A/N: Okay, so I haven't dropped off the face of the earth, I'm just totally lame at updating. Sorry! Well, here's the next chapter anyways. Don't worry if things start to get a little bit…off, lol.

It wasn't long after Chase shut the window that Cameron's fever came back. She was turning over in her sleep a lot, and mumbling slightly. He had spent many nights with her; she had always been a heavy sleeper, never moving, never mumbling.

She was sick.

Chase waited, watching her diligently until he could see her face had turned bright red. Then he got up and knelt next to her bed, laying his hand on her forehead.

"Burning up…" he mumbled, shaking his head. Moving his hands to his knees he tried to decide what to do. He could let her sleep and see if she felt better in the morning, but her fever seemed pretty aggressive. If it went too high it could cause long lasting damage. The only way to tell if she was safe was to take her temperature, with a thermometer he didn't have. Damn.

"Cameron…" He shook her gently, looking for some response, "Cameron come on, wake up"

"Chase?" her voice was quiet and hoarse as she blinked and opened her eyes just slightly. He managed a small smile,

"Hey, how're you feeling?" He asked.

"Worse. I think I need-" she stopped suddenly, slamming her eyes shut in pain. Chase bit his bottom lip, not sure what he should do.

"Cameron? Are you alright?" Chase asked nervously. He wanted desperately to reach out and hold her hand, but wasn't sure how she would react.

"Hospital" She choked out, tears suddenly streaming down her cheeks. Chase stood up,

"Alright, just stay calm. Wrap your arms around my neck." Chase leaned over and Cameron did as she was told, hanging on around his neck while he lifted her out of her bed and into his arms.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault you got sick," Chase said, talking to keep her awake while he carried her out of her bedroom and into the living room. "Like I said, you probably picked something up at the hospital from a clinic patient or something, there's nothing you could have done" He grabbed his keys off of her coffee table.

"But I…" Cameron's words became incoherent as she cried into Chase's shoulder. Chase wanted to say something, but the words got caught in his throat and he silently carried her outside to his car.

"Here you go, just hang tight" he said finally, setting her down in the passengers seat and helping her with her seatbelt. Then, going around to the other side of the car, he got in and sped towards the hospital.

He was there in record time. Getting out of the car, he walked around to the other side and went to pick Cameron up again when he realized something.

"Cameron…Cameron, you with me?" He shook her first gently, then harder, but got no response. His own heart beginning to race, he pressed his index and middle fingers to her wrist and held his breath until finally he felt the faint pulse. He let out a sigh of relief before pulling her into his arms once more and carrying her into the Emergency Room.

At first none of the other doctors noticed when he came in, then the receptionist looked up and gasped, obviously recognizing them, and Chase suddenly felt the other doctors' eyes on them.

"She needs help…now"

When Cameron woke up she was in a room that was too bright and too loud. In the few seconds she had her eyes open she recognized the white washed walls of a patient room in the hospital. But how did she get there?

"House, no…no, she's not awake yet, but…yes I get that…drugs…no I'm not just guessing…" Chase's voice filled her ears and she couldn't help but smile. It was sweet of him to come stay with her while she was sick…or injured, she couldn't remember which. The last thing she did remember was sitting in the passenger's seat of his car. He had been driving her home, then… Cameron bit down on her lip in frustration. She could picture it in her head, they had been driving, he had been approaching the intersection, and then nothing. Had they been in an accident?

"Make Foreman do it!…what, you'll call and wake me up at three in the morning, but not him?…you didn't know that when you called!…No!" Chase must have slammed his cellphone shut pretty hard, because Cameron heard it loud and clear. She made another attempt at opening her eyes and succeeded, squinting as she sat up and scanned the room for Chase. He was standing a few feet from her bed, back turned to her,

"You should go" she blurted, meaning it and not at the same time. She knew he should go, but she didn't want him to.

"Hey, you're awake" he said, turning around and mustering up a smile as he ignored what she had said, "How're you feeling?"

"Fine, just umm…what am I doing here?"

Chase came over and sat next to the bed, not quite meeting her eyes,

"What do you remember?" he asked,

"I remember you were giving me a ride home…and that's it. Were we in an accident or something?"

Chase shook his head, "No, nothing like that. You were sick…You had a fever and you were in a lot of pain, so I brought you here, but you passed out on the way over. You're dehydrated and you've got the flu, but you'll be fine."

"Oh…so we've got another patient?" Cameron asked, trying to change the subject. She didn't know what time it was, or what had happened in the time she couldn't remember (other than being sick), but life went on and so did she.

"No, House, Foreman, and I have got another patient. All you have to do for the next week or so is stay home and rest."

Cameron rolled her eyes, "Chase I'm fine. I just have to drink more water and take some medicine, I can't just miss work for a week. Sorry, but you'll just have to deal with me being around, I know it hurts you because I keep rejecting you and all."

"Yeah you're really fine, that's why you woke up in the middle of the night sobbing about someone who wasn't there." He snapped back. Cameron's face turned bright red as she tried to figure out which part of his statement to tackle first. Her curiosity ended up winning,
"Why were you at my apartment while I was asleep?" She asked. Chase continued to avoid eye contact for only a moment, then finally looked up and laughed sadly.

"Do you really not remember, or are you just trying to screw with me?"

"I really don't remember." Her voice was softer now, urging him to tell her. Her green eyes stared into his blue and he knew she honestly didn't have any recollection of what had happened at her apartment.

"You were already starting to feel sick when we got back to your apartment," he began, breaking their eye contact, "You couldn't walk, I had to carry you. I got you to your room and I was going to go home, but you pretty much begged me to stay…you were really sick, I didn't want to leave you alone…"

"Thank you" she said quietly, turning her own eyes down and staring at her hands. She wondered if anyone else would have stayed with her when she was sick. Anyone else, she decided, would have left and told her to call if she needed anything. Only Chase would stick around, comfort her if she woke up crying, and drive her to the hospital. She bit her bottom lip, what would she have done if he wasn't there?

" Well lookie here, Sleeping Beauty's up from her nap. I'd ask if a kiss from Prince Charming did the trick, but I've only just got here"

Chase and Cameron both rolled their eyes, looking up at House as he limped in followed by a nurse pushing his famous whiteboard.

"House, what are you doing?" Chase asked, slightly annoyed.

"We've got a patient."

"It's 3 in the morning"

"Right, we'll just tell the patient to stop dying until we're all nice and rested"

Chase was about to argue further, but Cameron caught his eye and shook her head slightly, warning him away from it.

"Symptoms?" she asked. House began to list the symptoms on the blackboard, but Chase was more interested in watching Cameron. She was squinting at the board, trying to read without her glasses. It was as if everything that had just happened with them was gone, they were back to work, and therefore back to being nothing more than collegues.

Finally, with a few last words about the late hour and an order for Chase to test the patient's blood House left, leaving Chase and Cameron alone in her room.

"I'd better go test the blood" Chase said in annoyance, standing up from his seat next to Cameron's bed and heading towards the door.

"Wait"

he paused at her voice and turned around to look at her.

"Can we talk? You know, later, after you go home and sleep?"

Chase nodded, "Yeah, alright"

Cameron watched him walk from the room and smiled to herself. They had a lot to talk about, not all of it good, but she had a feeling that when they were done talking, things were going to be better. She lay her head down on her pillow and let her eyes flutter shut. In a matter of moments she fell into a deep sleep, and the man who had come to stand in her doorway was free to make his first move.

A/N: Cliff hanger! Lol maybe not really :P I'm actually really happy, because I got this done before 8:00 (NEW HOUSE!!!!!) So please review and I will try to update soon. Oh, and I'm sorry this was kind of short :(

-Remy