A/N: Hi peeps! I'm SOOOO sorry it took me like ages to update this, I couldn't figure out where to take it lol. This is a continuation of the last chapter so there's no present day part at the beginning…

Cameron and Chase walked silently back to the parking lot. Cameron had taken off her glove and wrapped it around her bleeding hand. The cut wasn't bad, it just stung like hell. Finally they reached Cameron's car and she gasped,

"Someone slashed my tires!" Chase frowned, crouching down to examine the front wheel of Cameron's car. Sure enough there was a long gash in the tire, which left it deflated and unsuitable for driving on.

"Damn vandals. Come on, I'll give you a ride, you can call for a tow truck in the morning." Chase said, standing up and turning to go to his car. He paused when he realized that Cameron wasn't following him. She was standing still, staring at her car.

"You don't think he could have-"

"No. I don't. He's not really there. You're imagining him because he freaked you out, but he's not really there. Now come on. You need to go home and get some rest." Cameron nodded slowly, then hesitated for a moment before turning and following Chase to his car. As she got into the passenger's seat she tried not to take notice of the slight movement she caught out of the corner of her eye. Chase was right, she was just imagining things, she had to be just imagining things. Chase got in the car and began the familiar route to Cameron's apartment.

"Do you really think I'm just seeing things?" Cameron asked as they stopped at a red light. Chase nodded,

"I'm sure the guy was a creep, but why would he follow you around everywhere? You've got nothing to worry about. Some rest and time away from House and you'll be back to seeing fairies and rainbows" Cameron laughed slightly, resting her head against the cool glass of the window. She really was exhausted; she couldn't remember the last time she had got a good night's sleep. Suddenly the light turned green and Chase turned a corner. Cameron just happened to glance in the rearview mirror at that moment and saw the face that had been haunting her reflected. She let out a shriek and Chase jumped in surprise.

"BLOODY HELL CAMERON! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US INTO AN ACCIDENT!?" He screamed, his heart still racing from the sudden shock. Cameron ignored him, still staring at the rearview mirror, though his face was no longer visible. She tried to rationalize it in her head, tried to convince herself that it was just her imagination, but she couldn't. Finally Chase pulled up outside her apartment building.

"Cameron what the hell's going on with you?" Suddenly it was like Cameron had come out of a trance, she turned and looked at Chase,

"I saw him, in the mirror, I saw his face" the words were surprisingly hard to form and Cameron saw Chase frown, concern written all over his face.

"Are you alright? You're shaking pretty hard" Cameron nodded; she had to keep her wits about her. The truth was that she hadn't even realized the shaking.

"I'm scared! This guy could be stalking me and-" she was quiet when Chase reached across and put his hand on her forehead,

"You're burning up." Chase felt his voice lighten, he had been ready to kill Cameron a moment ago, but his medical instincts were kicking into gear. All he knew was that she was sick and he was a doctor, "Allison you're sick"

"I'm not Robert I'm fine, I just…" Suddenly Cameron held her head and winced in pain,

"You're obviously sick. Don't move" Chase got out of the car and walked around to the other side, opening the passenger door.

"Look at me" Chase reached out and gently tipped Cameron's head up so she was looking at him.

"Pupils are dialated. Come on, we've got to get you upstairs" Cameron didn't protest, unbuckling her seatbelt and trying to stand up. Her legs were too weak though and she fell backwards onto the seat.

"Here-" Chase made to pick her up, but Cameron frowned,

"I'm fine!" She tried to stand up again, and failed for the second time. Chase rolled his eyes,

"Yeah you're fine. Now suck up your pride and let me pick you up or spend the rest of the night in my car. Your choice." Cameron glared at him then looked down at her shaking arms and sighed,

"Fine" Chase smirked, scooping Cameron up bridal style and kicking the car door shut. He could feel her body trembling and subconsciously held her closer. She lay head on his shoulder as he kicked open the door and started up the stairs.

"He's going to get me" Cameron mumbled softly, her eyes beginning to flutter. Chase took the stairs faster now,

"Stay with me Allison." He said. Finally he reached the top of the stairs and realized Cameron had left her bag in his car, and her key was probably in the bag.

"Do you have an extra key around here somewhere?" Cameron nodded,

"Under the mat" she managed to get out. Chase stooped over carefully and retrieved the extra key, unlocking the door. Without hesitation he went into the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed, her dark hair contrasting the clean white pillows it fanned across.

"Robert I'm fine," Cameron insisted pointedly, reprimanding him for using her first name while propping herself up on her elbows. Chase shook his head,

"You're sick, now lie back and give me your arm so I can check your heart rate." Cameron groaned in annoyance, leaning back against the headboard and holding her arm out. Chase took her wrist and found her pulse, holding his thumb where he found it for a moment before sighing,

"It's a bit fast. You probably caught something at the hospital. Your immune system is in the toilet from being overworked. Lie down and try to get some rest. God knows you haven't been getting enough recently." Cameron nodded, laying down and shutting her eyes. She felt better with him there, safer, like nothing could hurt her. After a few moments she heard the bed shift and frowned, opening her eyes to find Chase heading for the doorway.

"Wait," she said softly, fighting to keep her eyes open. He turned around and she saw how concerned he looked, "Don't leave me"

Chase saw the desperate look in her eyes and was inclined to go back and lay down next to her, but he stopped himself. Every time he was near her, every time he touched her or hugged her, or stared into her beautiful green eyes he wanted more. He wanted her to be his. Staying with her was just setting himself up to be disappointed.

"I think I should get going. You're a doctor; you can take care of yourself. I'll bring your bag up from my car, then I'm going back to my apartment" she tried to sit up and fell back onto the bed, tears filling her eyes,

"I need you" she said quietly, trying again to sit up and managing to support herself under a shaking arm. Chase was quiet, if he left her now it would ruin any chance he might have had with her. As he debated what to do he saw pain slowly cross her face as she desperately tried to keep herself up. Finally he sighed and nodded,

"Alright, I suppose I can crash on your couch for tonight…you know, in case you get worse." Cameron nodded just as her arm gave out under her and she crashed back onto the bed. The look of frustration on her face was obvious as she tried once more to sit up, but Chase walked over and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey," he said quietly, "Lie down, get some sleep. I'll be right in the living room, even if he was real he wouldn't be coming near you" He brushed his hand across her cheek and got a sleepy smile in return,

"Thank you" she said quietly. He nodded, walking back to the door and shutting the light off for her before heading into the living room and sitting down on the couch.

At least it's a comfortable couch he thought to himself, kicking off his shoes and stretching out. He rest his head on the armrest and sighed, for some reason he knew it was going to be a long night.

It was around midnight when Chase heard the loud thump coming from Cameron's bedroom. In his sleepy daze he ignored it until he heard a second, similar thump. It was then that he realized Cameron must have tried to get up and fallen. He yawned and stood up, walking into Cameron's bedroom and flicking on the light. Sure enough he found Cameron in a heap on the floor next to her bed. Her body was still shaking madly, though Chase wasn't sure if it was from chills or from her sobbing.

"Cameron? Are you okay?" Chase rushed to her side and kneeled down next to her, not sure what to do.

"He, he was in here! St-standing next to my b-bed." She chocked out through her sobs. Chase sighed,

"Cameron you were just-"

"He t-touched my cheek, that's what woke me up. Then I tried to scream and he put his hand over my mouth and told me not to make a noise until he was gone, and I tried to get away from him and I fell so he left. He knew you were here" Cameron was now in complete hysterics. Chase wrapped his arms around her and held her close to his body.

"Shhh, calm down. You were probably just dreaming and fell off the bed. He wasn't really here, it was all in your head." Cameron took a few deep breaths and finally managed to calm herself down.
"Right…he couldn't have been here. It must be the fever." Chase nodded reaching up and putting his hand against her forehead. He was surprised to find that it had cooled off, she definetly didn't have a fever anymore.

"Yeah, you're still umm burning up. You should go back to sleep" Cameron nodded and with Chase's help managed to get back on the bed. As soon as her head hit the pillows, her eyes shut and her breathing evened, she was asleep. Chase watched her for a few moments, not sure what to think. She had just had a nightmare, it had to have been a nightmare, right?

"It's freezing in here" Chase mumbled, realizing for the first time how cold the room was. It was no wonder Cameron had cooled down. Chase looked around the room, trying to figure out what was causing the cold temperature until his eyes rest on the window in the corner. It was wide open, and leading to the fire escape outside. Chase felt sick, that had definetly not been open earlier. He walked over and pulled himself out onto the metal structure, looking around for any other signs of human life, but he found nothing. Finally he gave up and climbed back inside, shutting the window and sitting down in the chair next to it. Cameron's dream may not have been a dream, and if it wasn't he sure as hell wasn't leaving her alone.

A/N: Dun Dun DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! Sorry it kind of sucked, I just wanted to get something up. So PLEASE REVIEW (!!) and I will try to update again soon

-Remy