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This chapter is a short one, so I'm going to post two at once.
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"What the hell happened here?"
Cameron emerged from House's office at the sound of Chase's voice.
She hadn't left the hospital the previous night, but had instead decided to catch up on some paper work- and re-arrange the conference room.
"Good morning, Robert," she said brightly, "Can I get you some coffee?"
"Cam- I mean, Allison, what's going on?" there was utter confusion in his voice, "What happened to the conference room."
His amazement was amusing.
"The carpet's been changed," she said blandly, as she filled her coffee cup (her fourth of the morning).
"I can see that, but-" he was actually at a loss for words.
He was saved by Foreman's arrival.
"Morning, Chase, Cam…er…Allison. How are-" Eric suddenly stopped mid-sentence to look around the room, "What did you do to the conference room?"
"Why do you assume it was me?" Cameron laughed while she seated herself at the newly appointed table.
"Because I can't really see Chase re-decorating," came the prompt reply.
She smiled and continued to sip her coffee.
"Wilson," Foreman greeted the other doctor almost merrily, "What do you think of the new- and improved," he nodded to Cameron as he said this, "conference room?"
Dr. Wilson paused in the doorway to look around him.
The old blood-stained grey carpet had been replaced with a light cream-coloured one. The white board had disappeared along with Cameron's desk, and a cream couch (that had apparently been pilfered from someone else's office) filled the corner where they had been before. The huge glass table now stretched the wall to the left of the door. All the furniture was turned towards the glass of the room.
Foreman was right- to was new, and improved. The whole room looked much lighter and more spacious.
James nodded his approval: "What brought about the change?"
"I was inspired last night," Allison smiled warmly at him, still riding her caffeine high.
"You moved around all of this furniture by yourself?" Eric was shocked, "You could really have hurt your back."
"I thought you said you were going home for an early night?" Chase sounded almost sulky.
Too late, she realised her mistake and swiftly covered her tracks: "Not me- I did nothing. The guys that laid the carpet had to move all the furniture out first, they asked me where I wanted it."
The boys seemed to buy it, but Wilson took in her slightly damp hair (which probably meant that she had showered at the hospital), and her face that was covered in slightly too much foundation to cover the dark circles under her tired eyes- and drew his own conclusions.
"What are we going to do without our white-board, anyway?" Chase asked conversationally.
Cameron drew something from her pocket and tossed it to him.
"It's a marker," he said blankly.
"Not just any marker- it writes on any surface," she gestured to the glass walls, "I figured that since we're going to be taking on more cases at once we're going to need a bigger white-board."
The boys smiled; she was right.
And it meant that there would be no more disagreements over who got to write on the white-board, Wilson thought. Clever girl.
"Dr. Wilson, can I get you some coffee?"
"No thanks, Cameron, I'm not staying," he looked right at her at he spoke, "I just came to tell you- House is awake."
AN: How was that? I'm sorry if the description isn't very clear- I can see it in my head, but it's hard to get down on paper! I was going to leave it as another cliffie, but since it's a really short chapter, I decided to stick on another one.
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