Author's Note: Well I'm kinda drawing a blank for a good plot with Chase and Cameron, so I though this would just be a funny story to write with everyone along with MORE drama so I hope you like! And I didn't base the characters on each other I just picked what power would be the best with each person…

P.S. This is set when Cam and Chase are going threw there "friends with benefits" thing.

He yawned and opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. He stretched his legs across his bed, and he realized he didn't have any pain in his leg. He didn't think about it much though maybe it would come to him when he stood up. Then, he stretched his arms up and clenched his fist, feeling like he had gotten a good night's sleep for the first time in ages. His hands felt weird, and he brought them down to his eye-level still in his fist form. House was literally about to jump out of his skin when he saw blades place between his fingers coming threw his skin.

"Holy shit!" he yelled and jumped back, the blades retracting back into his hands. He studied his hands again as he put his feet over the side of the bed. There were no traces of the blades, just his normal hands. He flexed his hands, and the blades came out again. He jumped a little, but was expecting it this time. House then stood up thinking it was all in his head and walked to his cane, when he reached for it he realized that he had just walked at a steady pace, without his leg hurting! He pulled his pants down and looked at his leg. It was normal, NORMAL!!!!

"Hello ducklings!" House said, making it seem as if there was nothing to hide. Maybe it was all just in his head anyways.

"No cane?" was the first thing Cameron said as she saw him walk in.

"I'm feeling bold," he answered throwing folders on the table. He walked to the dry erase board and looked at his colleges and realized something different, "What's with the shades?" he asked Chase who was wearing sunglasses, "Hung over?" he added.

Chase looked down, and didn't answer. Figuring it was a rhetorical question, and also not wanting to answer, because it he wasn't hung over, and he knew House was sure he wasn't.

Forman was eating cereal because he had skipped breakfast and House had come late, so he decided to have some food. He had just finished reading the folder of their newest patient and was trying to think of the diagnosis that would fit the symptoms while staring at his spoon.

"Any ideas?" House asked standing at the board.

Chase kept his head down and Cameron started going on with things that Forman and House new couldn't be. House continued mocking her ideas and tell her why they wouldn't fit as Forman, concentrated on his spoon not able to come up with anything.

"How about you For-" House stopped short when he saw the spoon that was being held in Forman's hand. It was bent in the middle and made a ninety degree angle.

Forman had come back from his daze, when noticing that House was talking to him, and dropped the spoon when he saw it. It landed in his bowl and made the milk splash to the sides.

"That wasn't bent before," Cameron stated.

"What did you do?" Chase asked finally looking up.

"I- I don't know," Forman answered picking up the spoon again.

House thought for a second then asked, "Can you make it go back?"

"How could I do that? It's a spoon," Forman answered still freaked out.

"Well you obviously bent it," House said with sarcasm coating his voice.

Forman put the spoon down, "That's absurd."

House rolled his eyes, "Go get my tests done, MRI, LP and any other test you can think of that would be helpful," he commanded.

The three walked out of the room but Cameron pulled Chase behind, "So what is with the shades?" she asked with a flirty smile.

"Hung over," Chase replied trying to walk away, but not wanting to seem like he didn't want to talk about it.

"Oh yeah right," she said and reached her hands up to take them off.

Chase instantly grabbed her wrists and did the first thing he could think of, kiss her. He felt weak as he pressed his lips against hers and as she got more passionate, he felt like he was going to faint, not as in an oh-my-god-I'm-kissing-her kind of faint either. It was hard for his to breathe so he pulled away then fell to the floor not able to breathe at all. Then, he blacked out.

"Oh my god, Chase!" was the last thing he heard.