Disclaimer: I don't own House, etc. Sorry its been soooo long. Fanfiction wouldn't let me upload files, so I was kinda screwed. Hope you like. I will hopefully post again tomorrow:)

"So was I right? Of course, but show me the proof." House was reclining in his office chair, when Cameron and Foreman walked in. Foreman walked over and gave House the file, rolling his eyes.

"There is more activity going on in the left side then the right, but that's not what was abnormal. His temporal lobe is two sizes smaller than it should be." Cameron explained everything as House read over it.

The room was silent, until Chase walked in, slamming the remainder of his paperwork on the desk. "That's the last of it. I'm going to the clinic. I would rather be there than be your lapdog." He glanced at Cameron, before storming back out of the room.

House watched him leave. "Well, that wasn't very ladylike. I thought British people had more courtesy and grace." He shrugged then tossed the folder onto his desk. "Test his motor functions, and what ever else tickles your fancy." He smirked, while shooing them away.

As they left the office, Cameron looked over the file once more. "This is stupid. He knows what's wrong, but won't tell us. I hate when he does that." She sighed.

"Cameron, its House, its not like he has anything better to do. Plus, one of his shows is going to be on in" Foreman glanced at his watch "10 minutes. As long as we are leaving him alone, he doesn't really care. Look, I'll take care of this, you go and see if Cuddy has anything else." He smiled, slipped the file out of her hand and strolled down the hall, leaving her alone.

Biting her lip, Cameron decided that she would be better suited working in the clinic.

"Ma'am, your daughter has a cold. There is nothing I can give you to cure that. Plenty of fluids, lots of rest and maybe some Nyquil to knock her out." Chase closed the folder, and left the room, running his fingers through his blond locks. He tossed the folder into the bin, and grabbed another, dreading what it could be.

"Rick Williams? Is there a Rick Williams?"

A tall man stood up and picked up what looked to be a motorcycle jacket. Looking over the man, Chase would guess he was about 6'2, 200 lbs easy, and clearly enjoyed going to the gym. As Chase led him into the room, he glared at the burly man. He wasn't a total mess himself, but he wouldn't mind looking like that.

"Alright, sit on the bed there. I'm Dr. Chase. Now, what can I help you with today?"

The deep voice seemed to fill the air around Chase. "I think I have…um…well, I was with this chick a few weeks ago, and well…now things are…kinda…painful and…um…you know what I mean." The man looked at the floor, avoiding any eye contact with Chase.

"So you think you may have an STD, is what you are trying to say?"

The man nodded, and finally made eye contact with his doctor. "I'm dating 2 chicks, but I haven't slept with the other one. I was going to but uh…well…I doubt she would wanna see what's going on down there."

Chase nodded. "Alright well, from what you have told me, I think you have Herpes. Now, I can't confirm that until I have a look." The man laid his hands between his legs, like a barrier of sorts. "No need to be bashful, or competitive. I'm a doctor, and I need to see what's going on."

After a few moments, the man slid off the bed, and unzipped his pants. He pulled them down, and slid his boxers down as well. Chase moved forward to get a better look. It was clear that the man did have herpes. He moved back and nodded, letting him know he could replace the clothing.

"Well, I was right. It is herpes. Unfortunately. there is no cure for it. There is medication that you can take, that will decrease the amount of breakouts, but its something you will have to deal with for life. It would be 100 suggested that you tell any sexual partners that you have had since this woman, and any others you plan on having. Condoms can mostly protect, but if you have a breakout, then your partner has a higher chance of getting it." Chase signed the bottom of the file, and wrote out a prescription for the meds the man would need.

The man left soon after, and Chase went to grab another chart, when something touched his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Cameron standing there.

"Aren't you supposed to be helping a sick guy?"

"Foreman is taking care of it. Are you supposed to be going through more patients than this? I've been here for an hour, and you have seen 2 people." Cameron smiled, running her fingers along his arm, before grabbing a chart.

Chase smiled, grabbing one himself. "I'm pacing myself, alright? Plus, I just had to look at a guy's crotch, and I think he was bigger than me, so bite me."

Cameron laughed softly. "Why were you looking at his crotch? Feeling frisky?"

"That's beside the point. The guy has herpes. That was a sight to see. Anyways, I should get to this patient, seeing how I'm being nagged." He shoved her softly, before taking the next patient.

More and more Chase regretted deciding to work in the clinic, but at least Cameron was there with him, and he was away from House.

At 5, he left to shower and get ready for the evening's festivities. On the way home, Chase had already decided the restaurant, and a small list of movies they could see. He hated how excited about the "date" he was, but there wasn't really anything that could make that go away. In his mind, this was a long time coming.

Shrugging, he went home, and got ready for what he was sure was going to be an interesting night.

Cameron showered, curled her hair, and planned out her outfit. Slipping everything on, she glanced at the clock. She still had a half hour until he was supposed to pick her up, so she grabbed her book, and began reading. Quickly, she was so engulfed in the words, that the ring from her phone made her jump.

"Cameron."

"Hey Allie, its Rick. How are you?"

Cameron sat up straight in her chair. "Good, I'm good and you?" Thoughts buzzed through her head, reminders of what occurred earlier and what she secretly hoped would happen tonight.

"I'm good. I was wondering what you were up to tonight? Maybe dinner and a movie?"

"Um…I'd love to, but I have plans actually. I'm going out with a friend from work. I'm sorry." She lied through her teeth about being sorry, and for a moment, felt bad about it.

"Which doctor?"

"Chase. Robert Chase." She couldn't help but smile saying his name.

Silence filled the air, and Cameron waiting for him to respond.

"Oh…um…yea I think I've seen him once or twice. Alright, well have fun. Uh, can I ask you something?" His voice had a worried defensive tone to it.

Cameron's eyebrows scrunched together. "Sure…"

"Do you ever talk about your patients? I mean, like, clinic patients kinda thing?"

Her soft laugh drifted through the phone. "No, unless we get a funny case. Why do you ask?"

"No reason really, just a friend of mine went in there today, I think it was with something kinda embarrassing…anyways. Call me later, maybe we can plan something for tomorrow."

They said their goodbyes, and Cameron glanced at her watch as soon as she hung up the phone. Chase should be there any minute. And as soon as she stood up, there was a soft knock on the door.

Resisting the urge to run to the door, she walked relaxed, and opened the door slowly.