Hello. This is my first ever House fan fic, though it's really more of a one shot collection. Tons of fluff because fluff is good.

Disclaimer: This applies to every chapter. I DON'T own House. Wish I did, but I don't.

House's leg had fallen asleep.

Still, when the cause of the numbness was a beautiful woman lying on him, he tended to be a bit more tolerant.

But this was his bad leg, and it hurt, badly. It was rainy, which always made it swell a bit, and he had woken up to a shrill pain in his injured leg.

It was, he mused in an attempt to ignore the discomfort, better than an alarm clock. That was good: he wouldn't be late for work.

If he could bloody get up.

Which he doubted he could.

He counted the dots on the wall, the pairs of socks he had left on his floor, exactly how many times the thunder crashed in one minute.

But it hurt.

She was sleeping, still, and House hadn't the heart to wake her. A lock of hair fell over her face, and she was smiling as she dreamed.

She had been an angel, he thought. A perfect angel he would have thought he could never touch.

But she had fallen quite willingly, and he had to say he was glad. It was no fun being miserable if he had to do it alone.

He loved her, he supposed. Not that he would tell her. Not unless she killed him first.

And then he wouldn't be very talkative either, would he?

House rolled his eyes. The babbling was almost as painful as the leg itself.

He could wait a few more minutes.

He watched his toes turn white, then blue, then settle into a shade of purple.

And while the leg bothered him, occasionally, he really didn't want it amputated.

Sighing, he nudged her.

She slept peacefully.

"Oi, wake up," he said quietly.

She slept, still.

Rolling his eyes, he kissed her.

That woke her up.

"What?" she asked as she wrenched her lips away. "What was that, House?"

"Leg."

She looked down, gasped a little, and shifted to the side.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine now."

There was something in his statement that suggested more to come.

"But you know what would make me feel even better?"

And before she had a chance to answer, he caught her lips with his again.

Outside, rain poured down, thunder clashed, lightening filled the sky.

But inside?

He was kissing a beautiful woman, and he could feel his leg again.

Pulling back, he smiled at her.

"Good morning, Allison."

Okay, this will be a collection of one shots, mostly House X Cameron.

I do Wilson X Cuddy as well, though.

Well, review if you liked, or if you didn't.

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