A/N: I miss highspeed internet...but anyways! I can hold off reading stories until I get back to school. Hope you guys like this chap, though it will raise questions no doubt...like always ;) ThanksThanksThanks!

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Folding her arms, Cameron fights the urge to sigh. "How long have you been remembering?"

"Past week and a half. Were you ever going to tell me?"

"If I had to. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't believe myself. What happened between us?"

"Not much. How much do you remember?"

"Not much." He sighs, frustrated at this whole mess. Settling down on the exam table in front of her, he raps his knuckles on it, not sure what he wants to know.

"Is there anything you want to know?" she asks tentatively.

Leave it to her to ask the right question. "How did it start? Did you rape me? Dose me?"

"There was a benefit in January and because you posted flyers with Cuddy's face on a Playboy picture, it was a mandatory benefit for you."

"I've done worse," he interrupts, his hand moving to his throbbing leg.

"True."

All he has to do is drink one more drink and he's that much closer to leaving. Turning slightly in his seat, he watches Wilson smoothly twirl Amber and grin that dopey grin at her. His eyes roam across the room in complete boredom, not really expecting to find anything interesting, but then he does. Chase walks into the room, a stunning brunette on his arm who looks nothing like Cameron. It'd been only a month since he'd heard the blonde duo had split, but House hadn't figured Chase to pick up another one so quick. He downed another drink, his head slightly lighter, his hands slightly tingly, and his mind slightly inebriated.

"I switched shifts with another attending who wanted to go, so I was down in the E.R. suturing a girl who'd hit her head on a kitchen cabinet."

"All done. You okay?"

The light haired girl nods her head while peering over her shoulder. Turning, Cameron looks to see what's caught the girl's attention to find him with a silver spoon on his nose.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the benefit?"

"I'm going for a new record. Much more important."

With a glance towards the smiling eight year old, she walks to the same spot he'd first found her after she'd been working in the E.R. His eyes crossed, she wants to smile but doesn't. Instead, she reaches to grab the spoon off his nose only to have her wrist gripped in his right hand.

"You don't want to shatter my dream, do you?"

So close to him, she has to swallow while trying to wrangle her wrist free. "The only dream you have is to be between Carmen Electra's legs. I highly doubt either will come true."

"Ouch, Cameron." He can feel the warmth seeping into his fingers, her blood calming his, and he suddenly drops her hand, not wanting to feel any of these things. Jerking the spoon off his nose, he sticks his tongue out at her to erase the vile feelings. His left hand, hidden until now, comes from behind his back holding a small styrofoam plate with one slice of cool lemon pie.

Resting one hand on the doorframe, she watches him take one slow, moanful bite.

"There are a thousand other places to hide. Why come down here?"

"You're really," he swallows, "missing out on this slice of heaven."

"I'm not a big fan of pie."

"After the girl left with her father, you were still standing there with your pie being nosy."

"Chase was dancing with some stunning brunette."

Her hands halt for just a second in the act of finishing out the girl's file.

"That's good," she replies, hearing him coming closer to her back.

"Between the two of them, they'll knock out everyone on the floor with all their hairspray and gel."

She smiles in spite of herself and finally looks up at where he's trying to sit on the bed. They sit, one writing and the other smacking his lips before she stops.

"You really don't like pie? You, Cameron?"

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"Pretty much," he shrugs, tearing his gaze away from hers to look around at the unusually quiet place.

"It's seems a little quick for him to be with some other girl, especially since he's been in love with you for--."

"He's over it. I'm over it. It's not so hard to believe."

"You kidding me? Everyone's still talking about the Chameron split."

"God, I hate that name."

"Hey, I came up with that."

"Figures."

"This new girl really doesn't get to you, does she?"

"It's his life. He can do what he wants."

"You're happy he's found someone else a month after you split?"

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

Tapping the plate with his spoon, he watches her close the file, walk to the main station, place it on the other files, and walk back. Her blonde hair is in one of her neat buns, professional and strict, and all he can think of is pulling it loose.

"Let me try a bite."

"What?"

"Can I have a taste before it's all gone?"

Slowly, he moves the plate in her direction but at the last second, when her fingers touch the plate, he pulls it back towards him.

"Psyche!" he says as he takes the last bite.

"House!"

"Calm down. There's this diner just a few blocks away from here with even better pie. Your next break I'll take you to go get a slice."

"I didn't know what to think about your offer. I don't think you did either because after you said it, you looked a little surprised. But I couldn't refuse and that was my fault." She looks down for a few seconds. "After that, you avoided me for a week before accosting me at lunch and making me pay for yours. I didn't tell anyone what was going on and neither did you. Two and a half months later I ended it."