A/N:

I want to give a HUGE thank you to all who read and reviewed this! 16 reviews so far… That's a lot for one chapter! Please continue!

I would like to thank AllisonCammie for becoming my beta, just starting next chapter, because she is currently at Disney World. So you will have to live with my mistakes for a little bit longer…

So without further adieu, here's chapter 2! (Hey, that rhymes!)

"What?" Cameron asked, perhaps she heard wrong.

"Do I have to say it again?"

"You miss me." He nodded. "I've missed you too." She paused. "Do you want to go get a drink after my shift ends?"

"Sure, my place, 'kay?" He suggested; amazed at his ability to not say something dripped in sarcasm. Hopefully, she knew he was trying to be sincere.

"Umm, sure." She turned to leave, but stopped and turned around a few steps ahead. "Try to use more sarcasm next time; I thought I was talking' to someone else." She giggled.

For a split second, she might have seen a microscopic upward curve of his lip. But for now she had some personal business to attend to.

"Robbie, do you have a minute?" Cameron asked, as her boyfriend scrubbed up.

"Yea, I have House's patient prepped to go into surgery." Chase explained.

"What kind of surgery?" Cameron questioned, just to buy time.

"Exploratory, actually it should be fun…" He said, not sure if he was being sarcastic or not.

"What are you looking for?" Avoiding the subject.

"I'm not even sure. The patient is deteriorating and House doesn't even know what's wrong with the guy." He explained.

"I'm sure you'll find whatever's wrong with him." Cameron said, but detached.

"What's wrong, Allie?" Chase asked concerned.

"Chase, there's no easy way to say this, but-" She started.

"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?" He guessed.

"Yes." She stated, coldly.

Chase nodded. "Somehow I knew your heart wasn't always here, with me. If that makes any sense…"

"I know what you mean." Cameron held back tears. It was like telling patients they are going to die sooner, rather than later. Even though it doesn't hurt you directly, you feel their pain. Cameron was, gradually, improving on this skill, but some moments were tough.

With that she walked away, without saying goodbye or looking back. But, Cameron felt lighter and looked forward to tonight.

Later that day, around a quarter after seven, Cameron was rummaging though her wardrobe, trying to find something appropriate to wear.

Nothing too fancy and nothing she would wear around the house when nobody important was near.

She realized right after House left the ER, that they never set a time. Cameron called House's flat twice, both times she received House's annoying answering machine.

Naturally, she decided he wasn't home (or didn't care) and chose to drop by around eight.

xXx Meanwhile… xXx

House sat comfortably on his black leather couch searching his TiVo, finally deciding on an episode of Spongebob Squarepants.

During said episode, Spongebob was jelly-fishing and House's phone rang. Even though he had absolutely nothing lose, he chose to let the machine get it. His motto was if it was significant in any way, the caller would leave a message.

This happened once more and no such message was made.

xXx Cameron's Apartment xXx

After about twenty minutes of tossing random articles of clothing and shoving things in drawers to the side, she finally decided on low rider jeans and a spandex white tee.

Then, the immunologist showered and straightened her newly blond hair, just to get rid of any frizz. Dressed herself and applied basic make-up, trying not to look too dolled up.

At nearly eight o'clock, she left her small apartment and into the frigid temperatures of late December in Princeton, New Jersey.

At a couple of minutes after eight or two Spongebob Squarepants episodes later, House started to wonder if she was gong to show.

If there was anything he learned during her fellowship, Cameron was punctual.

Different conspiracies started to form in his head, such as a car accident, the wombat, or something as simple as she was just a no-show.

"Nah, not Cameron." He thought.

Nearly four minutes into his next show, House heard someone knocking at the door.

As he went to let in the person at the door, he hoped it was Cameron, and not Wilson or Cuddy… Or even worse: one of his new fellows.

A sigh of relief was quietly exemplified.

"Hey!" Cameron greeted, with a smile, as she walked into the condo.

"Hey." He responded.

Walking deeper in the residence, she spoke, "I, uh…"

"Yeah, I don't know what we're supposed to say or do at this thing." His eyes distracted by the young woman in his residence.

"Well, first of all, I'm pretty sure this is a date." She smiled, and sat down on the worn couch. House soon followed.

"Yea, this is probably the definition of a date, unless they changed the definition in, like, the last thirty seconds. But the definition I know consists of drinks, food, entertainment…" He trailed off. "Which, by the way, I haven't eaten dinner, yet."

"So are we going out to eat?" Cameron asked innocently.

"Whoever said you were getting any food?" He stared in her eyes.

"Oh, I just thought-"

"Relax; I can make Italian, Chinese or pizza. Pizza's my specialty; it's on the first speed dial." He stated, almost every word dripped with sarcasm.

"Pizza sounds good." Cameron stated, absently.

"Shot not!" House exclaimed.

"I don't know what that means." Cameron simply said.

"Ugh, you ruined it. Cam, you have to call the pizza place, and not me." House turned the volume of the TV down, for Squidward started yelling at Spongebob.

She turned to him. "Why me?" She asked, perplexed.

"I don't know if you know, but I have a bum leg." House informed.

"Over three years of knowing you, I think I'vie noticed the cane and leg." Cameron paused. "But I think it's sexy." She admitted.

Ever so slightly, barely noticeable, he blushed. Nobody he could think of, including Stacy, thought his crippling was sexy, in the least. But she did… Maybe, for him, she was different and did't want to change him, like the rest of universe. Maybe, he was wrong about her.

As his usual self, "As complementing as that is, you're still calling the pizzeria."

"I wouldn't expect any different. Where's your phone?"

A/N:

I hope all Bones watchers caught on to the reference! ("I don't know what that means." -Pilot)

Please review! Otherwise, I have no idea if you like it, you hate it, or you just want it to stop…