A/N: A little drabble inspired by a Hameron Youtube video I saw. First bit was taken from the end of "Teamwork" in Season 6. I couldn't end it there, could I? I got my smut mojo back. Could have something to do with having just turned 40 last week LOL. I guess we'll never know. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own House. David Shore does, and since he royally screwed up the Hameron ship, I felt it needed fixing ;)

A.W.O.L.

House stood over his desk gathering up his things for the night when the door opened and Cameron walked in. "Four for four," he muttered.

Ignoring his comment, she began to speak. "I was in love with you. I was an idiot. Tried to be like you, tried to understand you because I thought I could heal you. You almost killed that patient.

"If almost not saving his life means…"

"You knew the diagnosis a long time ago. You risked another patient's life to bait your old team."

"Another one?"

"You did kill Dibala. By playing God and teaching us to do the same."

"I taught you to think for yourselves."

"You don't even think of them as people. They're just lab rats for your little puzzles."

"As you celebrate their humanity, I'd rather solve those little puzzles and save their lives."

"Motives do matter. Lives can't come second."

"The patient is alive. That's what matters."

"Not to you. All you care about is that Taub and Thirteen fell for your game. You'll poison them just like you poisoned Chase."

"Your husband killed a patient and you're breaking up with me?"

"You ruined him. So he can't even see right from wrong. Can't even see the sanctity of a human life anymore. I loved you," she said, and began to tear up. "And I loved Chase. I'm sorry for you both. For what you've become. Because... there's no way back for either of you."

Gathering herself, she extended her hand, even though she knew he wouldn't take it, and he didn't. So instead she leaned over and softly brushed her lips against his scruffy cheek. "Good-Bye, House."

He watched her turn around and walk out. Part of him hoped she'd stop, turn around for one last glance but she didn't. So he grabbed his cane and began to follow her until she disappeared around the corner. Grabbing his bag, he went to his car and meant to drive right home, but instead he found himself parked down the street from her and Chase's apartment.


"You don't have to go," Chase argued as he stood in the doorway and watched his wife pack the rest of her things in two large suitcases.

"Yes I do. I told you already. Don't make his harder than it has to be."

"Did you ever love me?"

"Of course I did."

"But not the way you loved House. I know you loved him, it's no big secret, so why can't you just admit it?"

"Because I'm not anymore! Robert, it doesn't matter. I'm getting out of Princeton. I'm done with this place. It's poison. House ruined you. I'm not going to stick around and watch him do it to anyone else."

She closed the suitcase and zipped it shut. Then she kissed Chase's cheek. "Bye, Rob."

"What?" he laughed. "You're just going to stand outside and wait for a cab? It's cold out!"

"I won't be out there long."

Cameron stood on the sidewalk and called the cab company. Less than a minute later, the familiar dark blue Dynasty pulled up and the window rolled down. "Need a ride?" House asked, popping the trunk.

"Go home, House," she sighed.

"Put your suitcases in the trunk and get in. It's freezing out there."

When she didn't move, he put the car in Park and got out. "Come on, you don't need to pay for a cab. I'll take you to wherever it is you're going and you can tell me why you're really leaving."

"I already told you why I'm leaving."

He had somehow managed to put her stuff in the trunk and closed it with a flourish. "I know, but it's not the real reason. Now get in."

Chase watched them from the bedroom window and he felt completely deflated. Oh, he knew she loved him, but he knew it was nothing to the degree that she loved House. House always had some kind of hold over her and no matter how many times she denied it, he knew she was lying.

XXX

"Where are we going, House?" Cameron asked him.

"My place."

"You said you'd take me where I wanted to go."

"I know what I said."

He pulled up in front of his building and opened the trunk. Then he hefted her bags out of the trunk and tossed the smaller one over his shoulder.

"You never told me where you were going, I assumed your silence meant you wanted to go back to my place so here we are. Besides, I'm hungry and I'm craving pizza. So let's go."

Knowing it was useless to argue, she followed him inside, pulling her bigger suitcase behind her.

House was already on the phone ordering pizza and when he hung up, he tossed her a beer. "Have a seat. Let's talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about. I told you. I can't stay."

"Can't stay with Chase. I get that. He did kill someone."

"You're just as guilty as he is."

"He said, she said," he waved his hand in dismissal. "Let's talk about the fact that you love me."

"Loved," she stressed.

"Not anymore? I'm hurt," he said, placing his hand over his heart and looking wounded.

"I told my reasons. Why can't you just accept them and let me go."

"Where were you planning to go?"

"Back to Chicago."

"What's there?"

"Family, my old job…"

House took a long sip and thought about that. "It's my kinda town. Chicago is."

"No," she said.

"What?"

"No. You're not going with me."

"Why not?"

She looked at him like he was insane. "You'd seriously leave PPTH? All this?"

"If it meant being with you, yes."

Cameron laughed. "Oh so now you want to be with me? Come on…"

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Because you've been pushing me away since day one! And now since I'm leaving, you decide you want me. Not buying it."

He was about to respond when there was a knock at the door. "Pizza's here."

"That was fast."

"They're the best. Twenty minutes or it's free."

He grabbed a twenty from his wallet and answered the door for the pizza. He then plopped it on the coffee table and the amazing smell hit her as he opened the box.

"Napkins? Plates?" she asked.

"Just eat," he said as he grabbed a slice and started eating. "I can't wait to try some real Chicago pie," he said with his mouth full.

Cameron grabbed a slice for herself and began eating. "Is this just another game? Let's say you did go with me, you'd just take off, right?"

He put his pizza down and stared at her. "Do you really think so little of me?"

"I don't know what to think."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Here goes nothing.

"Would it be a stretch if I told you there are feelings? Feelings I've had since the beginning but that I've pushed away because I never thought in a million years that you'd believe it?" he asked her, his voice softer than usual. Unsure.

"Yes, it would."

"Why? I know you have feelings for me. You made that clear and I know you still do or you wouldn't have gotten into my car. And isn't the fact that I was there enough to convince you that I don't want you to leave? At least…not without me. What will it take to convince you?"

"House, I…"

Her words were cut off when his mouth crashed against hers and his fingers buried in her hair. She was tense at first but soon he felt her body relax, and her mouth opened under his.

She let out a quiet sigh when his hand slipped under her shirt and splayed across her flat stomach. His lips moved down to her neck, his scruff tickling her as he nipped and kissed his way across her throat.

He suddenly felt her pushing against him and he looked at her in question. "What's wrong? Want me to stop?"

"God no!" she chuckled, her face and neck flushed from whisker burn. "I just…this isn't very comfortable."

"Bedroom's down the hall," he said, his voice husky and his pupils dilated.

She helped him put the pizza away while he locked up and they walked to the bedroom together.

"I'm not going to regret this, am I?" she asked him, still breathless as he pulled her into his arms and went back to kissing and nuzzling her neck as he unbuttoned her blouse.

"God, I hope not," he chuckled as she tugged on the hem of his T-shirt. They broke apart just long enough to get their shirts off and then fell breathlessly on the bed. "I want you…" he whispered between kisses as his hand moved down to her inner thigh. "I've always wanted you. I guess I just needed…the right incentive."

"You're lucky I got into the car then," she smiled up at him and then pulled him on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him there as they continued to kiss each other.

House was insanely happy just to do that if that's all she wanted. But she was rubbing herself against him so he reached down and unzipped her pants enough to slip his hand inside and stroke her through her satin panties. "Is this what you wanted?" he murmured against her lips. She nodded and groaned as he shoved the fabric aside and felt her slick folds.

"House…" she arched her back and gripped the comforter with one hand while she worked at unbuckling his belt with the other. He quickly took over, unzipped his jeans and yanked them off. Next came her pants, joining his on the floor, and then their underwear. He looked down at her naked body. It was perfect. Creamy white skin that felt like satin against his fingers and he couldn't stop touching or kissing her.

He reached into the drawer of his night table and grabbed one of the foil packets. Cameron snatched it out of his hand, tore off the seal and rolled it onto his very swollen cock. He groaned just watching her do that, and tried to think of something else or things would be over before they even started.

She gently nudged him to roll onto his back and when he did, she straddled him.

"Ohhh God.." he groaned and clenched his eyes shut as she sank onto him and placed her hands on his chest for leverage as she slowly began to move up and down. He felt her lips on his and he returned the kiss as he slid his hands up and down her back.

She'd had fantasies of course, of what it would be like to be with him, and she knew the reality would be so much better. It was almost overwhelming. Since she'd tricked him into kissing her a few years before, she never got that out of her head. And now he was kissing her again with the same intensity and longing.

"Greg…" she whispered, trying it out for the first time. It sounded strange to her, but she had to admit she liked calling him House much better. He would always be 'House' to her, just like he'd always probably call her Cameron.

He reached down and began stroking her with his fingers, causing her to move faster. It felt so good she knew she wouldn't be able to stop.

Then suddenly he flipped them over so he was on top of her, kissing whatever part of her came near his mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly against her as they reached the edge of the abyss together and fell over it.

XXX

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains and House threw his arm over his eyes to block it out. For once his leg wasn't screaming and it was partly because he had Cameron wrapped around him, keeping it warm as she slept soundly.

When the hell did he get so lucky? If she hadn't gotten into the car with him, he would've just gone home and drunk himself into oblivion.

And now he had a very important choice to make. He could go with her to Chicago, which is what he wanted, but then what? Try and get work at a hospital? Open his own practice?

"I can hear the cogs turning," Cameron murmured against his chest.

He looked down into her green eyes and smiled. "I'll bet."

"Stop over thinking," she said as she rolled onto her back and stretched luxuriously. House watched and suddenly there was a very visible tent in the sheets. When she looked down and saw it, she giggled. "Wow, you never stop, do you?"

"Not when it comes to you," he said and pulled her close for a long kiss. Her mouth was warm and her lips soft. He rolled over and covered her body with his. "I could get used to this."

"What? Morning sex?" she giggled.

"Mhm," he said as he once again reached into the side drawer for another condom.

"So everything you said last night was true? You want to move to Chicago with me?"

"Yes," was all he said as he dressed himself and playfully tapped her already slick entrance before gently sliding into her warmth. "Just like coming home," he sighed, a sappy grin on his face.

Cameron giggled once again and reached up to meet his lips with hers. She placed her hands on his face, softly touching him, looking deep into his eyes as he made love to her once again. His eyes never left hers as he watched various expressions cross her face. She'd never experienced emotions like this with Chase and it was clear to her that what had been missing in her life was this man. He's the other half of me! she thought.

"Oh God," she moaned as she threw her head back, her climax already starting as waves of euphoria washed over her. "Don't ever stop…"

"No intention of stopping," he whispered in her ear as he moved faster, his hand caressing her leg as he wrapped it high around his waist so he could get even deeper. "God, Cameron…"

It was powerful and it was fast as they both came to their own finish and collapsed in a tangled, sweaty heap, laughing.

"I'm hungry," he breathed.

"Wow, mood killer," she said and then laughed again when he pinched her. "Ow!"

"Come on, get dressed. We can eat at the airport."

Cameron sat up in bed and watched as he took a large suitcase out of his closet and started tossing things into it.

"You're serious? What about the hospital? Wilson? Cuddy? They'll freak."

"Yeah they will," he said as he paused and cocked his head to one side. "It might be fun."

"House, I don't think you've thought this through. You can't just…go AWOL."

"I've thought plenty. Get a move on. Flight leaves in two hours."

Her eyes widened. "You knew that I…" then she shook her head. "Of course you did."

"What's wrong?"

"I hate being a foregone conclusion."

He stopped packing and walked over to her, placing his fingers under her chin and tipping her head up so he could look into her eyes. "You were never that. I simply gambled and took a chance that you just MIGHT want me to go with you. I have nothing here. I can work anywhere, even if it means starting my own practice. PPTH is toxic and I've had enough. So get dressed."

Her head was spinning with so many questions as she got dressed. "What about your things? Your apartment?"

"I'll deal with it when we get to wherever it is we're going."

Once he was packed, the cab showed up, he secured the apartment and they took off to the airport without a glance back.

To be concluded...