Yeah, I'm going to apologize ahead of the time for my crappy writing skills. I've been really lazy with my writing, and i've also been busy packing for my great summer adventures, so im really sorry!! I promise that when I return, i will improve the quality of my work.

Once again, thanks to Simone for helping me out! any part that you think is remotely good was fixed up A LOT by her...haha she's such a great help :) (Not . Lupus - Everybody. Lies.)

so, here is your chapter 6! I think it might be a little confusing, but you tell me. MANY things will be explained in later chapters. any questions or comment...write a review!

thats about it! R&R (please!!! I've got to know what you all think!)

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As he spotted her, Chase made his way over to the empty park bench located outside of the hospital. Cameron had been reportedly missing from the ER for a few hours now, and Chase knew something was truly wrong.

"They need you in there," He spoke with his smooth Australian accent that never failed to give Cameron goose bumps. Slowly, Chase sat down next to his wife, who had her arms crossed at her chest and her gaze glued to the concrete ground.

Cameron shook her head, not wanting to open her mouth for fear of crying again. She was undoubtedly upset, but Chase really didn't know why.

"Allison, if you're upset about what I think you're upset about, than don't be... It's not-"

"It's a huge deal, Robert! I can't tell Cuddy. I just can't," As she spoke, her flawless green eyes brimmed with tears.

Her agitated husband sighed. Chase had no clue why this was such a huge deal. Of course it was for them, but why was it so hard to tell Cuddy? Neither of them knew how she would react, but it was worth a shot. Plus, it had to be done sometime.

He sighed, reaching his arm around Cameron and gave her a gentle, loving squeeze. "It'll all be ok. I promise. I'm sure Cuddy will be…" He searched for the right word, "… Happy."

It all sounded so wrong. The tears in Cameron's eyes had convinced him to believe that maybe Cameron was right- telling Cuddy wouldn't be as easy as they thought.

"Right…because she hates me." Cameron looked up into her husband's eyes, and he felt something inside his body shatter. There was nothing more that Chase hated than to see her cry.

"Why would she hate you? You're a great doctor, an amazing person, and-"

"I dated House." She cut him off, inducing an abrupt silence. Her eyes found their way to the ground once more, where they felt most comfortable. Speaking of House, where was he? Both doctors hadn't seen him in over a week, but really didn't think much of it. It wasn't anything new.

Swiftly, Chase let his arms fall from her and began running his hand through his dirty blonde hair. He tried to laugh, but instead let out a half sigh-half laugh. His eyes were shut, and his head was slowly moving from left to right in skepticism.

Hesitant to break the silence, Chase's words were slow and soft. "Yeah. You did. A long time ago. Why would that upset her?" He asked, but he already knew. Everyone knew. Cuddy had a thing for House.

Cameron's gaze met his, and she widened her eyes. "Oh, please. She's hated me ever since House and I went on our first…." She wasn't quite sure what it was. "…date…" Which probably wasn't the best word to describe it, but it worked- although it really set off Chase.

He began to attempt to rationalize the situation. "Okay. The only reason why she would still be upset is if you still liked House." His eyes shot open. "Unless….you still like House. That gives everyone a reason to be pissed."

Cameron scrunched her face and rolled her eyes. This conversation had taken place so many times before, and as much as she tried to avoid the topic, it always somehow came up. "Caring for someone and liking someone are two different things! I care about his well being, yeah! But do I like him? No. " She put her head in her hands in vexation. "Cuddy probably can't differentiate between the two."

Chase narrowed his eyes, not knowing if she was being completely truthful. The idea of Cameron and House having a history still bothered Chase, for he remembered how happy she seemed whenever he… limped past her. Her penetrating eyes would suddenly become warm and benevolent and her posture would straighten, as she would try to hold back the beautiful, giddy smile that tried to play onto her lips.

Would she ever be as content with him as she was with House?

Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over him. She was his wife, and he should trust her. He silently hoped he was making the right decision in doing so.

In an attempt to change the subject of conversation, he simply stated, "they really need you back in the ER." As if on cue, Chase's beeper went off, "And they need me for a liver transplant. I've got to go."

Before getting up to head back into the busy hospital, he gently took Cameron's hand into his own. Usually when this happened, a spark formed between them. This time, though, there was a void. Neither of them seemed to notice though, for they both had other thoughts buzzing around in their minds.

"Allison, are you ok? We can talk to Cuddy when you're ready." His voice was full of concern.

Cameron slightly smiled and bit her bottom lip. She loved Chase, and genuinely hoped that he would someday forget about her history with House. "Yeah, I just need some time alone."

Chase understood. He gave a small nod and started to stand up. Reluctantly, he let go of Cameron's fragile hand. As the surgeon turned to make his way into the hospital, he noticed Dr. Wilson speeding towards the bench where he and Cameron were stationed.

Chase furrowed his brow and turned to look at Cameron, who had a similar expression on her face as she wiped away what was left of her tears. As Wilson neared, she stood up to greet the panicked looking oncologist.

"Hi, Wilson…" She welcomed him, and tightened her crossed arms around her chest. "Is everything ok?"

Wilson looked utterly worried. "Have any of you seen Dr. Cuddy?"

Cameron slightly cringed at the name of her boss, but no one else seemed to notice.

Chase shook his head. "No, she's probably in her office. Why?"

" I already checked. No one has seen her. The team refuses to give a diagnosis unless they get an explanation as to why he hasn't been here for the past-"

"Wait," the fast speaking Wilson was cut off by an extremely puzzled looking Cameron, "What's going on?"

Whoops. Wilson forgot that they didn't know about House yet, either.

Where was Cuddy? He knew that Cuddy wasn't going to tell the team about it just yet, probably out of fear of them not doing their jobs properly, but shouldn't Cameron and Chase know?

Completely distressed, he sighed. He would have to check with Cuddy, so he only told them part of the truth. "House was admitted to the hospital today around 1:00. He suffered a grand mal seizure and a concussion."

Cameron gasped as her hand flew to her gaping mouth. "Oh my god." It was barely a whisper. Her heart sunk to her stomach, and the tears began streaming down her flawless, porcelain face again.

"Yeah." Wilson continued, "Cuddy disappeared, and I need her permission to tell the team how it all happened-"

"Can you tell us?" Chase cut him off also, placing him hands on his hips. Even he was slightly nervous.

Wilson shook his head rapidly. "There's not enough time. House is in critical condition and should be waking up pretty soon. He needs to be under watch for a post-concussive seizure, but the team refuses to look at him until they get an explanation. "

Cameron shook her head in disbelief. "So they're just going to let him get worse?" She turned to face Chase. "Go do your transplant…I'll go talk to the team."

Without stopping for a response, she began walking towards hospital to the diagnostics room.

Chase's beeper alarmed again, and he cursed under his breath as he checked it and looked up Wilson. "The surgical staff is waiting for me. I'll see you later. " With that, he quickly turned away and began speeding towards the Hospital, merely brushing past Cameron as he jogged through the automatic doors.

Wilson gave a sigh of aggravation. That wasn't much help. What was going on with those two? He decided to worry about that later, for he had to focus on the task at hand.

"Wait, Cameron!" He called after her. She was about to enter the hospital, and Wilson jogged to where she was standing.

"Yeah?" she seemed slightly irritated, probably having to do with that exchange with Chase, thought Wilson.

"What are you going to tell the team?"

Cameron began walking to the elevators and Wilson tagged along, waiting for an answer.

She stepped into the elevator and pushed the button of her destination defiantly. "I'm going to make something up."

Before Wilson could respond, the doors closed.

The bewildered oncologist blinked several times as he let it all sink in. He hoped Cameron knew what she was doing- but he had other things on his mind.

He had to find Cuddy. As he aimlessly wandered around the Hospital, asking all of the staff if they had seen her at all that afternoon, he began loosing all of the hope and patience he possessed.

Wilson knew that the last thing Cuddy wanted was for House to be dead, but if she didn't show up soon and Cameron's plan failed, than what seemed to be a terrible nightmare might become an even worse reality.

It was already all too real.

A/N- should I continue? It's up to you!

Although, if you do want me to, i won't be able to post until august 2nd. I'm leaving on the 22nd of june, so thats a good 6 weeks. I'm sorry! I promise I'll have a few chapters done on paper by the time i get back :)

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have a great summer!