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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."
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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.
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