If you read my other House AU story, Princeton High School, then you'll know how truly sorry I am for not writing. This is not one of my most popular stories, but I hope that you all read it and like it (as well as read some of my other stuff).

Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D or the song that was featured in the video that this story is based off. I don't own that video either.

As always, please read, review, and enjoy!

Cameron walked across the lobby of the hospital, her hair a mess, dark circles under her eyes. She felt worse than she looked too. The ground seemed to move under her feet, and it took all of her will power not to grab anything, something solid to make sure she didn't fall down. She got onto the elevator, leaning against the metal bar. The elevator was closing and she sighed in relief, relishing the few moments with herself, when she could act as queasy as she felt. However, a cane poked through the opening in the door, and pushed it open.

House stopped when he saw her, noting her obviously hung-over appearance. He hesitated, before deciding to take the elevator, simply to observe. He was standing in front of her, but he could feel her green eyes boring into the back of his head, willing him to go away.

He pushed the level for the cafeteria; a move that he knew would bother her. Although he did hope Wilson would be there, so he could score some Pop-Tarts. As the elevator opened, he stepped out and turned to her. In his meanest voice, he said, "Dr. Cameron, if you feel like you won't be useful today, I suggest you just leave. Better for all of us."

The elevator had barely begun to close as he registered the shock and hurt on her face, and he was forced to look away. He needed her gone. Not physically, but he needed her feelings for him to go away. That way, he wouldn't develop any of his own.

Cameron felt the tears begin even before she realized that she was crying. 'Better for all of us,' his words echoed in her mind. The elevator stopped on the floor of the diagnostic offices, but she pushed the lobby button, fiercely pressing the close door button before anyone else could interrupt her. Her hurt quickly turned into anger as she stormed out of the hospital. If he wanted her gone, she would go.

After taking a more than recommended dose of Advil, she settled down on the couch, a glass of water by her side, and reruns of Sex and the City. Her messy, unmade bed was in sight of the couch, and she winced, turning away. The scene of the crime. Her drink with Chase was fun. But after a while, it turned into too much fun.

"Chase, I'm fine!" Cameron whined, trying to grab her keys out of Chase's grasp, as he held them out of her reach.

"No, I'm driving you home," he said firmly, with the hint of a smile. She was always so serious, and it was nice to see her loosen up… it was cute, even.

"Fine," she said, exasperated, slumping into his arms. He picked her up easily; she could not have weighed more than 120 pounds. He drove her back to her apartment, walking her into her apartment.

"I am going to get you some water, okay?" he said, leaving her at the door to her bedroom. Her glasses were in the same cupboard as his, a fact that made him smile. He headed back to the bedroom, water, and Advil in hand. He opened the door, only to see she was changing.

"Oh shit," he said, his face flushing, as he backed out, putting the water on the table in the hall. He leaned his head against the wall, trying not to think about the things he just saw, but it seemed to be all he could think about.

"Chase?" she called, and he opened the door.

"Sorry about…" he began to say, but realized she had taken off her shirt, in a black lacey bra. She walked over to him, pushing him against the door, kissing his neck, and then up his jaw line to his lips.

"Cameron, I don't think we should be doing this…" He said, trying to gently push her away.

"Come on, Chase… Don't turn into the good guy on me now!" She said, slurring her words a bit, stepping out of her skirt, and revealing a black lace thong. He looked at her beauty, leaning into kiss her, pulling her small body against him.

She definitely was drunk. Not drunk enough that Chase could have taken advantage. No, she had wanted sex that night, that's for sure. But… Chase wasn't the one she wanted it from. There was something about his warm, soft skin pressed against her own that made her a bit tingly, but she passed it off as good sex.

'That would be a way to get over House,' she thought, a smug smile on her face. She could get over House and he would be jealous when he saw Chase and her together. It was a win-win for everyone, right?

House sat in his office, throwing his ball against the wall, frustrated. He had sent Foreman and Chase off to do his dirty work, but not after torturing Chase a bit. He was angry with himself, angry with Cameron, and angry at Chase, even though he really had nothing to do with it. He wondered how far they had gone. Obviously, anything would have been Cameron's idea. Chase was too "noble" to take advantage of a drunken girl. Did he put her to bed? Did they kiss? Did they have sex? The questions swam in his head, as he threw the ball harder and harder to match his growing frustrations.

Out of nowhere, the memory of him and Cameron's first kiss swam into his mind. No, it was not the kiss that she would have remembered; the one after their first real date, two weeks after they officially began to date. No, it was after a night much like the one Cameron had last night. Except House could hold his liquor better than Cameron, and in no time she was drunk. He drove her home in her car, and left her on her bed, as she had passed out. Before he left, though, there was something about her innocent, sweet face that made him lean down and kiss her.

It was one of his sweet moments; ones that he would swear didn't exist. But Cameron brought them out in him. And once again, he was left wondering if the best thing in his life was slipping away from him.