Chapter 2
That night Chase arrived at Cameron's apartment dressed in a blue polo shirt and khaki pants. He was freshly shaven and wore a cologne that smelled like paradise... well to him and hopefully to Cameron. His hair was in it's normal style, albeit, washed and combed. As he knocked on her door he gave his hair one last brush with his hand. When Allison opened door and saw him, she smiled widely and hugged him. "Come on in, dinner's almost ready." She stepped out of the door way and turned to walk into the kitchen.
Chase couldn't help but look at her bum. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans, that hugged her curves perfectly, and a white blouse that just barely showed the outline of her white bra. 'God she's beautiful,' he thought as he followed her into her apartment, shutting the door behind him. "So.. what's for dinner? I'm starved," he asked as he explored her living room, which he didn't have the chance to do last night.
Suddenly he remembered she hadn't been confirmed for not having AIDS. Maybe... this wasn't such a good idea. 'But God she's gorgeous. Great taste in furniture too. How am I going to tell her this? It seems so hard.' These thoughts skimmed and skipped through his head, he wandered into the kitchen.
He looked around it and saw that the table was already set, the wine had been poured, and the woman of this dreams putting the finishing touches on dinner.
Allison turned around quickly and smiled at him, "Uhm... London broil and twice baked potatoes sound good to you?" She asked as he noticed a few of the top buttons weren't buttoned on her shirt. He forced himself to look to her face and not her breasts.
"That sounds delicious, Allison!" After a few second he asked, "Can we eat now?" Chase plopped down in a chair and grabbed his knife and fork, looking eagerly toward her licking his lips.
"Ok, Dingo, just try not to look rabid while eating this." She put his plate down in front of him and sat across from him. She slowly cut into her meat and watched as he did the same. The pair ate in silence, a very comfortable silence though. 'Maybe I should have put some music on she thought, but then it would seem like I was coming on too fast... tonight. I wonder what he thought of me last night. I know we wanted it... but why? I shouldn't even have that meth here! I'm not a drug user! I'm a doctor! I should be making Chase like me. Not want to help me like a patient.'
The thoughts kept racing into and out of her mind as she started into her potato. Chase, once he realized how good the meat was, picked up speed and was rather amusing to watch as he ate his potatoes. He would scoop out mountains, literally, and stuff it into his mouth, nodding in great approval of the meal.
"Where'd you learn to cook like that, Allison?" Chase asked as he patted his stomach and smiled as she ate slowly. "If I had known you could cook like that, I'd be over here every day. Why didn't you tell us?"
"That's just the reason; you guys wouldn't leave me alone long enough just to cook for myself. Especially House. Poor Wilson, he cooks his food, but House steals it all," she explained finishing her potato off by eating the cooked skin. "Try it, it's really good." She motioned to his crust.
He picked it up and took a bite of it; his eyes went wide and a smile graced his beautiful features, "It's DELICIOUS!" he exclaimed like a little boy. They both broke into laughter and got up to clear the table.
"So Chase, since House interrupted us today, what were you trying to say bout that crush thing?" Allison started to wash the dished while chase stopped en route to the refrigerator.
Silence.
He said nothing and continued with his progress to the fridge. Cameron turned around at his silence. "Robert?"
He turned around from putting the opened wine bottle in the fridge. "Allison, that's what amazing me about you. You remember everything. And I think I- I- I..." He was having trouble getting the words out. "I think I—"His body took over his stuttering mind and walked him over to her and kissed her on the lips. A full force kiss.
This time no one was impaired with drugs. The passion increased ten fold as soon as their clothes were littering the floor and they fell back onto her bed.
"Allison..." He stopped as he felt her nip at his neck. "I wanted..." She was biting his earlobe. "to say... "She trailed kissed down his jaw line. "God Allison, you're making it so hard to tell you this!"
He hadn't realized her hands were roaming her chest, nor that he body was on top of his. The arousal he was getting from this was nearly un bearable. Allison lifted and hand to his lips and shushed him. "Just make love to me, Robert."
Insert romping scene here. Use your imagination. I'm not about to go into detail here.
Both sweaty and shaky from the romp, Cameron and Chase curled into each other and passed into sleep for the rest of the night.
When a beep sounded somewhere in Cameron's apartment, Chase woke up and looked at the sleeping form in his arms. Allison looked so beautiful and he wanted her to himself. All to himself. Whatever the beeping noise was, it was joined by a similar one. And to top it all off whoever needed them called her apartment... no doubt probably calling his too.
Chase bent his head down to kiss his lover's head to wake her up. "Wake up, Angel; I think House wants us for something." He watched as he hazel eyes opened and looked at him warmly. A smile graced her face as she stretched out her stiff muscles.
"Why's the phone ringing... and... our beepers?" She asked tiredly as she turned to cuddle their naked bodies closer. "I'm not in the mood for House today. Make him go away," she said into his chest, sounding so much like a child.
He smiled at her and turned toward her ignoring the phone. "He won't bother us today, just ignore him and we'll be good." He tucked his head down to the top of hers and closed his eyes again to go back to sleep.
About an hour after the two had fallen back to sleep, the apartment door was being knocked on so forcefully that the doorknob was jingling.
Cameron and Chase woke with a start and started to search for clothes. Cameron went flying to her bathroom for her robe, while Chase went to pick up their clothes. Allison ran to her door making sure Chase had finished and had gone into the bathroom to put his clothes on before she opened the door.
And there stood three very familiar doctors' faces. One belonged to House, another to Wilson, and another to Foreman. Wilson and Foreman's eyes opened as they saw her attire, very askew and not tired properly. Which prompted them to start explaining.
"House noticed you two weren't there..."
"We tried to stop him... "
"We tried to warn you too..."
"We knew that Chase and you would be together..."
"He didn't mean to wake you up at all; he just wanted to get two to work so he didn't have to..."
"We told him not to come here... "
"But he did anyway... "
Cameron glared at them to shut up and looked to House. "Do you mind explaining to Robert and I why you're at my apartment door when you're supposed to be at work?" Chase joined her at the door once she finished speaking, looking to Wilson, House, and Foreman.
"See? You two didn't believe me! I was right! Chase stayed the night at Cameron's house, no doubt telling her how much he loves to screw her high brains out. Wilson, Foreman, you owe me." He turned to leave, but looked back and turned back around and barged into her apartment.
"House! What are you doing?" Chase asked... rather loudly for the morning. "You can't go barging into her apartment!" That didn't stop him for a second. House looked determined to find something.
The four in the doorway stood unblinkingly and looking at each other. "Let's not stand in the doorway, who wants breakfast?" Wilson asked as he stepped inside, followed by Foreman.
"Robert... do you know how unexpected this is?" Cameron asked timidly, taking his hand and leading him back to the bedroom, where House had just disappeared to. "House what are you doing here?" She looked closer at what he was doing. He was... ...smelling her bed? This was odd.
Chase noticed the blush creeping onto her face and glared House down. "Gregory House! What are you doing?"
House looked up innocently. "I was just searching for those drugs she used two nights ago. You know, the ones she probably used to loosen up before your screw." He got off the bed and went to the bathroom.
Cameron squeezed Chase's hand and cast a sidelong look to Chase.
He looked back at her, questionably. 'Did she used them last night?' He thought back to last night, gazing and glancing into her eyes, there were never dilated, she never acted differently, she was just her. She never was away from his side... or really in front of him. He let go of her hand and kissed her cheek before walking into her bathroom to talk to House.
Cameron listened quietly before she sighed and turned around. Surely they would find the meth in there. Then they would come out, House would make her feel horrible, then assign her some form of rehab. She would lose the best thing that has ever happened to her, Chase, she'd lose her job and her friends too. There wasn't anything going for her.
She never took the meth last night. After the first night she wore it off and she wouldn't take it again. Cameron sighed as she sat down dejectedly where chase sat the night before. Before he showed her he loved her.
Wilson and Foreman watched as tears started to fall freely and she let her head rest in her arms. They had never seen their colleague cry before... or really show any emotion. Foreman gave Wilson the pan he was holding and went to sit next to her to talk.
"What's wrong, Al?" He knew this answer would be House, he just knew that if he said, 'House?' He wouldn't get a word out of her.
Wilson smiled sadly at the woman with her head in her arms, crying, as he began to make some pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
Cameron looked over to Foreman sadly and said, "House and Robert are about to find the meth that Kalvin gave me to loosen up. I was high the first time with Robert. I never wanted to be high again and have him treat me like a patient. I didn't want you guys worried over me and think I'm a mental case for taking it to loosen up. I never took it last night, not once! Now I'm going to lose Robert, you guys, and on top of that... my job." She broke down again and hugged Foreman. He patted her back and tried to comfort her as best he could.
"We won't leave you, Allison. We'll try to help you, but we won't leave you." He looked to Chase, who had just arrived in the kitchen to see where Cameron had gone. Foreman mouthed 'She needs you' to him and peeled the woman off him. "Chase won't leave you, in fact, he's right here for you."
Cameron looked up at Chase and tried to smile, but she broke down into a fresh batch of tears. She got up to hug him and bury her face in this crook of his neck.
House came out of the bedroom and looked at the couple in front of him, disgusted. He looked down at the baggy in his hand, with the meth pills. Then he looked back up to the couple. He pocketed the pills before he went to see what Wilson was cooking. "Mmm... pancakes... bacon... and eggs. Thank you Wilson! I owe you one!" He went to the table and sat down in a chair bringing his feet on to the table top.
He stared at Cameron and Chase for a minute while listening to Wilson and Foreman chat about the breakfast what was now fixed and was being piled onto five plates." Lovebirds! Get a room," he barked.
The two looked at him and sighed and went in search to find a chair or secure a counter top.
Cameron wiped her eyes on her bathrobe sleeve and smiled at the men in the room. These were her men folk... her father's and brothers, well all except Chase, he was her boyfriend. But they were all hers, and they cared deeply for her, though House might not say it... or show it, he does.
