Authors Note: Chapter 2, thanks for the great response to chapter one! Still more to come, so, enjoy!

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Chase ran into House's office, only to find him not there, he was about to run to Wilson's office to see if House was there when Foreman walked in.

"What's up with you?" Foreman asked coolly, taking a seat in the conference room.

"Leave me alone," Chase said.

"You know, you are really upsetting Cameron! What did you do to her anyway?" Chase stood and looked at Foreman with a look of disbelief.

"What did I do to her?" Chase said,

"Yeah, well you must have done something-"

"WHAT DID I DO?" Chase screamed, "SHE SLEPT WITH HOUSE ON THE NIGHT OF OUR ANNIVERSARY, THE NIGHT I TOLD HER I LOVED HER, AND I AM MEANT TO TAKE THAT?"

"Oh, Shit," Foreman answered, staying silent afterwards. Chase walked out of the room, "Chase," Foreman yelled after him. Chase turned around. "Don't hurt anyone; you'll just make things worse,"

Surprisingly, this seamed to do something to Chase. He stopped, looked down for a second and then headed off in the opposite direction to Wilson's office.

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House and Wilson, sure enough, were sitting in Wilson's office. Cameron walked in and stood in the doorway. After a while Wilson spoke up. "Did your patient die Cameron?" Cameron stood in silence for a while, until a tear appeared in her eye.

"He knows, House," was all she said before leaving. House seemed to know what that meant, as he nodded and looked away from her.

"What on Earth was that about?" Wilson asked after a while, "Who knows what?" House didn't say anything.

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Chase ran into Cuddy's office, not bothering to knock or anything. She stood up at her desk in fright. Chase was clearly angry and upset. He had his yellow tie hanging off his bright green shirt at a funny angle, and his top button was undone.

"How can I help you," Cuddy said in a worried tone.

"Cameron cheated on me, that's why I asked for the transfer," Chase panted.

"Please, sit down," Cuddy said, motioning Chase towards the couch as she sat down opposite him.

"I went back because I forgave her, thought maybe it wasn't anything, just a little mistake," Chase said, still standing up.

"And?"

"I can't forgive her, it was House," Chase said. The anger had gone out of his face; a tear appeared in his eye as he slowly sat on the couch. Cuddy didn't know what to say. She just sat opposite him in silence as he looked out the window and at his watch every now and then. God, House, do you always have to be such an ass?!

"Do you want a permanent transfer to the ICU or-"

"I don't want to go any where; I like my job, and what we do. I just…" Chase trailed off, trying to still hold back tears.

"Look, I was about to go home," Cuddy said.

"Oh, sorry, I'll go…" Chase said, until he remembered he really did have no where to go.

"No, I was going to say, lets go grab a drink together, we can think something out, I just want you to be happy," Cuddy said, giving him a warm smile. She hated feeling sorry for people, but it was so easy to feel sorry for Chase right now.

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Cameron sat quietly in House's office, thinking of House and Chase. Her feelings for House were still there, and always would be, but then there was Chase. Tall, handsome, and the most gentle, kind man she had ever been with. When House walked in she turned around, and acknowledged him with a small nod.

"Why did you tell him?" House said, taking a seat and popping a vicodin.

"He deserved to know," Cameron said, looking House in the eye.

"Do you always have to be so diplomatic?"

Pause "It's who I am," Cameron answered.

"You want to come to my place tonight?" House offered, she gave him a how could you? glare, "You have already screwed up big time, it can't get much worse,"

"I'll see you at 8" Cameron answered, standing up and leaving. There was something about House she couldn't resist. He cares for me?! Was the only explanation she could come up with.

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Having a drink after work with the boss was the last thing Chase had thought he would end up doing in this current state of mind, but it was doing some good for him. She was funny, smart, attractive and kind.

Having a drink with one of the lower doctors in the hospital was one of the last things Cuddy thought she would find herself doing. She was surprised a jest of kindness on her part, which she thought would be like talking to a soggy sponge, could be so enjoyable. She had him laughing after telling a story of how she at a corporate golf day had fallen into the pond after taking a shot out of the rough beside it.

"I hate golf," Chase had said after a full minute of laughter.

"Me too," was all Cuddy could get out before breaking out again.

Chase looked down at his watch, frowning at it before saying anything. "Wow, its half past 11" he said, "maybe we should get going,"

"Oh, don't worry Chase, why cut a great night short? And besides, I'm not drunk yet," she said smiling.

"But House-"

"Don't forget Chase, I can do whatever I want with him," Chase giggled childishly at this comment, as did Cuddy at his reaction.

"Dr Cuddy, don't worry-"

"Call me Lisa,"

"Lisa, don't worry about that transfer, I'll be fine," Chase said, taking a drink from his glass, "I guess its back to meaningless drunk sex with nurses for me now,"

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TBC