(This is where the time zones are gonna mess me up, if the timeline isn't right, tell me and I'll go fix it. Right now it's supposed to be about Friday, 4:30 p.m. in Jersey, and Saturday 9:30 a.m. in Australia. I know I said they were in Sydney, but I realized, they should really be by Cooktown.)

When Cameron woke up, Chase was already in the shower. When she heard the water stop, she got up and headed towards the bathroom.

"Morning Allison," said Chase cheerily.

"Morning Bobby," she replied, still sleepy.

"So where do you want to go on our date?"

"What," said Cameron?

"Well, I promised to take you on a date on Friday, and we sort of lost Friday on that flight, didn't we. So I'm going to take you today."

"OK," she smiled. He was so sweet, he really was.

"So where do you want to go?"

"I don't know," she said, "why don't you choose?"

"OK, I think I know a good place."

Cameron went in the shower while Chase finished getting ready.

She began thinking, about random stray thoughts. 'Damn it,' she thought. 'I was supposed to get my last HIV test on Monday.' She knew it would be negative, and didn't bother worrying about it any longer.

"Well," sighed Ace, "Today is our last day."

"We have no cases House, so what are we doing here," Foreman asked annoyed.

"Um…throwing a party, like she said, it IS their last day."

"Some party. No music, no balloons, no partiers…" Kristen whined.

"Hey, Wolf, did you do your own highlights, or did you get them done some where?"

"I bought some stuff from a store by where I used to live, why?"

"I want blue right here," she pointed out a section of hair.

"I'll mail it to you; the set came with like 5 colors."

"Cool, thanks."

"What about the rest of your hair, what shampoo do you use," Ace began.

"Must we discuss this, it's horribly boring," said House.

"You got anything better to talk about? Go check your e-mail; Cameron's not here to do it remember?"

"I thought you were staying for a week," Foreman asked.

"No, five days, spring vacation is over, we go back to school.

"Isn't spring break by Easter?"

"Not this year."

"Come back and visit," said Wolf.

"Don't worry, we're gonna come back over the summer."

"No your not," House said.

"Yes we are. And we'll, we will keep coming till you get a really good case," she said to House. Then turning to Wolf she said to keep her updated. "Here is my cell number, I want to know everything that happens, medical and err….. 'social'."

"Will do." Wolf smiled, she was gonna miss this kid.

2:00 p.m.

Cameron and Chase were sitting in a car. They were driving towards Chase's childhood home. They were going to stay there for a few nights until the funeral.

"This is your house?" Cameron asked as Chase parked in the driveway.

"Yea," Chase said.

"It looks so," she didn't know what to say. The way Chase described his childhood; she wasn't expecting something this amazing. He described the place as miserable, but his house the farthest thing from miserable she had ever seen.

"Miserable," Chase supplied.

"No, not at all."

The house was white, with a few columns, making a porch. It had a small path up to the front stairs. There were small bushes with some flowers growing on them. The house was right on the beach.

"I remember this place being hell," said Chase. He was looking at his old home. Definitely the right place. But now the place looked, well, nice. It was very welcoming. He had been renting the place out to tourists, so it was still in good condition. The two walked in. There were five rooms. In the back corner, there was the master bedroom next to that was the bathroom, and next to that was the other bed room. The rest of the house was a good sized kitchen, and a very large lounge room. Attached to the lounge was a back porch, with a view of the beach.

"It's beautiful," Cameron whispered. She looked at Chase, and he seemed fascinated by the house to. They walked into the master bedroom.

"This place is gorgeous, Robert, not at all like the hell hole you mentioned."

"Hmm… yea," he said distracted.

"If you hated this place so much, why did you keep it?"

"I don't know," said Chase. Why had he kept the house? He was glad he did. The place was beautiful. But what was running through his mind at the time?

"Come on; let's see your old room." Cameron walked across the hall.

"There's not much left of it I assume. I had my neighbor redo it for me. I rent it out during the summer." The second bedroom was small and had two beds in it. Between the two beds there was a small desk. There was also a tiny TV in the room, and a Nintendo 64. They walked into the lounge. It was very modern, except the TV was rather old. In fact the quality was so bad that you couldn't read the weather report.

THREEISH HOURS LATER

"OK," said Cameron, looking at Chase, "Where are you taking me tonight?"

"To the beach, I was thinking a picnic."

"Hmm… I like that," she said snuggling with him on the couch.

TWOISH HOURS LATER

Cameron was sitting on the beach in Chase's arms. She looked at the ocean. She loved the beach, just like John. He was so sweet, so tiny. Her little brother that meant the world to her, but he left so quickly. She began to cry.

"Allison, luv, what's wrong," Chase said concerned. He hated this. He wasn't too good at the comforting.

"I was just thinking," she sobbed.

"About what? Come on, luv, you can tell me."

"My brother," she sobbed again. 'Uh oh,' Chase thought

"Come on, you can tell me."

"When I was 7, he was diagnosed with leukemia. He was only five. We lived by the shore. He loved the beach. When he died, I was determined to become a doctor, to find a cure for cancer." She continued to cry. Chase wasn't sure what to do so he just hugged her. "I can't do it though, be a doctor."

"You're a great doctor."

"No I'm not," she was crying harder now. "I can't tell a patients family when the patient is really sick. When I first came here and we were working on the newborns," she was crying hard now, and Chase couldn't really understand her, "they as…as…as…asked me how their s…son was doing and I…I couldn't tell them. And when h…h…he d…d…"

"Allison, look at me. You are a wonderful doctor. You just," Chase began, but he didn't know how to end it. "You care for the patient; you give a damn, which makes you a good doctor."

"House doesn't give a damn, but he is a good doctor."

"Remember what House said to Foreman right after he started working at PPTH. 'We became doctors to treat illnesses. Treating patients is what drives most doctors insane,' or something. You treat the patient, he doesn't."

"I'm sorry, I ruined this whole night for us," she said, still sobbing, but not as hard.

"No you didn't," Chase said, "Let's go back to the house."

They gathered the stuff, and headed back to the house. Cameron felt a bit better as she walked up. Was Chase right, did caring for the doctor make her a good doctor? She wasn't sure, but she chose to believe it.

When they got back to the house, they both sat down on the couch, and tried to watch TV. It was the average love movie with the big kiss at the end. Cameron, who again was snuggled in Chase's arms, let out a big 'Awwww'.

"That looks like fun," whispered to Chase, and she kissed him.

"You're really good at that you know," he smiled as they kissed again.

"Thanks, your not so bad yourself," she grinned. "Hey, maybe we should go in the bedroom, so the whole world won't see us."

"I think you're right," he said and picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. "It's better in here."

"Yea, it is," she said beginning to kiss him again. But then, Chase's cell stared ringing. He ignored it. A second later, Cameron's began to ring. Chase grabbed the phone and looked at the caller ID. It was House.

"What the hell does he want? It's like what there 3, 4?"

"He wants to make sure we're having fun I bet." So they tried to ignore the phone till the house phone started ringing.

"We should shoot him," she said angrily. She picked up the phone. "What, House?"

"Oh. OK. Just wanted to make sure you were busy," House voice snickered. Chase was lying next to her and heard him. He grabbed the phone and hit the speaker button.

"You're a bastard, you know that," he said onto the phone.

"Yep, I know," House said and hung up.

"Really, let's shoot him," Cameron said as Chase turned back to her.

"No, Cuddy and Stacey would kill us then." He went back to kissing her. They were starting to undress each other when the phone rang again.

"Sure," said Chase, "Let's kill him." He pulled the plug out of the phone and turned his attention back to Cameron.

IN JERSEY

"Someone's being naughty," said House. He was laying down in his bed.

"Cause you're so much better. Was that truly necessary," said a women's voice coming from next to him.