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At first he absolutely despised her. Allison Cameron just had this way about her that tended to make anyone that didn't know her cringe. She, you could say, was like candy. Good to have every once in a while but large doses tended to make any normal person sick to their stomach. She was just too damn nice for her own good. Too caring, too compassionate. It was her biggest fault. Dr. House has said this same thing on multiple occasions.

He actually had heard a lot about Dr. Cameron from Dr. House, himself. Yeah, he disliked the man in more ways than one, but his theories and stories were too good to pass up. He himself wanted to know what made the Immunologist Allison Cameron tick. And it seemed every day he understood her more and more with Dr. House's stories. Personal background, Late husband...everything. God she was a strong woman.

New found feelings then started to present themselves. Hatred, respect, jealousy, admiration...and lastly..Lust. He kept these feelings to himself mostly. He was confused. Eric Foreman was so confused..

Two Weeks Later

A day off. Finally! The past week had been absolute hell for everyone. They'd had a particular case that had almost resulted in the entire hospital getting the plague. What a lawsuit that would have been! He hadn't seen such panic since that meningitis scare almost a year ago. He shuddered. It was unbelievable torture. But finally it had come to an end and everyone had agreed to celebrate. He sighed.

'We're gonna need booze. Lots of booze', Foreman thought, finishing up on his attire. The next task at hand: Get as shit-faced as humanly possible. He'd be with the entire Diagnostics team tonight. This included Dr. Cameron. Yep, definitely gotta get shit-faced tonight.

'Hangovers. What a lovely name for a club. Not.' , Foreman thought to himself.

It had taken forever to find the place it seemed, though he knew it had taken only fifteen minutes or so. Once he located the notorious club, it was relatively easy to find a parking place in the lot. He supposed that even a complete stranger can take a disliking to the infamous Dr. Gregory House. Not one car occupied either side of Dr. House's Honda. He had no doubts what-so-ever.

He sat back in the driver's side, trying to waste time and compose himself. He could always go back home, say he wasn't feeling so well. He knew though that none of them would buy his story. Everyone knew that Eric Foreman rarely ever got sick in his life. And he really didn't feel like explaining himself to everyone. Oh well, it was time to face the music.

He took a cautious step out of his vehicle, still apprehensive about the forthcoming of tonight. Walking through the lot and into the door he noticed the was a fairly large crowd inside. This agitated him further. He hated big crowds with a passion but it were to become a distraction, he would welcome it.

Finding the merry crew was no problem for him at all, noting that the great diagnostician know as Gregory House was fairly blitz already, swinging his cane around and giggling like a little school boy. What shocked him the most was the presence of Cuddy, dressed like White Trash and drinking like it too. Nothing short of amazing, he mused. What a story this will become after tonight.

"For-r-re-man!!", House sang loudly, rocking back and forth on his chair.

"How's it going ol' buddy?!"

"House...You're blubbering like an idiot..", Wilson stated. All House could do was blow a kiss at him in return.

Foreman shook his head in amusement. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. He had also noticed that Cameron was not present. Seating himself next to Cuddy, he noticed the seating arrangement. Himself, Cuddy, Chase, Wilson, and House. The seat next to him stood vacant.

"Cameron arrived yet?", Foreman implored.

"Yeah, she was here long before any of us. Must definitely be getting her booze on.", Chase chuckled.

Foreman's heart dropped. Dammit, he knew he should have stayed home tonight. Too late now..

"Fantastic", Foreman muttered, slightly blushing. Images came to mind that he didn't even want to be there. He hoped that House was too intoxicated to see his dilemma, he didn't feel like being investigated tonight. Unfortunately, Cuddy being the closest, noticed. She put two and two together and nearly squealled in delight.

"Eric Foreman, you dirty bastard!", Cuddy laughed.

Slowly everyone started to understand what she meant. This drew chuckled from nearly the entire table.

"Hah! I knew it! I knew that you wanted to get into her pants from the first moment you laid eyes on her. Sorry to tell ya but the Canadian over here beat ya to it.", House exclaimed.

"I'm Australian!", Chase grumbled.

House shrugged in return.

"You're a bad liar too."

Before tempers flared too much out of control, hard techno started to blare out from the club's speakers and a few of the merry crew ordered more booze to soothe their thirst as well as tempers. Wilson a martini, Cuddy a Yoda, and House had his usual, scotch on the rocks. He himself had a beer.

The crew had calmed a bit and casual conversation started between Wilson and Chase, whilst Cuddy went off to dance and House was left to his own devices. It was then that House yelled out and Foreman's eyes followed the direction of his catcalls. Foreman then felt his jaw drop.

A crowd was gathering round the main stage of the club and there were catcalls and hollering galore directed to a half naked Cameron, going wild one of the stage's poles.