Chapter 4: Emotions.

Rating: T, Mild swearing, and kissing!
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Chapter Summary: Oooh, Cameron/Chasers and Cameron/Housers will be delighted in this one! Hoorah! Oh the romance, the drama! I'll calm down now. Okay. Cameron ponders about her feelings for both House and Chase, and is confused.

Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the characters in this story (with the exception of the patients). Nor do I own 'House, M.D.' the show or this website (duh).
Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated, I was sick. Keep reviewing, or I won't keep adding chapters! Thanks to reviewers.


The next day, Chase and Cameron were in House's office, staring blankly at the symptoms scribbled over the whiteboard.

Cameron leaned back on the chair and closed her eyes.

"We're never gonna solve this one. And even if we did, it won't be anything good. It's either a movement disorder or a degenerative brain disease." she said.

"You know House only does this to annoy us?" Chase said, irritably.

"He can't do everything he does just to annoy us."

Chase scoffed.

"Why does Foreman get to go home, anyway?" he finally said.

"He's not feeling well."

"Probably not feeling like working when House's in such a shitty mood. What happened to make him so angry anyway?"

Cameron felt like opening up to Chase, telling him how weird it was that House actually was a father, and how sorry she felt for Tally. But she couldn't.

"I have no idea." she finally said.

"Maybe Stacey told him to stop stalking her." Chase joked.

She rolled her eyes, but smiled.

There was a pause for a while.

"Hey, about the other week…" Chase started.

"Seriously, I don't want to talk about it."

"Sorry, I just thought…"

"Don't."

There was another long pause.

"You know I probably don't have it…"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight."

"You probably don't either."

"Yeah, but it was my fault you might."

"You should have taken the week off."

"What's that going to do?"

"I don't know, it just…I'm sorry, I shouldn't of mentioned it."

"No, it's okay."

"Are you?"

Cameron thought for a moment.

"Yeah."

"You don't have to pretend you're fine, you know."

"I'm not pretending."

"You don't…"

"House should be here soon."

"Allison…"

Chase found himself getting closer and closer to Cameron, and the space between them getting smaller and smaller till there was none left.

Don't be stupid, Cameron thought to herself, but she couldn't stop.

"Found anything yet? If you haven't I'll…" said a familiar voice.

House had limped in.

Cameron tore herself away from Chase, not quite knowing what had just happened.

House's eyes widened. He racked his brain for some sarcastic comment to cut the tension and hide his emotions but he couldn't. Everone just stood there dumbly, until

Cameron decided to do a classic subject change.

"House...um, we haven't found anything as of yet, but if…" she began.

"Unless 'getting it on' with Dr. Chase is what you're researching, I think I already know you haven't found anything."

Cameron felt her face burn red of embarrassment and didn't know exactly what to say. So she ran.

House looked on after her.

"Chase…"

"Look, I'm sorry it won't happen agai-…"

"Less apology, more diagnosis."

House said it as if nothing had happened.


Cameron ran on her treadmill in her apartment, as she always did when she was confused and angry. She didn't know what to do, or how she felt. She had grown to love House, even with his broken heart and just plain sarcasm, but this time with Chase she had no excuse: she wasn't high, drunk or anything else that could effect her judgement.

She realised her face was damp and stinging with tears. Finally, the tears were too much and she stopped and collapsed, sobbing. The mascara ran down her face and dripped onto the carpet. Cameron stayed there on the floor crying until she heard the doorbell ring. In a fluster, she tried to wipe away the tears and practised a fake smile then opened the door.

It was House.

"Hi." he said bluntly.

"Dr. House, I didn't kno-…"

"You know why I'm here."

"Actually, I don't…"

"Oh stop all your pretending!"

Cameron gave a scared puppy-dog look and felt the tears in her eyes again.

"Tell me what's wrong. Tell me what happened to you. Tell me why you're so…damaged."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Don't give me that crap."

Cameron's heart raced. She could never tell him about her past. She could never tell anyone.

"You married somebody who was dying, Cameron. Nobody knows much else about your past. About who you really are."

"You don't tell anyone about your past," she defended.

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

"Chase and I…we had….we made a mistake," Cameron finally said, "About a week ago."

"I know." House said, to Cameron's shock.

"Dr. House, I know it's been a bit awkward between us, since…"

"Yeah."

"But…I do still like you. A lot." Cameron could hardly believe she was saying it.

"I…" House began, but he stopped himself. Telling her about how he really felt would ruin everything.

"You do?"

It was too late, Cameron had a knack for reading people's thoughts from their eyes. There was no going back after this.

"Yeah…"

"But…Stacey…"

"I don't know."

They were close now, gazing into each other's eyes.

"I have to go." House said. And he left.