a/n: thanks for the reviews! I always love getting them :) Here's the second part--like I said, very fluffy. Enjoy!

"Wait, what exactly are you talking about?" Forman asked cautiously, now afraid of the answer.

"You told House!"

"Wait a second. I think we have a misunderstanding. I came after House left last night. We never actually spoke," Forman said.

"Then who else would have told him?" Chase yelled.

"Told him what?" Forman raised his voice to the same volume.

"That I was the one who lied about Mr. Pratt's HIV status to get him the transplant!"

"That was you?" Forman yelled out of surprise. "How did you do it?"

"I drew my own blood. Submitted my own results," Chase said tilting his head to the side in confusion at Forman's interest.
"Damn. I was sure it was Cameron," Forman smirked, slightly impressed by Chase's audacity.

"But I'm confused—House came to me and said 'Forman told me it was you,'" Chase still sounded agitated.

"Yup. And he came to me and said 'Chase told me it was you.' It was a test. You failed," Forman was still smiling.

"Oh damn," Chase brought his hand to his head.

"Relax. The patient is doing fine. Cuddy doesn't know. It'll be okay," Forman also relaxed.

Chase was silent for a moment. "What were you talking about?"

"Huh?"

"Before. You said, 'We were both drunk,'" Chase's voice was now curious, his anger abated.

Forman felt his cheeks grow hot, "Nothing. You were just so angry. I wanted you to calm down."

"Liar."



"Really! I swear. You are one paranoid guy, you know that?"

Chase shook his head, but he seemed to have calmed down, "Whatever. You watching the game?" he pointed to the TV.

"I was before you came."

"Sorry about all this. Can I just use your bathroom before I go?"

Forman pointed down the hall. He went back to his couch, only to feel his stomach drop.

The glowing numbers on his cable box caught his attention.

It was 7:12.

He suddenly remembered.

Oh no.

"Tomorrow night. Your place. 7ish."

And in a moment of the worst possible timing, he heard her gentle knock on the door. He froze in his seat, and then he heard the door open.

"You left it unlocked for me. You must really mean business." Her voice was cool, sultry.

His eyes were plastered open wide.
"Oh this is bad," Forman said.

With that, he heard the bathroom door open.

"Cameron? What the hell are you doing here?" Chase asked Cameron, who was wearing red heels and a trench coat.

She froze in her place.
"Listen-we were really drunk, last night. This doesn't really mean anything to either of us—

End.