This was only supposed to be a one shot, but I guess I kind of liked it. So there's at least one more chapter after this.


Cameron woke up the next day in an empty bed. She smiled as she yawned. The previous night had been much more than she expected and it was amazing.

She figured House was up and about, so she rolled out of bed and put on his discarded button-down from the night before.

"House?"

He wasn't in the kitchen, wasn't in the living room, wasn't in the bathroom. There wasn't a note. She looked around, confused, before her eyes fell on the kitchen clock.

"Shit."

She raced back into the bedroom and frantically started to redress. She couldn't find her panties, but she didn't have time to worry about it. She ran out of the apartment without so much as a look in the mirror.


"Not very professional to show up a hour late to work Dr. Cameron. And not very ladylike to do it wearing the same clothes you were yesterday."

Foreman chuckled under his breath, Chase looked horribly upset, and House just smirked at her.

"You show up late all the time for no reason. At least I have an excuse, and at least it was good."

"Oh, so you're saying he was good, are you?'

She had to fight down a laugh. The things this man would do for his own ego.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"As a matter of fact—"

"Excuse me, could we focus on the patient please?!" Chase interrupted. He was obviously exceedingly upset with where the situation had been headed.

"Oh, that Chase, always looking out for the patients."

"So what do we got?" Cameron asked, dropping into a seat next to Foreman and ignoring Chase's persistent stare.


"You what?!" Wilson almost spit out his sandwich.

House smiled slightly and twirled his cane as a response.

"You and Cameron? You—" he sputtered. "How?!"

"You remember how she kissed me to try to get blood from me?"

"Ah, you mean when you were pretending to have cancer to get high?"

"Yes then, back when I was a wretched, bitter old man. Well I informed her that if she wanted a semen sample, she better come back without the needle." He paused for dramatic affect. "She did."

"You—slept—with—Cameron?" Each word was its own sentence.

House threw out his best twenty-something male impression. "Well we didn't sleep much, if you know what I mean."

"But I mean how?"

"The three musketeers came to my apartment to inform me of what I already knew, that I didn't have cancer. I sent them away. A few minutes later, a certain someone returned. I assumed it was to lecture me on how I was a bad person. Apparently she had different ideas."

"Well, how was it?"

House scoffed. "Well my goodness. A gentleman does not kiss and tell."

"You already told," Wilson rolled his eyes.

"'How was it?'" he chuckled. "How the hell do you think? It was Allison Cameron for Christ's sake."

"What was the morning like?"

House smirked. "I left her in my bed, turned off the alarm she had set, and then mocked her when she came into work late in the same clothes she was wearing yesterday."

"Oh good choice. Very suave, charming really. Great decision. Very romantic."

"She seemed to think it was funny."

"So are you planning to do it again?"

"Did you not hear me say that it was Allison Cameron?" House stood to leave. "Of course I'm planning to do it again."

"I cannot believe…you really slept with Cameron?"

"She's quite the animal I'll tell you," he called back as the door closed behind him.


The day was remarkably normal. House sent a few extra jabs Cameron's way, he smirked at her a lot more, and Chase pined after her a bit more than usual, but other than that, it was just another day at the hospital.

The case was not as interesting as House had hoped, and after a diagnosis of manganese poisoning, the crew was ready to call it a day. Cameron took extra time packing up her things, waiting for House to make his move.

But he didn't.

He barely glanced at her, much less invited her home with him. She expected at least that. He wasn't going to ask her on a date; she knew from experience he was horrible on dates. But she expected him to take her home.

But he didn't.

He just gave her a nod and headed out. She stood alone in the parking lot and watched him drive away on his bike, not knowing what to do.

"Hi Cameron," an awkward voice pulled her to reality.

"What?" she turned around. "Oh. Hi Wilson."

He shifted on his feet. "So, how are you?"

She laughed lightly. "I guess he told you."

"He tells me most things."

"Right."

They stood in awkward silence. Wilson still shifted from foot to foot. Cameron just looked the way House's bike had gone.

"It wasn't a one-night stand," Wilson suddenly blurted out.

"Excuse me?"

"It wasn't a one-night stand," he repeated. "I mean, that doesn't make it a relationship or anything. He just said that he did plan to do it again. Oh God I'm sorry should I not be saying this? Too many years around Gregory House and I start just announcing inappropriate things."

"No, I'm glad to know."

He looked at her. "Right. Well, I better get home."

"Yeah."

He headed for his car but stopped and turned back. "He's not doing anything tonight. He's sitting at home and wondering if you have the guts to knock on his door again."

Cameron smiled. "Thanks Wilson."

He nodded. "Right."

She watched him leave and contemplated her options. She could go to House's apartment and show him she was brave enough. Or she could not go and show him she didn't need him.

She smiled to herself as she drove home.