House swiped the white board with a black eraser. He looked up at the clock.
"Perfect timing." He set the eraser on the easel and grabbed a manila folder that was on the table. He grabbed his cane and walked out the door, locking it on his way out. He walked down the hallway towards the janitor's closet.
"Chase!" Cameron laughed as Chase put her on the table and pulled her close to him. He slid his hands under her sweater, up her back and kissed her. Cameron pulled his shirt over his head. He pulled her in for another kiss.
House opened the door. Cameron fiercely pushed Chase away and Chase quickly threw his shirt back on. He accidentally got the arm hole and the head hole in the wrong places. He tried to fix it but just gave up and threw his shirt on the ground. He looked up.
By this time House was already starting at Cameron, taking in the first time he's seen her completely vulnerable. Chase sneered.
"Sorry." He said sarcastically. "I was looking for a trash can." He threw his folder into the trash can in front of them. He walked out and shut the door behind him.
Cameron looked down. She rested her hands on the table she was still sitting on and breathed out deeply. Finally she said something. "What was that look about?" She said to Chase.
"What look?" Chase replied.
"The look you gave House." She pulled her sweater back to her hips.
"I didn't-" He started.
"We agreed this is just strictly sex." She replied sternly.
"I know!" He assured her.
"Then why did you look like you about to bite off House's ear when he looked at me?" Cameron challenged.
"House is just a pig. Excuse me if I didn't like it when he looked at you like one of his magazines!" Chase snipped. Cameron looked hurt. She stood up. She walked out of the room and shut the door behind her.
"Cameron!" He yelled after her. She kept walking.
The Next Day: Afternoon:
"Do you even know what test to do on her?" Foreman asked Cuddy as they were looking at the file of Kimberly Adams.
"No, but House will find out." She replied dimly.
"What's with you today?" He asked.
"Nothing. Can we just continue with the prognosis?" Cuddy brushed a piece of hair out of her face and rolled her eyes.
"We never said she was dying!" Foreman replied hastily.
"Oh, yea sorry." She said, clueless. "You know, I should go." She stood up and combed her hand through her hair.
"Okay, but just give this to House." He said as he handed her a piece of paper.
"Wooo, a love note?" She laughed.
"Yes. A love note with leukemia written all over it." Foreman replied smartly.
"You know, right now that sounds witty, but by the time I get to my office it'll just sound stupid." She smiled and walked out of the room.
Cuddy walked into her office, surprised by House that was sitting on her couch.
"House, how many times have I told you not to come in here when I'm not here?" She said dully as she sat in her desk.
House walked up to her. "About the same amount of times you've worn a plunging V-neck shirt. Many." He retorted.
Cuddy sat back in her seat. "Why are you here?"
"What to you think? The MRI came out negative and I'm here to rub it in your face." He tossed a paper on her desk. She leaned forward and grabbed the paper.
"That's not possible. We already tested him for all STD's and all flu symptoms." She said as she ran her finger down the paper.
"Unless he's created his own STD, these results mean that you owe me five bucks. Oh, and a kiss." He replied.
"What? Are we in grade school?" Cuddy snapped back. She looked at the paper again. "Look, just do the test again and give him 10 milligrams of steroids before you do it. That should get his blood pressure high enough that you can actually get the right results." She handed the paper back to him.
"I'm not redoing the test because you refuse to take the results for what they are." He said back to her.
"If his blood pressure is raised, there will be more of the white tissue in his internal organs. The less of tissue in his leg, the better." She looked up to see that he wasn't moving yet. "Just do it."
"I bet you say that to all the guys." House replied sarcastically.
"House." She sounded, a bit annoyed, not mad, but joking a little too.
House turned around and started walking out the door. "I'm making Foreman do it." He said with out stopping.
"Oh wait, House!" Cuddy just remembered the note. He was out of ear shot by then. "Great." She put her feet up on the desk.
"Come on damn car!" Cameron yelled at her steering wheel, twisting her key in the ignition. She slamed her hand on the steering wheel.
"Troubles?" House's voice made Cameron practically jump out of seat. Cameron rolled down the window.
She held her hand to her chest and looked at House. "Don't do that, House! You almost gave me a heart attack."
"Well, we are in a hospital parking lot." House said. Cameron gave him an annoyed look. "So what's wrong with your car?" He asked, not really sounding like he cared.
"It's not running House." Cameron said as if he should have known that.
"Let me give you a ride." House offered. He reached over the car door and unlocked it. House pulled on the handle and opened the door.
"House, I can't."
"Cameron, you can." House said in a mocking tone. Cameron hesitated but gave him a thankful smile and closed her car door behind her. She turned around. "Oh shit! I locked my keys in the car!"
She started to panick. House finally chipped in. "The window is open dumbass." He leaned over Cameron and pulled the keys out of the ignition. House pushed the window up button and moved his arm before it got stuck. He stayed there for a few more seconds. He liked the heat of Cameron's body. Cameron didn't protest.
Finally, House moved and they started walking towards House's car.
This is my second story. I decided to to write a House fanfiction because well I love House and I always have. You will see my weirdness come alive because I have so many different interests and I plan to write for all of them. So, leave me a review please telling me what you think, or what you want to happen. Thank you so much and check out my other stories too!