HI! I'm so sorry it's been forever - and this isn't even really that great of a chapter, but I just wanted to give you guys a little bit!

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"Can I sit with you?" Cameron looked up from her magazine in between bites of her chicken salad and smiled at the friendly oncologist.

"Sure, Wilson," she said, closing her magazine and motioned for him to sit.

"So," he said, unwrapping the foil on his sandwich. "How are you?" he asked, his voice thick with implications.

"Are you asking about me or me and House?"

"Both," Wilson said with a sheepish laugh. Cameron took a deep breath, looking into Wilson's caring eyes.

"I'm okay…"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm fine…." Wilson raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"You just went from okay to fine in less than three seconds." Cameron sighed, feeling the pressure on her chest again as she thought of House.

"It's just hard, you know? He acts like he doesn't even care… I mean we were together for so long… and now he pretends that I don't exist."

"You know how he is though. When he's hurt, he tends to just ignore the problem."

"When he's hurt? He was the one that pulled away from me! Just gave up when things got hard!" Cameron ranted, clenching her hands into fists. "He just… gave up on us," she said, the tears forming pools in her eyes.

"He got scared. He got scared and he ran. But… you can't make him come back to you... If he wants to, he will."

"So how long were the two of you together?" Cameron nearly jumped out of her chair at House's desk, Foreman's deep voice startling her. She was busy filing paperwork for the man she couldn't get out of her head, and now here Foreman was asking questions about the two of them. Cameron was silent, her green eyes boring into his dark ones, trying to determine whether he was trustworthy.

"A year," she finally replied after a long silence.

"And it ended badly." Foreman didn't say this as a question, simply a statement of fact. After a few days, he could read his colleagues and their emotions. This was how he could also tell that Chase had been pining for Cameron, for just about the same amount of time. Cameron nodded, unable to look at him.

"Why are you still doing his paperwork?"

"Cause he's still my boss," Cameron said, a sad laugh escaping from her lips. "It's pathetic, really," she admitted, pausing as she stuffed a letter in an envelope. Then she turned to him, her eyes fierce with emotion. "But I'd rather be hurt than fired."

"So how about that drink?" Chase asked hesitantly, turning to Cameron, as he buttoned up his coat in the locker-room.

"Hm?" Cameron asked absently, looking up at him.

"Do you want to get a drink with me?" Cameron paused, blinking. She altogether had forgotten about his offer.

"S-sure," she stammered, heading out with him.

They crossed the lobby together, eliciting the whispers of the hospital staff. She passed House who was talking to Wilson in the lobby and met his blue eyes, which widened with intrigue at the sight of her and Chase together. She knew he was growing jealous (although he would never show it), and secretly, that pleased her. Cameron forced herself to look away from House and she grabbed Chase's hand, and walked out of the hospital with him, her head held high.