First House fic ever! I love this show – it's my favorite along with Whose Line US, so I wanted to try writing this. Set after Sports Medicine, the episode where House and Cameron go to the Monster Truck … date that isn't a date, hah! Hope you enjoy this! (:

Monster Trucks.

It wasn't exactly her ideal first date (even though she knew it wasn't one anyway), but it seemed to her that he could make anything work. Hell, with his crazy (and usually right) theories she doubted there was anything he couldn't do (except walk without his cane, but that didn't count).

It was all because of those Monster Trucks. And her feelings, as Chase had so rightly explained as she'd been complaining to him about the matter (though she still has no idea why she did).

As she sat at the familiar table listening to House's familiar diagnosis and Foreman's familiar "no, it's not that, the symptoms don't fit" it dawned on her. She liked House. A lot. Sure, it was there at the back of her brain, annoying her whenever she had nothing else to think about, but accepting was a whole different matter.

"Dr Cameron?" She looked up at Chase, not realizing she'd been daydreaming.

"Uh, sorry. What happened to House?" She noticed that her boss had left the room and, taking one look at the smirk on her blond college's face she realized she'd made a bad move.

"Lover boy? He probably went to hide from Cuddy." Foreman winked at her when he said this, causing Cameron to let out a frustrated sigh.

"Lover boy? Are we in eighth grade?" Cameron rolled her eyes, glaring at Chase (he had obviously told their fellow college about her feelings, stupid jerk) as he left the room with Foreman, both of them laughing.

As she grabbed the nearby patient file – completely clueless as to what the symptoms were or even the gender of the person they were treating – she felt a presence. Turning she came face to face with Wilson. Confrontation seemed to be on the cards.

"Wilson if you're here to tell me I'm being irrational please save it. I've had enough from Chase and Foreman."

"I was going to ask where House was." Wilson replied, not meeting her eyes. He was lying of course, he'd come to confront her.

"Try Exam Room One." Cameron replied, hurrying out before he could call her back.

Clutching the patient file to her chest (so not to be stopped by Cuddy or Wilson – she was taking a leaf out of House's book on that one), she headed in the direction of her locker, eager to just grab her coat and go home. It was late anyway and she could drop the file off as she was heading outside.

She opened her locker with the familiar combination (her birthday, because to be honest who would want to go in her locker?) and noticed it (for at this moment she didn't know what it was) immediately. She snatched it up and ripped it open before her brain really had a chance to process what she was doing. It was a card.

Cameron frowned; opening it and watching something fall to the ground. She assured herself that no, it wasn't her birthday and no, it wasn't Christmas, leaving her even more confused than previously. Gently she picked up the paper from the floor. It was those two words that gave it away. The two words that started it all.

Monster Trucks.

It wasn't just paper – it was a ticket - an entrance ticket. It was from him. That bastard.

And maybe, just maybe, her heart would have fluttered if not for the five words scribbled on the inside of the card.

Don't get your hopes up.

Yep, it's pretty short. Also - sorry if this is a little OOC, but I was okay-ish with it (: