When she finished, he was pleasantly surprised. That was part of why he loved her, her pleasantly surprising words and phrases, always sincere sounding, never truly mean to anyone. Always pleasant and happy. "Wow..." Is all he could get out for a few seconds before he re-found his voice and said, "You really don't know how amazing you are, Allison. That's why I wanted to talk to you before. I wanted to tell you that I think I ---" he was cut off by the beeping of his and hers' pagers, they simultaneously looked at them before saying together, "House." And ran down the flights of stairs to get to the conference room and then to his office.

When he pair arrived, out of breath and hair and clothes askew, House, Wilson, and Foreman looked up at them. House, taking advantage of this moment of silence, asked, in his usual raspy voice," Been off having a nice screw? I bet she's a lot better when she's not high. Right, Dr. Screw-All?" He looked at the two of them and said, "Cameron, the patient's dad is here... Did you call, or did he have a sudden bout of conscience that said, 'Call your daddy so you can tell him to piss off'?"

Cameron glared at him and walked out to go talk with Kalvin.

"So, Dr. Screw-all...," House continued, "is she better high or sober? We're all DYING to know."

Foreman and Wilson slipped out of the room quickly and silently, while Chase glared at House.

"How do you tell a woman you love her if your boss keeps interrupting the few moments you have with her?" Chase asked sitting down and pushing his hand through his hair.

"I wouldn't know, because normally I don't tell women I love them. I just throw them down on the bed and fuck 'em there. But of course the women I fuck aren't high... only drunk." As Chase was about to retort, Cameron popped her head into the room.

"House, the father wants to see you." She watched House leave the room before going to Chase. She bent down and stared into his electric eyes. As he opened his mouth say something, she leaned in and kissed him full on the lips. Pulling back before it got too intense, she asked, "Can we discuss this over dinner? At my place? Tonight at 8." And she left Chase again, alone in House's office.

Chase got up and practically skipped with glee into the Conference room where Wilson and Foreman were both drinking coffee and doing paperwork on their patients.

"What are you so happy-go-lucky for?" Foreman asked suspiciously. While Wilson looked slightly amused at the boyishness Chase had in his smile and step.

As Chase sat down, he smiled gleefully and looked up to the ceiling, shaking his head and saying, "Nothing, but I'm about to have the night of my life."

Sorry it's not totally the episode, but I changed it so it would fit the story better. More later!