Consequences
Author's Note: Set after the episode 15 kiss. My first fanfic, don't read if you don't like House/Cameron. I hope it's good; fingers and toes crossed. I'll write another, much longer chapter if I anyone requests it, I'm prepared to do a couple more chapters so far if I get some good reviews. Constructive criticism welcome. Beginner's luck, eh! Here we go!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own House or any of its affiliates. I do own my imagination and my own TV
Chapter 1: Sink or swim
House pushed open the door to the restaurant and walked in, listening to the sounds of the jazz band playing on a small platform in the corner of the shop. He watched as the waitress wrote down the three younger doctors' order and walked back to the kitchen.
He was here, he thought. Wilson said to go out and here I am, going to see my friends (The term 'friend' being used very loosely). Now all he had to do was go over and reveal his presence his subordinates. (A pity you can't go out with people without actually talking to them, House reckoned).
He imagined the awkward silence as he approached. Chase's jaw would probably drop, and remain in that same position for the rest of the night. Foreman would avoid House's gaze and give an annoyed sigh, but would eventually give it up as just House being House.
Cameron was a different case though, he thought. House didn't know how she was going to react.
He thought it was quite possible that she could be extremely angry at him, due to the fact that her husband died of cancer.
She could be embarrassed, because of what had happened earlier that evening.
(He subconsciously touched his lips, still feeling the burn of hers on his)
She might not even talk to him, disgusted with his obviously immoral and unethical stunt to get his hands on drugs.
House took a deep breath. Time to take the plunge. The thing is - he wasn't sure if he would sink or swim.