Disclaimer: Wish I owned them, but alas I do not. -cries-

He couldn't believe his eyes. The sight in front of him just wasn't possible. It was too surreal and everything felt as if he were in a dream. Maybe it was the alcohol or the impossible blare of the music but it just didn't feel real. Allison Cameron. Half naked. Right in front of him. This was absolutely insane!

Foreman almost had to fight his way through the massive crowd of men, as well as a few burly women to the front of the stage. He happened to get to the front to find her straddling the pole, drenched in perspiration. Only in his deluded dreams had he ever seen her like this. At that exact moment, Cameron's eyes caught his. She smiled a coy smile that seemed reserved for only him and she seemed inviting.

He offered his hand up to her, his intentions solely just wanting to take her out of harms way, though his loins actually told a different story. Cameron shyly took his hand, much to the disappointment of the crowd she was entertaining. Once she hopped down though, Foreman could definitely tell she was heavily intoxicated. She just gave off the sickly aroma of beer and gin. She was also sweating profusely and leaning (almost desperately) into him.

Foreman patiently repeated himself a few times, asking Cameron if she was alright and all she seemed to be able to do was nod sleepily. He then figured home was probably the best place for her.

Both doctors slowly shuffled their way back to their table, intending to say goodnight to the merry medical crew. Everyone said their cordial good byes, except for Dr. House, who had to be the smart ass of the night.

"Aww...you party pooper! Don't bring everyone down, Cameron could be enjoyable entertainment in her state...At least for me and Jimmy here!", House giggled.

"Goodnight, stay safe", Wilson stated gruffly. His face was bright read with embarrassment.

Foreman shook his head in agitation. Only House could be such a dick. Even when intoxicated. He then turned away from the crew and directed a very toasted Cameron toward the exit of the club. She didn't object, she just followed numbly and sleepily. He felt it best that she was being compliant.

Finally getting out to the car lot, Foreman decided it was best to call a cab for the night. Though he had had only one or two sips of beer, Cameron stood completely hammered and he knew that it would be absolute chaos to let her out onto the road. Thinking unpractically, he let the comical image of a hammered Cameron getting into her car and chasing down pedestrians and fire hydrants half naked. It was hard to keep from cracking up.

It seemed to take forever for a cab to arrive and after twenty or so minutes, but low and behold Foreman finally spied the said vehicle in all its "Big Bird" colored glory. He gently shook Cameron awake and gestured toward the cab.

"I don't wanna go by myself", Cameron told him. It was all it took to say no until she gave puppy dog eyes. He sighed and complied with her request. Damn his manners.

"Do you have any keys to get in?", Foreman asked before giving the cabbie directions. Cameron nodded back limply. Slowly she picked up her clutch and clumsily went through it. Coming up empty handed, she tried the pockets of her jean skirt. Nothing. Next was the bra and afterwards she went to reaching up her skirt. That was the last straw.

"How about you come with me, kay?". Cameron nodded once more.

The ride to his home was fairly uneventful. Foreman sat, watching the cars pass by, and Cameron leaned against him, nearly sleeping. Finally tired of watching cars pass by, he focused his attention to the drunk beside him. She was a beautiful sight to behold, even when intoxicated. He was grateful that she was asleep though. He feared that she might question him on his ethics.

Once they had reached his apartment, he had no trouble getting Cameron inside. Setting her down onto his bed. He meandered off into the kitchen, finding himself a few beers and a half empty bottle of vodka, he went back into his room and settled in with Cameron on the bed. He quickly set out on downing his bottle and the beers that came with it, watching some well deserved t.v.

After an hour or so of Cops and half way through his last beer, Cameron seemed to come to. Of course he didn't know it until he jerked his head in her direction because of a nice fondle to his privates.

She seemed half way awake but not at all a bit sober. She gave him another firm squeeze and started caressing his neck with her lips.

"Stop, you're hammered okay. Come on, you really need-" She hopped on top of him eagerly, bucking a little to show her intentions.

"Cam! Allison Cameron, this isn't what you want and you know it! All this will do is make things difficult. And besides, I'm not who you want, House or Chase is! Come on Cam, this is me we're talking about, mean ol' analytical Eric Foreman! Granted, you are sexy and yes I do want you but I know you don't want me..", he babbled on. He then preceded to push her off of him.

Running into the hall, Foreman realized he might have been a little too harsh on her. He decided to go back and apologize. When he entered, she was already fast asleep. Damn what a night...