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mind_the_muse :: January :: I don't know how...
I don't know how it happened...



I don't know how it happened – when it changed from being colleagues, to friends, to uncomplicated sex, to nothing, to relationship. That's how she thinks of it, when she's had an extra glass of wine and feels so inclined to wax nostalgic. She can't go back and say when it changed. They were just colleagues – still are, as Cuddy still signs their respective paychecks, they just head the calls of different departments – who had one accidental, weak moment that quickly turned into sex. She was high; it's a long story that she doesn't tell often. She didn't think of him then – only as her colleague, the guy she worked with who was nice in comparison to House and Foreman, but who isn't?

She decided one day that being alone wasn't working. She didn't want a relationship either. She just wanted something to pass the time until something real came along. She made a list, narrowed it down to the least likely person she could possibly fall for, and decided that Chase was the best guy to have a casual, uncomplicated friends-with-benefits thing with. It worked, for awhile, until he wanted more and she wanted to run. He told her every Tuesday that he wanted to be with her – his supposedly friendly, gentle reminders made her grow to hate Tuesdays, until House fired him. Maybe that's when it changed, when he wasn't there – for almost forty-eight hours he just wasn't there to look her, tease her, remind her he had feelings for her. It was something, anyway, that changed, that made her show up at his door and say she didn't want to wait for Tuesday – but, she still doesn't know just how it happened.