Okay, this is really old... like ancient... like... last summer, between season 2 and 3 old... Um, please review, though I think my writing has imporved since this... It will be 8 chapters total so... yeah


Ding Dong

Ding Dong

"Hold on William Hung. I'm not Speedy Gonzalez."

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong.

House opened the door with a load of money in his hand. Cameron looked up at him. Her eyes were unusually bright and she was wearing a goofy smile.

"You aren't the Chinese guy." Next thing he knew, both of Cameron's arms were around him. She pressed her lips against his. She pulled back.

"How's that," she asked. House was clearly startled. He looked at her eyes.

"Cameron, you're hy."

"No. Just kiss me," she said caressing his face.

"Allison," he said slightly creeped out. She kissed him again.

"Yea?"

"Sit," he said gently. He put her on the couch and the doorbell rang again. He got up and paid for the food from 'William Hung'.

"You got a lot of food," Cameron said. She started giggling.

"Yea, um… Cameron, why don't you lie down?" She nodded and put her head down on the pillow. "Do you want something to eat?"

"No thank you."

"Okay, I'll be right back." He went into the kitchen and pulled out his cell phone.

"Lisa, are you gonna be here soon?"

"Five minutes Greg. Why? You didn't seem too excited about helping me this morning." She sounded agitated.

"Well Cameron just showed up at my place hy."

"Oh my god… Well I'm almost there." House heard a loud banging sound coming from his living room. "I got to go. Bye."

"House—"

"Cameron, what are you doing," he asked. She was sitting at his piano.

"Tickling the ivories." She had a goofy smile on her face.

"Oh god, Cameron, you are so out of it."

"Waz dat," she asked standing up again. She walked over to his bedroom.

"Cameron?"

"This is a nice room, very nice. Oh, a guitar. Do you play?"

"No, I just have one lying around," he replied his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Can you play for me," she asked sweetly. He looked at her. She looked sort of… innocent. He smiled a little bit.

"Maybe another day."

"No day but today," she said. There was a huge grin on her face.

"What?" He recognized the line from RENT, which Cuddy was always obsessing over.

"The heart can freeze, or it may burn. The pain will ease, and I can learn. There is no future, there is no past. I live this moment as my last. There's only us, there's only this. Forget regret, one life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way. No day but today."

He looked at her stunned. Her voice was a little off key, but you could tell that if she wasn't hy, she would be an excellent singer. The doorbell rang.

"Wow House, you are popular tonight," she grabbed his arm. He rolled his eyes and walked to the door.

"Hey Greg," Cuddy said looking through her purse. "You said Camer—oh." She looked up to see the very giddy Cameron and a very pissed looking House.

"Yeah, oh," he said.

"Don't need attitude, House."

"Hi Cuddy. Are you here too?" She giggled again.

"Not quite sure what she took yet. I'm trying to sober her up."

"Why don't you lay her down," Cuddy suggested.

"I tried, she just got up."

"Oh… well, we aren't going to be able to work tonight."

"Let's just get her to sleep."

"Yea." Cuddy sat down on the couch and started pulling out files. House brought Cameron to the bedroom.

"Allison," he said gently, "Try and get some sleep. I'll bring you home in the morning. Do you want anything to eat?"

"What about work?"

"It's Saturday. Do you want food?"

"No, no." She was down on the bed. "Good night House!"

"Yea, night…" He walked out with Cuddy.

"She okay?"

"I hope so," he said shaking his head.

"What happened," she asked, reaching for the Chinese. House quickly filled her in about his eventful half hour… He picked up a file and began reading through.

"I liked 481, he seemed stable." She looked up at him. He picked up the file.

"He's so short Lis… You don't want a kid getting beat up on the playground. I told you that."

"Greg, don't be an ass, just because you picked on kids—"

"Hey, I was the one who was picked on. You try living in Egypt when you don't know Arabian."

"But you do know Arabian."

"So? I had a funny accent."

"Greg, you are an ass. What was I thinking?"

"I'm not sure." He watched her pull out more files.

"Damn, how many did you bring?"

"Thirty. I have more in the car."

"House, I don't wanna be alone," came Cameron's voice from the door.

"Come sit on the couch," he said. Cuddy got off and moved to the floor. She and House continued, whispering.

"What are you doing," she asked watching them make two piles.

"Reviewing patients." The lie came so fast, that if Cameron was in her right mind, she would have noticed.

It continued for a few hours before Cuddy left. They tried the entire time to get Cameron to drink some coffee or eat something, but she refused.

House went to bed. ("I'm going to sleep now, Cameron. Stay here, okay?") He walked into his own room and sighed.

When House woke up the next morning, he almost screamed.

"Cameron… Why are you in my bed?" Cameron woke up equally startled.

"I, how, what… why… Oh, god did we do any thing?"

"Not unless you drugged me up too!"

"What?" She looked at him like he was insane. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. ("Come on, let's get breakfast.") She followed obediently.

"What happened last night?"

"Before or after you attempted to rape me? I'm not sure about before, but when you got here you were hy on something. You tried to kiss me twice. Then we kept giving you—"

"Wait, we?"

"Cuddy was here. We kept giving you coffee that you wouldn't drink. How'd you feel now?"

"My head is pounding, and every part of my body is aching."

"Good, you can make coffee."

"You are a lovely host."

"Well the guest was uninvited. Plus I'm making eggs." She made a face and walked over to the coffee machine. Cameron turned around to see House just standing there.

"What?"

"Got coffee?" She handed him one.

"Good, now let's go." She noticed he was fully dressed.

"Where?"

"Out to breakfast." She smiled. They walked out side and House jumped on his bike.

"Your bike?"

"It hurts to walk too much." He swung his cane in her face. She smiled again and got on and wrapped her arms around him. He gave her the helmet.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"So you're a mysterious guy now?"

"I always have been," he grinned and revved up the bike. She grinned as he rode off to a small diner.

"What made you do this," asked in the middle of the meal.

"Your song last night."

"What song?"

"You started singing some song from that musical about the gay guys and the dudes with AIDS?"

"RENT?"

"Yea, that's the one."

"Thanks House."

"……..."

"Wait, I sang? Oh god. I'm so sorry. I have such a bad voice, I'm sorry."

"You have a beautiful voice." He said it sincerely.

"Thanks."

"Please stop."

"Stop what?"

"Thanking me."

"Oh, right. House, can I ask you something?"

"You just did."

"Can we consider this our second date?"

"Sure. You can even tell Foreman and Chase you slept with me."

"I think I'll leave that detail out."

"Oh…"

"What, did you want them to think you are 'the man'."

"Well, no, but Cuddy has to take a hint," he smiled. Cameron frowned.

"What was she doing at your house last night?"

"Umm… some work."

"You two aren't… together are you?"

"Ewww… no. She might have some nice fun bags, but she's been my friend forever. It would be like…"

"Dating a sister?"

"Yea," he shrugged.

"You've known each other since what, college?"

"No, that's just what we tell people." Cameron waited for him to continue.

"Well?"

"We met in like 7th grade and dated. But when I moved to Japan, we kept in touch."

"So, I'm guessing you never did sleep together. To bad, that was a good rumor."

"Yea, too bad." Sarcasm was dripping from every word.

They paid and got back on his bike. He began to drive her home.

She jumped off once they got there. "Umm… do you want to come in?"

"Sure."

"Can you do stairs?"

"Not really."

"Oh, the elevator is out. Wanna try?" She had this look of hope in her eye that House hated to crush.

"I can't. Sorry," he said. She frowned.

"So, what exactly were you smoking?"

"I don't know…" She thought about it. "I hope I'm out of whatever it was."

"Me too, you were a woman crazed. Do you remember last night?"

"Bits and pieces. I remember kissing you."

"Really?"

"Yea. Maybe another kiss will spark my memory." She had her arms around him, and this time he didn't push her away.

"If I didn't know better I would say you're trying to steal a kiss." Their faces were two inches apart.

"Good thing you know better," she whispered. They kissed. Snow began to fall gently.

"Will you come back to my place?"

"I can't, I've got stuff to do. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay," he said. She stared for another moment before running inside. He got back on his bike and rode away with a smile on his face. He found himself humming.

525600 minutes

525000 moments of tears

525600 minutes, how do you measure, measure a year?

In daylight or sunsets?

In midnights or cups of coffee?

In inches, in miles of laughter and strife?

525600 minutes. How do you measure a year in a life?

How about love?

How about love?

How about love?

Measure in love.

Seasons of Love.

Seasons of Love.

525600 minutes

525000 journeys to plan

525600 minutes

How do you measure the life of a women or a man

In truth that she learned

Or in time that he cried

Bridges he burned

Or the way that she died

Its time now

To sing though the story never ends

Let's celebrate, remember the life of a women or a man

Remember the love

Remember the love

Remember the love

Measure in love.

Seasons of love

Seasons of Love


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