Disclaimer: I do not own House or any of these characters.

Author's note: Finally! I was so relieved that this chapter eventually came out. My university just opened so I'm gonna be really busy from now on -- Anyway, will try to finish this story. Thanx for all the reviews!! I luv ya guys.

Chapter 4:

Cameron flipped through each card in her wallet. Id, driver's license, credit cards, etc. Some of them had her pictures on them. And just like the majority of people, she wasn't happy with those pictures, even if it was the face she still wasn't quite used to. The worst one was her driving license. She looked as if she could kill someone. Her hair wasn't right, and she could definitely use more makeup. Why wasn't she smiling? Upset, she put all the cards back in the wallet and threw it in the handbag.

She was going home now, though she didn't know exactly where that was or what she was supposed to expect when she got there. They gave her the address and she was sure the taxi would make it. However, she still didn't' feel glad about going there. She wouldn't know what to do when she arrived at home. How would she turn on the TV? And how did the hot water work? Would her body remember all these methods and act on its own? God, she wished she could go on staying in the hospital until her memory returns.

There was a knock on the door and she looked up to see two men standing there. One, she remembered was Dr. Foreman, a colleague she'd yet to remember, and the other was, of course, Chase.

"We heard you were sent home," Foreman said.

"Yeah, I'm going home," she forced a smile. "Though I'm not exactly sure where that is and what I'm gonna do there."

Foreman came closer to where she was standing and for the first time, she noticed that the man was tall. He was wearing a big long white gown, the kind that doctors wore, which was a contrast to his skin color. Chase, on the other hand, wasn't wearing one and still remained standing in the doorframe.

"I don't know what to say," Foreman said, taking her attention back to him once again. "Chase knows, and you usually know, that I'm not really a great person for pep talks, but anyway, good luck. We all hope we'll get you back soon." He finished with a shrug and offered a hand. Cameron took it. His handshake was firm and full of confidence. She was sure that if he tells a patient something along with this handshake, they're going to believe everything he says.

"Thanks," she replied, not knowing what else to say.

He nodded and, with a glance in Chase's direction, turned and left the room, leaving her and Chase alone.

"So you know where you're going?" Chase asked. What a perfect question.

She sighed, "Well, they gave me a map and an address and I found some keys in my bag. So yeah, I think I'll get home alright."

Chase let out a laugh, "Good. I'll walk you out."

She willingly walked to him and let him escort her to the door. Now she got to take a look around for the first time. The hospital was busy, with doctors and nurses and patients. To her, the picture seemed to blur together. She didn't know what each person was doing exactly. How funny, she thought. Her normal self must know everything. Her normal self probably could explain each and every procedure clearly.

They reached the door. Chase turned to her and asked, "So how are you going?"

She looked up at him. He wasn't a very tall man, but he was taller than her. Standing so close like this, she could perfectly see his clear blue eyes and the concern in them. The concern for her.

"I guess I'll take a cab," she answered softly.

Chase looked over at the parking lot of the hospital. Cars were parked one right next to another, forming what seemed like endless rows. Farther ahead, there were motorcycles, taking up less space but making a worse mess. The wind was blowing softly, leaves of the tress scattered there were swaying. And the chill was in the air. His hands were in his pockets, one hand feeling the key inside it. Finally, he turned to her and said, "I'll drive you home."

It was probably the most ordinary words in the history of the English language, but after they sunk in, she couldn't stop smiling for five minutes or so.

The apartment was clean, very tidy and clean, which was good. When the car pulled up outside the building, she was starting to panic that her apartment might be a miniature minefield, with clothes on the floor and dirty dishes in the sink. The idea of herself being an untidy person was not as bad as the idea of Chase seeing that she was an untidy person. And when they reached the door, she almost told him to leave. But anyway, fortunately for her, everything seemed to be in its place. All the doors, which certainly opened to the bedroom and the bathroom, were closed. She was safe.

She stood there looking at everything, taking them all in. There was a couch and a small coffee table in front of the widescreen television. On her right was a shelf of books. Further up was the kitchen. She could cupboards and a microwave over a small counter. She liked the apartment. It wasn't as lively as she'd imagined. If her apartment were to reflect her life, she'd certainly hate it. But it was good enough for a shelter right now. She smiled secretly to herself. At least everything matched.

It took a while for her to realize that Chase was still standing there beside her. He seemed uncomfortable, quite openly actually, as he shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for a chance to say or do something.

"Well," she started, "looks like I'm home."

He nodded, "Yeah. Just try to get settled in. It will be tough at first, I know." Then, seeing the skeptical expression on her face, he added, "I mean, I don't know but that's the idea. But you'll be fine."

"You don't know that either."

He smiled and touched her shoulder. "I do know that you're a strong woman. And you'll get through this." He paused briefly, looking around, then continued, "Anyway, I should get back. I don't want House on my back because I cut the day off."

She seemed to have just realized that too. "Right. Thanks Chase for…you know…everything," she smiled at him, to which he nodded and turned for the door. He said he had to go, but his face wasn't exactly saying the same thing. Or was it? Maybe she was mistaken. But it definitely didn't show any signs that he minded staying. And she didn't mind him staying. Not, not at all.

Just before he stepped out of the door, she called out, "Wait," he turned, looking questioningly at her. "Do you really have to go?" At the time it didn't contain any underlying meaning or hidden agenda. Only the insecurity of being alone and the comfort of his company.

Chase didn't need to be asked twice. "Actually," he thought for no more than five seconds, "no." He shrugged. "I could stay if you want me to."

Her heart nearly jumped with joy, "I'd love that."