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Chapter 7: Mistake

Cameron watched as Foreman dismissed the patient and came into the diagnostics lounge. "Case finished already?" She asked.

"Yep," he replied, sitting on the couch.

"Where's Chase?"

"He went home hours ago," Foreman answered, looking at her with a surprised look. "Didn't he tell you?"

"No, he didn't."

"Well, yeah, he left."

She stood up and headed towards the door. She looked back at Foreman. "Tell House that I went home early." She turned around and ran straight into House.

"Tell him yourself," House answered. "Going to tell Chase you love him?"

"No," she snapped.

"Yes, you are," he insisted.

"Just let me go," she snapped.

"Fine, make sure that you call me and spill all the details," he said in a girlish voice, giving a small hand wave.

"Whatever." She pushed her way past him and into the elevator.

"Just a minute!" Chase called as there was a knock on the door. He opened it to reveal Cameron. "Cameron, what're you do-"

She pressed her lips against his, pushing him backwards. Her hands snaked around his neck and deepened the kiss.

"What are you doing?" He panted.

"No talking," she insisted, breathing heavily and pulling him back into a kiss.

An hour later, Cameron sat up on the edge of his bed. She pulled on her shirt and yanked her jeans on. She looked over at Chase who was pulling on his jeans. He followed her out to the front door.

"What was that about?" He asked her.

"Nothing," she replied, knowing in her heart that she was lying. "We've been through this before. It can't work. But it didn't suck. It was just another mistake."

"Then why did you do it?"

"I wanted to feel needed." She opened the door and left, leaving Chase stunned.

Chase came into the lounge the next day, confused.

"How'd it feel?" House asked, not bothering to glance up from his paper.

"What?" Chase replied, surprised.

"Getting hit by that bus. At least that looks like what happened."

Chase sat next to him. "I'm just a little confused."

"I'd say a lot confused by the look of it."

"It has to do with Cameron."

"Secrets revealed or something?"

"It wasn't even that."

He raised an eyebrow. "Then what?"

"We slept together… again."

"Hmm… I wonder if that has anything to do with… No, probably not."

"With what?" Chase asked, intrigued.

"The fact that she knows you hit her with your car when you were 16."

"What?" He snapped.

"See I had a feeling you'd get all snappy like this."

"How'd she find out?"

"Must've slipped out."

"How'd she react?"

"First she was in denial. Then she accepted it. And then she admitted that she felt something for you, not just as her mysterious savior but as Robert Chase."

"So you think that's what that was about last night?"

"Most likely."

"Oh god…" He mumbled.

"What?" Cameron asked as she entered the lounge.

"Nothing," Chase replied, numbly.

AN: Okay, so Chase knows that Cameron knows. But she doesn't know that he knows that she knows. Oh, what a tangled web we weave. Anyways, thanks for the reviews and please R&R!