Stuck

BookwormKiwi

Disclaimer: As I am a young typist (Buzzkill Bunny's words), nobody would see me as a great threat to their income or possession of characters, so would not sue me.

A/N: Thanks, Buzzkill Bunny, no more torches.

"We are facing a slight malfunction with electrical equipment, and would appreciate if you could clear out as soon as possible."

The voice over the speakers drew one particular shopper's head up from the shelves. There were much mutterings of rudeness to customers, but Allison Cameron only cared about one thing. Apart from House. She smiled at the sudden thought, though soon stopped when she realised a man was looking at her funny.

She had to get out.

She quickly threw a couple of books she had picked up, along with a tin of cat food into a plastic bag that was conveniently floating around the shelves.

Hastening towards the exit, she tripped over a small plastic bike that had obviously fallen off the shelves.

Throwing her arms out to brace the impact of the fall which might have occurred, but didn't, as Cameron has very good balance, Cameron lost grip of the bag, and it went flying out of her hands.

She swore lightly, because Cameron was too pure to know any really bad words, and quickened her pace to get out of the store.

She hurriedly got out of the children's toys section, and fell into the children's clothes section.

But before she could move along to women's wear, the lights went out, and she ran into…something, which she had no idea what it was.

Cameron swore again, and vaguely wished she did know those really bad words.

Cameron plopped herself down on the floor, and wondered where exactly in the store she was, how she would get out, and even pondered the meaning of life, for a while, until she remembered what she was supposed to be thinking about.

She hugged her knees to her chest, and closed her eyes. Willing herself not to fall asleep, she rested her head against the wall right behind her.

Cameron shot up. Since when was there a wall behind her? There had been a rack of clothes near her when she was stumbling around before.

She left the unexplained wall, because since she was up, and no longer in danger of falling asleep, she thought she might as well wander around.

Cameron's eyes had grown semi used to the dark, so she could see almost a metre ahead if she squinted and tried real hard.

Making out the shape of the candy section, she headed over, feeling her stomach rumble.

Of course, being Cameron, she knew that candy did not fill you up; she had always been told that as a kid, and more importantly, that stealing was wrong.

A little voice in her head, however, told her that all rules have a little bit added to the end that says,

'This rule applies at all times, except in special circumstances', and that being locked in a department store would be classified as a special circumstance.

Cameron slipped a bag of peppermints off its rack. She put her hands up to the top of the bag, and started to pull.

She stopped. Her conscience got the better of her, and she decided that she couldn't eat them, not only because you can't eat candy when you're hungry, but she also didn't have a toothbrush, and there's no way you can eat sugar without brushing your teeth before bed.

However, there was one small problem. Was there anything she could eat?

Stumped, Cameron sat down again. Then she had a bright idea.

"I'll need a flashlight!" she cried.

"Like we hadn't figured that out already," came a voice from the shadows (there were a lot of them), making Cameron jump.

"Who's there?" she called out to the darkness.

"Nerves make your ears not work so well?" The figure moved forwards into Cameron's line of vision.

"House!"

"Yep, the one you know and love," he replied. "Literally."

Cameron was faintly glad of the imposing darkness to hide her red cheeks, but she carried on as though she could not feel them burning.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's not as if I want to be here," he growled. He sniffed. "Neither do you, I suppose."

Cameron felt the distinct urge to roll her eyes, but restrained herself.

"How do we get out of here?" she asked in her no nonsense voice.

"Clearly you don't want to be left alone with me," House said tauntingly.

"Clearly," Cameron mumbled.

House winced.

"Don't say that." He put a hand to his chest. "It hurts."

Cameron did not resist the rolling of her eyes this time. Then she sighed.

"House, we're stuck in here together, so hopefully-" She was cut off by a small cough from behind her.