Show: House

Rating: K+

Pairings: House/Cameron

Spoilers: Meaning, No Reason

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I'm simply borrowing them.

Author's Note: I just wanted to say thanks for all the reviews on my other stories. They've kept me writing new ones. But I am starting to really love writing House fanfics. Hee. I've also never seen this episode just the clip from when he asked her for drinks and she rammbled off. So I really have no idea if they actually did go out for drinks. I'm just making up as I go along. lol.

Title: Just drinks

Summary: It was just drinks. Atleast that is what it was supposed to start out as.

Cameron paced the length of the office. Why was he asking her to go out for a drink? She just didn't understand. She was always the one to express feelings it was never him. He made it quite clear he wanted nothing to do with her. But of course that didin't stop her from wanting him to. How she longed for him to just hold her in his arms, no one would ever know. She sighed a little to herself and ran a hand over her face just as Foreman had walked in, "Wow. What's wrong with you?" he asked as he walked over to get a cup of coffee."

Cameron sighed heavily, "I'm pacing." she replied simply. "I figure if House can have is arrogant ways I can pace. I'm trying something new." she said as he continued her pacing.

Foreman looked up from his coffee cup slowly and over at Cameron, "What did House do this time?" he asked with a small smirk on his face.

Cameron sighed and flopped down onto a chair and placed her head into her hands, "House asked me out for a drink." she said as she looked over at Foreman confused.

Foreman looked at her for a minute and then made his way over to the table, "Your not going through with it are you?" he asked as he sat down.

Cameron let out a sigh and gave him a light shrug, "I have no idea." she said honestly. In truth she had no idea what to do. She was so confused. Did he really have feelings for her and this was his way of asking her out? Or was he testing her? Was he testing her to see if she only liked him because he had a bum leg and now that his leg was well he was testing her.

Foreman gave her a look and took a sip of his coffee, "You know what happend last time." he said simply. "You'll just end up crying into your pillow." he said.

Cameron sat up straight and then got out of her chair, "I told you." she said firmly. "It was the wine" she said as he walked out of the room, her lab coat trailing behind her.

Foreman laughed a little into his cup, "Like a train wreck waiting to happen."

Just Drinks Chapter 1

Cameron opened up her closet and stared at its contents heavily. Desperatley trying to figure out what to wear. She didn't bother to call up House and ask him were to get drinks at. She had heared Wilson telling Cuddy one morning that House had been frequently visting a certain bar. She couldn't remember the name but she remembered the location. Cameron let out a long over drawn groan when she couldn't find anything to wear. She finally found a pair of jeans that hugged her simple curves nicely and a dark blue tank top in the back of her closet and quickly put it on. She applied some quick make up and some perfume, grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

House was sitting at the bar a cold drink in his hand as he stared off into space. Thoughts of the shooting carrying out through his mind like empty notes on a scale. He could still vividly see Cameron crossing her arms over her chest, the look of horror on her face, Foreman trying to rush over to him but being stopped, the look of pure shock on Chase's face. "Did Wilson send you here?" House asked with a tilt of his head in Cameron's direction.

Cameron gave him a small smile and sat down in the bar stool next to him, "You asked me out for a drink remember." she said casually.

House looked at her for a minute. Momentarily taking her in, "You declined." he retorted.

Cameron opened her mouth, letting out a small sigh as she did so, "I did not. You only assumed I did while I was babbling." she said honestly. "All I said was you were not healthy."

House continued to look at her for a few more minutes probably longer then he should have. But none the less he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He smirked a little and turned back to his drink. He felt the cool liquid sooth his aching throat. He found it a little funny, it didn't hurt before, not until she had arrived. He could feel his senses tingling as he took in her perfume and his eyes kept looking at her out of the corner of his eye trying to catch another of her silky smooth skin. He swallowed roughly and glanced over at her, "Are you going to order something or sit next to me like a good little puppy?" he asked. There it was. Sarcasm. Sarcasm always made him feel a little more comfortable.

Cameron raised an eyebrow at him and then to the bartender, "Martini please." she said lightly.

House let his lips form into a small smirk, "Figures." he said. "Its a chicks drink." he said. He noticed the look on Cameron's face and dropped his smirk, "Did you honestly not expect me to comment on it?" he asked. "Seriously, do you not know me at all?" he asked.

Cameron rolled her eyes a little and took her drink. House watched as she downed it casually in nothing more then three swallows. As the hours went by and the drinks went down the two found themselves getting more and more wrapped up in eachother. Of course they both knew on some level that they couldn't cross the line as co workers. At least right now, not while they were both drunk. But some where else inside of them that only made them want it more. Like the alcohol had finally broken that bridge they had both built between them after the last date they went on.

As if in a blink of an eye Cameron found herself being pressed up against House's front door. His lips never leaving hers, her arms tangling around his waist, his hand digging into his pocket and pulling out his house key. Once inside she heared him drop his keys to the floor and shut the door with his foot. She made quick to take off his shirt, but taking time to let her fingers graze his skin as she unbuttoned it. It was becoming harder and harder for House to concentrate as she did so. He thanked god silently for kedimine and being able to walk, even if it was only for right now. He bent his knees slightly and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her into his room and lying her down gently on the bed.

TBC...