Disclaimer: I don't own House, although Chase is on my wishlist…

Chapter 3: Broken

Chase was in the diagnostics lounge doing on of his crosswords when Cameron came in. "Morning Foreman, morning Chase…" She mumbled going towards the counter, a cup of coffee on her mind.

"Morning," Foreman replied.

Chase stood up and walked over to her. He observed her pouring her coffee with her left hand. "Wouldn't it be easier to pour that with your left hand?" He asked smugly.

She shot him an ugly glare. "Do you have a point of being here or are you just being annoying?"

He sighed. "I check your X-Rays."

"Didn't I tell you that my arm was fine?" She said, matter-of-factly.

"Yes you did," he replied, hesitating while a smile formed on her lips. "But you were wrong," he added.

Her smile faded. "What?"

"There's a hairline fracture in your forearm."

She shook her head. "You're making this up. You don't want to be wrong so you're saying that I have a hairline fracture." She turned away to sit down.

Chase followed her. "Cameron, this isn't about competition. It's about the fact that you're hurt. If you don't believe me, see for yourself. The X-rays are on the table."

Cameron slumped down into the couch and grabbed the X-Rays. Pulling them from the package and holding them to the light, she looked back at Chase. "Fine, you were right."

Chase leaned towards her. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. What was that?"

"You were right."

He stood up. "Now that that's done, let's get that arm into a cast."

She stood and followed him. "You really are a self-involved ass sometimes."

"Whatever you say. I have no reason to provoke you."

"Sure you never have a reason but you always provoke me."

"I need something to keep me busy when we don't have a case or when House isn't on our asses."

She rolled her eyes as he took into a separate room. She sat down on the table as he got out the materials. "It's strange being on the other side of the medical system…"

"Well, you broke your arm before, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I was 16. I wasn't a doctor yet."

He soaked the mold and walked over to her, molding it to her arm. "How'd you break your arm when you were 16?"

She sighed. "Well… It's a long story."

"We have the time."

"I had snuck out of my hou-" She stopped as the door opened and House hobbled in.

"Chase, the patient's seized. Come on," House mumbled.

"I'm busy at the moment, have Foreman help," Chase replied.

"He's busy too. A nurse will finish up with Cameron. Sorry to break up your make-out time."

Chase looked at Cameron before following House.

Cameron entered the diagnostics lounge and sat down next to Chase. "How's the patient?" She asked.

"Just fine," he replied, staring at a crossword, before quickly joting down an answer. He set down his stuff before turning to face her. "So you were about to explain how you broke your arm those many, many years ago."

She glared at him. "Keep in mind we're the same age. But so anyways, I snuck out of my house to g-"

Foreman came into the lounge. "Chase, they need us," he said.

"Fine," he mumbled, standing.

Cameron stood as well. "I can help too."

"No, Cameron," Foreman replied. "Stay here, rest your arm."

"But-"

"Don't worry about it," he said as he and Chase left.

She fell back onto the couch. Her spirits falling as well.

AN: Poor Cameron… Anyways, please R&R!