Chase and Cameron were both awake as the plane landed. They walked of the plane and went to pick up their luggage.
"So, where are we staying," asked Cameron.
"Damn it."
"You forgot to book a hotel?"
"Um…"
"Don't worry, we will find something," she said. 'Poor Bobby,' she thought, 'He has too much on his mind.' "Come on," she said grabbing her luggage, "Let's call a cab." Chase followed her out the doors. He was lucky to have her. 'How the hell did I forget a hotel,' he thought. When he walked over to her, she was looking at brochures.
"No hotels," she said, "Let's go to the rent-a-car place."
"Yea, OK," Chase said, distracted. Something about being back in Australia made him miss his father, though he would never admit it. Cameron could tell but decided no to mention it.
Back at PPTH, the three girls were following House around as he worked in the clinic. They were able to diagnose the first two patients, but this was being a bit of a nuisance.
"I don't want three teenagers diagnosing me," she complained.
"Then I will, but today I get to baby-sit so you have to put up with them," said House a little annoyed.
"I think we are the babysitters," moaned Katie.
"Why does it matter if we are here," Ace asked.
"I don't think you want to be here, my symptoms are pretty gross," the lady said in a sweet voice.
"That's an oxymoron for you," said Kristen.
"Well, sweetie" started Ace at the patient, "We all already know what is wrong with you, but maybe I won't tell you, or maybe I will." Then changing her voice completely, "Listen, miss, I might be younger than you, but don't EVER talk down to me, ever."
"What's wrong with me," the lady asked.
"Um… you're gaining weight, experiencing nausea, and are getting random cravings throughout the day. I'm gonna taking a wild stab, you're pregnant. And how is that 'pretty gross'? "
"Hey, there's that oxymoron again," Kristen said.
"What?"
"Good diagnoses, doctor," said House rolling his eyes. The lady still hadn't moved.
"Why are you still here?"
"You never said what was wrong with me…"
"Yes, you are pregnant."
"Oh… She was right?"
"A monkey could've diagnosed you," Kristen giggled.
"So," Cameron said looking a Chase. They were sitting in a hotel room, and Chase was lying on the bed. He seemed really distant. But of course he would be. Cameron decided to lie down next to him. She wrapped her arms around him, and he looked at her. She gave him a quick kiss.
"Come on, let go out to dinner," she said.
"No," he sighed.
"It's okay to be upset," she whispered. He instantly began to cry. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Cameron wiped a tear off his cheek. "I love you, Bobby," she said and kissed him on the cheek.
"I never forgave him," Chase whispered. It really killed him that his father and he never made up. He never wanted to, but now that he was gone, he wanted to tell him…
"Did you want to make up?"
"No," Chase whispered again, "Not after what he did to mum. But he was here a few months ago, why didn't he tell me he had cancer?"
"You don't have to forgive him, Bobby, but it is the right thing to do. He made mistakes in life, everyone does. But what he did was horrible, and you don't have to forgive him. But you want to; he knows that, where ever he is, he knows that you forgive him." Chase smiled. He kissed her on the forehead.
"I'm lucky to have you," he said.
"I think I'm the lucky one," she said resting her head on his chest. "Its 4 am already," she said surprised, after catching a glimpse of the clock.
"It's only noon in Jersey."
"Come on, lets catch some sleep," she said.
"I guess," he answered.
When she got in bed, Chase's eyes were still teary. They talked for about half an hour before drifting off to sleep.
"I love you, Ally," Chase whispered.