Cameron sat in the lab staring into the microscope. Emotions flashed through her, from anger to depression, causing her to breathe deeply. She knew he never meant any of what he said to her, but still, as soon as one of his inappropriate comments left his stubble lined lips, she felt another piece of her heart shatter. He had known how she felt toward him ever since their date, and although she says she's over him, she knows that she isn't. Every day she steps into his office to sort his mail, her heart beat increases drastically. Now she sat in the lab, alone and emotional, like she had for the last 12 hours trying to understand him and trying to get herself back together, but every time she was ready to confront him once again, she broke down. She stared down at the slide in front of her and watched as a tear slid down the lens. She lifted her head from the microscope to find him staring at her from behind the glass. His look was serious, concerned even. She wiped her eyes and stood to leave. As she approached the glass door, she heard his voice.
"Cameron." She turned to face him. "I'm sorry." He was staring down at the floor but she knew that he meant his few apologies he gave.
"Took you long enough," she said angrily, walking out the door. He sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. 3:11 am. It had taken him 12 hours to finally come up with an apology. With that he walked out and into the elevator. He reached the top floor and sighed heavily. Stairs. Slowly he approached them and started to climb. By the time he reached the top, he was out of breath and exhausted. He opened the door to the roof and was surprised by Allison Cameron, who was standing on the other side of the door ready to leave. She scoffed in disgust and pushed past him to the stairs.
"Cameron, wait," he shouted after her. Still, her heals clicked on the cement steps. He stood at the roof door still thinking of ways to stop her. "Let me make it up to you." House regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. Still, it had stopped her dead in her tracks. He limped over to the railing and looked down. She had already made it a quarter of the way down when she had stopped. She looked down at the ground for a while before looking up at him.
"How?" she asked raising her hands doubtfully. The word shot through him like the bullet he had received only ten months before. He looked up at the ceiling for answers where he found none.
"I'll pick you up at seven tonight," he finally said, his gaze dropping down to his cane. She laughed a sarcastic laugh. He looked back down at her.
"You think you can just take me out on a date, after insulting me, just to insult me some more? That's your idea of an apology!?" She had made her way back up the stairs by this time and stood right in front of him. "You're unbelievable." At that, she walked back onto the roof. He sighed and followed her, knowing that she would be trapped.
She stood in one of the corners, facing away from the building. He slowly walked toward her, watching as her body clenched tighter as he got closer.
"Relax! It's not like I'm going to rape you," he said, stopping right behind her, checking her out, "although..." As he said that, she relaxed and let a disgusted grunt escape her throat. She turned around, face to face with him.
"Why do you think everyone worships you House? Not everyone will come running back to you as soon as you want them to. People have respect for you, that doesn't mean they have to praise you," she said sharply.
"You're right. Why would they worship me when you are just as convenient?" he responded, raising his eyes to meet hers. There, he watched as her eyes changed from udder rage to appreciation. Then, without thinking, House leaned forward and placed his lips lightly on hers. We moved little, waiting for her to return the gesture. When she finally did he felt a pile of relief release from him. They separated shortly after, Cameron standing in shock because of the course of action her boss had decided to act on. Finally, House spoke loudly, confidently.
"Pick you up at seven then." Then he turned on his good heal and walked back out to the stair well, leaving Cameron in the corner with a smile lining her damp lips.