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Chapter 6: Discovery

Cameron sat on the couch in the lounge and sipped her coffee exhaustingly. With lack of sleep from the night before, she was in no mood to put up with Chase or House. But she didn't have a choice.

House hobbled into the lobby and went for the coffee. "Morning, Cameron," he said cheerfully. He smiled as she shot him an ugly glare. "Not Mary Sunshine this morning? What a shame." He limped over to the couch and sat next to her. "Where's my other ducklings?"

"I don't know where Foreman is but Chase came in an hour ago and then ran off, muttering something about the patient. I think he's avoiding me."

"Why should he? He only broke your arm."

"What are you talking about?"

"You aren't as dense as the others seem to think."

"Was that almost a compliment?"

"You said it yourself. You're savior was a mini Chase. It's because it was Chase."

"It can't be, that would just be too bizarre."

"The whole world is bizarre. Stranger things have happened."

"You're being crazier than usual. Maybe you should go home."

"Just listen. Chase explained all of this to us. He had his license revoked and he stole his father's car. If he got into an accident, he'd be in serious trouble."

"I don't believe a word of this. Are you just doing this to make fun of me? Because I told you that I liked my savior and now you want me to think that it's been Chase all along? Cause it's not going to work."

"As fun as that would be, I'm not doing that."

"How can I trust you? You're…. House."

"Nice way of putting it."

"But I still don't believe it."

Foreman came into the room unsuspectingly.

"Just ask Foreman."

"What?" Foreman asked, looking up at them.

"Tell Cameron that Chase was the one that broke her arm."

"House, didn't we tell Chase that we weren't going to tell Cameron?"

House shrugged. "Must've slipped my mind."

"So, it's true?" Cameron asked. "Chase was the kid that hurt me?"

"Didn't you see him when you were telling how you broke your arm?" Foreman replied.

"He looked like a cat that just swallowed a canary," House added.

"I can't believe that I didn't realize…"

"We're all fools in love," House replied.

"What?" She snapped.

"Don't deny it," Foreman said.

"Deny what?"

"That Chase is your perfect guy," House answered.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What makes you think that?"

"You liked the guy who saved you which is Chase," Foreman explained.

"But I didn't know that."

"You can't tell us that when you first met Chase that your mind didn't instantly go back to that kid who saved you," House replied.

"Maybe it did."

"And you can't tell us that you haven't always subconsciously known that you've liked Chase," Foreman added.

She looked at both of them. "None of this, I repeat none of this, leaves this room, you got it?"

"I won't say anything," Foreman agreed.

"I'll take it to my grave," House said.

She shot him a serious look.

"What?" He asked.

"I swear, House, you tell anyone, especially Chase, your grave will be a lot sooner than you think."

"Oh, fiesty," House dead-panned.

"I'm going home," she said, rolling her eyes and leaving the room.

Foreman turned to House. "When are you going to tell Chase?"

House looked at him, faking an appauld look. "Me? Tell Chase? Probably tomorrow."

"That's what I thought."

AN: House is evil. Anyways, please R&R!