Day to Day

Author: BookwormKiwi

Disclaimer: Not mine, but we have strong imaginations.

Pairings: I thought that would've been obvious. Chase/Cam, House/Cam

A/N: Set after Kids. Edited from original version, but only slightly.

Chapter 1: Day 1, 7am

Chase thumped his alarm clock violently, trying to get the ringing out of his ears. He reluctantly flung the sheets off, and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

He blinked a couple of times when he opened the blinds, light pouring in.

His hands ran through his hair as he made his way towards the bathroom. Yawning, he ran his toothbrush under the running tap and proceeded his daily morning routine.

Only semi-consciously, did Chase eat his breakfast of hastily buttered bread. He hadn't had a great night, due to an early morning phone call that had interrupted his usual sleeping pattern.

It seemed that Foreman had thought it important enough to wake Chase at 3:45 to tell him that House and Cameron were going out. Why the hell he thought it important, Chase didn't know. Chase also wondered how Foreman had found his home number. Chase only gave him his mobile number, and for emergency use only.

It must be an American thing, he thought. He couldn't remember another time someone had looked around for a phone number he hadn't given them, and called up at – actually, yes he could. Perhaps not an American thing, then. Just an idiot thing.

"And this couldn't have waited till tomorrow?" he had sighed sleepily.

"Cameron just told me," Foreman admitted, "and I got a little excited."

"You didn't mind being woken up so early?" Chase asked incredulously. He was fighting the strong urge to hang up and fall back in bed.

"I…wasn't asleep."

"What the hell are you doing at this hour?"

"Doesn't matter," Foreman replied lightly. "What do you think?"

"I think I need to go to bed."

"About House and Cameron?" he persisted.

"Ah…great," Chase mumbled, not really paying attention.

There was silence at the other end of the phone.

"Great?" Foreman asked after a while. "I thought you liked her."

"I do, but…" Chase said, now feeling more awake.

"But you wouldn't have a chance," Foreman said, finishing his sentence.

"Who says I don't?" Chase asked indignantly. Foreman sighed.

"You said it yourself," he said.

"I said no such thing!"

"You were about to," Foreman told him, "and besides, she's totally wrapped in House."

Once again, there was silence. And it wasn't just from lack of sleep.

"Chase?"

"Yeah?"

"You ok?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I just thought…" Foreman started hesitantly.

"Why the hell did you tell me if you thought it'd upset me?" Chase asked. His tiredness was creating frustration.

"Like I said," Foreman continued, in his nonchalant manner, "I got a bit excited. I thought you would be too."

Chase rolled his eyes. Foreman had just expressed two contradicting opinions in about three sentences.

"Fine. How's this? What? No way!" Chase cried, trying to sound energized. "House would never agree!

"How's that?" he asked again, dully, struggling not to drop off.

"Better," Foreman agreed, though sounding rather unconvinced.

"Is that why Cameron quit?" Chase tried to appear uninterested, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. "So they could go out?"

"No, it's why she's coming back," Foreman told him, his voice brightening.

"What?" Chase couldn't help but sound enthusiastic. "She's coming back?"

"Yeah. House went to offer her job back, and she took it, on the condition that he went to dinner with her."

"Cameron did that?" Chase asked. To him, it just didn't sound…Cameron.

"She's getting desperate."

Chase didn't want to hear anymore, and not just because it had gone 4.

"We have work tomorrow," he said wearily. "It's 4 am. I'm going to bed."

Chase could hear Foreman start to protest, but didn't care, and hung up, pulling the sheets up again, rolling over, to try to get back to sleep.