October 14

I started this fic a LOOONG time ago, but stopped it because of Writers block and lack of interest. Now, this newly-revised version is coming out, and, hopefully it will be a bigger hit then Last time. This isn't set around any particular season, but, eh, lets just say… early to middle season three. (Before all the ridiculous Chameron) This is not beta'd, all mistakes are mine, but this isn't going to be perfect.

Deal.

Hameron Forever!

October 14

2:44 A.M.

Allison Cameron sat at her computer. It was late. She was moving in a perfunctory pattern, never stopping the steady clicks coming from the keyboard beneath her fingers. Her brown hair was pulled in a loose bun, with frizzy strands sticking out. Her glasses rested carelessly on the bridge of her nose and dark bags hung heavy beneath her eyes. Another late work night. They were becoming customary now. So much mail to answer, papers to write, and paperwork. She yawned, her hand fumbling for a now cold cup of coffee. Ugh, she had to get this done. She blinked as the computer screen blurred before her blue-green eyes. She was so tired. She reached up to her hair and let the bun come loose, thick brown curls spilling out and resting perfectly on her shoulders and back. Cameron let her head fall back, her eyes slowly closing. How tired she was, surely a few minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt…

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Still October, still the 14

6:30 A.M

Gregory House limped painfully into his office, grumpily muttering something about having to "Come to work early", and "Doing useless clinic duty" How he'd like to see The great dean herself deal with the patients he got. Just yesterday he had had to deal with a man who managed to get a pen stuck in his ear. House winced.

Note to self: Do NOT stick writing utensils in bodily orifices…

He walked into the office and paused, surprised at what he saw. Allison Cameron sat at her chair, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and steady. Her face held an exact expression of indescribable peace. Her hair fell from her dipped head down the chair like a brown waterfall. Her full red lips her slightly parted, and in the pale morning light, her face looked so perfect, it was eerie. She looked beautiful. House considered letting her sleep longer, but then decided against it. What would that do for his reputation? Grinning, he grabbed his ipod, turned it on to a random song, turned the volume waaay up, and let it play directly into her ears. Almost instantly she jumped, nearly kicking over the whole chair.

"Jesus, House!!" She nearly screamed, eyes wide and breaths quick. He was so close, her face right next to his. She could smell the scent of his intoxicating cologne. Spicy, yet subtle.

"Good Morning" He said sweetly, turning and limping to his chair.

"What the-HOUSE? " Cameron demanded, furious, but also a little disoriented from being awoken so abruptly.

"Oooh, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He paused, thinking "Make that chair, to be precise. And why isn't there coffee made? You're slacking, woman!"

Cameron resisted the urge to smack him. Scowling, she staggered to the coffee machine "Make the dang coffee yourself."

"Oh, but you make it so well, besides, I find that hard because your in the way."

Cameron sharply turned around, hands on her hips, drawing back her coat ever so slightly. "Okay, then go ahead, I'll move" And with that, Cameron sat down.

House faked a moan "Can't, disabled, remember?"

"UGH" Cameron said, exasperated. "More like MENTALLY disabled!"

"That's what they tell me!"

There was silence after that. It was too early for Cameron to think of more witty responses, besides, she was still waking up. She waited impatiently for the coffee to brew, then poured a cup of the dark amber liquid for House and another for herself. She slammed the cup down on his desk and sat down, gratefully thanking the caffeine gods as she sipped the hot beverage.

"Yeesh, someone has a temper." House said taking a sip of his coffee "Hmm.." He scrunched up his face "This coffee isn't as good as usually is…"

Cameron sighed "Yea, that's kind of what happens when the coffee maker gets a little over four hours of sleep."

"Well, that's not my fault"

"Well that's debatable."

"No, its my ipod's fault, see I meant to turn it down to give you nice relaxing music to sleep with, but the volume thingie messed up"

Cameron gave House a skeptical glare. "You call heavy metal relaxing?"

House shrugged "Sure, who doesn't?"

Cameron grinned slightly, giving House her infamous eye roll. "Fine. I'm going home to change and shower"

House smirked "Can I come with?"

Cameron placed her hands on her hips, glaring.

"I'll take that as a no." House said, pretending to act disappointed.

Cameron just sighed and left, shaking her head at House.

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