Hey, everyone, I got a couple reviews, and they were all really nice, so thanks a lot for reading and reviewing! I love the support and I'm definately going to try to keep writing this, even though school and stuff is going to keep me busy. But I know I'm going to be grounded so I'll be able to write.

Some notes on the story: Just if anyone was curious for the strange Top Chef reference, if you guys have seen the Top Chef commercials for this season, they do a montage of the characters and there is one at the end that looks EXACTLY like Chase. My friends and I watch that channel [I can't remember which one it is now, haha] over and over to see Chase-look-alike.

Also, I had to change around relationships a little bit to make the story work the way that I wanted to. Wilson and House are obviously best friends [and even though they fight and stuff, they are best friends, you can't deny it] and Chase and Cameron are like meant for each other. But I had to change things around to make the story work the way that I wanted to. Cuddy and Cameron are obviously not best friends in the show, but they do show each other a certain level of respect and I always thought that if they weren't so busy with work, they would be able to make a friendship. Amber and Wilson obviously didn't get married, but as much as I hated Amber and as much as I didn't like Wilson [except after the season four finale, I have a new respect for him] I always thought that they were really cute together. And this certain character isn't House's half brother, but I really really like this!

Extra Add-ons: Whoops. In the last chapter, and this one, I forgot to put a disclaimer/copywright on this story. So here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D. or any of the characters or storylines. As much as I wish to.

Copywright: Don't take my stuff.

Also, I thought I'd dedicate this story to my best friend Teresa. We started reading Fruits Basket fanfictions in, something like seventh grade, and we read Twilight ones in eighth grade. She's definately the only one out of my friends who can appreciate this and I love her lots.

Enjoy!!!


Bright sunlight streamed through the windows, reminding Alison Cameron, once again, to get curtains for her bedroom. She blinked, and opened her eyes and sat up. Her head throbbed incessantly, and she lay back down in her white down pillow, ceasing the throbbing. She stretched her arms and legs, and slowly began to realize she had no clothes on. Last night's events came flooding back to her: Meeting Cuddy for drinks, locking eyes with a beautiful blonde in the parking lot, the many many margaritas, Chase holding her head in his face as he leaned forward to kiss her, clothes being torn off, and the sex. Cameron buried her face in her hands. It wasn't like her to meet a guy and ending up in bed with him, drunk. She would have been a lot more upset if she hadn't remembered that it was her idea. Cameron's attention quickly diverted from last night to the smell of bacon and eggs, wafting into her room. She pulled a blue robe on and headed out into the kitchen, where she found Chase cooking breakfast for her, a coffee pot brewing on the counter. Cameron stood there, in shock, staring at him, feeling a weird feeling in her stomach… almost like butterflies? Cameron shook her head, passing it off as nausea from the hang over. Chase noticed her and smiled.

"Good morning," he said, pouring her a cup of coffee and setting it down on the counter. She pulled herself up onto the bar stool and smiled at him.

"Thanks," she said, sipping on it. "You make really good coffee," she said, taking another long sip. He nodded, and showed her his accomplishments of the morning.

"Eggs? Bacon? Pancakes?" He said, gesturing out to all the food. Cameron felt heat crawling up her neck, and itched, trying to make it go away.

"Everything looks so good, I'll take all of it," she smiled, and then wrinkled her brow. "I didn't even know I had this much food…" she pondered. Chase shook his head.

"I had to run out to the store to pick up a lot of it," he said, serving her a plate, piled with steaming food. She picked up a fork, and took a bite of eggs and smiled.

"This is really good, you should be on Top Chef or something like that," she smiled at him. Chase reddened from the other side of the counter, and turned away, busying himself with dishes and pans. A few minutes later, he grabbed a plate of his own and sat with her on the counter. They talked casually, laughing and flirting oh-so-slightly, delicately avoiding the topic of last night. Cameron and Chase cleaned up and they stood by the door, saying goodbyes.

"I left my number on the counter… you can call whenever, to hang out, or something like that," he said, pulling on his jacket, running his hands through his hair. Cameron smiled and nodded. "You're car is still at Kaseys, I paid the bartender to make sure no one would tow it, so you can just pick it up whenever."

"Bye Cameron," Chase said, leaning into her and giving her a small kiss on the lips, and then turning to leave, leaving Cameron in the entryway, heart pounding frantically in her chest, and that same nauseating feeling in her stomach. Her phone rang in the living room, breaking her from her trance, and she walked quickly to go get it, stomach and head not up for jogging.

"Hello?"

"Cameron! How are you feeling?" Cuddy's voice asked over the line.

"Okay, just a little hung-over," Cameron said, dialing the volume down on the phone a couple notches.

"That's good; you looked pretty bad last night. But what did you think of Chase?"

"Oh, Chase, I thought he was very nice." There was a pause on the line.

"You slept with him, didn't you?" Cameron could hear the curiosity from miles away.

"No! Why would you think that?"

"Come on, Cameron, he's gorgeous, he's single, he offered to take you home, you were completely wasted… I just … figured it out."

"Maybe…" Cameron admitted hesitantly. Cuddy laughed on the other line.

"Oh, damnit, my lunch break is over, I have to go. But, you'll have to tell me later. Bye, Cameron!" The line beeped and Cameron hung up the phone. She noticed a fluorescent green Post-It on the counter, and picked it up, smiling as she saw Chase's number on it. The nauseating feeling in her stomach returned and she sat on the couch, turning on the television, watching a re run of Sex and the City, the throbbing in her head slowly disappearing as the day passed. She kept thinking about Chase, remembering the feeling of his hands tangled in her hair, his lips against her neck. Cameron shook her head, reaching for her bag on the counter, pulling out her phone, and dialing Amber's number.

"Hello?" a man's voice answered on the other line.

"Hi, this is Alison Cameron, I was wondering if Amber was there."

"She's right here, hold on. Amber! It's Alison Cameron."
" Hello? Cameron?"

"Hi, Amber, I was just wondering if maybe your invitation for the game tomorrow was still open." There was a pause on the other line.

"Of course! I'm really happy you can come! Now, I think House is bringing his half brother tomorrow. He is new in town and doesn't really know anyone. He is about your age. So, even though it's just a football game, try to dress nice, okay?"

"Sure, okay. Hey, Amber, do you think I could bring my friend, Lisa?"

"Why not? We can make a party out of it. Hey, Cameron, I have to go, but I'm glad you can come! So, be at the house around four o clock okay? Bye!" With those last words, Amber hung up the phone. Cameron smiled, laying back down on the couch, as a commercial for fall clothes flashed on the television. Maybe House's brother would be cute, and she could forget about Chase, and maybe get the happily ever after that she had always wanted.

That night, as Cameron sat on the couch with a plate of Chinese food (it was a wonder she stayed so skinny when she ate so much), watching While You Were Sleeping, she called Cuddy.
"Hi, this is Lisa Cuddy. I'm not here, so leave – Hello? Hello?" Cuddy's voice interrupted the recording.

"Hey Cuddy, it's me."

"Oh, hi, what's up? Sorry, I was just getting out of the shower."

"It's okay. I was just wondering if you wanted to come to a party with me tomorrow." There was a pause on the line.

"Party? What kind of party?"

"Well, it's a football party, but we're not watching. Amber Volakis, do you remember her? Anyway, she invited me and I thought I could go. Her husband, Wilson, is bringing his friend, Gregory House. Maybe…" Cameron smiled, heavily insinuating a match-up. Cuddy laughed.

"I'll come, but I'm definitely not promising anything!"

The next morning, Cameron woke up early and took a jog down to Jamba Juice to pick up a smoothie. Finishing the smoothie, she threw it away and jumped in the shower. She blow-dried her hair, letting her long hair cascade down her shoulders. Cameron picked out a simple navy blue top and black pants to wear with her square toe high heeled boots – her favorite for fall weather.

Cameron pulled up in her navy blue Rav4to Amber's house at exactly 4 o clock. Amber and Wilson, it turns out, didn't live too far from Cameron's apartment. She touched up her lipstick in the rearview mirror and took a deep breath. She stepped out of the car, locked the doors, and rang the doorbell to their house. Wilson answered the door and smiled at her.

"Hi, Cameron, it's nice to see you again. Come on in," he greeted her, stepping aside to let her inside.

"Thanks. Your house is so nice," Cameron said, politely.

"Is that House?" Amber called from the kitchen. "Tell him he's going to owe me money when the Bears lose."

"No, it's Cameron."

"Oh, hi, Cameron! Come on in the kitchen!" Amber called. Wilson took Cameron's jacket and purse, and Cameron followed the smell of the food and found Amber.

"Hi, Amber, thanks for having me over," she said. "Wow, this is a lot of food. Do you want some help?" Amber nodded and together, they began cracking open bags of chips and putting them into bowls.

"Is your friend coming? I'm sorry, I'm terrible with names. What was it again?"

"Cuddy? Lisa? Oh, she's coming, but I think she's going to be late. She just got promoted to this head chef position so she's definitely putting all in, right now," Cameron said, crumpling up one bag and tossing it in the garbage can. Men's voices came flooding through the air, and the girls looked at each other.

"That must be House and his brother. Let's go say hi," Amber said, wiping her hands on a piece of paper towel and leading Cameron back to the living room. Two men, an older one with messy hair and a blonde stood in front of Wilson.

"House, this is Alison Cameron, Cameron, Gregory House." Cameron extended her hand to him.

"Hi, Greg, It's nice to meet you." House grunted a response and shook hands with Cameron. Cameron took a deep breath and turned to the blonde that stood next to him.

"This is my brother, Robert Chase." The blonde turned around, and she locked her green eyes with none other than the blue eyes of the exact same Robert Chase that she had spent the night with last night. Cameron's mouth dropped open.

"Chase?"

"Cameron?"