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Kind of a nervousness to post a story on here for the first time ever, but I appreciate the feedback. I figure this story will be about three chapters long and I have a new appreciation for all you great writers out there. This is not easy and there are so many of you who are so great at it.
Here is the story
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Allison Cameron had it. That nervousness, that tingly feeling you get in your gut when you can't stop thinking about something. She definitely had it, and she definitely hadn't stopped thinking about it. How could she? She had kissed Greg House for goodness sakes.
It hadn't been her plan to kiss him, it just sort of happened that way. Her intention was to give him the resignation letter, let him yell at her for being ridiculous about the whole thing, and since he thought everything was no big deal, beg him to let her draw some blood from some tests. In no part of that plan was anything about a kiss mentioned, but things never seem to go as planned when it comes to House. He hadn't yelled at her for being ridiculous, instead he seemed genuine and soft. The words he had spoken were different, but what she had heard was, "I don't want you to go." So she did it. She kissed him in front of God and everybody and he had kissed her back. When that shock wore off she remembered why she had come and went after the needle, stupid, stupid needle. Well, maybe stupid, stupid Cameron.
The kiss seemed to be over as quick as it had begun and then the yelling came. This wasn't the movies after all. They weren't going to stare confused into each other's eyes, and then fiddle around for their words until one of them found an excuse to leave. She actually preferred that is hadn't happened that way because that would have left an awkwardness between them. The way it ended it had seemed like the kiss was in her plans all along and nobody needed to know differently, especially House.
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"House I've got a patient for you."
He had barely made his way through the door of PPTH before Cuddy had started after him. House stopped in his tracks and turned to face her with a questioningly look on his face.
"Do you sit at your office window and just count the seconds until you see me pull up?" House asked.
Cuddy knew that it was nearly impossible to have a real conversation with the man and playing along with his ruses seemed to get her places faster than actually trying to act like his boss.
"As a matter of fact I do," she said back in a sweet tone with a smile on her face. "It takes me to my happy place."
"Good to know I've still got it," House smirked back seductively. "How nice of this person to hold off on getting sick until I was finished with my other patient, funny how that happens."
"The world works hard to please you House, here is the file, have fun." Cuddy handed him the file and swiftly turned to walk away, with any luck she would be out of sight before House looked at the file.
"NO WAY!"
Darn, no such luck. Any other time she would have had time to walk to another state before House got one of his fellows to read him that file, but luckily Cuddy knew just the way to handle House, she ignored him and just kept walking.
"There is no way that I am treating a Reverend, Cuddy," House yelled after her. He didn't care if the man was an eight legged freak with every symptom know to man, there was no way this was happening.
House made his way up to his office and headed straight for the coffee maker. Chase and Cameron were sitting around the table with files in hand.
"So with these symptoms he is presenting I'm thinking it might be…" Chase started off confidently, but was cut off before he could go any further.
"Don't care," House shrugged while pouring the coffee.
"You don't care about the symptoms?" Chase asked confused. House had some weird methods sometimes, but this was definitely new.
"Nope," House replied nonchalantly.
"Well, why not?" Chase asked.
"Because I don't have a patient," House said. "And it is kind of hard to do a differential of symptoms that don't exist on a patient who doesn't exist."
"But Cuddy came in here half an hour ago with these case files…," again House cut him off.
"She changed her mind," House shrugged. "You know women, can't live with them, can't kill them and get away with it." He managed to say that last line while giving Cameron a knowing look.
"No, she didn't change her mind," Foreman came in the room saying like he was tattling on his brother. "I just met her in the hallway. This is our new patient House, get over it."
"No, I will not get over it," House mocked back. "This is your guys' patient. I don't have time to waste on someone who is going to fight me tooth and nail over everything because that is what God intended."
The three fellows gathered their stuff and began to head out the door. House could play games if he wanted, but they had a patient to take care of. Cameron was the last to try and make her way out the door, but stopped short when she heard House's voice.
"Cameron, we need to talk."
Words couldn't describe how she was feeling, she was quite certain that those words hadn't been invented yet. There was little doubt what this conversation was going to be about. Nevertheless she followed him into his connecting office bravely.
House limped over and sat on his desk, popped a couple of vicodin and prepared himself for what was about to happen. He looked anywhere but at Cameron, no sense in putting it off any longer.
"I kissed you back," he said flatly without meaning, just like it was a fact that everyone was suppose to know.
Cameron didn't know what to say and she wasn't sure she knew where this conversation was going. Her only response was to shove her hands in the pockets of her lab coat and stare at House with a mix of concern and confusion. A look she had no doubt perfected by now.
House continued on, "you're fired." Like he had said there was no point in beating around the bush about things, it was pointless.
"What! I'm fired because I kissed you? House, you have done things a million times worse than that!" Cameron was yelling, well about as loud as a mouse could yell. She was animated, she was confused, and if this was supposed to be a joke she wasn't finding it very funny.
"Well it is a good thing you aren't my boss then, but I am your boss and you are fired." He was looking at her now, not angrily but definitely wide eyed. She needed to know that he was serious and this wasn't something that she could talk her way out of.
"So what, when things get just a tad bit tough, you just run away from the problem?" Cameron was fighting for her job, for her life really.
"Um, yeah," House said simply and with a jerk of the eyebrows. "Look Cameron you quit to take care of your issues, so I'm firing you to take care of mine. It all makes perfect sense to me."
"You don't think there would be any benefit to talking about any of this? Maybe find out why you kissed me back, why I kissed you in the first place?" She had moved closer to him now, her eyes were searching him for answers. They weren't finding much of anything.
"There is nothing to talk about; you're fired that's it," he said it bluntly.
House was dealing with this issue the same way he dealt with everything else. Just get it over with and move on. There was no sense in having the complication of Cameron in his life. Nothing was ever going to happen between them and he didn't want to deal with every glance, every touch, and every word between them like it was suppose to mean something. He was tired of it already.
"Fine," Cameron said.
She turned on her heels and walked out. House's eyes followed after her, but his body never made an attempt to move. This was the way he needed it to be.
