Disclaimer: House MD is not owned by me. It would probably be helpful if you read the other 2 stories first, if only for a good read. Enjoy and REVIEW:):)
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"You know, when you asked if anyone was busy this weekend, and wanted to hang out, I didn't think this is what you meant." Chase commented as he lifted a heavy box out of Cameron's bedroom.
Cameron smiled. "Well you should have read the small print. Put that one in the back seat of my car. Foreman, make sure those figurines are taken care of. If one breaks, it will be your head."
Foreman sighed, taking out the figures, and wrapping them individually with bubble wrap. "Where is House anyways? Shouldn't he be helping?"
Chase came back into the room, hearing Foreman's question. "He is apparently getting the apartment ready for all of Cameron's stuff. Translation: He is too lazy to help."
"Gotta love him." Cameron laughed, stacking 3 boxes and walking out to her car. She moved things around so they fit, and were safe and smiled. She was actually moving in with House…and Wilson. She wasn't unhappy about Wilson being there, it was actually better, because there were times when she couldn't carry drunken House to bed, or she distracted him when he drank too much and Wilson would hid the remaining alcohol.
House had gotten much better, with his drinking and his pill popping. But there were still days when he would get stressed, and his leg would act up and he wanted to drown away the pain. Cameron knew that there were times when he would rather drink and get high, than deal with the problems, but these were as frequent, so she wasn't as worried.
"Is this the last of it?" Foreman brought out the box of figures, along with a couple pillows. Chase followed behind with the remainder of the boxes, and filled the rest of his trunk and back seat. Foreman's car was already full, and now so was Cameron's.
Cameron nodded. "I'll be right back. Have to leave the key, and make sure we got everything." She ran back up to the apartment, walking slowly inside. The walls were white and blank, the floor was empty, and she felt like she had when she had first seen this place: in love.
She went through all the rooms, picking up stray pieces of paper and such. Back in the living room, she sighed and left her key on the ledge. "Bye…" She slowly left the apartment, closing the door behind her.
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"You know, Allison is gonna be mad at you for not helping her move today." House quipped as Wilson was moving stuff around, making room for Cameron's boxes.
"First off, she isn't going to be mad, because she knows I had to go into the hospital for most of today, which I did, and secondly, what have you done to help? I am at least making room. You are making a mess." Wilson looked over at House, who was still in a t-shirt and boxers, covered in potato chip crumbs.
House smiled. "She loves me, she can't get mad at me. And I have helped, I made room in the fridge and cabinets for her food." He pointed to the empty boxes and bottles.
Before Wilson could retort with a witty comment, there was a banging at the door, meaning the ducklings were there with Cameron's stuff. Wilson rushed over to the door, opening it. He watched Cameron bring in a box, then Chase, then Foreman. This pattern repeated itself a few times before Wilson made a comment.
"Allison, how much stuff do you have? Do remember this is a small apartment."
"I know, its not that much, just shelves and little things." Cameron smiled, putting down her box. "Has he moved from the couch since I left?"
Wilson laughed. "He cleaned out some of the cabinets and some space in the fridge for you, if that's what you mean."
Cameron shook her head, not really surprised that House hadn't helped, but still a little bothered. Since she had decided to move in, Wilson had seemed more enthusiastic about it than House had. She knew he was happy about it, but he just didn't show it. Sighing, she left to get another box.
"Can you tell them to quiet down a bit? I'm watching something." House bellowed from the couch.
Foreman walked in and heard him. "How about you fuck off?" He was tired, and House was doing dick all.
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After everything was brought in, Cameron made room at the table, and made them all a nice meal, in thanks for helping her. They all ate hungrily, and soon after Chase and Foreman headed home, leaving Cameron, House and Wilson alone.
Cameron decided to relax for a bit before she began to unpack her stuff. Wilson offered to put up her shelves and ledge things, so he was off doing that. And House was no where to be seen, not that Cameron had gone on a mission to find him.
House sat in his bedroom, making room for Cameron's clothes in his closet and dresser. He wanted to surprise her by having it all done when she decided to unpack. He managed to unpack her dress jackets and pants, blouses and t-shirts. There was one box left, which was labeled "Misc. Memories". Curious, he opened the box, and found pictures of her and her deceased husband, on trips or just around the apartment. They seemed insanely happy, and it hurt House a little inside.
Near the bottom of the box, he found a smaller black box. There was no label on it, but when he opened it, he knew what it was. It contained movie stubs from their dates, receipts from restaurants they had been too, etc. A warm feeling spread through his whole body, loving her more than he thought he could. Replacing all the contents back in the right boxes, he slid it on the bottom of his closet, shutting the doors. "Done, and done."
He stood up and hobbled over to the door, observing his work. "Perfect." Proud of himself, he hobbled out to the living room. "Allison…?" He hobbled over to the couch, and saw her fast asleep. She had been moving all day, so it only made sense that she would be tuckered out.
Smiling, he leaned down, and scooped her up, maneuvering so that the pressure was on his good leg and that she would be supported. He carried her back to what was now their room, and placed her softly on the bed. Slipping a blanket over her, he placed a small kiss on her forehead, before retreating to the living room to help Wilson.
"She asleep?" Wilson asked, as House came back into the living room.
"Yep, she must be exhausted. I'm glad we didn't have to move in with her." House smiled, sitting on the floor beside Wilson. "So what are we making?"
A couple hours later, Cameron woke up. She slowly opened her eyes, realizing she wasn't in the living room. Sitting up, she looked around the room, her eyes welling with tears. House had put up a few of her favourite pictures, put a few more of her figurines on all the surfaces in the room. She slid off the bed, walking over to the closet. She slowly opened it, and saw all her clothes were hung up, and her memory box was on the floor.
"Ok, for the last fucking time, there is no A bracket to fit into the c bolt!" House yelled at Wilson, hoping he didn't wake Cameron up.
"House, there has to be…its right in front of you, you knob." Wilson sighed, picking up the small black piece and putting it in place. "There, that's the last piece."
Cameron walked out into the living room, gasping at the site. The boys were on the floor finishing putting together one of her many shelves. The walls were lined with her other shelves and her little knickknacks, as well as her books. "Wow…"
The 2 men looked over at the source of the voice. "Sorry, did we wake you?" Wilson asked, putting the shelf in the corner.
"No, woke up all on my own. I see you guys have been busy." She smiled.
"Not really, well I was working, but Wilson was being a lazy ass. Did nothing to help." House quipped, smiling over at Wilson, whose jaw was on the floor.
"You know, if you weren't already a cripple, I would make you one. Anyways, so you like everything?"
Cameron smiled and nodded. She looked down at House and helped him up. "I especially love the bedroom. It's amazing. Thank you."
"It was nothing." He smiled, leaning down and kissing her softly. One arm snaked around her waist, the other found its way to her cheek. Cameron followed suit.
Wilson stood there, watching them for a moment, then cleared his throat. "Well, I'm just gonna get started on dinner."
House pulled away, winking at Cameron. "If he's getting busy, why don't we?" Cameron couldn't help but laugh, as they walked back to their bedroom.
Sighing, Wilson began to prepare the dinner, feeling quite lonely.
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