Chapter 11

Disclaimer: Ha ha ha ha! I mock all those who actually thought it was mine!

A/N: I refuse to change to American spellings, so live with all the extra 'u's in favourite and colour!

"Duck…duck…duck…"

"Pick someone already; you've been circling us like a shark for 10 minutes!"

"I'm just too…" He yawned. "…damn tired."

House had even gone from giving them all a hard rap on the skull, to a gentle tap on each person's head as he went around the group. They had given up on Truth or Dare when Chase refused to tell them his favourite colour ("It's not pink!" he insisted, though, when everyone had looked from him, to each other, to a bright pink candle sitting in the middle of the circle.).

"Duck…duck…" Cameron was feeling drowsy as the words slowly drummed themselves into her mind. She closed her eyes sleepily, but was brought sharply back to reality was a fist knocked the top of her head. House was circling again.

"Sit down," she said irritably. "There's no point playing; nobody wants to."

House obliged without a word. Cameron wondered for a moment why they had chosen House to have his turn first. It was clear as he sat that his leg was cramping up painfully.

"Wilson?" Cameron whispered to her left, where Wilson's head was nodding.

"Yeah?" he replied without opening his eyes.

"Where'd you put House's Vicodin?"

Cameron could sense House's ears prick up as he heard his favourite word.

"Away," Wilson mumbled.

"Please," she begged, "he needs them."

It was a true sign of the situation they were in that House did not join in and make things worse.

Wilson grudgingly reached in his coat pocket, and withdrew a small bottle, tossing it over to House, who caught it readily, opened it, and took several pills at once.

Cameron almost looked pityingly at House, but thought better of it. He looked incredibly worn out, slumped against a rack of clothes beside her. Cameron looked around, the others all looking the same.

Some were asleep; Foreman, Cuddy, and Wilson. Cameron could see that Chase's eyes were still open. He was flat on his back, his chest moving steadily up and down, his eyes reflecting the candle light.

As Cameron turned back to look at House, she saw he'd fallen asleep, too, in his uncomfortable looking position. She suddenly felt the urge to take off her jacket and lay it over him, like they did in movies, but she didn't, and tried desperately to bite back her laughter.

She almost managed, letting out only a soft snort, which drew Chase's head to turn her way. Shaking hers, she gave him a small smile, which he returned weakly, before he rolled his head back, sighed, and closed his eyes.

In her sleepiness, Cameron forgot about the uncleanliness of the floor, and let herself slide down. It wasn't the most restful places to sleep, but it would do. She could see House breathing routinely out of the corner of her eye, and she smiled to herself. All in all, it hadn't been a bad night.

A/N: I thought that would be the last chapter! But no, I had to end it there; it was such a good spot. And I can't finish there, can I? I'm so sorry it was short.

Wow! I'm extremely proud of myself; look at those lovely paragraphs with no dialogue!

Livetoeat06: So you're a Chase/Cam shipper too! I like them all, really…I agree with the age thing. What accent? Are you saying you can hear him say it? Chase is the easiest to write, and I like trying to slip in some Aussie slang…except most well brought up Australian's learn to speak the Queen's English.

TPolTucker: Yep, I think you are the only Wilson/Cam supporter! Well, I like it, yes, but I don't normally write it. I might, one day. Can you explain exactly what an M/M is? Is it Male/Male, kinda the same thing as slash?

GallopGirl: I think Chase/Cam is actually more sensible than House/Cam. I mean, look at the age differences. But House/Cam is still my fave.