Cameron dully sorted House's mail.
"Children's Charity Ball, bin, Monster Truck Downtown Rally, desk, Diagnostics Convention in Florida, free food… nope, bin"
And so it went on for another few hours until one letter triggered some interest.
"Galileo Valley Hospital Arts Competition – Best Art Piece Drawn By a Doctor – First Prize, two tickets to the New Jersey Monster Dome for the biggest gathering of metal beasts in the northern hemisphere and three nights at the Hilton Plaza (free foodservice to the value for $1000)." She read it quietly, a smile creeping across her face. Quickly she jumped up, stuffing the letter into the pocket of her dress pants, snatched up some computer paper and a gray lead and headed for somewhere quiet.
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She walked down the bustling hall of the sixth floor, the long-term care ward. She knew of a room House used regularly where unless House was in there, no one else was. She also knew House was currently being hunted by Cuddy for Clinic duty and by Wilson for eating his Tuna and potato pie the day before so he should be busy.
Silently she slipped into the room 222B and took a seat near Alfred Herman, 82-year-old coma victim who had been declared brain dead a year ago but was still awaiting the okay from the family to have his plug pulled. She began drawing the man, he had that cute, little old man thing going on and she thought he would make a good subject. Cameron was a great artist, not that she would tell anyone here, but she guessed if she won some people would know about it. The thought made her smile.
She had been working for no longer than ten minutes, when the doorknob turned. Cameron looked up for a split second, seeing it was House, she went back to drawing. A few minutes past until he finally spoke.
"Hey, this coma guy is taken!"
"No one was in here the last time I checked…" She answered steadily, not looking up. She was laughing inwards, she could have some fun with this.
"You of all people should know room 222B is mine" He huffed.
"Hahahaha was that just a huff?" Now she looked up at him, and gave him a dark look.
"And what's that spose to mean…" She questioned.
"Oh please… no doubt you have pictures of me pinned up all over your house, study my every move…"
"Oh Greg… I do, every moment of my life I spend just watching you, wanting to be with you…" She thought sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"Oh please, don't flatter yourself… this guy" she gestured to the silent man beside her, "is still waiting for the clearance to have his plug pulled. He's been waiting for the past year because his family is too busy putting together a case against a certain doctor for insulting a 79-year-old woman and causing her mental stress…" she finished, smirking. She remembered every detail of that case, because as always she was left to deal with the raving-mad son who stalked her until the hospital had a restraining order put out on the man.
"Oh please, the old bat was already mental without my help," he said defensively, but keeping that smirk plastered on his face.
"Yeah…" She continued to think. "Everyone but you is a lunatic"She rolled her eyes.
"Anyways, back to the issue at hand… get the hell out of my coma guys room!" he ordered.
"Ahhh and this is where the fun begins…""Make me!" she challenged.
"Don't mind if I do" he replied. He lent his cane against the bed as Cameron sat her drawing on the table. Hobbling around behind her and began pushing her chair towards the door. She planted her feet and turned to look over her shoulder.
"Come on, you didn't think it would be that easy did you?" she laughed. He was so cute at this very moment, like a little kid determined to show he wasn't as weak as he looked.
He glared at her, walking in front and grasping her wrist quickly, grunting he threw all his weight into it. She gave a tiny snort and began trying to twist away but soon was up and heading for the door. She tried to twist and pull away from him more violently. Then a moment of truth hit her, she was doing exactly what he wanted her to do and a glint in his eye confirmed her worst fears. All of a sudden he let go and the rest was like slow motion. She sailed backwards for what seemed like an eternity until she felt herself slamming into the wall and the wind gushing from her very lungs. She lay there, coughing and spluttering in a crumpled heap, trying to regain oxygen. She then hears the sound of House coming and extending his hand. She was about to take it, as a sign of a truce when she heard the smugness in his voice.
"That wasn't very nice… what did the wall ever do…"
She pulled down on the hand, twisting a leg around his and he came crashing down to the ground. She saw him wincing in pain and take three pills. Just as he was putting his pills away she grabbed him by the good ankle and started dragging him to the door.
She saw him watching her like a fish out of water, that look so many guys in nightclubs and bars had done before him. She simply winked and smiled, hoping he'd stay out of it until she reached the door. But no, he sat up and gripped her wrists tight and she found her self falling, straight on top of him.
She lay there stunned for a moment, nose inches away from his, eyes locked into the light blue pools and his warm breath washing over her face. She felt the adrenalin building up and pounding inside her head. Suddenly House pulled her face close to his, locking her lips. She felt his hands slide from her cheeks, down her shoulders until they were firmly around her waist and then slid them just below the waistband of her pants, underneath the lab coat. She gently ran her hands through his hair, her heart pounding a hundred miles per hour. They stayed there, in that tight embrace for what seemed like forever until the door swung open.
"Ahha! I though I'd find you… what the hell is going on here!"
House's POVHe could feel her on every inch of his body, her sweet sugary breath on his face and her usually calm, but at that moment, startled green eyes. He knew she was thinking about it, he could feel her breathing quicken but no doubt she was thinking too much about it. He grabbed her, kissing her roughly before he could clearly process what he was putting himself into. For the next few moments they were one… until he heard the door open, and that annoying voice that would know doubt haunt and make the rest of his life hell sailed into his thoughts.