A/N: Yay! Another story! :) Hughville and I had a lot of fun writing this so we hope you have as much fun reading it. Comments are both encouraged and appreciated.

Disclaimer: Hughville and I don't own House or Cameron, but we do own everyone else.

Chapter One

Cameron stood outside House's office. He cured the patient from Cuba and now sat in his office with his feet on his desk reading a medical journal. She looked down at the two envelopes in her hand. One contained her letter of resignation. She wrote it after saying goodbye to Foreman. She wasn't sure how she felt about working with two new team members. She, Foreman and Chase developed a working relationship that suited her. While she was shocked when House fired Chase a couple of weeks ago, Foreman's resignation didn't surprise her. He never hid the fact he didn't like House and Foreman's respect for him was based only on House's skills as a diagnostician. She shook her head to clear it and looked at the other envelope. As for that other envelope, she knew what she could do about it, she just wasn't sure she wanted to do it. She looked at House again and straightened her spine, her mind made up. She tucked one envelope into the pocket of her lab coat and opened the door. House looked up at her over the rim of his glasses.

"How's the patient?" he asked as he removed his glasses and put the journal on his desk.

Cameron walked up to his desk. "Fine."

Taking a deep breath, she gripped the envelope.

"Got naked pictures in there?" he asked with a sly smile.

"Be my boyfriend," she blurted out and then flushed a deep shade of red.

House leaned back in his chair. "I'm not-"

She cut him off. "I have to go home for my grandmother's ninetieth birthday. I haven't been home since I left for college. My family doesn't know I was married. I know my mother will invite an old boyfriend of mine and I don't want to have to deal with him. I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend so my family and Greyson will leave me alone."

House stifled a laugh. "Okay, we are definitely going to circle back to the whole Greyson thing. Why not ask Chase?"

Cameron rolled her eyes. "He thinks he's in love with me. I don't want to encourage him. I can pay you. Most of my inheritance is tied up in investments but if you're willing to wait I can get the cash for you. I think it's about twenty million at this point."

House's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. "Did you just say you have twenty million dollars?"

"About that much. I'll know exactly how much once my accountant gets me the figures. I got ten million from my grandmother when I turned twenty-five."

"You were born in Chicago. I don't recall any wealthy Cameron's there."

"Cameron is my married name and I'm not from Chicago. I was born here in New Jersey. My family's estate is in Alpine."

House looked at her intensely. "Again, we'll circle back to the fact you lied to me. You pay hookers and escorts. I'm neither."

"Then tell me what you want and I'll get it for you. Just say you'll do this."

House put his hands behind his head. "I want information."

Cameron narrowed her eyes. "Fine. Will you do it?"

"Yes. What's your maiden name? I need some payment before we go."

She sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "I have some rules-"

"Maiden name and then rules."

"Langston."

"As in Langston department stores?"

"Yes."

"Damn."

"Now for the rules. No manipulating. No tricks. No interrogating my family or friends. And under no circumstances can you flirt with or sleep with my sister."

"Is your sister a slut?" he asked eyes glinting.

"Yes, as a matter of fact she is."

"Oh, I like her already."

"I'm serious, House. Will you do this?"

"Sure. Sounds like fun. Any more rules?"

"I'm sure I'll think of more once we get there."

"Of course you will."

Cameron stood up and started to leave. She stopped at the door and turned back. "I'll come by to pick you up at three on Saturday afternoon. Do you have a tux?"

"I'm not an animal."

"Do you or don't you?"

"You've seen my tux."

Cameron smiled. "Oh, yeah. Bring it and pack nice clothes."

"Come early and you can pack for me."

Cameron blew out her breath. "Fine."

On Saturday, House opened his door and stared in shock at Cameron. She wore a black Chanel suit, pearls and expensive shoes. Her long hair was dyed blonde and pulled back from her face with a wide black headband. He stepped back to let her in.

"I thought this was a party not Witness Protection," he commented as she walked past him.

Cameron continued on down the hall into his bedroom. He followed and sat in the chair by the window.

"What's with the hair?" he asked as she opened his closet and pulled down two suitcases.

"I'm a natural blonde. I dyed my hair brown so people would take me seriously. I had it dyed back because I don't feel like answering any questions."

"How are you going to explain having a crippled boyfriend who's twice your age?"

She pulled several suits from the back of his closet. "You're a world famous doctor. That will make you more than acceptable to them so long as you behave."

"How long have you known me?"

She ignored him and carefully folded the suits and placed them in one of the suitcases. Next she pulled out his tuxedo and placed it on top of the suits. She quickly filled the suitcases with everything else he'd need.

"Toiletries bag?" she asked as she shut the suitcases.

"Bathroom. Tell me about Greystroke."

"His name is Greyson," she called from the bathroom. "His parents are my parents best friends. I dated him during my late teens but we've known each other all our lives. He's…a boorish jackass."

"I thought you liked boorish jackasses. Or have you forgotten that Doctor? Charles...what was his name...the doctor from Africa..."

She reappeared holding his toiletries bag. "Greyson's a different kind of boorish jackass. He thinks he's God's gift to the world; especially women."

"Did he cheat on you?"

Cameron tucked the bag into a zippered pocket in one of the suitcases. "Yes."

"With Slutty Langston?"

"Not with my sister," she said then frowned. "At least I don't think he did. And you can't call her Slutty. Her name is Hilary but everyone calls her Bunny."

House burst into loud laughter. Cameron put her hands on her hips and stared at him in exasperation.

"Do you have a nickname?" he asked when he got his laughter under control.

"No. They call her that because all she ate as a baby was carrot baby food."

"Is she orange?"

"House! This is exactly what I was talking about!"

"Oh, un-clench," he grinned. "I'll behave, Or at least I'll try. You know what a hardship it can be for me."

"Yes, I know. But try to repress your inner childishness."

"What are your parents' names?"

Cameron looked down at the floor. She mumbled something.

He put his hand to his ear and leaned closer. "Sorry, what? Didn't quite catch that."

She looked up at him defiantly. "Millicent and Mundell."

"Huh. I could've sworn you said Bitty."

Cameron ground her teeth. "Her friends call her Bitty. You will call her Mrs. Langston."

"Oh, I'll be calling her Bitty," he said with a shit eating grin.

"Let's go," she said and stomped out of the room.

He pushed himself up and followed her. "Aren't you going to get my bags?" he called out.

"Yes, sir," a very proper, very British man dressed in a black suit said as he entered the apartment. "Miss Langston is waiting in the car. Where is your bedroom, sir?"

House pointed over his shoulder and then went outside. A town car was parked at the curb. He opened the door and slid in next to Cameron.

"Jeeves is fetching my bags," he told her.

"His name isn't Jeeves. His name is Bennings."

"I'm going to call him Jeeves," House told her as he leaned back.

Cameron closed her eyes and shook her head.