AN: This is ch 2 to my Chase and Cameron fic. Tell me what you think. Also, as for a disclaimer, I do not own House sadly enough.

Disaster

Chapter Two- Hit Like a Hurricane

Chase woke up at 6:02a.m, though he had an hour until he had to wake up, but it didn't matter anyway. He couldn't find sleep. When he closed his eyes he saw Cameron's own teary eyes. Today was never going to end as he had to work side by side with the woman he had crushed only last night. Chase still couldn't decide if he chose breaking up with Cameron in fear of Cameron losing her job or in fear of losing his own job. One decision made him selfless, while the other made him selfish. He stared at his ceiling in silence until he had to leave for work.

Even though Chase didn't oversleep he was still an hour late for work at the hospital. He'd lost track of time while he sulked in his own remorse. As he walked through the doors he expected House and the other fellows to be discussing a new patient in need of diagnosing. But instead a white lab coat struck him in the face.

"And the winner is Chase. You're doing my clinical hours today. Thanks for being late." He recognized the voice even though he was blinded by the lab coat. "House", he said to himself in a angry whisper.

"Fine. I'll go do them." When he removed the coat he caught a single glimpse of Cameron. Her dejected face crashed into his heart with a power stronger than hurricane force winds. I did that to her. I broke her. How selfish was I? He thoughts forged on while he went down to the clinic.

"Five hours of clinicals? What the hell was I agreeing to?" He said under his breath as he walked into another room filled with a twenty something couple. The girl was gently grasping her stomach, and her boyfriend smiled expectantly. Pregnancy. My third one today. After seeing three cases of the flu, a case of strep throat, and two other pregnancy centered patients, Chase was burnt out.

Before Chase could even introduce himself to the new patients, Foreman barged in. "House found a case. Seventeen year old male, abdominal pain. House thinks he has a case. Cameron did the MRI. Be up soon."

"Whatever. I'll be there." Chase told the door as Foreman left as quickly as he entered.

After finishing with his patients, who were in fact pregnant and happy to be so, Chase rode the elevator to his floor. He wished his thoughts were as silent as the empty elevator he rode in, but Chase couldn't find solace even from them. I have to be in the same room as Cameron, and act like everything is fine. Act like I'm not hurting every time I see her. What the hell am I doing?

Chase pushed through the doors. This time to be greeted with the sight of Foreman in an empty office. "Where is everyone?"

"Cameron's looking at the MRI results, and well House is House. I don't know where he's at." Foreman said as Chase made his way to a chair.

Furrowing his brow Chase turned to Foreman. "I give them both ten minutes. If not, I'm out of here. I've been in the clinic all day, and I didn't get any sleep last night."

Taking on an omniscient tone Foreman chuckled. "Let me guess. You and Cameron had a fight?"

"How you know?" Chase decided that denying it was useless because he was too tired anyway.

"Cameron snapped at me when I asked her if you were still in the clinic."

Chase nodded silently in order to avoid going into detail about their fight. But he decided that waiting ten minutes for House was a stupid idea, and he started to leave. "I'm gone. I'll deal with this tomorrow."

As Chase was leaving the locker-room, Cameron turned the corner was a manila envelope in hand. Great the MRI results, Chase complained to himself.

Cameron interrupted his grumbles with a cold tone in her voice. "Here's the results from the MRI Dr. Chase. I hope they at least meet your standards."

She never looked Chase in the eye as she began to walk away. But Chase reached for her arm to stop her from leaving. "Cameron, wait. Standards? That had nothing to do with it. Please believe me. You are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen."

"Stop it Chase! You say you don't want to be with me, then you say things like that. What am I suppose to think? Just tell me." It was evident that the storm still raged on as Cameron raised her voice to yell at Chase, because she even forgot that she had adopted his formal title of Dr. Chase since their fight.

"I'm sorry Cameron. Just ask House about it. He'd have a better idea than me." Chase held her glare with his own remorseful eyes. But Cameron still refused to believe him.

The tears found their way to Cameron's eyes as she tried to keep hold of her frustration. "Don't drag him into this. This is between you and me."

What's the point? She won't believe, and she shouldn't have to. I did this. It's all my fault. She deserves better than a stupid lapdog. Chase turned away and started for the door, but Cameron's anguished voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Stop walking away from me. I don't deserve that again."

Chase turned back to Cameron with a smirk that was fighting to be exposed against the corners of his mouth. "You're right. You don't deserve this. And I'm sorry babe. I was so stupid. Allison Cameron, I love you. I never want to hurt you again."

As an epiphany struck Chase's thoughts, he looked into Cameron's eyes. He saw the pain that he had caused. He swore to himself he would never again let that happen to the woman he loved. As he leaded into her, his lips met hers with a force stronger than a bolt of lightening clashing against the earth. Like two magnets drawn together, neither of them could resist each other. The electricity they shared might very well cause the city to blackout. As they pulled away both breathless from the heat of the moment, the realization set in. They both needed each other.

Chase gave her one last kiss on the forehead, and whispered, "I have something to do. But I will be back. I promise." Then he turned away from the still shocked Allison Cameron.

Chase walked away to find House. Robert Chase was going to quit his job for the woman he loved with no regrets.