TAKE IT ALL AWAY
Chapter 2
After the events of 'Hunting' I thought I'd expand A little. Since there are so few Chase/Cameron fics I thought I'd write one and see how it goes…
Chase returned to Cameron's apartment that evening expecting her to be asleep on the couch like she'd been the other few days she'd gone home sick, yet the blankets were still where they'd been when he'd left and no one was on the couch.
"Must be sleeping," he assumed, heading toward the bedroom.
It was dark. "Allison?" he whispered into the darkness. He moved to the bed, finding it empty he switched the lights on. "Where are you?" he asked the apparently empty apartment.
He went to check the rest of the house for any clue as to where she might be. A note was on the kitchen table. He picked it up, unfolded it
"Chase-
I'm sorry I had to leave. Please don't try to find me. It will only make this more difficult.
-Cameron" he read aloud. The informality of the letter worried him; she hardly ever called him Chase anymore, only when they were at work.
"What could finding her make difficult?" he wondered to himself.
He sighed, picking up the phone and calling her cell. There was no answer, a message saying the number had been disconnected was the only reply.
The next call he made was to House as Cameron's problems generally involved him. Apparently House wasn't answering his phone again so Chase began leaving a message. "House. Have you heard from Cameron, she's not at her place and I don't know where else she could be-" he was cut off when House picked up the phone.
"She transferred out." He replied.
Chase in a temporary state of shock stayed silent for almost a minute. "Did she say why?" he asked panicked.
House sighed. "Normally I would find the fact that your so worried rather amusing but.."
Now it was Chase's turn to cut House off. "Did she?" he repeated.
"Okay, Okay… No need to get snippy. You know your British accent goes into over-drive when you get mad…" he strayed off topic.
"House!" Chase growled into the receiver.
"No she didn't. And she didn't tell me where she was going either." He said.
Chase let out a defeated sigh, hanging up the phone.
The next day after getting no sleep what-so-ever, Chase approached the glass doors of the differential diagnosis room. Foreman and House were already there.
"What happened to you. I've seen patients that have gotten hit by buses look mire alert than you do," Foreman said, which was not a great help to Chase.
Chase glared at him. "I'm assuming that they got to sleep…" he growled back.
House chose now to but in. "If you two plan on fighting this out, take it in the hall. I can sell tickets that way..." he said, turning to the whiteboard.
Okay… that was kinda short but, yeah, I'm still deciding where I'm going with this. Thanx for all the reviews, I'll update again soon!