Chapter Three
Chase couldn't do this. He couldn't work with Cameron anymore. He was on his was to be reassigned or to quit or to do anything that would keep him away from her. He ran into her on the way, though.
"Where are you going? Didn't you get the page?"
He had ignored it when he heard it. He was having a hard time doing anything with her in his head.
"I'm quitting."
"What?"
"I have to quit."
"Why?"
"I can't work with you anymore."
"Yes, you can. Now come on!"
She practically dragged him to the patient's room. He performed the necessary procedures like he was supposed to. When it was over, his mind went back to her. He didn't know how he was supposed to actually stay when he saw her everyday.
"We should talk," she said as they were leaving the patient's room. She led him outside. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable, but you have to stay. I'm staying, you're staying. I don't know what we're going to do about this thing between us, but we can't let it affect our work."
"But it always will."
"No, it won't."
"How do you know?"
"I just know that we have the ability to work through our hormones and actually get work done. We may be doing things outside of work, but that doesn't mean that we have to give up on working together."
"So do you still want to do things?"
"Yes. Do you?"
"Of course."
"Now we just have to be doctors here and forget that we have something on the side. We put aside our feelings for one another before."
"We didn't feel this way before. Or at least I don't think we did."
"I meant our friendship. Anytime we argued, we were still able to work together."
"But arguing is different from sleeping together."
"Yeah, but it's still tied to our emotions, and we were able to deal with our emotions when we argued, so we can deal with them now."
Foreman ran into Chase as he came back inside from his talk with Cameron. "What's going on with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're off your game today. Your mind is somewhere else."
"Yeah, I just had a night last night that I'm having trouble getting past."
"With Cameron?"
"I can't talk about it."
"Why?"
"She would probably kill me."
"No, she wouldn't. She's harmless. She didn't actually kill me over the article. She won't kill you if you tell me what happened. So…what happened?"
"We sort of had sex last night."
"Did you mean to?"
"It wasn't planned, but yeah."
"So are you going to do it again?"
"I guess. I'm not sure. Look, it's all complicated."
"I doubt it's as complicated as you think."
"No, it's not. I'm dating a co-worker. It's very difficult and complicated and I don't know what to do. House would kill me."
"House doesn't have to know."
"But he will know."
"Yeah, but he doesn't have to find out. Just be discrete."
