Disclaimer: I don't own House MD, but I would like to own Hugh Laurie? Christmas maybe?

I've been on FF for a while now, just reading everyone's amazing stories. I wrote this a few months ago now, and I've decided to put it up. I'm a bit new to this, but I'd love your comments, good or bad, just to tell me how I'm doing and give me a confidence boost. I'd love that, so...enjoy. :)

Listen To Your Heart

Chapter One - On Fire

He was just sitting. Not doing anything special, not smiling, laughing or even looking happy for that matter. He was just sitting, playing with his damn yo-yo. Deep in thought about something or another. But even though he wasn't doing anything special, Alison Cameron felt more in love with him at that moment than she had at any other point. Gregory House was slumped back in his chair, his feet up on the desk, watching as his yo-yo spiral out of his hands. With a slight flick of the wrist, it was back in him palm. The desk lamp was casting a soft glow around his masculine features, concentration etched on his face.

"Cameron? Cameron!"

"Oh, what?" she said, spinning round to see Foreman and Chase laughing.

"What were you thinking about? You were miles away!" said Chase, taking a big sip of his coffee.

"Oh, oh...it was nothing." she said, turning away from House's office so she couldn't be distracted any more.

"We were just saying that we should go out for a drink again. It feels like we haven't done that in ages!" said Foreman.

"Yeah, yeah, I'd like that." Cameron still felt a million miles away, and however hard she tried, she couldn't shake thoughts of House from her head. Even though she wasn't looking at him, she could hear his yo-yo travelling up and down its string.

"Right, I better get off to the clinic before House gets on my back." said Chase, gathering his things and standing up. "Are you coming Cameron?"

"No, I'm not scheduled down there today. I'll catch you up later."

"Ok. Well, I guess I'll see you later."

"I'm coming Chase. Wait for me." said Foreman as he got up, dumped his mug in the sink and quickly followed Chase out the door.

Cameron smiled to herself. She got up, and flicked on the coffee machine again. How could she have got so caught up in her own thought? She cursed herself for getting so carried away. As she began to think of House again, she glanced over to his office. He wasn't playing with his yo-yo anymore. He had got up and was flicking through some records on his shelf. He looked more relaxed than usual. He had seemed more relaxed lately, but she didn't want to jinx it. She could be wrong. Sometimes he seemed more relaxed, when really he was in more pain. She could read him well, and new his tricks. Sometimes if he was in more pain than usual, he would come across as more relaxed so to not worry people. She knew him too well. Cameron sighed, and took out another mug for House.

House leaned back in his favourite cream chair and carefully lifted his bad leg on to the footstool. He groaned in pain as his leg lifted, but as it started to ease, and his leg relaxed, House sighed in relief. Relief of his on-going agony. The pain that wouldn't 

go away. He reached into his jacket pocket and took out his little orange pot, half filled with white Vicodin pills. He popped open the lid and shook two into his hand. He shuffled them around in his palm before knocking them down his throat, not giving them a second to dwell in his mouth. House sighed again, hoping for the Vicodin to kick in quickly and quietly. He replaced the headphones that were hanging around his neck and closed his eyes, feeling the music surround him. Music was his other drug. It hepled numb his pain, and it caused him to feel an ounce of pleasure in his gloomy world. He didn't hear Cameron come in. It startled him when she tapped him on the arm. He tried not to show his shock and calmy opened his eyes to find Cameron standing in front of him with a steaming mug.

"I just brought you some coffee." she said, in almost a whisper.

"I thought you were on clinic duty?!" shouted House, not realising that he was yelling at the top of his voice. Cameron smiled and carfully removed his headphones and placed them round his neck.

"No, I'm not working down there today." Cameron was always so calm. That was what House notcied the most about her. Sometimes she would loose her rag but she did so rarely that he couldn't recall the last time she did. In the most tense situations, she could remain perfectly calm and rational. House took that moment to let his eyes travel down her front. She had a perfect figure, and the soft light complimented her in so many ways. Her hair was gathered in an untidy mess on the top of her head, but it still made her look attractive. There wasn't anything that did. She always looked good. Cameron realised that he was looking at her, but tried not to be rattled by his stares, and tried to make light conversation. She loved it when it was just the two of them. He acted completley different. Like what they were doing was special, and only she got to see this side of him.

"How's your leg?" she asked, gesturing towards his right leg resting on the foot stool.

"Fine. No worse than usual."

"No it's not. I know you House." Cameron smiled "You've been acting more relaxed these few days which tends to mean you're in more pain that usual."

How did she know that? thought House. She never failed to suprise him, but that was what he liked about her. House just smiled. He couldn't hide it from her; she was Cameron. He couldn't hide anything from her.

"Well, yeah...I guess it has been hurting more."

House removed his headphones and placed them down, he picked up his right leg and carefully placed it back down on the floor, groaning in agony as he did so. He grabbed his cane that was hanging from the back of the chair and limped over to his desk.

He wanted to say something; start a conversation, but he had no idea of what to say.

"Thanks for the coffee." he said quietly. Why did she have this effect on him? He was a smart, witty doctor who always had the last word, yet when she was around him his brain would fuzz and tingle at the very sight of her.

"My pleasure." replied Cameron.

"So...did you do much at the weekend?" House sighed deeply and lowered his head, almost ashamed of his pathetic way to start a conversation. Cameron smiled, knowing that he wanted to talk, but couldn't. She played along with him, trying to make him feel more comfortable.

"Not really. Just sat around in my pyjamas watching crap TV!" laughed Cameron. 

House smiled back. "What about you?"

"Same..." he said with a grin. Cameron laughed. House looked up at her. Her eyes were sparkling and her smile lit up her face. He loved it when she laughed. Cameron's eyes met his. She held her breath as his stone blue eyes washed over her, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. God, he's sexy she thought as he broke the gaze, going back to the papers on his desk. She continued to eye him. He looked sexier than usual today. Maybe it was because his light blue shirt was open a little at the top, baring some ruffled brown hair. Or maybe it was the fact that the stubble on his stong, chissled jaw had grown a bit. Whatever it was, it was making her catch her breath with every look. House could feel her eyes on him, but he didn't want to look up at her, as he kind of liked it. If I don't do this now, I'll never know thought Cameron. She slowly started to move closer to House. He watched her out the corner of his eye, but didn't say a word.

"House..." she whispered as she got closer. She stood next to him and began to play with the edges of his shirt.

"What are you doing?" said House, turing to face her. He raised his eyebrows as Cameron's hands moved up his chest. She rested them gently on his neck, not thinking twice about what she was doing. She put a hand to his cheek and stroked his rough stubble, feeling it underneath her skin. House didn't move. He didn't pull away and didn't say a thing.

"Cameron..." started House, but he was silenced by Cameron's actions. Her hands moved to the back of his neck, pulling him towards her. She met his lips and just pecked at his lower lip. She moved to his cheek, letting her mouth linger close to him. House could feel her warm breath on his skin and he didn't want her to move away, but she did. She found his lips again, this time he started to kiss back. He started to help. Cameron could taste him, feel him like she had always wanted too. A tingling sensation started at her lips and moved all around her body, but she didn't pull back. House held her face with his hands as he let his lips do the work. It was over sooner than he wanted it to be. Cameron pulled away first. As she opened her eyes, House still had his firmly shut, not wanting the moment to be lost. She felt on fire. He was burning through her and the kiss had confimed all her feelings. House didn't know what to say.

"Cameron..." he said, still refusing to open his eyes. He felt that if he did, the kiss would be gone. Cameron's emotions were playing havack with her. She didn't know what to feel. She loved this man with all her heart, yet didn't know if he felt the same.

"Tell me you didn't feel that tingle?" she whispered. He did feel it. He felt it from the moment her lips touched his.

"I'm sorry Cameron." said House. He opened his eyes. He wanted her so badly, but she worked for him. Things would be too hard and he was so afriad of hurting her. If he did and she quit the job he would never forgive himself. "I can't."

Cameron felt his words pierce through her. Eyes pricked with tears she stepped away from House. House looked up at her face, filled with sadness and cursed himself for hurting her.

"Please don't cry." he said softly.

"I'm not...I'm not." said Cameron quickly, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "Erm, I think I'm going to go and see if Foreman and Chase need any help in the clinic." With 

that, she walked backwards towards the door, not taking her eyes away from his. She turned and walked out, anger, sadness, dissapointment and confusion rampaging through her body