Sadly, I still don't own them.
Here is a peek inside House's brain (yikes!) as requested…
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Sugar and spice and all girly 'g' things nice. That is Allison Cameron to a "t." Except she is more like x's and o's. That is how girls write hugs and kisses right? Too bad I didn't read the birthday card she gave me with the present; I bet it would have had "xoxo" written on it.
She is going to rub off on me. Soon I'm going to remember Suzie's name is Sarah and actually give a damn if other people remember too! That much niceness is bound to have an effect on other people, even on me.
So, why don't I terminate her fellowship? But then I would miss out on having my mail sorted, coffee made, and other secretarial duties done by someone other than myself. And of course she is gorgeous. The night of the Red Dress…that was enough to fuel my fantasies for a long time. It had to cost a month's salary, but damn, it was worth it! At least from my perspective. That dress, it hugged her like a glove in all the right places. It gave her the curves guys dream about. Really, she looked like an angel. But then again no real angel would inspire the kind of thoughts seeing Cameron in that red dress did. She made me willing and ready to commit all seven deadly sins just to have another glimpse of her in that dress.
But those aren't the real reasons I like having her here. I like having Cameron because she balances out me and the team. I want to know WHAT someone's symptoms are; she wants to know HOW to help them feel better. I tell her everyone lies, she comes back with brutal honesty, even if it hurts her. Like that time in the hall, when she asked if I liked her. She was honest. Most people would have come up with some sarcastic remark, but not Cameron, she cut through all the crap even though it left her vulnerable. Her vulnerability is something else I admire about her. I am an arrogant bastard who doesn't let anyone close, but Cameron is completely different. She tries to get close to people. She brings them birthday presents and puts out candy canes at Christmas to make them happy. And she is strong, certainly stronger than I am. She doesn't need an acerbic tongue or Vicodin to get through the day. And she does more than get through the day, she makes the right decisions now, the tough ones. She makes the ones that none of us want to make and leave for her. Like with Powell, she did it. She had the balls to honor the guy's wishes. The other stooges would have never done it.
So yeah. I like having her on my team and think she is hot, that's it, right? It doesn't matter that my stomach flip-flops in the morning when she gives me my coffee and our hands brush. And the fact that when we are looking at films together, I have to inch further away so that she doesn't sense my increased heart rate doesn't mean anything. Neither does the fact that I know when it is her walking around the corner by the way her heels click on the linoleum floor of the hospital. It could be a coincidence that I walk by her office last on my way out of the hospital each night, and I probably am not checking on her. Of course not, because if all these things did matter and mean something then that would mean I had fallen in love with Allison Cameron.