Cameron left him, as she did every morning, in the entrance hall, right at the path that segued off to the ER. She didn't like holding hands at work, or kissing him, or showing any other physical sign of affection-- "It's not professional," she'd said, and, more honestly, "It feels strange." Chase didn't think there'd be anything out of place with a brief kiss, he's seen other intra-hospital couples do it. But if he insisted on pushing Cameron every step of the way, she'd have fled eons ago.
At any rate, Chase didn't need any indications besides her bright, wide smile and the twinkle in her eye. "Going to mess more with House today?"
The bet he'd run yesterday was the best thing he'd done in months, and not just for the extra cash padding his wallet. "Think I'll give him a break, for now," Chase said with mock deep thought.
"Don't wait too long, or he'll get complacent," Cameron said and, still grinning, turned around, her tight hair bun bobbing as she sauntered to the ER.
Chase headed off to the hallways that would lead him to the OR, whistling to himself. Cameron loved her new job, and Chase was glad for that. She'd been perkier, less in doubt; treating the extreme cases gave her that every-second-counts thrill and that same immidiacy challenged her to think as fast as possible. Chase hadn't wanted to stay in Princeton-Plainsboro; if they were going to leave House, they ought to make a clean break. But when they'd discussed their options, that night she showed up on his doorstep insisting it was Tuesday, curled up on his couch with a couple of wineglasses, she'd become listless, constantly shifting, as they suggested places to move to. The moment he said that maybe they should stay, she relaxed, leaning more of her weight against his chest.
So they'd stayed. Always needing more competent hands in the ER, Cuddy had offered her the job. Cameron had accepted at once. Chase had resisted a little longer, trying for work in another local hospital. But after a couple of months of "We're not hiring right now," he took on the open spot in the surgery department. The work wasn't bad. He missed the fun of spinning unrelated symptoms into something that made sense; missed the fun of House. No other doctor had that same devil-may-care approach, and Chase had always gotten a kick out of it. But that bridge had been more than burned, and surgery was intriguing in its way. While he'd probably try for another specialty in a few years, for now he felt good. Happy.
The same, apparentely, could not be said of Foreman, who was storming his way through the crowds of nurses and orderlies. Chase smirked. So he hadn't taken his suggestion to lighten up and enjoy himself. Big surprise there. Foreman did love digging his heels in self-conflict, as much as he critiscized for doing the same. Chase waved and walked up to him, unable to resist the chance to make fun of him. "I'd say you look about forty-nine times unhappier than yesterday. You should've just called her."
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At any rate, Chase didn't need any indications besides her bright, wide smile and the twinkle in her eye. "Going to mess more with House today?"
The bet he'd run yesterday was the best thing he'd done in months, and not just for the extra cash padding his wallet. "Think I'll give him a break, for now," Chase said with mock deep thought.
"Don't wait too long, or he'll get complacent," Cameron said and, still grinning, turned around, her tight hair bun bobbing as she sauntered to the ER.
Chase headed off to the hallways that would lead him to the OR, whistling to himself. Cameron loved her new job, and Chase was glad for that. She'd been perkier, less in doubt; treating the extreme cases gave her that every-second-counts thrill and that same immidiacy challenged her to think as fast as possible. Chase hadn't wanted to stay in Princeton-Plainsboro; if they were going to leave House, they ought to make a clean break. But when they'd discussed their options, that night she showed up on his doorstep insisting it was Tuesday, curled up on his couch with a couple of wineglasses, she'd become listless, constantly shifting, as they suggested places to move to. The moment he said that maybe they should stay, she relaxed, leaning more of her weight against his chest.
So they'd stayed. Always needing more competent hands in the ER, Cuddy had offered her the job. Cameron had accepted at once. Chase had resisted a little longer, trying for work in another local hospital. But after a couple of months of "We're not hiring right now," he took on the open spot in the surgery department. The work wasn't bad. He missed the fun of spinning unrelated symptoms into something that made sense; missed the fun of House. No other doctor had that same devil-may-care approach, and Chase had always gotten a kick out of it. But that bridge had been more than burned, and surgery was intriguing in its way. While he'd probably try for another specialty in a few years, for now he felt good. Happy.
The same, apparentely, could not be said of Foreman, who was storming his way through the crowds of nurses and orderlies. Chase smirked. So he hadn't taken his suggestion to lighten up and enjoy himself. Big surprise there. Foreman did love digging his heels in self-conflict, as much as he critiscized for doing the same. Chase waved and walked up to him, unable to resist the chance to make fun of him. "I'd say you look about forty-nine times unhappier than yesterday. You should've just called her."