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Chapter 4: Secrets

The three ducklings sat in the diagnostics lounge the next day, with nothing to do. They sent the patient home earlier that morning and now they were caseless.

Chase set down his crossword and looked at Cameron. "So, Cameron, how'd you break your arm when you were 16?" He asked.

"I've been wondering that too," Foreman chimed in.

"Well, I snuck-"

"Oh, story time," House teased entering the lounge.

"Do we have another case?" Cameron asked.

"No, I just want to hear this." He sat down in the nearest chair. "Okay, continue."

"I snuck out of my house one night to go see my boyfriend…"

"Going to have a little fun?" House joked.

"Anyways, when I got there, my best friend answered the door."

"Cat fight!"

"It was midnight or so and I just ran for it. I ran across a street without paying attention."

Chase's heart started thudding harder in his chest.

"I was hit by a car."

"Did you hit it back?" House asked.

"I just laid there on the cold ground while the driver got out. He was some punk kid about my age. Australian, blonde hair, green eyes. Basically a mini version of Chase."

Foreman and House shot a look over at Chase who shrugged.

"He left after he called an ambulance. Said that he would be dead if he got into more trouble. I hated it when he left."

Chase looked over at her. "Why?"

"I felt safe with him. I don't know why. I mean, he had just hit me with his car. Yet, I felt protected with him."

"Cameron, did you happen to like this mysterious savior?" House asked.

"I thought he was kind of cute. But I never saw him again."

You wanna bet? Chase thought.

"Yeah…" She stood up. "I'll be right back."

Once she left the room, House and Foreman turned to Chase. "What?" He asked.

"Don't act like we don't know," House replied.

"Don't know what?" Chase asked.

"The fact that you hit Cameron with your car," Foreman said.

"Look, I was 16, I was stupid. It was dark, and she was wearing black."

"You hit her with your car and you ran off?" Foreman questioned.

"Look, I just had my license revoked, I stole my dad's car, and I hit her. I wasn't going to get into trouble because this girl I didn't even know wanted me to stay."

"And people say that I'm a pain in the ass," House added.

"Guys it was so long ago, I'm surprised she even remembers."

"Of course she'd remember," Foreman snapped. "You broke her arm."

"Not to mention that she'd been betrayed by her friend and boyfriend that same night. Don't you just feel like scum?" House asked.

"Like I said, it was an accident."

"At least we know one thing," Foreman noted, "she likes you."

"What?" Chase snapped.

"She liked you when you hit her," House added.

"No, she didn't like me, she liked her mysterious savior."

"It's the same thing," Foreman said.

"But she doesn't know that, now does she?" House told them.

"And it's going to stay that way."

"Whatever you say, Boss," House said sarcastically.

The three became quiet as Cameron entered the room.

"What?" She asked, realizing they were staring at her.

"Nothing," they replied in unison.

AN: Oh the suspense! Anyways, please R&R!