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Today Was
Monday was a smile.
"Who is she?" Cameron asked Chase in her head, though she didn't say the words aloud. She'd seen that smile on Chase's face only a few times before, and only ever on Mondays. It was the sign of a weekend well spent, of a nice time at the bar on Saturday night followed by a late morning on Sunday. There had been times that she wished she could have been the cause of it, but now it would be like sleeping with her brother.
Tuesday was a laugh.
"Who is she?" Wilson asked House as they sat together at the lunch table. He didn't need to say who he was talking about; House had heard the laugh as well. Wilson hadn't heard Chase ever laugh that way, a moment of openness and honesty that he'd only ever seen before when Chase spoke of his faith: never a time for mirth. But there it was: open, joyful, accompanied by a smile that reached his eyes.
Wednesday was a sandwich.
"Who is she?" Cuddy asked Chase as she passed his table, outside on the terrace. When he expressed confusion, she gestured vaguely at his lunch. Chase denied the presence of any new woman in his life, leaving Cuddy to shake her head and walk off muttering about how 'everybody lies.'
Thursday was leather gloves.
"Who is she?" Foreman asked Wilson. Wilson wondered why it had taken Foreman until now to notice that there was anything new about Chase; Foreman denied it, saying that he was more surprised that anyone had lasted this long. Or bought Chase anything so nice. Wilson didn't believe him.
Friday was a patient.
"Who is she?" House asked Chase across the patient's open chest. Open heart surgery had been the only option. Chase shrugged, and again denied the presence of any new woman in his life. House caught his eye, held his gaze, and with a little smirk said, "Really?" Chase's blush was all he needed to see.
Saturday was a kiss.
"Who is she?" Michael asked Chase as he passed his boyfriend the brown bag with his lunch.
"Who do you mean?"
Michael pointed up to the upper level. "The girl up there on the... balcony thing. She seems surprised to see me here. With you, I mean."
Chase glanced back. "Oh, that's Cameron. I told about her, remember? I work with her." He gave Michael a quick kiss. "I've got to get back to the clinic. Thanks for lunch. I'll see you tonight?"