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Title: Times are Changing
Characters: Foreman, Chase/Cameron
Prompt: 01. You were right about me (un_love_you)
Word Count: 488
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: General season four, takes place directly after the events of 4.05 "Mirror, Mirror"
Summary: Foreman, Cameron and Chase talk, and for a few minutes, it was just like old times again.
“You were right about me,” Foreman told Cameron as she walked across the lobby to leave after a long night.
“Hm?”
“What you said yesterday,” he elaborated when she turned. His eyes stayed focused on a stray thread on her jacket. “I guess I do belong here.”
“Not here,” she gestured broadly. “With House.”
“Fine. With House.”
“You sort of balance out the evil,” she jested.
“Where’s Chase?” he inquired, diverting the subject.
“He’s on call. I’m going home for a two hour nap and then I’m coming to make sure he doesn’t go insane.”
They walked out into the parking lot together.
“So what do you think of House’s reality show?” she asked.
“I can’t say it isn’t entertaining. Some of them really have potential.”
“It’ll be just like the old team.”
“Probably not,” Foreman countered. “I don’t think any of the kids that are left are like what we were. And House is going to deliberately pick the ones that don’t remind him of you or Chase.”
“Why not you?”
“Well I’m back on the team, aren’t I?”
She shrugged and nodded.
“You should come out for drinks with me and Chase tomorrow night,” she said as she got into her car. “It’ll be like old times.”
He waved goodbye and chuckled to himself. “Old times…”
--
The next night Foreman ended up gorging himself on beers and greasy bar food with Chase and Cameron. They talked about the things that had kept them sane during their fellowships, and who they thought House would pick this time around.
“I think Taub is a definite,” Foreman put in after their laughter had died down a little. “He’s a hard ass,” he justified.
“If he does hire Taub, it’ll be because he and Wilson have the same fashion sense,” Chase remarked, rolling his eyes.
“And bad habits,” Foreman corrected.
“The brunette will get it,” Cameron said, drumming her fingers against the glass bottle. “Amber, or whatever her name is, is way too abrasive for House to work with on a daily basis.”
“She is pretty hard to swallow.” He paused. “And I don’t think he wants to hire anymore blonds,” he joked.
“Ha ha,” Cameron said. “If he does fire Amber, it won’t be because of her hair color.”
“That’s why he fired Chase,” Foreman muttered scathingly, but he grinned at Chase, who punched him on the arm.
“Very funny.”
After a few more minutes of conversation, they worked out and paid their bill, and went their separate ways.
Outside, on the way to their car, Cameron grabbed Chase’s hand and entwined her fingers with his, smiling at him. He raised an eyebrow at her and she didn’t reply, but her meaning was clear.
“It’s kind of like old times,” he said.
She nodded, looking over at Foreman’s retreating back. “We were right about Foreman.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“I think so.” She kissed him on the cheek when he opened her door for her.
Characters: Foreman, Chase/Cameron
Prompt: 01. You were right about me (un_love_you)
Word Count: 488
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: General season four, takes place directly after the events of 4.05 "Mirror, Mirror"
Summary: Foreman, Cameron and Chase talk, and for a few minutes, it was just like old times again.
“You were right about me,” Foreman told Cameron as she walked across the lobby to leave after a long night.
“Hm?”
“What you said yesterday,” he elaborated when she turned. His eyes stayed focused on a stray thread on her jacket. “I guess I do belong here.”
“Not here,” she gestured broadly. “With House.”
“Fine. With House.”
“You sort of balance out the evil,” she jested.
“Where’s Chase?” he inquired, diverting the subject.
“He’s on call. I’m going home for a two hour nap and then I’m coming to make sure he doesn’t go insane.”
They walked out into the parking lot together.
“So what do you think of House’s reality show?” she asked.
“I can’t say it isn’t entertaining. Some of them really have potential.”
“It’ll be just like the old team.”
“Probably not,” Foreman countered. “I don’t think any of the kids that are left are like what we were. And House is going to deliberately pick the ones that don’t remind him of you or Chase.”
“Why not you?”
“Well I’m back on the team, aren’t I?”
She shrugged and nodded.
“You should come out for drinks with me and Chase tomorrow night,” she said as she got into her car. “It’ll be like old times.”
He waved goodbye and chuckled to himself. “Old times…”
--
The next night Foreman ended up gorging himself on beers and greasy bar food with Chase and Cameron. They talked about the things that had kept them sane during their fellowships, and who they thought House would pick this time around.
“I think Taub is a definite,” Foreman put in after their laughter had died down a little. “He’s a hard ass,” he justified.
“If he does hire Taub, it’ll be because he and Wilson have the same fashion sense,” Chase remarked, rolling his eyes.
“And bad habits,” Foreman corrected.
“The brunette will get it,” Cameron said, drumming her fingers against the glass bottle. “Amber, or whatever her name is, is way too abrasive for House to work with on a daily basis.”
“She is pretty hard to swallow.” He paused. “And I don’t think he wants to hire anymore blonds,” he joked.
“Ha ha,” Cameron said. “If he does fire Amber, it won’t be because of her hair color.”
“That’s why he fired Chase,” Foreman muttered scathingly, but he grinned at Chase, who punched him on the arm.
“Very funny.”
After a few more minutes of conversation, they worked out and paid their bill, and went their separate ways.
Outside, on the way to their car, Cameron grabbed Chase’s hand and entwined her fingers with his, smiling at him. He raised an eyebrow at her and she didn’t reply, but her meaning was clear.
“It’s kind of like old times,” he said.
She nodded, looking over at Foreman’s retreating back. “We were right about Foreman.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“I think so.” She kissed him on the cheek when he opened her door for her.