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15 June 2006 @ 10:14 pm
 
Date: 6/15/06,night time
Location: Chase's Apartment, Cameron's apartment
Status: Private.
Characters: Cameron and Chase
Completion: Incomplete



After the argument with Cameron, Chase went back to his apartment and, after a brief fit in which he threw his couch out his second story window, took a nap. When he woke up, it was nearly six, and he felt absolutely awful. Cameron had helped him, and he’d been mean to her. She didn’t deserve that. And alienating one’s only friend in the state during the most depressing week of the year was never a smart move.

It was June fifteenth. The anniversary of his mother’s funeral. His birthday.

He picked up the phone and dialed her home number without a second thought. If she answered, and forgave him, maybe she’d come over. If she didn’t…well, at least he tried. The phone rang four times, then the machine picked up.

“Hello, you've reached Allison. I'm unable to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number, I'll call you back as soon as possible!" She was probably out with someone who was nicer to her than he was. Go figure.

“Hey, Allison, it’s Rob. I,” he paused, trying not to sound so miserable, “I was an ass today, and I’m really sorry. It’s been a bad week for me and I just…it doesn’t matter—you didn’t deserve that.”
 
 
 
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: concentratingthroughtrauma on June 16th, 2006 02:49 am (UTC)
Cameron was on the couch, dozing lazily and listening to Ivory, who was curled up on her stomach, purr loudly. She was screening calls, because Psycho Clinic Guy had been ringing her off the hook. Tomorrow she'd call and have her number changed so she didn't have to deal with that anymore.

When she heard Chase's voice, she gently pushed Ivory off her chest, which made Ivory look Very Cranky, and then dashed across the den and into the kitchen. She grabbed the phone from the wall next to her fridge and said breathlessly into the receiver, "Robert? Are you still there?"
not_a_wombat: tree chasenot_a_wombat on June 16th, 2006 02:54 am (UTC)
He couldn’t help but smile when she picked up the phone. “Hey, yeah, I’m here. Listen, I’m really sorry about earlier today. I’ve been having a bad week and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.throughtrauma on June 16th, 2006 02:56 am (UTC)
She leaned against the counter and twirled the phone cord around her fingers and smiled into the phone. Stupid Chase, being mean to her and then making her smile.

"No, no. It's fine. I shouldn't have butted in. It wasn't my business," she said, smile turning to a frown. "What's up? What's made your week so bad? You don't have to tell me if you don't want."
not_a_wombat: (g) chase facenot_a_wombat on June 16th, 2006 03:01 am (UTC)
“It’s just a bunch of little things at once. You know how it goes.” He paused a moment, deciding against elaborating over the phone. “Hey, are you doing anything tonight? I mean, if you are, I understand, but if you aren’t you could come over, if you wanted. I’ll make you dinner.” He held his breath, hoping she’d come over. He didn’t want to be alone tonight.
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: contentthroughtrauma on June 16th, 2006 03:05 am (UTC)
She was shocked that he'd asked her over. But... something was obviously wrong.

"No, I'm not doing anything. I'd love to come over," she said, taking her keys off their hook and dropping them into her open purse. "See you in thirty?"
not_a_wombat: pretty smilenot_a_wombat on June 16th, 2006 04:53 am (UTC)
“Ok.” He said softly, trying not to sound surprised. He hung up the phone, suddenly feeling better about everything. She didn’t hate him. She was coming over for dinner.

Fuck, she was coming over for dinner in less than thirty minutes. Chase put a pot of water on to boil and began straightening the apartment. Teeter mewed in annoyance at the lack of couch, which, Chase would admit, made his living room look funny.

Nearly thirty minutes later, once he’d set the table and was almost finished with a large bowl of spaghetti and garlic bread, Cameron knocked on the door to the apartment. He couldn’t fight the grin off his face as he opened the door. “Thanks for coming.”
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: ivorythroughtrauma on June 16th, 2006 06:05 pm (UTC)
Cameron hadn't really said that he was forgiven and her posture showed that she was still irritated with him. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her chin was lighted just enough to give her an air of arrogance.

"You're welcome," she said sincerely, however, as she walked in. "You... where is your... couch?" she asked, furrowing her brows and then looking at him curiously. "You said Teeter destroyed it, but I didn't know if you were serious."

Ivory, the anti-social kitten, popped her head out of Cameron's purse and belted out a meow that instantly had Teeter trotting into the den. "She climbed in my purse as I was leaving. Furbz was asleep. I..." It felt oddly intimate to be discussing her cats behavior with Chase. Especially since she was obviously so close to them.
not_a_wombat: tree chasenot_a_wombat on June 17th, 2006 02:58 am (UTC)
He looked down at his feet, hoping his cheeks weren't red. "I...umm...I told you I wasn't having the best week. I..." couldn't handle having the couch in the apartment so I chucked it out the window "I just had to get rid of it. It was bothering me."

He smiled at Ivory and Teeter as they greeted each other. "That's fine...I'm glad you brought her." They watched the cats for a moment, a bordering-uncomfortable silence falling upon them.

"I'm really sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have acted like that."
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: concentratingthroughtrauma on June 17th, 2006 04:06 am (UTC)
Cameron grinned at the kittens. They were growing super fast and she found that, these days, she couldn't take enough pictures of her girls.

She turned her head back toward Chase and nodded, a slight smile tugging on her lips. "It's no problem. I shouldn't have butted in. You were right," she said quietly, shrugging her lithe shoulders.

Before he could object or contradict her, she asked, "What are you cooking?"
not_a_wombat: distractednot_a_wombat on June 17th, 2006 04:22 am (UTC)
Chase wanted to explain, but he wasn't sure how--or where to start--and there really wasn't an excuse for being mean to her. "Spaghetti and garlic bread. It's almost ready, if you're hungry."

She nodded and they moved to the kitchen. Fighting off the feelings of dorkyness it aroused in him, he pulled her chair out for her, grinning as she sat down. "What do you want to drink?"
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: flustered & happythroughtrauma on June 17th, 2006 04:26 am (UTC)
She pulled her napkin into her lap and crossed her legs under the table, considering what she wanted to drink. "Spaghetti sounds really good. Smells that way too," she complimented.

Did she plan on asking about his week? Yes, she did. When they were settled in and were more comfortable.

"What are my options on a drink?"
not_a_wombatnot_a_wombat on June 17th, 2006 04:36 am (UTC)
He paused for a moment, thinking. "I've got orange juice, diet Coke, Gatorade, Guinness, and water." One last option coming to mind, he added, "And I think I might have a bottle of wine in the lettuce crisper."

As the buzzer on the oven went off, he pulled the garlic bread out of the oven and slid it into the awaiting basket on the counter. Testing his red sauce, he poured it on top of the large bowl of noodles and set both dishes on the table.
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: defensive of chasethroughtrauma on June 17th, 2006 04:44 am (UTC)
Cameron watched him move about the kitchen, eyes following him with more than just attraction. She relaxed in her chair, bobbing her leg slowly.

Ivory and Teeter started rubbing and circling her bare ankles, purring and headbutting her. She giggled, finding it ticklish. "Wine? Wine would be nice. I'm not much of a beer drinker. I like orange juice, though, if you don't have wine."

Orange juice and spaghetti? Only Cameron would mention that.
not_a_wombat: (g) named againnot_a_wombat on June 17th, 2006 04:58 am (UTC)
The wine was where he thought it'd be. He'd put it there a while ago, as he rarely drank wine on his own and needed the extra shelf space.

He pulled the bottle out and uncorked it, grabbing two glasses on his way to the table, filling them both before he sat down.

"Have you seen any movies lately?" He asked as they began serving themselves, hoping to avoid bringing up anything too heavy before dinner. He was considering telling her everything--the whole story about him and his mum and his fucked up family. But maybe she didn't want to know. He figured he'd see how things went before he brought anything up.
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: contentthroughtrauma on June 17th, 2006 05:08 am (UTC)
"No, actually I haven't been," she answered, swirling her wine glass around and watching him fill her plate with steaming noodles and chunky, delectable sauce.

Her stomach gave a loud growl that made her blush. "I haven't eaten today," she explained, taking her fork and poking at the pasta before twirling up a bite and making a contented noise. "Mmm, that is really good, Robert! You're a great cook."

She tilted her head and looked at him. "Have you been to the movies lately?"
not_a_wombat: (g) talking to Camnot_a_wombat on June 17th, 2006 05:17 am (UTC)
He grinned, his taste buds agreeing with her appraisal. "Thanks. Although it's only pasta."

He continued to eat, the wine tasting better than he thought it would. "I haven't either, but I'd like to see the Da Vinci Code sometime. I hear it's pretty good."
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: casual with chasethroughtrauma on June 18th, 2006 08:21 pm (UTC)
She smiled brightly across the table at Chase.

"The Da Vinci Code? Really?" she asked, forking up another bite of her spaghetti. "Who do you know that saw it?"

Ivory hopped up on the table and strutted evasively across it. Cameron dropped her fork and grabbed for the cat, but... Ivory jumped onto Chase's shoulder and then the counter.

"Sorry! She's really... sassy."
not_a_wombat: vest talkingnot_a_wombat on June 18th, 2006 10:37 pm (UTC)
Finishing a bite of garlic bread, he answered, "My two best friends from undergrad live outside of Los Angeles. They see all the new movies that come out." He paused, taking another bite of his bread, "though, come to think of it, Adrian likes anything with Tom Hanks in it, so it could be rubbish anyway."

He picked up Ivory from her sentinel post on his shoulder and scratched her behind the ears, enjoying the sound of her purring before setting her back on the floor.

"She just missed me, is all." He grinned. He started on another bite of pasta when the soft, low ring of his apartment phone sounded. "Just let the machine get it--it's probably just a salesman."
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.throughtrauma on June 19th, 2006 12:23 am (UTC)
"I didn't realize you still kept in touch with anyone," she said, finishing most of her spaghetti and then tearing off pieces of her bread. It was really good. She couldn't cook so she admired that in a person.

Ivory jumped when the phone rang and she dashed off into the den to hide. Probably under a table.

"Sure," she said about the phone ringing. It was probably psycho girl anyway. She almost rolled her eyes at the memory.
not_a_wombat: (g) looking down the hallnot_a_wombat on June 19th, 2006 12:52 am (UTC)
"Brian was my freshman roommate--essentially the first person I met when I came to the states. I lived with him every year until we graduated from med school. He and Adrian are like my family." He paused to take a sip of wine and grinned. "Actually, his mum still sends me Christmas packages."

The machine picked up, Chase's recorded message playing through the open apartment. "You've reached Robert Chase, please leave a message at the tone and I'll get back to you."

A soft, distant voice answered after the machine's beep, "Hey Robbie, it's Caroline. I know I haven't kept up with it much over the years, but I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I um...you know you can call me whenever, yeah? I'd really like to talk to you sometime. Things are...I don't...just call me. It's 61 2 9250 7777." There was a soft click. Chase stared down at the table, trying to find a way to start an explanation.
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: dead-panthroughtrauma on June 19th, 2006 12:56 am (UTC)
"That's really sweet--"

Cameron furrowed her brows at Chase. "It's your birthday? Is that your sister? That number sounds like an international one.

She reached across and put her hand on top of his. "Chase?"
not_a_wombat: (g) facenot_a_wombat on June 19th, 2006 01:12 am (UTC)
His mind was racing. There were a million things wrong with this. She knew he didn't celebrate his birthday. She knew he didn't want to talk to her. And Cameron...there was no easy way to start this conversation.

"It's not...I don't celebrate my birthday today. She knows that." He was still staring at the table, afraid to look directly at Cameron. "I...um...my mother was buried thirteen years ago today."

There. He said it.
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.throughtrauma on June 19th, 2006 01:17 am (UTC)
Cameron instantly scooted her chair around the table until she was sitting next to Chase. "When do you celebrate your birthday?" she asked, looking at him with a patient expression that showed that she wouldn't push him to talk about it if he didn't want to.

She reached out and touched his arm lightly. Chase's mother had died on his birthday, pretty much. Cameron frowned. "I'm sorry, Chase."
not_a_wombat: (g) it says chasenot_a_wombat on June 19th, 2006 01:30 am (UTC)
He finally looked over at her, pleased by the space she'd given him in the conversation. "December fifteenth. Brian proclaimed it 'Robert Appreciation Day.' He said everyone should have a day to celebrate.

He turned his arm over and moved it slightly so her hand was sitting lightly in his. "It's not a big deal anymore. I've more or less gotten over it. It's just..." He eyed the empty plates on the table. "Let's clean up before I start all this. We can sit on my bed--it's more comfortable than these chairs."
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.throughtrauma on June 19th, 2006 01:39 am (UTC)
Cameron nodded and made a note that December 15th was the day. She took her plate and glass and sat them in the sink. She ran water over a cloth and wrung it out so it was just damp and started wiping the counters and table.

"You need a couch again. Maybe we can go shopping for one when we have a day off again."
not_a_wombat: (g) chase facenot_a_wombat on June 19th, 2006 02:13 am (UTC)
He rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, flipping it on as he scanned the floor to make sure it didn't need sweeping. When everything was clean, he say gently on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

"I'll start from the beginning, so it'll make more sense. I used to have two younger sisters--Caroline and Amy. When I was ten, Amy was kidnapped and murdered by a guy who lived a few streets down from us."

"My mum took it pretty hard, started drinking. My dad quit coming home because it just upset him. Caroline hated mom for drinking and me for letting her drink. By the time I was twelve my dad told my mom that he was through with it--Caroline went to live with my dad and I stayed to take care of my mum. I didn't see them except for holidays and rare occasions--it was just me a my mum for five years, until I came home from a football match and found her dead on the kitchen floor."

He paused, trying to block out the memory as the image of his dead mother flashed in his mind.
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: brokenthroughtrauma on June 19th, 2006 02:39 am (UTC)
While he was talking Cameron had slowly scooted closer to him and eventually had her shoulder and thigh pressed to his. She reached out and touched his arm again, rubbing it to sooth him. She couldn't even imagine the damage that finding a parent dead could do. Or losing a sister to some murderous neighbor.

She felt like opening up back to him about her family, but didn't want to take the conversation spotlight off of him.

She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing him affectionately. No words could fix his past and she didn't offer any to even attempt to. What she did say, however, was quietly and filled with sincerity. "You are so brave."
not_a_wombat: looking downnot_a_wombat on June 19th, 2006 03:00 am (UTC)
He liked having her so close. It'd been a while since someone had listened to him. Sure, his friends were always there for him, but it was different over the phone. Allison was here--right next to him.

He laughed inwardly at the term brave. He hadn't finished the story yet. "I wouldn't go that far." He said gently. "In high school my friends and I'd done some drugs--nothing heavy, just the easy stuff. After mum died, I freaked out and decided to go into seminary school because I knew it'd keep me straight. My dad didn't contact me at all during seminary, and I'd only talked to Caroline when she said she didn't want her half of mum's estate. When I dropped out of seminary and moved to the states, I talked to my dad just long enough for him to tell me that I couldn't make it in the medical world. I hadn't really spoken to him since then until he came to the hospital."

He stopped, enjoying the feeling of her body near his, "I thought he'd come to try and reconcile, but he was coming to see Wilson. He had cancer and he didn't tell me." He took a deep breath, noting the pleasant scent of Allison's hair, and continued. "Caroline's been trying to contact me since he died. Apparently our stepmother split, and now she's alone. I just don't know if I'm ready for her to be in my life again."
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: defensive of chasethroughtrauma on June 20th, 2006 03:57 am (UTC)
Cameron listened. She wasn't sure what to say. When it came to comforting, she was usually the one doing the comforting and listening. She didn't do much talking.

"You should tell her that," she whispered, moving her fingers to stroke Chase's hair. "She's been absent. You've handled things and moved on. It's that simple. You have feelings and you need to stop worrying about other's. If you're not ready, Robert, you're just not ready," she finished, rubbing his arm and hair simultaneously.
not_a_wombat: (g) talking to Camnot_a_wombat on June 20th, 2006 04:13 am (UTC)
She made sense, but it was the kind of sense that nagged at his conscience. "But I know what it's like to feel like you don't have anyone." He said quietly, "And it sucks. And I know I went through it because of her, but I don't know if I want her to go through it because of me." He hadn't felt this comfortable around someone in years; it was something he could get used to.

"So that's it--the story of Robert Chase and the reason why my week has sucked beyond all reason." He didn't want to move and risk moving her hands from his hair. "So what about you? Your family all peaches and sunshine?"
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.throughtrauma on June 20th, 2006 04:20 am (UTC)
Cameron continued to stroke his hair, resting her chin on his shoulder. "It's a decision you're going to have to make," she said quietly. "I can't make it for you and no matter what I say... it's all up to you. I'm here for you, either way that you decide, though."

Her family? It almost made her laugh. "No, we're quite... unique," she answered. "My father is dead. My mother lives with my big brother. I lived with them after my husband died, but moved here once I'd gotten a job.

"My mother blames us for my father dying. They were so in love."
not_a_wombat: looking downnot_a_wombat on June 20th, 2006 04:48 am (UTC)
He'd wondered why she hadn't ever mentioned her family before. "How did he die?" He asked, hoping he wasn't touching on a sore subject.
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: inquistivethroughtrauma on June 20th, 2006 10:57 pm (UTC)
Cameron rubbed her chin back and forth across his shoulder. She really didn't like talking about her father, but with Chase she didn't feel as pushed and on the spot about it. So she just went with it.

"He was a cop. He was called to a robbery and got shot before he even got in the house," she said quietly, voice trailing off. "My brother is really protective. He's coming to visit in about a month."
not_a_wombat: looking downnot_a_wombat on June 21st, 2006 04:25 am (UTC)
He took the hand that wasn't still woven into his hair and held it between both of his hands, curling her fingers around his. "How old is he? Your brother, I mean. Is he a doctor, too?"
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.throughtrauma on June 21st, 2006 04:28 am (UTC)
Cameron sighed, and slid the tips of her fingers over the palm of Chase's hand. "He's thirty five. He's a good bit older than me, see," she said quietly as if that explained the insane way he was so protective.
not_a_wombat: (g) chase facenot_a_wombat on June 21st, 2006 05:03 am (UTC)
"Are you two close?" He asked, almost jealous. He'd never really had anyone to be protective over him while he was growing up.
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.throughtrauma on June 21st, 2006 05:05 am (UTC)
"Sort of. I think the gap between us just makes him more protective," she confessed, stroking Chase's hair again.
not_a_wombat: (g) spaceynot_a_wombat on June 21st, 2006 05:26 am (UTC)
"Do you have any other siblings?" He asked, almost spacily. He felt like he could stay like this for the rest of his life. Safe and warm, next to her. It would be an excellent existance.
Dr. Allison Cameron, M.D.: kissing <333throughtrauma on July 5th, 2006 04:47 pm (UTC)
Cameron looked thoughtful and didn't say anything for a while, but her fingers continued to glide over his hair and pause occasionally to twirl a lock around her fingers.

"No, not any biological siblings. My parents kept one of our cousins for nearly a year before she ran away. Her parents abused her and... it was a big ordeal, but we were going to adopt her, but she ran away when I was about fifteen."

And she'd never told anyone that before.
not_a_wombat: looking downnot_a_wombat on July 6th, 2006 12:13 pm (UTC)
He knew he shouldn't fall asleep, but he was so comfortable laying next to her that it took most of his energy to keep his weighted eyelids from closing.

"We're you close to her?" He asked, sorry to hear about her cousin. He knew how hard losing family members could be.