Disclaimer: Refer to chapter 11.

A/N: I was watching a Startek movie yesterday which led me to discover that captain James T. Kirk and Denny Crane from the show Boston Legal were portrayed by the same actor. No, I did not know that before. I have also discovered, to my great surprise, that the actor who played Samantha Jones in Sex and the City also had a role in said movie, as a Vulcan, no less. It was one of those Ooooh moments, which makes you see the reality in a completely different light. Anyway, I was so inspired by that fact, that I started writing this chapter at 1:30 am and have finished it mere 2 hours later and if I may say so, it is quite good.


Chapter 12

Cameron walked into her apartment, Chase close behind her. She practically jumped out of her skin as he closed the door much louder than necessary. She turned around to face him and asked him in a worried tone, "Something wrong?"

He answered her, his voice baring strong traces of sarcasm, "I don't know, you tell me."

She was honestly confused and at a loss of what to say, "What?"

The look he was giving her could be best described as reproachful and his tone almost mocking, "Is there anything you would like to share with me, Allison?"

To Chase she appeared genuinely confused, but in reality her insides were churning with adrenaline rush, she dreaded this.

He wasn't fooled by her innocent façade, he knew better than that. He was there and saw the deed with his own eyes.

"Anything interesting happened in, oh I don't know, last few days?" he asked nonchalantly.

She shook her head, "What?"

He had enough of this, his voice rose with anger, "Don't play with me Allison! You kissed him. Were you even planning to tell me or did you think it wouldn't interest me?!"

Her worst fears came true; she was cornered and saw no way out.

"How…"

"Don't even try to deny it," he continued with spite, "I saw the whole thing."

Her head was buzzing with this new information and she desperately tried to make sense of it, "How… I didn't see you..."

"That was the whole point…" he answered condescendingly.

"What?"

"I didn't trust you, so I asked House to kiss you to see how you'll react. Apparently I was right," despite everything you could hear triumph in his voice.

"You did what?!" she yelled appalled.

"You don't get to be angry at me! You were the one who cheated on me and evidently did so guilt-free," he yelled back.

"You didn't trust me enough to… I can't believe you did this!"

"Oh, don't give me that saint act. I think you've proven quite clearly that you're anything but."

She lowered her head in shame, her voice barely above a whisper now, "I would have told you…"

"When," he asked indignantly, "a year from now, when it wouldn't matter anymore? Or maybe after you bedded him, so that you'd really have something to tell me."

"I would never…" she tried to assure him vehemently.

"You'd never what?"

"I didn't… I was so tired and he… he was different somehow and before I knew it he…"

She sighed with despair, pleading now, "I'm really sorry Chase."

Her voice was thick with tears, "I never meant for this to happen."

He huffed, "Of course and I bet it didn't mean anything to you either, right?"

She jumped at that mitigation like a life raft, "It didn't."

Anger was replaced by sadness in Chase's voice, "Once there was a time when I wanted to believe you… It's over."

He turned around and she could only helplessly watch him walk out on her, words of justification and apology stuck in her throat.

As the door closed, she was left standing in the middle of her apartment, silent tears streaming down her face.


A/N: You know what, I think I'm giving the guy too much credit. On the other hand, the writers have decided to treat the characters like pre-schoolers lately and I simply cannot bring myself to stoop to that level.