AN: This is ch 4 to my Chase/Cameron fic. Tell me what you think. Also for a disclaimer, I do not own House.

Disaster

Chapter Four- As the Fog Rolls In

Cameron sat in her car in front of Chase's apartment. Silence filled her car as she thought of why she was here instead of inside. Her thoughts were more unclear than a dense fog hovering over a towering skyline. Chase's words befuddled her. One night he was laughing at her jokes, and within the next fifteen minutes Chase is leaving her for silly reasons. In the back of her mind, she feared entering that apartment. What if a scene like last night's previous show unfolded again? Cameron couldn't take the hurt again, but sitting in the car wouldn't solve anything she told herself.

Cameron finally gained the nerve to knock on Chase's door once again. Chase opened the door with a wide smile. The smile didn't comfort Cameron. He'd worn that same smile the night he crushed her heart.

Cameron smiled weakly and apprehensively entered through the doorway. "Hi, Chase. Did you cook tonight?"

"Nah, I was going to cook, but I got takeout Chinese instead, because I know how much you enjoy watching me attempt to use chopsticks." He absolutely beamed with the boyish charm that Cameron had fallen in love with. But Cameron kept her emotions on a short leash. She had no intention of being hoodwinked by his charm again.

"Yeah, you shouldn't use chopsticks in public. You'd just embarrass yourself," she joked with him, but her laugh was more nervous than sincere.

Chase took her coat as he lead her to a table filled with white Chinese takeout boxes. "Shall we my dear?"

"We shall," Cameron said as she took a white box filled with sweet and sour chicken.

Dinner was more quiet than Cameron thought it would be, but it wasn't an awkward silence. It was more entertaining to watch Chase eat. Cameron watched Chase attempt to use chopsticks for what seemed like the hundredth time, and he had yet to master the skill. The sight reminded her of a child using a fork for the first time. The sticks looked and moved awkwardly in his hands. At times, his face would furrow in frustration, and he would resign himself to just using his hands. But when he held an object successfully his faced glowed with accomplishment, then he'd look to Cameron to make sure she was looking to show her how well he was doing.

That's my Chase. The Chase I thought I knew, not the jerk he was last night, Cameron told himself as they finished dinner.

"So...." Chase said as he interrupted the silence of the moment in search of conversation.

Cameron couldn't fight it any longer. She had to know why Chase broke up with her. "So... are you going to explain to me what ever possessed you to break up with me, and then want me back within 48 hours?"

Chase's eyes widened at the brashness of Cameron's question. He paused with what looked like the need to organize his thoughts, but then shook his head as if to reject the reasoning. "I'm sorry. I was just stupid."

"Chase, I deserve a better reason that 'I was just stupid.' Tell me why, please." Her rebellious tears fought hard against her willpower. But Cameron held her composure against Chase's remorseful stares.

"You see, that's the thing. I was stupid. I fell into House's trap. He said he was either going to fire you or me if we kept seeing each other, because it was affecting our work."

Cameron's outraged words cut Chase off. "What? Our relationship has nothing to do with work! It's completely separate. We've never even hugged at work. That's ridiculous."

Chase reached across the table for Cameron's hand. He began to stroke her hand with his thumb, as if trying to rub away her anger. "It's okay Cameron. I already quit."

"You quit? Chase, no! That job is great, you can't just quit. Who's to say he would have fired you? It might have been me." She desperately looked for answers in Chase's face, but his eyes revealed no secrets.

"Babe, it's okay. It was a great job, but I'll find another job. House would have fired me anyway. Don't worry, everything will be okay. And have I told you how sorry I am for ever breaking up with you, because of that man?" He asked with a certain gleam in his eye that made all Cameron's fears dissipate as quickly as her foggy thoughts had rolled in. This was her Chase. This was the man that she was positively crazy about. She'd deal with House later, because at this moment Chase was all that mattered.

"I'll talk to that insane man tomorrow, but tonight..." She stopped mid sentence to saunter over to Chase's side of the table. To Chase's surprise, Cameron found a place on his lap. "You're all that I care about. I love you, Chase."

Neither of them could fight the magnetic forces that pulled them together, as Cameron leaded down to Chase's lips he whispered, "I love you, Cameron."

Chase's hands ascended to Cameron's long brown hair, as his finger's entangled in the waves of hair, Cameron teased him with two gentle kisses to each corner of his grin. Then Chase kissed her with enough passion to make her forget all about the previous night, and all the pain. A kiss that revealed how truly sorry he was, and Cameron's lips signaled that she'd forgiven him already as her lips responded to his touch.

The world didn't matter to Cameron tonight. Chase loved her. He cared about her enough to leave his job for her. Tomorrow House would pay, but tonight... tonight was just for her and Chase.