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Chapter 9: Vulnerable

"What are you doing here?" Cameron asked, as she motioned him inside.

"I wanted to see if you were okay," Chase replied, following her in and shutting the door behind him.

"I'm fine," she whined, laying back down and pulling the blanket over her head.

"Why don't I turn on some lights?" He asked, heading towards the lightswitch.

"No lights!" She shouted, a hand flying from under the blanket.

"Yeah, you're fine," he replied, sitting on the edge of the couch, the lights still off.

"I just don't feel good," she mumbled.

"You felt fine three days ago."

"No, I didn't. I feel lightheaded and sick to my stomach."

Panic struck him. "You're not pregnant, are you?"

At that, the covers came off of her head. "No! Are you mad?"

"Just asking. When you say you're sick to your stomach, that kind of goes off in my head."

She pulled the covers back over her head. "I'm just sick. A cold or something."

"You sure that's it?"

The covers came off again. "Yes."

He sighed. "You weren't sick three days ago. Not until after we talked. Does this have something to do with that?"

The covers pulled over her head once again. "No…"

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not."

He looked around the apartment. "For someone who has been home for three days, you sure haven't made a mess."

"I haven't eaten. Haven't been hungry."

"Or you mean, you didn't want to eat."

"No…"

"What is going on with you?"

"I'm sick."

"Maybe you think you're sick. Maybe it's all in your head."

"I don't th-"

"You think you just don't want to see me and so your mind has twisted into thinking you're sick?"

"No…"

"'Cause I think that's what's happening."

"Why don't you go back to work and leave me alone?"

"Because I want to make sure you're okay."

There was no voice from under the covers.

"Cameron?" He paused as there was no response. "Allison?"

There was still no response.

His hands lingered to the top of the blanket, hoping to remove it to see her face.

"Just leave, Robert…"

He pulled his hands back and stood up. He slowly backed away from the couch, leaving the apartment.

House stood by the counter, staring at nothing in particular as Chase entered the lounge. "How's Cameron?" He asked him.

"You don't really care," Chase replied.

"I know but I'm told I should always say that for legal reasons."

"Well, Cameron is laying on her couch in the dark and hasn't eaten in three days."

"Hmmm. I need her back here. I'm tired of staring at you and Foreman."

"If you want her back here, go get her yourself. She won't listen to me."

House thought for a moment, before grabbing his cane and hobbling out the door.

Absolutely shocked, Chase stood up and ran after him. "You're joking, right? You're not really going to her house to get her, are you?"

"You did, didn't you?" House responded. "What's so different about me?"

"I actually care about her."

"Or so you say."

"Whatever, but if you're going to her house, then I'm coming too."

House stopped and looked back at him. "Okay but since that's the case, we're taking your car. Having you on the back of my bike isn't quite the same as having Cameron on my bike."

AN: Hm, it's beginning to get interesting. Anyways, please R&R!