I still do not own House. *cry* :(
A little warning for those who like characters to stay exactly how they are from the show: Chase is going to do something out-of-character. Sorry. It's going to be a lead to some plot thickening. This story is very angsty; remember that. I'm a sucker for that kind of thing. Enjoy!
"So, about last night."
Cameron smiled and trailed a single finger down House's chest. "It was awesome."
House was no fool. "Yeah, it was awesome." He moved her head in a downward motion, avoiding her direct gaze.
"Something is wrong," Cameron knew that look, "whats up?"
"You didn't, uh ... do what you did ... um," he was tripping over his words, "you didn't have sex with me because you didn't want me to leave, did you?"
The brunette giggled, much to House's surprise. "Greg, I love you. How much more proof do you need? But, you can't leave me now anyway," she joked. "Sex with me is hot."
"The hottest." House added. Cameron was right. The sex was fantastic. He'd never felt like that before. It was something about how she could maintain youthfulness and maturity simultaneously. Allison Cameron was no virgin, but there were hints of innocence about her.
Cameron stood over a frying pan, the sound of oil popping indicated bacon and eggs being fried.
House admired the beautiful woman. She stood with a hand on her hip and another gripping the handle. Her brunette hair curled down her back and House thought Cameron looked like a goddess. Approaching her from behind, House wrapped his arms around her small waist and placed a kiss on the back of her head.
"Mmmm," Allison moaned, a smile appearing on her face, "Good morning."
"Morning," He kissed her again, "It smells really good."
Cameron flipped the bacon. "Thanks," she replied, as if she had anything to do with the aroma of smoking bacon. She transferred it to a plate and placed it directly in front of House. "Enjoy."
He took a bite, "This is amazing! You managed to make a basic meal into a delectable feast. Tell me your ways, woman!"
She smirked, "It's all about the coconut oil. I use it in everything."
"Brilliant," House took another bite. When he noticed that she wasn't eating any of the bacon, he asked, "Aren't you going to have some?"
She shook her head. "Nope, I'm eating yogurt."
"Borrr-ing," He held out a piece, "I see through your games, little lady. Get me hopped up on greasy goodness so I grow fat and die of a heart attack. Good insurance payout." He winked.
"Yup. That's the plan. So, eat up." Cameron ate a spoonful of Greek yogurt mixed with blueberries and chia seeds. "Yum." She lifted a brow.
The two finished up their breakfasts, talking of the night before. House apologized for making her cry but also how it lead to such a meaningful night. He realized how lucky he was to have a woman like Allison in his life. Not many men were that blessed. She was thankful for him to; he knew how to treat a woman. She was glad for that. The most important of all, she ensured that if he tried to pull a stunt like he did again, he wouldn't live through it.
When they finished eating, House drove them to work. It was an abrupt end to the weekend, but a necessary one. They came to work with giddy grins and laughable repertoire. Chase and Foreman found it sickening.
"We have a patient," Foreman shoved a file into House's grasp, "27-year-old male with depressed mood-"
House stopped him, making a sound that could only be identified as a buzzer, "Not taking it."
Foreman persisted, "You might find this medically interesting, House."
"Why?"
"He's 27 with a failing heart."
House grabbed the file away from the neurologist, "Interesting." He scanned it's entirety.
Foreman, pleased that he got House to comply, followed up with more symptoms. "Heart failure, depressed mood, but no history of any conditions."
Deciding the case was intriguing enough for him to investigate, House visited the patient. "How're you feeling? Oh, right, you're heart's failing. You must feel pretty down." He limped to the bedside.
"I feel fine," the man said, "no way my heart is failing. I'm sure I'm fine. I just want some meds, I've just been feeling depressed lately."
House rolled his eyes, "Oh! I forgot! We have a new cure in this hospital. If the patient is sure they're fine, they are! Problem solved." He grabbed a syringe and stabbed the patient in the heart.
"What the hell?"
He pulled out a large quantity of blood. "See this? This is blood," the sarcasm in his voice even more pronounced, "blood in the chest is normally bad. But, if you're sure you're fine-"
The man's heart rate was increasing, "Oh god."
"Leave me alone," Cameron pushed past Foreman and Chase as they followed at her heels "I'm not talking to you about this."
Foreman laughed. "Come on, Cameron. Normally, I'd beg you to keep it to yourself. But it's different now. Tell us!"
The brunette quickened her pace down the hall. She did not want to spend her afternoon discussing her sex life with the two worst doctors she could talk to.
"You're sick!" She whipped around and placed her hands on her hips. Cameron let out a sigh of relief when she felt a tall presence come up beside her.
"You heard the woman, leave her alone. Don't you have jobs to do?" House stared down the two diagnosticians.
No longer able to get a word out of their female co-worker, Chase and Foreman gave up and walked in the other direction. "We'll be back."
With a turn of her heels, Allison smiled up at the 6'2 doctor who was already holding her waist. "Thank you."
He planted a kiss on her lips. "Always happy to help out."
"They will not leave me alone! They know I'm with you, but somehow they found out we had sex- wait," Cameron retracted. "Did you tell them?"
"No." House tapped his cane. "Boys have a way of knowing. We read you lusty chicks like books."
She frowned. "Is that all that's on your minds?"
"Yup.," House stuck out a lip and nodded. "Pretty much. Especially when there's a really sexy babe just out of reach." He supplemented his words with another kiss.
Cameron couldn't help but smile. "I can't imagine how you felt the last two years."
House pulled Cameron closer, saying, "You have no idea." He met her lips for the third time in two minutes. "You taste like strawberries."
"That's funny, because I ate garlic noodles for lunch," She winked.
"Do you really think being nasty will turn me away? You know I like my girls dirty."
The brunette rolled her eyes in mock offense.
House moaned as their beepers simultaneously went off. "Damn, couldn't our patient wait an hour before he goes into anaphylaxis?"
Cameron followed quickly behind House who limped his way to the patient's room. They joined a distressed Chase who was holding the patient down. "He needs to be moved to the ER immediately. He just had multiple heart attacks."
House ordered everyone out and the ER team did their duty. He returned to the diagnostic room to discuss new possibilities.
"Cushing's explains his mood," Chase offered.
"But not the heart attack," Cameron jumped in.
The team sat in frustration, unable to come to any conclusions. Not one of them had any leads save for Foreman, who conducted more heart tests. He though he had a revelation when the patient got better with barbiturates, but it was only temporary.
Wilson cursed as his lunch spilled over the paperwork he'd been working on for hours. He flashed House a raving glare, as it was the gruff doctor's fault for Wilson's reaction. When he slammed the door open, it caused him to jerk.
"Sorry, Jimmy," said a very not sorry House, sauntering into the office.
"Do you ever just knock? A fully-functioning person would," Wilson gestured with his hands before cleaning up the spill.
House ignored him and picked up the part of Wilson's sandwich that remained intact on the plate.
"A fully-functioning person also wouldn't steal other people's food."
"Oh, stop being so whiny. If I wanted to talk to a whiny person, I'd chat with Cameron during Shark Week."
"It's a wonder you even scored a woman like that," Wilson stood up and trashed the contaminated food. "Can you just get on with whatever daedalian spiel you came in to harass me with?"
"I'm gonna pretend that I understand whatever the fuck you just said," House took another bite. "What is this? Chicken? Tuna?"
Wilson laughed, "It's Tofu. I gave up meat."
House nearly choked on 'his' food, "Since when?"
"Since I visited Happy Hen Farms," Wilson sat back. "You should see what happens to them at those slaughterhouses."
"Oh god!" House threw away the sandwich, "where are all the men in this hospital?"
"Sometimes, House, people care for things that aren't themselves. If we're born with a good heart, it causes us to be happy. Maybe you weren't born with a good heart. It explains why you never-"
Despite Wilson's attempt to explain some sort of moral cause of his selfishness, House left him.
"What if the heart problem is causing the depression?" House entered onto the team. "This whole time we have been looking at them as two separate symptoms."
Cameron spoke up, "It still doesn't make sense in relation to his age."
"It makes more sense than anything anyone here has said!" His tone was more abrasive than intended and he silently regretted it when he saw the increased dampness in Cameron's eyes. "Check his C-Reactive proteins and cytokines. If they're low, it's the heart causing the depression."
The team nodded and tended to their tasks.
Chase and Cameron stood in the lab, testing the patient's blood. Both were fading into exhaustion as the day turned to night.
"One day he's gonna hurt you," Chase stopped the work and looked to his side.
The brunette furrowed her eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"House. He's gonna do something that makes you really upset and you won't be able to handle it. He's a dick, Cameron. I don't think he has any idea how to treat a woman." As if he has recited some objective statement, Chase went right back to the bloodwork.
"You don't think, Chase."
The Australian scoffed, "You know I'm right. I saw how you acted back there when he yelled at us. That never used to bother you like it does now. If something so trivial as that makes you tear up, imagine how you'll react when he says something that's actually hurtful and directed at you."
"He won't hurt me. He loves me. You just can't understand that. You're jealous."
"Hah!" The blonde guffawed, "I am not jealous."
"You say that," she turned only her head and looked Chase straight in the eyes, "but you're inching closer to me with every word. And that thing in your pocket is definitely not a phone." She shifted her eyes down to Chase's pants, "You're such a horny weasel. It's disgusting."
Within seconds, Chase lunged himself onto the female doctor, forcing his mouth onto hers. Against her protests, he pushed against her harder.
"Chase, wh-what the fuck?" Cameron punched her fists at him, "Stop it!"
Chase just held on harder. "Isn't this what you want? Rough, primal sex? It's what House gives you. I can give you that too." He continued to assert himself over her, clutching her shoulders with tight grips. He had her pinned against the wall, hands making their way under her shirt and up her abdomen.
"Get off of me!" With a mighty push, Cameron slammed him against the table. The patient's blood spilled over both of them. She grabbed the closest thing to her, an empty vile, and threw it at Chase's face. It didn't do much to stop him, but gave her enough headway to ran out the door. She cursed as she tripped over an uncovered cable. Chase reached her faster, pushing her up against the wall again. He began to rip off her shirt and unhook her bra.
"I said get away!" Allison was screaming now, tears pouring from her eyes.
Chase, the stronger of the two, held Allison's arms in place. "Come on, Allie. Don't look so upset. I know you want this."
House, who was making his way to the lab, peered in the window. It looked dark from the outside and one would have to be right up on it in order to see anything inside. He looked closer and when he saw Chase and Cameron, he saw red.
Anger did not begin to describe the feeling he felt. He really didn't have time to feel much as he grabbed the pitiful being by the scruff of his shirt, flinging him across the room. His hands formed a fist and it quickly made contact with Chase's jaw. The forceful blow knocked him to the floor, where House met him to continue the beating. He laid punch after punch on the blonde man, his eyes growing puffy and mouth filling with blood. With one final act of aggression, House grabbed the front of Chase's shirt and slammed his head against the ground.
Allison stood in the corner, heaving as she witnessed the entire event. And once House was sure that Chase wasn't going to get up, he tended to Cameron. "Did her hurt you? Are you alright?"
Other than the slight redness around her wrists and waist, Allison was fine. "I-I think so. I dunno what got into him. He just pounced on me." She was now clutching House's shirt, shaking uncontrollably.
It wasn't long before the sounds brought curious observers. Cuddy came running in, concern dressing he entire face. "What the hell did you do, House?"
House stared down at the lifeless body or Dr. Robert Chase. The man who would soon be stripped of his position at the hospital. When Cuddy found out what he did to a fellow employee, she immediately scheduled for his dismissal.
"You really did a number on him," Cuddy joined House's side.
"He's lucky I didn't kill him. God knows I want to."
Cuddy smiled, sympathetically. "You don't believe in God."
"If I did would it make any difference?"
Cuddy shook her head.
House motioned his head behind him to where Cameron stood. She was sitting with Wilson and a police officer, who was gathering information about the incident. He wondered how she would fare after that. The woman was extremely resilient.
"Is he gonna be okay?" The brunette asked when she came into the room.
"He's got a fractured jaw and bruising. But he's gonna be fine," House continued to look at the injured Australian.
"Thank you," she whispered, "if you weren't there ... he would've ... he would-"
House didn't feel the need to let her finish, "But I was there, Allison. It doesn't matter what would have happened. You don't have to worry about the wombat anymore. He'll be gone soon." He turned and looked at her. She nodded before brushing her hair back behind her ears, and left the room.
He followed her with his eyes as she sat back down outside. He noticed her hands- shaky and unsettled. He noticed how they never stayed in one place but fiddled with her pockets, laid in her lap, or fingered stray strands of hair. She was nervous. Even from a far distance, House could see how Allison bit her bottom lip as it quivered. He wanted desperately to go over and take her into his arms. But he also wanted to be present when Chase woke up, as there were a few choice words he needed to say.
Even though he wished it was him, House trusted Cuddy and Wilson to take care of Cameron. He hated to admit it, but House felt a twinge of jealousy as he watched Wilson wrap his arms around Allison, positioning her head against his chest. But he was glad someone was doing it; at least she didn't have to be upset alone.
When Chase opened his eyes, he was not sure of his surroundings. He turned his head and tried to sit up, stopping as intense pain pounded through his temples. "Gah!" he palmed his head and returned to the laying potion.
House, surprised that he was awake so soon, hobbled to his side. When Chase tried to sit up again, House shoved his cane against his chest, "Don't you dare move."
"What the f-"
"You've seen how bad I react when someone hurts me. And now you've hurt someone I love; someone I care about a thousand times more than myself. I swear, you little wombat," House felt his heart pounding harder than it ever had, "I swear that if you so much as think about Cameron, I will destroy you." He pressed the cane harder into Chase's flesh. "Next time- well, there will not be a next time- I will crush your skull." With his final words, House pressed buttons on the monitor. "You don't need the morphine." House was content as he heard the yells of pain that came out of a suffering Chase's mouth.