A story chronicling Chase and Cameron's attempt at a relationship after the season finale. They're about to learn some of the hardest lessons and go through some of the hardest trials. Who said that love was easy? It may seem like that now, but it won't be for long...

"How do you fix something that is broken? That you broke? A heart, you know. Hard to fix." Chase mumbled into Cameron's ear. The sun was peeking over the rooftops and it poured into the bedroom.

Cameron rolled over on her side. The blue sheets snaked their way around her bare legs. She smiled ethereally, "With glue?"

Chase let out a laugh. Funny...cute. He thought to himself. Cameron tried for a kiss and Chase anchored his head away from her. "Really, I thought you didn't like me, remember?"

"That didn't stop you from doing what we did in the kitchen, on the stairs, or here in the bedroom, did it?" Cameron ran a hand across Chase's bare muscled chest. She watched the goosebumps rise on his skin.

Nervously, Chase scratched the top of his head. "So we are seriously going to give this a shot? A relationship...are you sure?" He doesn't want this to end badly, but he couldn't help but ask. Maybe he really wanted to know what she'd say, but at the same time he doesn't.

"Yup." Cameron pulled herself lazily out of the bed. She stretched and she could feel Chase's eyes on her, savoring every last inch. Cameron decided that she go off and do her usual routines.

"Where are you going?"

"To take a shower." She replied in a voice that said 'you couldn't figure that out on your own'.

Chase leaped out of bed with a smile on his face. "Wait for me!"

"Better get here before the take the door closes then."

After making love and showering, Chase and Cameron dressed themselves and stood in a daze in Chase's living room.

His taste in furnishings was conservative, yet very bland. The rooms had beige walls, there were green couches, and mahogany shelving that was filled with seemingly untouched medical books of varying sizes. There was also an aged coffee table in the center of the room, and the only good feature seemed to be the lighting.

Bland taste in decorating. Cameron fidgeted with her hands. "Umm...so what should we do now?" She started to kick her feet along the floor. I'm so out of practice with...love. If that's what you call it.

Chase was already walking to the kitchen and pulling pans out of a cabinet on the floor. "How about I make you breakfast?" This is awkward.

A sweet offer. "Sure, sounds great." Cameron stepped out of the apartment for a second. She spied a newspaper on the sidewalk. I'm sure the owner of it won't mind. Cameron picked up the paper casually and went back inside.

"It's nice out, you know." Cameron said in the direction of the kitchen. "A steady 70 degrees. Good springtime weather."

"Yeah, great time to get fired." Chase mumbled to himself.

Cameron frowned. "Oh, shut up. We'll get another job."

It just won't be the same. Chase forced up a smile. "Yeah, you're right." It'll never be the same.

Cameron was seated on the worn green couch that was shockingly soft and comfy. She had the paper flipped open and was skimming the job section. Not like I'll actually find a doctoring job here. Why am I even looking. She glanced over at Chase. Looks like Mr. I'll-Make-Breakfast is having some trouble. She got up and bounced into the kitchen. "Let me give you a hand."

"No, I've got it."

Don't play stubborn with me. "Seriously, move over. You men lack the gene for cooking anyway."

Thank god, I was really about to screw the eggs up. "That wasn't nice you know."

Cameron smiled, "I know. Now leave. I'll handle breakfast."

Chase leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "If you say so." Women...

When she emerged from the kitchen, Cameron was carrying to plates and set them gently on the table. She managed to scrounge up some eggs, bacon, and buttered toast. Nothing like the good old college try.

Chase smiled widely. "Looks good."

"Yeah, better that burnt eggs, right?"

"You're not funny."

They were enjoying eating breakfast, completely unaware of the fact that they were staring at each other. Cameron started to stare off. How did I go to bed single and wake up as Chase's girlfriend? This is more than awkward. It's strange. But I promised that I should give this a go. Better than having that psycho stalker around my apartment. I should tell Chase about that. No, not yet. Not yet.

Chase started to skim the headlines of th newspaper. Though he really wasn't reading it at all. I was alone and brooding, now I have who I want, where I want her. There is no way that she just had this sudden revelation about me. I should ask why... No. I won't spoil this. Not now.

The phone rang and Chase instinctively leaped out of his chair to answer it. Not like he wanted to, but he needed a momentary distraction. "Hello?"

Cameron peeked her head up. Chase perkily smiled, "Oh, Dr. Cuddy. Can I help you?"

On the other end, Cuddy was seated at her desk. "Yes, Chase. Look, I'm sorry about House. I don't know what he's smoking, but you are an excellent doctor. And it would be shame to lose you."

"I'm not taking another job with House." Chase firmly replied.

"And I understand that. Trust me. I was hoping you'd accept a job as an intensivist in our ER. It's just an offer. I completely understand if you don't want it but--"

"No, I'll take it."

"Lovely. I was going to double your pay..."

"You can do that too." Chase glanced over at Cameron. "What about Cameron?"

"I was going to offer her an ER job as well, but it's tough. Really tough. I'm not sure if she could...handle it. And I tried to call her but she didn't answer. If you see her, tell her to give me a call. But I'll see you, Dr. Chase, in seven days. We'll work out the details later."

"Thank you. Bye." Chase hung up the phone and slowly turned around.

"What did Cuddy want? Us to fill out more resignation paperwork?"

"We have positions waiting for us in the ER, with double the pay." Chase couldn't help but grin. Getting fired was turning out to be the best thing that ever happened to him.

Cameron jumped up. "Are you serious?" We don't have to leave. Why is that so great to me? I don't know. But the ER? Can't always get what you want I guess. I can do it, though. "Guess I can give the neighbors their paper back, huh?"

"A week off...what do we do with ourselves?" Cameron was lying on the couch with her legs in the air. Really, what am I supposed to do. Bored...and Chase isn't necessarily the most exciting person. He hasn't suggested anything. B-O-R-I-N-G.

"Let's go out. You know, maybe to a mall or something. Or the park. There's that too." If she's not going to suggest anything, I guess I'll have to. Not too exciting today, is she? Rather...boring.

Maybe I was wrong. "Sounds good! Let's hit the park. Somewhere quiet."

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A figure quietly stands outside of the home. He is in no rush, not at all. There is no need to be. He won't see her from here, but he'll be gone soon. Allison...Allison...Allison... It is a shame. You may not know me personally, but I know you. We'll be together soon, you'll see. This was all meant to be. I'm afraid that you new boyfriend has to go.

This is just an introduction to the whole scheme of things. It'll get much better as Chase and Cameron fill their new positions, learn about each other, and learn that you can't always solve your problems alone. Especially when someone's agenda includes murder...