Two Really Good Hands
Summary: Cameron gets into a fender bender. Short.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. As usual.
A/N: A little ficlet in the "Two" series. Just something fun to read, until I can try to think of something else. I've got something in mind, but I don't know how long it will be.
"You have a patient waiting," the nurse behind the desk told Dr. Gregory House as he tried to sneak-limp past her.
"But…I'm done…" House whined softly, motioning toward the clock.
The nurse smirked and held out the folder. "Exam room 1. You're going to want to take this."
House sighed and stared at the folder, snatching it away from her and hobbling toward the exam room.
"Cameron?" He asked when he walked inside, stopping and staring at the red head sitting on the examination table.
"Yeah…I won't take too much of your time. I just think I have some whiplash." Dr. Allison Cameron explained as she motioned toward the back of her neck.
"Whiplash from a car accident…we'll talk about that later…" House glanced up at her. "Everything else okay?"
"Yes. My neck just hurts and I've had this headache."
House handed her his cane and limped over, pressing his fingers softly against her neck and hearing her suck in a breath. "Tenderness and a bit of swelling. You know how to treat whiplash, Cameron, why are you here?"
Cameron moved her body so that she could look at him without moving her neck. "Well, because you have two really good hands and I was hoping for a massage."
House smirked and shook his head. "Can't. Neck's too sore. It would hurt you more than help." He took his cane back and grabbed her chart, jotting something down. "Ice it for about 35 minutes for…4 times a day. When I get home and if your neck looks a little better, I might give you a massage."
Cameron smiled and hopped down from the examination table and sauntered toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling. "Sounds good to me."
House smiled softly and shook his head once. "I'm still on the clock."
Cameron glanced at her watch. "Not anymore," she reminded, leaning up and pressing her lips gently against his. "Maybe you'll get a "massage" later too…" She pulled away from him and walked out of the room, smirking.
House tapped his fingers against his cane and chuckled. "That woman is going to be the death of me."