Present:
Cameron's p.o.v:
Have you ever noticed that sometimes you don't even realize how much someone means to you until you lose them? That is what I'm feeling right now. I feel like its five years ago and the four of us have just diagnosed a patient and abruptly Chase is dead. Suddenly, I miss him even though we haven't spoken since he left. All of a sudden, I feel a little empty.
This is normal, I suppose, I felt a similar sensation when my husband died. Chase and I, we had been intimate, we had shared friendship and for one night more. Chase had tried to talk to me about it numerous times, telling me that it meant a lot to him and that he really felt something for me. He had told me that he hadn't ever felt this way, and even though the feeling scared him, that he couldn't forget about it. And then I had told him that it was one night, I was high and only wanted that one time. I knew that I had hurt him, but what else could I have said? After that, things had never been the same; it was almost as if it pained him to look at me. Suddenly, I feel as though I should have been nicer about it. I wish that I could go back.
So here I am looking out the window of the plane and feeling consumed in guilt when my phone starts ringing. I pick it up and, lo and behold, it's House.
I cried as I told him why I was upset, you know, I figured that with Chase's death and all he might be a little compassionate. I was wrong.
House started to ream me about thinking about myself when Chase was dead; he called me selfish five times before saying that he was so angry at me that he couldn't even remember why he had called in the first place and hanging up.
So, this is perfect.
Now, I am crying and wondering if I really am being selfish. I didn't think I was, but maybe House was right, either that or he was wrong and just really upset and taking it out on me. Yes, I like that one, let's stick with that.
That man is infuriating, though, isn't he? I mean, he calls me and just throws the words 'Chase is dead' out there like it's no big deal, asks me to fly thousands of miles for the funeral but won't even tell me how Chase died!
For the past few days I have been going over illnesses and possible death scenarios in my head trying to find out which one I thought might be around what had happened to him. At the top of my list were: car accident, angry patient gone psycho, and eaten by a crocodile. I know that the last one seems a little far fetched, but he does live in Australia and the only thing I really know about Australia is they produce really hot accents and that they have crocodiles (or is it alligators, or both, I don't know). He likes skiing; maybe he hit a tree or something. Maybe he drowned in ocean water, who knows? I'll tell you who: House, and the fact that he won't tell me is driving me insane.
"Flight 946, Chicago to Melbourne will be landing in five minutes if the passengers could please fasten your seatbelts. Thank you and I hope that you have enjoyed your flight."
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"Eric!"
Foreman, after just getting off his flight, was astounded when two arms flung around his neck. When the woman pulled away he was surprised to see Cameron, her eyes brimming with tears. He grinned and pulled her into another hug.
"Cam, how are you?" He asked when they pulled away.
"I'm about as good as I can be, I guess," Cameron said, wiping her eyes with a Kleenex. "I am just having trouble comprehending all of this, you know? I just can't believe that he's dead."
Foreman nodded. He bit his lip before replying: "Cam, do you think that he killed himself?"
Cameron's eyes widened and her hand shot to her mouth, tears springing to her newly wiped eyes. "No, he wouldn't…" she whispered, not even really believing herself.
"It's just," Foreman paused, "I went looking through pictures-well all the ones I have of him, I mean the guy can't stand getting his picture taken; I mean, couldn't-and his eyes, they just looked so sad and haunted, I mean I know that he tried to hide it from us, but I think that he might have, you know?"
Cameron couldn't believe it. "Not Chase." She whispered.
"Come on, Cam, you and I both knew that Chase was always really distant. I guess neither of us just ever tried to figure out why."
"Well, good for you, ducklings,"
The two whirled around and were face to face with Dr. House, looking worn and somewhat aged. His cane was in his right hand and he had a sad smirk on his face.
"How on earth did you know that we would be here?" Foreman asked, incredulously.
House didn't answer, instead all that he said was, "Are you ready to come and learn how Chase died?"
HCHCHCH
So that is the end of chapter three. I know that I am leaving you hanging about how Chase died, but I had his explanation in this chapter before I decided that it was better as its own chapter altogether. I will have the next chapter up very soon so you shouldn't have to wait too long. Until then, thanks again for reading and please review.