(Disclaimer: I dont own House MD... or anything associated with it, I just enjoy writing about it)

I have recently written two more chapters to counteract the lame ending I had before. But, if you dont care about the plot and want to skip straight to the smut, I'd suggest the one directly before the epilouge.

That being said this is set in season one, and I would greatly appreciate all reviews and readings!!

"yes Yes YES!!"

Doctor Gregory House simply smirks at the television as the patient lying in the hospital bed quickly shuts off the television quickly, and with a blush.

"You really are a sick man," House says with a dark look, "You want REAL porn? You need the girl on girl stuff."

"Duude," the patient says-he couldn't be much older than seventeen-casting a furtive glance over to where I was standing.

"Oh please," House says reading the don't-talk-about-your-porn-preferences-in-front-of-a-girl, signal and rolling his eyes, "Doctor Cameron here has been working here so long I doubt she still has much woman left in her."

I've worked with House for long enough to know that anything I say can and will be used to mock me when I'm around the last person I want to hear it…People like- but I block the stream of faces of people out of my head.

"Focus" I think to myself while trying to stifle a yawn. I had had my third straight night in the O.R.

Quite simply, it was 36 hours past my bedtime.

House was diagnosing his patient. He had a very rare parasite eating his intestines out. There is one in a million odds on it but the tests were conclusive. Big surprise there huh?

"In any case, You're free to go home so long as you take one of these at mealtimes," House was simply glowing in the glory of figuring yet another impossible case out as handed a prescription order to him. But glory wouldn't be enough; he had to take one final shot. He paused around and took aim:

"Oh don't worry if you seem a little inactive for a few days. It's the medicine. Makes you…" House held up a finger and slowly lowered it, making a little animated falling sound. I still cant figure out if sexual innuendo is House's strongest or weakest point.

Outside of the still dumbstruck patient's room, House begins his attack on me. My plan of defense? Completely ignoring any personal comment.

"So how about you? What kind of porn do you like?" House says.

It takes some effort, but I don't roll my eyes.

"Bet you like the weird stuff," he continues after an awkward pause.

I can tell he is just itching for a response, or for me to change the subject. Fortunately, a distraction comes by.

Unfortunately, it's James Wilson.

"Hi" he says.

"That is weird stuff," House says to me and limps away.

Right on cue, any chance I had of not letting House get to me is ruined by my failed attempts to stop from blushing. Without even looking back, House calls back to me:

"Like that'd ever happen"

Dodged the bullet there I guess, but somehow my face hadn't been informed.

Fortunately for me, Wilson was conveniently distracted by a nurse for a moment while I regain control of my face.

"Doctor Cameron, would you mind stepping into my office for a moment?" he asks

I nod, still not trusting myself to speak and follow James. He shuffles through some files. Through the fluttering of paper I try to force the mental images playing through my head out and more importantly force my itching eyes to stay open.

"I need your allergen expertise on a patient," he starts off looking up from his file. He starts to describe the case, but his killer brown eyes hit me like a sludge hammer, and suddenly so does the insomnia induced exhaustion.

Wilson naked….mmmm…. NO! Think of something else!! Chase Naked…Chase Naked…Wilson Naked… Dammit! I cant trust my psyche! I just wont open my mouth. That cant work, he wants my opinion! I can't remain professional…unless… A distraction! I'll break the chair and change the subject!

As sneakily as possible I try to kick out the leg of the chair I'm sitting on. OW! Shit! What is this chair made of? More importantly, why did I try to kick out the leg of a chair? Good Lord, I need to go home and get some sleep! I'm going crazy.

"So what do you think?" James finishes.

I open my mouth to ask him to repeat the symptoms again

"Iloveyou," I say quickly. NO! How did what I planned to say and what I told myself not to say get switched? Once more my exhausted mind takes over. Suddenly, I feel my center of gravity start to sway. I'm sitting on the edge of the chair. I try to right myself- and fall off.

Smooth.

"Allison!" he shouts and scrambles to help me up, "OhMYGOD! Are you alright?"

"S-Sorry, I'm just so tired," I stammer as I notice James is on his hands and knees over me. I smile and pass out.