They woke up the next morning, and Noah looked at his watch. It was 5:30. He had to be at work in half an hour. Sneaking out from under Cameron, he noticed how peaceful she seemed. Pulling a blanket from a pile near the couch, he covered her with a blanket before kissing the top of her head and went to get dressed.

Then, he left a note on the table near her jacket, making sure it was visible. He read it over:

Cameron—

Good morning. Hope you slept well. I had to be in at 5:30, but I had a good time last night. Please lock the door behind you. I'll see you at work.

Noah

PS

You're beautiful when you're sleeping.

Then, he left, wishing he'd been able to sleep a little bit longer. It'd been the best sleep he'd had in a long time.

Cameron woke an hour and a half later, giving her enough time to go home and change before her shift at eight. She noticed that Noah had left but soon saw the bright yellow post-it note he'd left near her jacket. Rising, she tried to flatten the wrinkles on her clothes before reading the note and smiling.

She realized that she hadn't slept this well in a long time. The couch was more comfortable than she'd thought—or maybe it was the company.

Her car was waiting, and she drove back to her apartment. She changed and thought about the previous night. She had slipped, falling and taking Noah with her. They had kissed, and she had thought it would go further, but that blasted timer had interrupted them. Normally, Allison Cameron's policy was to not sleep with a man on a second date, but Noah Field was different. He had lost his wife similar to her loss of her husband.

Cameron's musings were cut short by the familiar ring of her cell phone. It was Noah.

"Cameron," she tightened her belt and grabbed her keys, ready to leave for work.

"Hey," Noah's voice came through the speaker, "How'd you sleep?"

"Great," she smiled, "What about you?"

"Better than usual," he answered, smiling though she couldn't see him, "Your head's quite comfortable."

"That's something I haven't heard before," she stifled a giggle. "I'll see you later?"

"Definitely," he replied, "Lunch?"

"Sure. Bye," she flipped her phone closed and left for work.

Noah Field decided that this was the worst day he'd ever had at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Two of his patients had thrown up on him. At first, he'd had a change of clothes, but the second time, he was forced to change into a blue pair of scrubs.

He didn't get called down for any consults in the ER that morning, which disappointed him because he wanted to go see his favorite immunologist, but another attending was on call.

Noah glared at the clock each time he looked at it. It seemed to mock him with how slow it went. Once, he did it with a patient in the room, and Noah's glaring unnerved him, so he asked one of the residents if 'Dr. Field should be in this bed instead of me?' Needless to say, Noah stopped glaring at the clock while the patient was there.

The ER was as busy as ever, and she smiled at the familiarity of it all. She welcomed change but also enjoyed stability. Work was normal, but Noah…Noah was new, fun, and interesting. Cameron could get used to this man in her life.

Time seemed to slow, and Allison was tempted several times to call maintenance to check on the clock, but she decided that her phone, computer, and wall clock couldn't all be wrong. Eventually, lunch came, and she was relieved to find Noah waiting in her office after a particularly bloody trauma.

"I thought I locked that door," she smirked as he played solitaire on her computer.

"You did," he clicked the mouse once more, and she saw the screen empty. "I won."

"I'll buy you lunch as your reward."

He stood, grabbing his jacket from a nearby chair. "Now, that wouldn't be very chivalrous of me, to let you buy lunch."

"Chivalry is dead."

"Good point."

As they left, Allison asked, "Why are you wearing scrubs?"

"A patient puked on me," he scowled, "Twice."

Cameron couldn't help herself; she started laughing, "I'm sorry. It's just funny that someone threw up on you. That and the way you said it, I couldn't help myself."

Noah did see the humor in it and started laughing as well. Some of the nurses stared at them, wondering who the man was with Dr. Cameron.

The pair went to lunch at a local café but avoided talking about what had happened the night before in the kitchen when she had slipped, but the meal was enjoyable anyway, leaving both parties laughing and wishing that they didn't have to return to work.

A/N Thank you for your fantastic reviews.

Jules: This is my first CameronOC fanfic to, so I'm glad you like it.

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Madeline: Thanks so much for the compliments, and I'm glad that you're excited for Noah and Allison's future.

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