Author's Note: This is, for clarification, completely seperate (other than theme) from the first drabble. And I'm not identifying the girl Wilson was talking to. Make her whoever you want.

Our Couch

"Do you want to come over to my place, tonight?" Chase heard Wilson asking someone through the door of his office. He was in there with test results House wanted Wilson to see and analyze, but the woman Wilson was currently occupied with was certainly not.

"Sure," he heard a female voice purr, and he walked past as a cover while waiting for whoever it was to emerge. As soon as she turned the corner, he reversed course and barged into Wilson's office without knocking. It was a privilege shared only by House; one of the perks of letting the guy live on your couch.

"Wilson, House wants you to see these tests results and give your 'expert opinion'." Chase was all business, setting down the file and flipping it open, and didn't notice Cameron standing there off to the side until it was too late and he'd already said "I didn't know you had a place to invite someone over too,"

"Huh?" Wilson tried to give Chase a warning look, but it was laughed off.

"You've slept on our couch every night for ages!" Our couch, Chase realized he had said. It made him smile inside.

"Our couch?" Cameron asked him, moving forward. "Wilson sleeps on House's couch."

"Of- of course. That's what I meant: House's couch."

"But you said 'our couch'. Like House's couch was also yours…"

"Congratulations, my bright little ducklings." House himself walked in at that very moment.

"Chase, you finally slipped up. Cameron, you finally figured it out. Took you both long enough. I've been waiting for this moment."

"What?" Cameron asked, confused and suspicious. Wilson grinned, and Chase just rolled his eyes at his boyfriend.

"Our couch. Like House's couch was also yours… Come on, Cameron. You can diagnose an illness with perfect accuracy on a one in a million shot, but you can't figure out what's right in front of your eyes."

"I don't understand, House…" Cameron sounded disappointed in herself as well as completely out of the loop.

"Alright, I'll give you a hint," Chase sighed at her, before grabbing House's face and pulling him in for a rough kiss.

"What?" Cameron looked, if possible, more confused than before.

"What else can you possibly want? Me to announce over intercom that Doctors Robert Chase and Gregory House are gay together? You're supposed to be smart, Cameron." Chase threw his hands up in the air helplessly.

Not looking any less confused, Cameron simply said "What?"

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I'd feel bad for Cameron if I didn't hate her. Just for the record.