Author's Note: I decided my not being able to sleep was a good a topic as any for a fic. Plus, it took up time. I'm sorry it's a short one. I'm getting ready for college, so I'm a little busy. Hopefully, I'll have new, longer stuff up soon though. As always, enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: No games tonight. I don't own House. End of story.

It was always like this on nights she couldn't sleep. Thoughts – ones she didn't want, didn't need – kept rolling around in her mind. Cameron thought it was then that she first realized this thing with Chase was no longer just sex. It wasn't as if her conscious mind would have ever let her go there, but her semi-conscious mind was an entirely different story.

The whole situation was going well. In fact, it was going better than Cameron had anticipated. Too well, in fact.

The night she realized she might be addicted to Chase she couldn't sleep. Every moment they'd ever spent together replayed across her closed eyelids – their first meeting, the sex talk, flashes of actual sex. The memories played on and on, and as much as she wanted to, Cameron could do nothing to stop them.

She'd come into work looking more than a little groggy. And she could feel the concern rolling off of Chase. She tried to ignore it, but that night, again, she couldn't sleep.

This was no longer what Cameron wanted. She wasn't looking for a relationship; at least, she told herself that. This thing with Chase was nothing more than fun, and if it wasn't going to stay that way, then she was out. And when he pushed her, she told him as much.

She was gone, done. So why did she spend so many sleepless nights remembering his touch?

Still, Cameron ignored the warning signs by day, able to play off Tuesdays with semi-forced annoyance. It was annoying. It was annoying that he could read her so well, that he could see what she wanted when she barely knew herself.

But at night, she could admit to herself, if only for a moment, that Chase was a possibility. Only that. Nothing more, certainly. It was as far as her rational mind would let her go.

Then, suddenly, the possibility was gone, or at least very soon going. House fired Chase, and Cameron wasn't sure if she'd ever see him again. They only saw each other at work now, after all. It led to another sleepless night, one where she'd finally let the subconscious of her brain invade her conscious thought.

She liked Robert Chase, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, and if she wasn't careful, he was going to slip through her fingers.

So, Cameron fled – back to work for the moment, but for once, work didn't help. The lack of sleep had finally done its job. Instead, she fled to Chase.

Later that night, after she'd talked to House, after she'd quit, Cameron again fled to Chase. Even so, it was another sleepless night.

She shifted on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable spot, and felt Chase's hand tighten around her waist, silently drawing her closer.

"Chase?" she whispered, and the answering murmur prompted a smile. Words of love filled her mouth, wavered on her tongue, but she wasn't quite asleep enough to let them fall.

"Nothing," came out instead. "Go back to sleep."

Cameron shifted closer to him and closed her eyes. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to sleep after all.