A/N: Quick update, just for everybody who has been reviewing! The next chapter has more going on (I've already written half of it) but nevertheless, here's this chapter. I hope to get the next chapter up quickly too. Review please.

Quick Disclaimer: I don't own Dunkin Doughnuts. While I'm at it i may as well remind you that I dont own the the characters too.

"You sure you're ready?" Chase asked as he slammed the trunk shut after placing the last piece of luggage inside.

"Yeh, we agreed two more days. Besides, I think it's time we got back to the real world," Cameron said.

"I couldn't agree more. You want me to check out?" he asked.

"Yeh, thanks," she said and opened the car door to climb inside.

Chase would have never told her but he was glad to be leaving. The best thing for both of them would be returning to the relatively normal lives they had led before. Things were going to be different, there was no denying that, but he was just thankful to be going back.

He waited in line behind a snobby woman who refused to accept that she should have to pay for her stay simply because her wireless internet could not hook up.

"I'm sorry ma'am but there's not much more I can do for you," the clerk told her.

The woman let out an exasperated sigh and stalked out of the lobby.

"Can I help you?" the clerk asked Chase in a voice that pleaded with him not to have any complications or complaints.

"I just have to check out," Chase said and handed the man the room keys.

Chase shook his head to himself as he walked back to the car. 'Some people,' he thought.

"Ready to roll?" he asked, exaggerating his accent a bit too much, causing Cameron to laugh a bit and shake her head.

"You still can't pull that off. What are you trying to go for anyway?" she asked him as they pulled out of the lot.

"Rock and roll," he answered in the same voice. He reached over and pressed the preset button for a classical rock station.

Instead, Shania Twain's 'Any Man of Mine' blared out of the speakers.

"That's not very rock and roll of you," she said with a grin.

He quickly turned the radio down and said, "Safe to say the stations are different here."

Cameron smiled a real, full smile that was genuinely a smile. It made Chase happy to see her laugh and smile with him. The past week hadn't been easy for her, but nevertheless she had stayed strong, after finally crashing. All she needed to do, she discovered, was let it all out once, and she'd be fine.

The ride back was pretty much like the ride there, with exception of the frequent stops at the Dunkin Doughnuts rest stops.

"Don't you think you've had enough coffee? We don't even drink this much at work," Cameron said as Chase put his blinker on and drove into another rest area.

"Whose fault is it that I didn't sleep last night?" he asked and parked the car.

She shot him a look as if she was looking over the rims of her glasses, if she had been wearing them at the moment.

"Kidding, kidding," he said and reached over to place a hand on her arm. "Want anything?"

"Yeh, you're making me want doughnuts, go figure. Could you grab me a powdered one?"

"Be right back," he said and with a quick kiss he was on his way in.

'He's going to be so buzzed,' she thought and remembered the day that chase had drank at least five cups of coffee in a row so he could stay up at work. What an interesting day that had been. Suddenly she was glad he was only on his forth cup. She wouldn't let him get to five, just to be safe.

She remembered that her dad used to drink coffee; she would always wake to the smell every Monday, when her dad was still around anyway.

"Only Mondays," her dad once told her. "Because Mondays are the worst. I wouldn't make it without coffee."

"What about Tuesday?" she could almost hear herself saying as she sat at the breakfast bar before she left for school.

"Not as bad," her father said simply before heading off to work.

"One powdered doughnut?" she heard Chase say.

"Thanks," she said taking the bag, and wishing she had asked him to get her a bottle of juice. 'Oh well.'

"Didn't know if you wanted something to drink, so I got a water, a milk, and an orange juice." Chase added, handing her a plastic bag.

"Little overkill don't you think?" She smiled.

"I didn't remember what you like with doughnuts," he said as if it was something he ought to know.

"It's okay, thanks," she said and pulled out the white doughnut and took a bite.

Chase stopped before pulling back onto the interstate. He leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Powder," he explained as he pulled out and adjusted his speed. She just smiled back at him.

'Yeh, could definitely see myself marrying her,' Chase thought, and knew that getting the ring had been perfect, in every way but timing. He wished he had gotten up the nerve to ask her before, but everything had just happened so fast with her dad.

"Oh, it is so good to be back!" Cameron exclaimed as she dropped her suitcase by the sofa.

"Eighteen messages?" Chase said.

"House," they both guess at nearly the same time.

And they were right. After the third message from him there was a couple from friends, but then, more from House.

"Amazing that both of you are sick, conveniently at the same time. I would bring you soup but I'm afraid it might be contagious." House's voice sounded from the machine.

"If you don't come back tomorrow, you're both doing my clinic for the next year!"

Cameron rolled her eyes. "He makes us do that anyway."

"Interesting how he still found time to leave all these messages for us," Chase said as he held his hand over the 'erase all' button.

"Do it, please," Cameron told him.

They brought up the rest of their stuff and decided not to unpack; it would still be there tomorrow.

Chase sat down on the couch and slipped his shoes off. "Come sit," he said to Cameron, who was in the kitchen.

She came over, sat next to him and found the place between his shoulder and his chest where her head seemed to fit perfectly.

TBC