Chapter 5: Decisions, Decisions…

Rating: T, for very mild swearing, and themes.
Note to Non-House-ers: If you do not watch House, M.D., please feel free to read my fanfic, but it may prove useful to read some background info. Google House.

Chapter Summary: Cameron dreams about Chase (no not that way, you dirty minded people!) and basically tells him to 'bugger off' (that's Chase's own language)!

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: Wrote this chapter while I was in a depressive state! Sorry if I make you all question the meaning of life or something…anyway, I'm making a sequel after I finish this, so look forward to that!


Cameron sat on her couch and stared at the door for a while, as if she thought that if she stared long enough, House would come back. But he didn't.

Cameron cupped her head in her hands. She had a headache, and decided that this could be the excuse for not going to work tomorrow. She fell asleep.


Dr. Cameron was in a funeral parlour, which she was quick to remember as the one where her husband had his service. People were giving her flowers, condolences…the usual rubbish that people thought would cheer her up. 'Are you okay?' they asked, so she put on a brave smile, nodded, and thanked them for the flowers. Just like a robot, except this robot was screaming on the inside. She walked over to the coffin, though her mind was yelling at her not to. She looked inside…it was Chase…


Cameron woke from her cell phone ringing. It was her cousin, Elle.

"Hello?" Cameron answered, still groggy from her sleep.

"Hi Lis, did I wake you? It's only 6 o'clock…" said the bubbly voice on the other line.

"Oh…no, I was just having a bit of a nap."

Cameron hadn't realised how long she'd been sleeping.

"Okay, well I hope you're rested now, 'cause I'm cooking you dinner at my place!"

"Your place? You brought a home?"

"Yeah! That's what I came to tell you before, until your grumpy boss kicked me out. I don't understand why you don't just quit."

"Dr. House is a very good doctor…"

"Whatever. Anyway, I'll meet you outside your apartment block in about 10 minutes to drive you to my place."

"Okay. See you then."

Cameron hung up and groaned.

Although she loved seeing Elle, she couldn't help but feel slightly jealous over her life: she had the husband, the baby girl, the car, and now the house.

House.

Cameron had almost forgotten.

She decided she needed a break from it all, and got ready to go.

Cameron opened the door.

To her surprise, a fist punched her eye ("Shit!"), then she heard:

"Allison! Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't even see you there!"

It was Chase.

"What the…Chase? Oww…" Cameron moaned, as Chase took her inside and found the ice pack to put on her eye.

"I was knocking at the door, then you opened it…"

"You think?"

"Oh my God…I'm so sorry!"

"Oww…why are you here anyway?" Cameron asked, annoyed.

"I thought we needed to talk, since…"

"Well we don't. There's nothing to talk about…"

"I just thought…"

"Well you were wrong, okay? We were wrong."

"But we don't have partners…"

"You don't have a partner. I do. I made a sacred vow and I broke it. I cheated on my husband." Cameron said, convincing herself.

"Allison, you're husband's…"

"I disrespected his memory."

"But Allison…"

"What is it you want from me? Is it love? Because I won't give you that. I can't give you that."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Just go, Robert."

"But…"

"Go. Please."

Chase shook his head.

"All right. Fine." he said. And he slammed the door behind him.

He didn't yell, he just spoke. Chillingly. But that was what Cameron wanted, for him to leave. And he had.

So why wasn't she happy?