Phoenix
T.V. Show: House MD
Pairing: Chase/Cameron
Author: Foxes' Dreams
Summary: Tense with the anguish of spiritual struggle, Chase is no longer able to defeat the trauma of being alone. Even though he had been missing Cameron's cautious whispers of innocence and complexity, her return might be the real approach of doom.
Chapter 10 - Volatile
In the sorely overcrowded room, Fred was marching relentlessly, pertinent questions tempting his mendacious tongue.
After no more than a second of searching, he spotted a largely limbed figure, much familiar to him from the fatalistic night. He was well determined to end this pestiferous assemble, with the price of his own revelation.
Sweeping two large cans of nonalcoholic beverage from the bar, he walked towards the man, who was sitting still, checking his phone, showing just playful wit.
"So, mate, have you been to that ending party? It was quite a dud," Fred approached him with intent, placing the two bottles on the bistro-styled with a soft thud.
"Oh, I was there. What a stupid fight. It's always like that in love triangles, two stupid male lovers fighting for supremacy," The brunette male answered rather maliciously, gulping largely and greedily from one bottle, without any polite introductions.
"Do you think that was between them?" Fred asked incredulously, mimicking perfectly an odd kind of pleasurable excitement. He tried to keep himself from commenting, diving in sepulchral quietness.
"Of course. All the men were looking at the doctor's moves and the blonde guy just thought she had to be his propriety," A pair of stonily hazel eyes transfixed Fred, muttering words with slight disgust and offensive certainty.
"Oh, I get it. Doctors, by definition, tend to be overbearing," Fred said, battling his own demons. "Have you heard about the whole drug deal?" He inquired rapidly, not pondering the impact of his questions.
The zealous man cracked his digits nervously, before bursting aloud. "No! Something related to that?"
"Yep. Actually, the girl had been drugged by the tall, chestnut-haired guy," Fred explained, avoiding with carefulness the sententious details that would unmask his knowledge and opinion.
"Wow! Really? From what I've heard, it sounded to be just a romance dalliance," His rosy lips furrowed, trying to correct his mistake immediately.
"It was far more serious," Fred said convincingly, putting extreme emphasis on his words.
Exactly as relaxation started to overcome his body and the hazy scent of the liquid grew heavier, Fred realized that his last line wasn't just an incalculable attempt to mischief.
"What have you heard exactly?" He asked noisily, raising his head triumphantly.
"I heard that tall guy telling someone else to take care of the situation. I thought he was referring to beat the blonde guy a little bit, but he sounded deadly serious," The imposing figure recounted vivaciously, his fingers dancing on the edge of the bottle.
"Where is the guy right now?" Fred asked suspiciously fast, concern and worry settling in the pit of his stomach.
"Ever since yesterday, he has been breaking in room like crazy. He already marked an entire floor," The guy stated with redemption, the revelation making goosebumps arise on Fred's skin.
His pupils dilated, tremors were seizing his body and in a blink, he was already running, an incessant volume of blood pulsing in his veins.
"Hey! Where are you going? The beer is turning warm," A fading voice shouted, the fancy and humorist huff bypassing Fred completely.
In that moment, it was just him, the linoleum bouncing against gravity, his labored breath and pure desire.
The isolated chamber from the fifth floor was succumbing itself with a sterile odor, the silence was striking. Chase was doing nothing but stare blankly at the old and rustily colored wallpaper, stroking without stop the growing stubble on his jaw. He was acutely aware of the distance evading them, always loitering to bring his faze upright.
"Chase-" Cameron started shyly, clearing with moisture the slightly sore throat. "We really have to talk. I know the pregnancy reveal was traumatic for you, but you have to cope with it. Otherwise, it will eat away from you," She exhaled loudly, hermetically closing her eyelids. His uncharacteristic lack of response startled in her a rush of adrenaline, eyes filling inconsequently with unshed tears.
Chase only frowned deeply, massaging his forehead forcefully, almost drawing himself to the verge of pain and forgetting.
"There's nothing to be talked about. The fetus is dead, we missed our chance," He said ultimately, standing up abruptly, seeking with despair to escape this barbaric torture. Chase was gulping greedily oxygen.
"What chance?" Cameron asked flabbergasted. With a deaf tension and despotic pressure settling in her joints, she raised herself on the lilac bed, supporting her head on the maroon and lithely undecorated headboard.
"The chance to be parents, Allison. Long time ago, that was our aim," Chase turned in her direction, vicious coldness propagated from his flint blue eyes.
He was drearily fighting his own demons, rage threatening to defeat. All his past visions were sadistically crumbling into ashes. Flippant and rambunctious, he clenched his beard, awaiting the surprise to clear off from her stunned face.
"We would have got back together if I had told you I was pregnant?" Cameron asked brokenly. Fueled by human affection, she watched Chase's face soften.
"We would have worked on it," He started cautiously, sitting on the edge of the canopy with a gentile swish. "I would have done anything to see my son or daughter happy," Chase declared atrociously slow, watching his confession reverberating in the whole body which started to tremor visibly.
"I know. God, I'm so sorry," Cameron sobbed incoherently, tears flowing freely with vernal freshness. She tried vainly to mask the tears with the back of her palm, her entirety drowning in the saline solution.
"Look, you have nothing to apologize for. It wasn't meant to be. You couldn't have known that he was going to stab you. He earned your trust," Chase placed two robust and straight fingers under her chin, their gazes meeting in an electrifying symbiosis.
"I had just found out a few days before it happened. A part of me was guiding me back into your arms, the other one was telling me to stay as far away as possible," Cameron said decisively, catching in a fierce, vilely grip his wrist.
Conjoined with their hands, both pairs of eyes dancing with lust and nostalgia, they were one. After years of lost endearment, a scintillating chance was in their horizon.
"I was always willing to talk to you. Especially when it regards a person coming from my blood," Chase whispered soothingly, restraining at only few centimeters from her warming face.
"I've never doubted you. And neither did your son," Cameron said with sincerity glittering in her eyes. The scent radiating from his proximity was overwhelming and common, bringing her back to the luminous past, where they were profusely happy. They were stilled, keeping their bodies at bay and secluding themselves just to feel, without distance, shyness or painful regret.
"So, you're sure it would have been a boy?" Chase asked with a secluded sigh. He was nowhere willing to escape the earthly splendor of her lips.
"Or a little girl with blue eyes and wavy blonde hair," Cameron grinned vividly, cupping with warmth his embossed cheekbone. Soon, a shade of sadness washed over her. "But I lost it," Cameron chocked, feeling just guilt and congestion forming in her mouth.
"Hey, don't torment yourself over that. You don't have control over the craziness and recklessness of other people. I'm not judging you," Chase reassured gently, his hot and aromatic breath tingling her responsive skin, just below her chin.
"I know, it's just hard to cope with it. It's like I managed to destroy a major part of your soul," Cameron justified herself into words, lowering her gaze momentarily as eyes filled with dread and droll incongruity.
"I forgave you. Everything you did was honorable and no one couldn't have seen such an assault coming," Chase said with avowed intention. His gaze was constantly trying to match her eyesight, to seek her undisclosed desires. "As weird as it may sound, there are other ways to have a family. Maybe someday, that will come for us, too," He continued more enthusiastically, seeing that her balmy and baleful glances were towards him.
"Us?" Cameron exclaimed with half-amusement, half-compunction, shooting her eyebrows.
"Oh, I - I didn't mean that, not collective," Chase stammered to correct himself, swearing mutely under his breath, convicting the sudden euphoric vision that overtook him.
"No, don't correct yourself. I would have said the same," Cameron replied oddly calmly, as though embracing the prospect with serene leisure. Her eyes were sparkling with a sort of hope and certainty Chase had never seen previously.
Their lips, which were sorely parted in keen expectancy, touched, glamorous sparks flying around. The elixir was heady, intoxicatingly engaging them both. The shared kiss was unique, unlike anything they had ever ladled, slow, delicate, devoid of even the barest complications.
Their labored breaths were gasping in unison, craving the feathery approach once more. Their eyes, dilated with mixed emotions and dizzy with the spell of bodily approach, met intensely. Just as the passion was recoiling, an erratic beeping sound breaking the mesmerizing moment.
"Sorry, I have to pick up. It's Fred," Chase said silently, grazing the side of Cameron's angelic face with his thumb.
With Cameron's aligned gaze following him consciously, Chase bolted out of bed, guiding his vibrating phone to his ear, still guarded by celestial joy. He was in no mood for bandying talk.
"What's up?" He chirped loudly, furrowing his slightly swollen and scarlet lips.
"Man, it is not good, it's awful. The guy has an alliance and he is trying to find you both. He's now rummaging through the third floor and the back door is secured. You need to run away, stat!" Fred ordered, utter despair laving his words. He was also gesticulating wildly. With the heart jouncing barbarically in his chest and sequestrated in a dark corner of the diner, he was beyond recognition, losing temper and self-control synchronizingly.
"And where do we go?" Chase asked blatantly, baffled and bewildered, lost in this horrendous maze. Cameron was confused as well, already feeling herself falling from the verge of precipice.
"To a motel in the middle of nowhere. You have to stay there until I manage to put him on the wrong trace," Fred ordered impatiently, avoiding to beguile the tedious hours. Even the passing seconds were crucial.
Dropping his phone abruptly, Chase scooped Cameron up with energetic and panicky force, aloofness taking over his control. Striding to the parking lot with inhuman pace, he was glad to find all the hallways completely deserted, no even a scarce trace of person surprising them. They were speeding on the highway moments later, clinging onto each other for support.
Finding themselves entrapped in another monochromatic and inodorous chamber, Chase and Cameron could only envision the worst, both trembling with coldness and dreary fear.
"I'm so scared, Chase. What if we don't make it?" Cameron inquired with compelling force, hiding behind the fluffiness of the blanket she was desperately holding onto.
"I'll get us both to Princeton safe and sound, I promise," Chase answered, coming to stand on the bed, sensing the connotative damage installing in her heart.
"Hold me, please?" She asked brokenly, looking at him with genuine repugnance.
In the middle of the night, with the two holding each other with enamored earnestness, the screen of Chase's phone lit strangely, signaling the arrival of a message, which was truly atrocious.
If you want to play games, we are going to play games. But be prepared to lose.
They couldn't take the world tonight, after all.
Author's Note: Unfortunately, I have to leave promptly for the capital tomorrow and then another literary project awaits me. This means the next update will be in two weeks. I'm sorry for the delay, but the whole paraphernalia of trying to sit a proficient exam is wearing me off.
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