Chapter Eight
She was having a nightmare. She couldn't wake up. She couldn't move. She saw Kutner. He seemed so peaceful in his last moments. Like he knew what he was doing was right. She saw his grave site with a picture of him and flowers everywhere. Next to his grave site, however was a dug out empty grave. Allison Cameron was the name it read. A tear rolled down her cheek. She wondered if she had wasted so much time trying to please everyone, trying to please Christopher, to the point she was killing herself slowly and never realized it? Cameron promised herself that if she woke up, she was going to do it right. She wouldn't be the sweet and innocent woman everybody loved. She was going to be the person that had been forged from her recent experiences.
"Cameron? If you can hear me open your eyes!" she could hear a voice next to her face.
Her eyes jolted open when she felt the coldness of a wet cloth on her forhead. She blinked a few times to focus her vision and when she could see clearly, Chase was sitting by her side.
"Allison?" he said in a gentle, soothing tone.
"Chase?" she said breathing heavy, her small body now covered in sweat.
"Did you have a bad dream?" he asked as he helped her sit in and rubbed her back to try and soothe her.
She sighed, "I can't hide here forever. Christopher is a cop, Chase. Sooner or later he'll track the credit cards of people I work with and he'll find me here and then he'll come after all of you for helping me."
"When it comes to lying to the police and sneaking around, no one is better than House. He paid for the room in cash. If Christopher is watching us, all of us take a different route home everyday. We're keeping our eye out for trouble." Chase pushed back a strand of wispy, blonde hair from Cameron's face and secured it behind her ear.
She looked him in his eyes. She couldn't help but think back to when she and Chase had dated, however briefly. Sure, it started out purely as a sexual release, she did develop feelings for him. When it came down to it, Robert Chase was just as caring and polite as she was. She didn't need the guy version of herself, she needed someone who would fight with her, not physically of course, someone to argue with her, even if they both knew he was wrong, someone to who didn't have to try to be the right guy for her, he just was naturally. Someone like.. House.