A/N: Decided I should post this before school starts. The line tool wasn't working, in case you were wondering what was up with the 'C's, they mean changing scenes.
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"They said he's getting transferred in three days," Cameron said as they walked into Princeton Plainsboro and made their way to the diagnostics room.
"What are you going to do? Did a living will ever turn up?" Chase asked.
"His lawyer said he never wrote one, probably didn't even know what one was."
"Oh," was all he said. Chase didn't want to remind her that she could have a big decision to make. She already knew. Chase knew that when Cameron was ready she would share her thoughts with him.
"Thank God you're back!" Foreman exclaimed when they walked into the room.
"Never expected to hear that," Chase whispered to Cameron.
"Me either," she whispered back. This to Foreman, "That fun, huh?"
"Let's not go there," he said and with a smile added, "New patient just came in. Twenty-something female, she was close to an OD." Foreman collected the files from the table. Before either of them had a chance to ask why they were dealing with an almost OD Foreman handed the files to Chase and announced, "It's all political. Have fun, I'm going home. Tell House I'm on my lunch break." And with that he left, smiling.
"Guess it wasn't very nice to leave him alone with House," Cameron said. She grabbed her lab coat and put it on.
"He sort of deserved it," Chase said and sat down next to her.
"Yeh, but I didn't," House said as he limped in. "Do you have any idea how arrogant that man can get? He refused to do MRI's, LP's. Told me he wasn't my puppet," House went on.
Cameron cleared her throat. "Back to the patient," she interrupted him.
"It's all political. Mommy and daddy refuse to believe their kid is a druggie. So being important contributors to the hospital, they pull strings and bam she's our patient. Run some tests and when they show what we already know, just let her detox," he told them. "I'm taking lunch." He waved his hand as if he were shooing stray cats away.
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Cameron and Chase headed over to the patient's room. She was in bad shape, her system already cleared out, but the after effects of whatever she took were clearly still affecting her. The young woman had long black hair that had been pushed aside and messed up. She was extremely pale. Cameron read off her chart that her name was Amelia Winn. She wondered briefly if her father was a political figure, she could imagine the slogans 'Win with Winn.'
Chase took blood samples to run tests and Cameron read over what little information was on her charts.
"She's only 22," she told Chase as he finished getting the sample.
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"Hey Al, know what I was thinking about the other day?" Chase asked as the walked towards the hospital labs.
She loved it when he called her that at work, mainly because he usually kept it professional around everybody else.
"I just got a bill for next month's rent on my apartment," he began to explain.
"Wow," she looked up at him. She couldn't believe that after all the time he had been living with her he'd never cleared out his apartment. "I forgot you were still paying rent on that."
Me too, actually. So, I was thinking I might as well stop putting money into it," he said.
"And formally move in?" she asked with a slight smile. He basically had already moved in, but the idea still excited her. Something about the sounds of it was just so appealing.
"What do you think?" he asked, glad she had actually brought up the question.
"I don't see why not," she told him.
"Okay I'll go over later and sort through what's left over there."
"Need help?"
"Sure, I don't have a clue what I left over there." Chase and only kept renting the apartment because when they started living together he was never quite sure if she really wanted him there or not. Now he was sure, and figured it best to move past that old part of his life. He felt a knot in his stomach as he glanced over to Cameron.
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They ran the blood and while waiting for the results they decided to ask the girl some questions for themselves.
"How long have you been using?" Cameron asked.
"Uh, I don't know, not long," the girl replied wearily. She blinked heavily.
They both knew that was a lie. But before either of them had a chance to dispute it a young man dressed almost head to toe in black and chains walked over to the hospital bed angrily.
"What the hell did you do? How could you OD? You could have died!" the man raised his voice.
Cameron raised her eyebrows and glanced over at Chase. He shrugged.
"Look," Amelia said to him. "I only took what you gave me. Same as every other time, so get off my back about it." It took her longer than it would normally for her to say all that.
Cameron was shocked that she would say that right in front of herself and Chase.
"Okay, we'll just leave you two here to talk," Chase announced. Both of them ignored Chase and Cameron completely.
They headed back to the lab and picked up their results.
"Uh, if she's been using before, then how didn't she know how much ecstasy her body could handle?" Chase asked after they both glanced at the report.
"Then how did she get so much in her system?" Cameron voiced what they were both thinking.
"Interesting," he replied.
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"We asked her if she took anything else with it, she didn't know. And she claims that she would never take that many pills."
"So she's lying, she took 7 pills and doesn't want Cameron to know. But if you want to waste your time perusing it, go ahead, cuddy still wants me to do something. Actually she wants money. I told her there are easier ways to make money, but I guess that wouldn't be appropriate for the hospital," House went on, basically talking to himself at this point.
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It was 6:30 and they both decided to leave.
"Had enough?" Chase asked, half joking. They grabbed their stuff and headed out.
"It just bugs me that she had so much in her system. We should test for…"
Chase cut her off, placing his hand on the arm. "Tomorrow. She's not dying she's just detoxing."
Cameron smiled. "Okay."
"I forgot how small this place is," Cameron said after Chase unlocked the door. "Why'd you rent so small?"
"Never planned on staying long," Chase answered.
"So why stick around? Millions of other hospitals."
"No reason really, it was supposed to be a temporary position, but I liked it. Despite out slightly dysfunctional team," Chase explained as he turned a few lights on.
"Slightly?" Cameron laughed at this.
"Hey, be grateful for it. Cuddy's too busy cleaning up after House to even care about us. No dating coworkers; I'm sure it's written somewhere."
"Works out well then, doesn't it?" Cameron said and walked around to where Chase was standing.
"Very well," Chase decided and showed it with a kiss." Okay, most of my stuff is at your place, we've just got to decide what to do with everything else."
"Store it?" Cameron asked. She pulled a hair tie off her wrist and lifted her hair into a ponytail.
"All of it?"
"Okay, I'm sure we don't need this," she said and picked up a lamp with a plastic football as a base.
He had gotten it in the mail from his aunt and hated it. Chase smiled. "Oh, really? I was thinking it would look good next to the bed."
"Ha. Ha," she said sarcastically.
They spent the better part of two hours deciding what they would keep and what they would give away.
"You actually have food in here?" Cameron asked when she opened his fridge and found a few bottled of water and some old Tupperware containers. She picked one of the containers up and opened it. "Hey, Robert, did you want to keep this?"
Chase came over from the other side of the open room holding a few CD's. She tilted the container so he could see the completely mold-covered food. Cameron guessed that it was probably left-over Chinese. 'At one point anyway.'
"I think I can find a better place for that," Chase said and held up the garbage so Cameron could throw it in.
"This is exciting," Cameron admitted to Chase as they took a short break to sit down.
"What, throwing away old meat?"
"No," she smiled. "You moving out."
"But," he started to say that he'd basically already moved in to her place, but he stopped himself. "I know." He brought her closer to him on the couch and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you. God, I feel like I don't say that enough to you."
Cameron laughed lightly and kissed him. "You say it plenty, not that I ever get tired of hearing it."
They stayed like that for a while longer, both wrapped in their thoughts; Chase wondering when would be the best time to propose to Cameron. Somehow dinner at a fancy restaurant just wasn't enough. He decided he would wait for things to gain at least some stability with her dad before he sprung that on her.
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A/N: I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, so let me know how you liked it. Please Review!