A/N:I'm baaack. I had originally planned to make this a really long one-shot, but opted out. Instead, it's going to be a three part story, all from Cameron's POV, featuring House/Cam. I've had the idea for awhile now, but the last episode (and how angering it was) lit a flame under my butt to actually get it written. Most of the action is coming next chapter, so sorry if this one seems a bit boring. Anyway, I love constructive criticism, so please – read, review and enjoy!

CHAPTER 1 - FRIDAY

When you think about it long enough, you are quite surprised that "it" lasted as long as it did.

By "it" you mean the four, long, agonizing months that you spent in a relationship with one man. That man being Dr. Robert Chase – your fellow intern turned love interest. It had potential at first – you harbored some nice dreams of a thirteen karat engagement ring from Kay Jewelers, a fancy wedding – but then you realized his pathetic trust issues (and obsession with hair care products) were really beginning to piss you off. Ok … to be truthful you were just looking for an excuse to appear as the Miss Innocent in the relationship. You were in fact, the complete opposite.

You hadn't MEANT to say his name during sex, it just kind of … happened?

Robert had come home from a long night at work and the two of you set sail on your usual bedroom romp. You had been thinking about the visit from House you'd had earlier in the day, which led to your heated thoughts of the kiss you shared in his office and well … you called Rob "House" and that pretty much sealed your fate.

Red faced and angry, he had gotten up off the bed in a huff. Pulling on his pants, he began packing his things from your apartment, letting you know that he suspected it all along and wasn't going to compete with House any longer. You stood there in your bra and underwear watching him, half-wondering if you should be thanking fate for intervening or pleading with him to stay?

"Don't forget to leave your key on your way out."

The words slip from your mouth and he shoots you a heated glare. As the door slams loudly behind him, you bury your head into your pillow and scream so loudly you are certain the neighbors will be able to hear. WHY did you call him House? Not ready to face your subconscious, you pull the covers over your body, snap off the bedroom light and figure you can deal with things in the morning.

On Friday morning, after one night of tossing and turning, you arrive to work to find your cantankerous former boss splayed across the nurse's station of the emergency department. He gives you the once over, and decides to speak.

"So, are the rumors true? "

Tapping his cane on the floor in a rhythmic pattern, he gazes at you inquisitively.

"Get lost House, I've got work to do."

You try your hardest to avoid eye contact, and sigh as you notice the pile of charts waiting for you on the desk.

"Your attitude says yes, but your appearance says no. I figured you for a baggy, red eyed after crying all night type of gal. Which means you've gotten better at hiding things, or I totally won five bucks off Steve from admitting … who assured me that Chase was using you to better his social status."

"Actually, his name is Dave. Don't you have nurses to torment and children to make cry? I wouldn't want to keep you from your busy schedule."

Grabbing a few charts off of your enormous pile, you flip through to see which patient should be taken care of first, still paying no notice to the man sitting in front of you.

"Have a drink with me tonight."

You finally look up at him, and realize you are incapable of reading his expression. You do notice that he looks slightly amused however, and decide to turn him down despite the little voice in your head screaming at you to accept.

"What, so you can win ten bucks off of Wilson for scoring with Dr. Cameron? I don't think so … especially after hearing through the rumor mill that you planted one on Cuddy. Get out of my way House, I've got patients to see … unless you want to stay and help?"

You're not in the least bit surprised as you turn back around, and find him hobbling off as fast as possible. Shaking your head, you fling back the curtain to reveal your first patient. He's pale as death and currently emptying the contents of his stomach into an emesis basin, in a fashion that would put Regan from The Exorcist to shame.

You sigh heavily, because you know it's going to be a long morning.

Exactly twelve hours later as you walk in the door of your apartment, you have been barfed on three times, issued seven psych consults and listened to countless insane stories of why a sharp object ended up in a various appendage. You are more than ready to call it a night, sleep in, and spend your first Saturday in months in front of the television with a massive carton of Ben and Jerry's. You fling your purse onto your kitchen table, followed by jacket, and head over to the answering machine to check your messages.

"Allie, it's Rob. You know, I've been trying to understand why you –"

You don't bother to listen to the rest of the message and click the delete button.

"Hi, Dr. Cameron, it's Wilson. I heard what happened, and well – let's just say I've BEEN there. If you want to talk, you know my number."

You click delete on that one too, because you don't need advice from somebody who's had more relationships than Don Juan.

"ALLIE!!!!! Hey girl, I know you're busy playing doctor all the time, but when are you going to give your old friends a call? We're in town this weekend, and we'd love to see you … dinner, a movie maybe? Call me!"

You smile to yourself as your best friend Natalie's voice booms out of the answering machine. You've been meaning to see her for years now, as you parted ways after medical school, but haven't placed social occasions on the top of your priority list. As much as it pains you to realize, you figure it's been about five years since you even went out with anybody besides Robert or Eric. You decide to change that, feeling empowered after severing ties with Rob, and pick up the phone.

Three hours and one pint of Ben and Jerry's oatmeal cookie ice cream later you sigh, contentedly. Robert is all but gone from your head, and you've got plans to meet up with your best friends from med school tomorrow night. Flipping off a rerun of Bones from your television set, you throw away your empty carton, brush your teeth and change for bed.

It takes less than two minutes to fall into a deep sleep after you slide yourself under the covers.