A/N: I would just like to say thank you to AllisonCammie, my 100th reviewer!! This fic was a billion times more popular than I originally expected it to be, but I'm glad you enjoy my writing!
And SECONDLY! (This is very important) I have made some serious errors in my story. In the beginning, all the patients were coming in with colds and allergies because of Spring. Then I had Chase invite Cameron to Australia with him for Christmas. ACK! Don't worry, I have fixed the problem. She is going with him for EASTER instead, which is how it was originally intended.
Disclaimer: (breaks into hysterical laughter)
Cameron wrapped her arms around Chase's waist, drinking in his sweet scent. She rolled slightly onto her side so she could stroke her belly, which was growing quite large, and stretched at least 6 inches out from her belly.
"Oh, Robert..." she breathed. "I'm so glad you're here. We can have the baby now...I've missed you."
Chase said nothing. She tightened her hold on him slightly, bringing him closer.
"Tell me you've missed me," she whispered.
"No," he said blankly. "I didn't miss you."
"Why?" she asked. "I thought you loved me..."
"I'm in love with someone else," he said. "And you're in love with House. I don't need you."
"No!" she cried. "I don't love House! I never loved him! I want you, Robert!"
"I don't love this baby, either," he said blankly, pulling out a syringe filled with gray-black liquid that was bubbling and fizzing inside it's container.
"What is that?" she whispered. He said nothing, only pointed the syringe and began to bring the needle into her belly.
"Chase...no," she tried to scream, but it came out only as a pathetic whimper. She tried to run, but her feet were glued to the ground.
"I want her to die," snarled Chase, his eyes gleaming red.
"Aah!"
Cameron sat up so straight and so suddenly in bed that she flung herself forward and over the side of the bed, crashing onto the floor and knocking her elbow and knee against the dresser.
"Son of a bitch!" she hissed into the darkness. She didn't really know if she was angry at the pain, or at the thought of Chase murdering her baby, but she got up slowly and laid down gently in her bed. She didn't even bother straightening the sheets. She had been twisting and turning all night, and she highly doubted that it would stop, especially after that dream.
Cameron's head reeled and her elbow throbbed as the clock ticked 2:47 AM. Millions of things were running through her head.
I've got to get groceries...get my dry-cleaning...Some pregnancy books would be nice...Get rid of all the alcohol in the house...House...should I tell House? No, hell no, I'm not telling him...Foreman? No, he only cares about himself, it's a fact of nature. I need to call Chase...get tickets if I'm going to Melbourne...or Sydney? Where does he live, damn it? Well, like I'd ever care before now...to me he was just a pretty, blonde Australian guy...now he's the father of my unborn child?? Ugh!!! I need to SLEEP
She sat up straight in bed, her head throbbing. She climbed out of bed and hurried into the chilly kitchen. It was early April, but it had been a long, cold winter, and it was still freezing at night. She pulled out a bottle of Ibuprofen and tossed two back in her throat, gulping them down with a glass of water. She sat down on the couch, and pulled her robe tighter around her body, curling up into a ball and leaning over gingerly onto the pillow. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.
She tried to imagine herself on a beach, the sun was about to set, the waves were crashing gently. Her soft, silky long auburn hair was let loose of hair ties and flowing in the cool breeze. She began to turn and dance to the music of her own imagination, she lifted her arms above her head and spun tightly, then she felt arms wrap around her lower back, and she felt her spine bend to their will, curling back in a graceful dip. As she was brought back up, she found herself in Chase's arms.
"Chase," she whispered.
"Allison," he murmured, kissing her neck gently. She rested her head in the crook of his neck and breathed in his sweet scent.
"Robert, you were right," she whispered. "I think I'm falling in love with you..."
"Wrong!" hissed Chase, his eyes flaring red. He withdrew a knife and plunged it into her stomach, as Cameron sat up straight on the couch, letting out a blood-curdling scream. Tears spilled from her eyes and she screamed into her hands.
"No!" she moaned into the pillow. "NO!" she screamed. She felt the urge coming and she ran to the bathroom, where she threw up violently into the toilet. Tears continued to spill from her eyes as her fit ended. She leaned back in between the toilet and the bathtub and sighed, rubbing her mouth and wiping away the tears. She knew that she shouldn't have this feeling at all, but she got up gingerly and picked up the phone from the kitchen. She dialed the number slowly, then held the phone to her ear.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"Oh, please pick up," moaned Cameron. "Please, please..."
But he didn't. It was the machine.
"Hi, you've reached Robert Chase's cell phone, please leave a message."
BEEEP.
There was a few moment of silence before Cameron managed to croak out words.
"Umm, hi..." she whispered. "I'm...I'm having trouble sleeping, and I'm having nightmares...I just...needed someone to talk to...see you tomorrow."
She hung up the phone and sighed. She needed to relax, so she hurried to her bed, where she snatched her iPod and wrapped the headphones around her head. She hurried through the songs before finally resting on a song that seemed relatively pleasing. The soft jazz music filled her ears, calming her slightly.
"Do I love you, oh my, do I--honey, 'deed I do..."
If I didn't have so much on my goddamn mind, she growled to herself. Then maybe I would be able to get half a minute's sleep without being haunted by nightmares about Chase murdering my baby or myself.
Suddenly, she heard her phone ringing. She looked over at it. The light was on, and the thing was vibrating, so she picked it up and flipped it open, pulling off her headphones.
"Hello?" she said.
"Allison?"
Cameron breathed out a sigh of relief. It was Chase.
"Hi," she breathed out.
"Um, did you call me?" he asked, sounding definitely groggy.
"Uh, yeah," she said, now feeling embarrassed. She rubbed the top of her forehead. "Sorry about that..."
"What did you need?" he asked.
"Err, nothing...I can't sleep," she said. She slapped herself in the head, knowing now what a dumb idea it was. But when she thought about hanging up, she got an awful pain in her stomach. She wanted to talk to Chase. She needed to.
"You...called me up...at three in the morning," he said slowly. "To tell me you...couldn't sleep?"
"Yeah, stupid I know," she said regretfully. "I just...I wanted somebody to talk to."
"Call House, he's naturally grumpy," said Chase.
Cameron's dream flashed through her head. "I'm in love with someone else, and you're in love with House. I don't need you."
"You don't mean that," she said quietly. "I was...having nightmares."
"Oh," said Chase. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really," she said, not even wanting to think about what he would say if she told him that he was killing his own child in her dreams. It would be her own little secret.
"Okay," he said.
"I just wanted to hear your voice...it's...comforting," she said.
"Alright," said Chase. "Are you better now?"
"A little," she admitted. There was a silence.
"Do you want me to come over?" he said. "You don't sound very good."
"No," she said quickly. "No, no...you-you get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning. If I'm there late, I want my coffee black--caffeinated, kay?"
"You never take your coffee black," he said, and Cameron could just picture the quizzical look on his face. "You take your coffee decaf, double milk with a pinch of sugar."
One corner of her mouth twisted up into a smile. "You know my coffee?" she asked.
"No," he answered quickly. "I mean...well, yeah, but I make it every day, you can't expect me to not--"
"I make my own coffee," she retorted, still smiling.
"W-well," spluttered Chase. "You've always had the same coffee, and...I had a crush on you a while back, okay?" he admitted.
"I know," she admitted. "You got nervous when I talked to you about sex."
It was a mark of how much she respected his manhood that she did not point out that she had heard the gulp he so obviously had taken.
"A little," he said. "But every co-worker would be the same--"
"Okay, Chase," she answered smugly. "See you."
"See you," he answered. "Oh, wait," he said. "Are you coming to Australia with me?"
There was a silence. Cameron hadn't thought this over yet.
"If you don't want to, you can just tell me," he said. "I know we're kind of rushing things, and it's only natural that you'd want more time to think about something like this, and I'm really not respecting what you might be feeling right now--"
"No, Chase," she said quickly. "I'd like to come, really...I just...I don't want your family to..." he voice trailed away.
"Yeah?" he said. "To what?"
"To think I'm...some dumb Yankee prostitute who you knocked up after a crazy night at the bar or something," she said, feeling very awkward.
"Okay, first of all, we're Australian, not British; we don't call you Yanks. And second, they're not going to think that," he said. "Trust me, my family can't think beyond their own noses."
"But, everyone observes. It's like House always says, no matter what people do or say, we always make a first impression of people and go from there. I don't...I mean, it's not like it's never going to happen, and it's definitely not like it's never happened before, but...this is different. I'm not just some girl passing by on the street...I'm carrying your child. For all they know, I'm just a pretty little--"
"Stop that, Ali," he said. "You know they won't--"
"Ali?" she said skeptically. "N-no one's called me Ali since I was seven."
"Do you not like it?" he asked. "It was just sort of...impulsive."
"No," she said. "Actually, it's...kind of nice."
She smiled.
"Ali," she said to herself. "I like it." There was a moment's silence before she spoke. "Where to, captain?"
"Melbourne," he said. "I'll get your ticket."
"Okay," she said. "Good night."
"'Night."
As soon as Cameron walked into House's office that day, she knew something was wrong. In fact, something was very wrong.
"Oh, looky-looky what daddy found!" called House loudly, brandishing two rectangular pieces of paper. "My oh my, who could they belong to?"
"House, give them back!" snapped Chase.
"Not until you give me your lunch money!" snapped House.
"What is that?" asked Cameron, looking thoroughly scared.
"Two tickets to Melbourne, Australia, wha'd'ya know?" said House tauntingly, eyes widening, jumping casually out of Chase's reach.
"You brought them to work?" cried Cameron, her hands on her hips.
"I was gonna give them to you! I didn't think he'd go snooping around my briefcase--"
"You're an idiot not to expect it," said Foreman, not looking up from his paper. Chase glared at him.
"He's a nosy ass. Act surprised," sneered Foreman.
"House, give them back," said Cameron angrily, holding out her hand.
"No," he answered simply.
"It's none of your business!" she snapped hotly.
"It is if it means two of my team gone for seven days," he replied.
"That's a load of crap. You didn't steal those tickets because you want us to stay, you stole them because you're a jerk with no sense of personal boundaries."
"Is there a difference?" asked House. "But I was right, then, wasn't I? You did sleep together."
"Yes, alright?" snapped Cameron as Chase opened his mouth to deny it. "And you know what? Just to avoid any further confrontation, I'm pregnant!" she added mockingly, throwing her hands up.
House's eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly.
"Seriously?" he said.
"No!" said Chase quickly. "Cameron--!"
"No, Chase," snapped Cameron. "I'm pregnant. Okay, we done with that? Good. Now hand me the tickets and tell us about the case."
House smirked and handed the tickets back to Chase.
"Cuddy's gonna skin your ass," he sneered to a pale-faced Chase. "Those low-cut tops are just a cover-up for her evil nature."
"Oh good!" said Cameron loudly, pulling out a filter from the shelf. "I was wondering when we'd get to Cuddy's breasts," she hissed.
"You're just jealous he's not talking about yours," said Foreman calmly. Cameron slammed the mug down on the counter, and all three men flinched.
"I'm not jealous of Cuddy!" she shouted. "I know you all think I'm just head over heels for House, but I'm not! So can we just let it go please?"
The other three stared at her, taken aback at her sudden outburst.
"Are...you okay?" asked Foreman tentatively.
"Hormones," House mouthed to him, extravagantly enough so that Cameron could see him. She gave him a death glare.
"I would call you something obscenely vulgar right now along with a series of rude hand gestures, but I'm not in the mood," sneered Cameron.
"Glad to hear it," said House as he stirred his coffee.
A/N: Please check out the banner that I have made for this story. It's the best one I've made so far. Make sure you delete the spaces.
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Also, if you guys wanted the song that Cameron played, it's called "'Deed I Do" by Diana Krall, which was played in Season 2 during the episode "All In".
