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15 June 2006 @ 09:47 am
 
Date: 6/15/06, middle of the day
Location: The conference room in diagnostics
Status: Private, for the most part.
Characters: Cameron, Chase, and Lizzie
Completion: Incomplete



It'd been a rough morning. It'd taken Chase almost an hour to get to the hospital because of a traffic accident near his apartment, and House gave him clinic duty when he arrived. The clinic had been full of dripping children and angry mothers who were sure they'd googled the right diagnosis at home. And now it seemed like he was way behind on his charting, something he tried to keep up on normally.

He chewed his bottom lip as he wrote, filling in the boxes systematically. He was hoping that perhaps if he finished these he could sneak out early today and relax a little. Maybe go see a movie or something.

There. That was all of them. He closed the file folder and picked up the stack he'd made on the table. Mentally crossing his fingers in hopes of a clean getaway. Then he heard it.

"Robbie? Oh, Robbie, I was hoping I could find you." His whole body tensed up at her voice. It was her. Crazy pet store girl. Lizzie, maybe? He wasn't sure.

"I..." He didn't know where to begin. He'd told her that whatever they were doing was over. He'd never told her he worked at PPTH, and he'd definitely told her that she couldn't call him Robbie. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted a second chance, Robbie! You just...left me without warning. I thought things were going well." She whined.

"The fact that you still call me Robbie when I've asked you several times not to is proof that they weren't. You only liked me because I didn't ever say anything. I can't do that." He didn't want to do this. Certainly not now and definitely not here.

"Look, if this is because I wanted to have sex with you, I'm not a whore or anything. I just thought we'd been dating for a while and..."

"We hadn't been dating for a while! We hadn't even been dating. I'm not even sure what your name is!"
 
 
 
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: attitudethroughtrauma on June 15th, 2006 02:36 pm (UTC)
Cameron stopped dead in her tracks, ignoring the vibrating cell phone in her pocket, and listened in on Chase and Crazy Petstore Girl's conversation.

Today was not the day to mess with Cameron.

She wasn't wearing make-up, her hair was up in a very loose pony-tail and pieces of stray hair were falling in her face, her clip board was held tight to her chest, and she wasn't wearing heals; she was wearing Crocs. Needless to say, she didn't look as much like the professional doctor that she usually did.

More like the morning after she'd taken drugs and fucked Chase.

Robbie?

She looked at Chase, who looked like he was going to spontaneously explode at any moment. So she threw caution to the wind, decided not to think about the consequences, and stepped in--right between Crazy Petshop Girl and Chase. "Listen," she said, almost leaning back against Chase and facing Crazy Petshop Girl. "Robert doesn't like being called Robbie; he doesn't know your name and he says you never dated. And from listening to your conversation with him... I can understand why he thinks your crazy."

You might say Cameron had issues with being forced into things.

She put her hand on her hip and leaned forward, obviously angered more than she was letting on. She poked Crazy Petshop Girl in the chest with her finger, nudging her back so she got the picture to leave. "So if you know what's good for you, back off."
not_a_wombat: (g) facenot_a_wombat on June 15th, 2006 02:50 pm (UTC)
There was a part of Chase's mind that wondered if this would resolve itself if he just ran from the room right now. But Cameron was blocking the door anyway.

Lizzie looked wide-eyed at Cameron. "You must be the one he talks about. Allison? With the cats?" She turned back to Chase. "She's not nearly as pretty as you made her out to be."

For fucks sake. "Please, just...don't do this right now."

"Robbi...Robert, I just want another chance!"
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: stunnedthroughtrauma on June 15th, 2006 03:02 pm (UTC)
Cameron's eyes widened and her face flushed when she insulted her. "And you're a lot crazier than he made you out to be. It says a lot if he's talking about me and our cats while he's off with you. Take a hint!" she said, snapping at one of the nurses. "Tell security to escort this woman out and bar her from the hospital. She's stalking one of the doctors!"

Patients were looking at them and she was sure that this was against hospital rules. But... she wanted to help Chase.

Before waiting for security or a reply, she turned to Chase and put her hand on his arm gently. "Let's go," she said quietly. "Security is going to take her and we'll get a restraining order."
not_a_wombat: (g) looking down the hallnot_a_wombat on June 15th, 2006 04:22 pm (UTC)
Chase looked stunned as he watched the guards take escort her from the building. He relaxed a bit, glad he was safe. Safe? Had Cameron saved him?

"What'd you do that for?" He said, moving away from her. "I had it under control."
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: criticalthroughtrauma on June 15th, 2006 04:32 pm (UTC)
Cameron furrowed her brows at Chase and tilted her head. "You had it under control?" she repeated, raising her brows.

It didn't look like Chase had it under control at all. She stiffened. Maybe this hadn't been serious; Chase did like playing games with people.
not_a_wombat: (g) it says chasenot_a_wombat on June 15th, 2006 04:50 pm (UTC)
Except for the psycho chick, yes, it was under control. "Yeah. I mean, she was a little crazy, but she's mostly harmless." He wanted to check and make sure the scratches she'd left on his arm from trying to pull him back into her apartment, but he was afraid that, if he looked, Cameron would notice.

"I could have talked to her. You didn't have to be so mean." He knew those weren't the right words the second they left his mouth.
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: downthroughtrauma on June 15th, 2006 04:58 pm (UTC)
Cameron's face pinched up and she looked like she'd been smacked in the face with a blunt object. "I see," she said stiffly, going automatically into stiff and terse disposition.

"Well, by all means, go catch security before they harm your innocent girlfriend by removing her from harassing you," she said, turning on her heal.
not_a_wombat: o rly?not_a_wombat on June 15th, 2006 05:25 pm (UTC)
"Yeah," he said bitterly as he walked over and grabbed his stack of folders off the table, "And maybe you can go curl up to House, convince him to take you out again. Or would clinic guy be jealous?"

Not waiting for a reply, he headed for the clinic to return the folders, half of him wishing the doors in the hospital would slam.
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: dead-panthroughtrauma on June 15th, 2006 05:36 pm (UTC)
Cameron, back to Chase as she was storming out of the clinic, paused in her tracks again.

House?

That was insane.

For a second, she considered turning around and telling him that, but did he deserve an explanation? Maybe she had been being nosey. She'd only been trying to help.

She frowned. Maybe she'd overstepped her boundaries. Again. She just needed to leave Chase alone for good.

She breezed through the clinic doors and back toward the diagnostics conference room. At least there she could be alone.