PART 2

Time: 8:05 pm 23rd December

House: Drink Count- 3 Scotches, 4 Vicodin

Cameron: Drink Count- 2 Scotches

'You can't deny it.' House was still at his desk, holding his scotch mug in his hands. There was drops of scotch on the table, from the rapid pouring of the drinks.

'Deny what?' Cameron cocked one of her eyebrows, saying non verbally 'What the hell are you on about.'

'That you like me.' House retorted, the beginnings of a smirk appearing on his face.

'Who said I was going to deny it?' Cameron blurted out defensively. Her arms migrated to her chest, folding them in front of her to protect herself.

'No one, it's just in your nature.' Why is he always right? She thought.

'Huh?' Cameron decided to go with the What the hell are you on about approach.

'You're nice. However, you don't pass off personal information easily, yet you wear your emotions so everyone can see. You're a contradiction. So naturally, you'd deny something about yourself just because its true.'

House finished his spiel, and put his left leg on the desk, and pulled his right one up. His pose indicated that he knew he was right, and she knew he was right, and that he wasn't going to back down easily.

'You are so weird when you're drunk, and that doesn't make much sense.'

You idiot! She chastised herself. It makes perfect bloody sense.

'But I'm right aren't I?'

'Does it matter?'

Of course it mattered. It was House that was asking.

'Yes.'

'To you. You only care whether the answer proves you right, regardless of what it is, regardless of how it effects others, how it causes them to feel.'

She took a breath, hating herself for what she was about to say.

'But… you are right.'

They both felt the awkward silence that filled the room.

Cameron suddenly heard a knock at the door, she jumped a mile.

'You're being missed, both of you.' Wilson announced, his head being the only thing which crossed the threshold.

'First of all I was never there, so I can't be missed. Secondly, I'm never there so I can never be missed.'

'Right. Anyway, Dr Cameron- you are being missed.'

Cameron took a wild stab at who was missing her, and she feigned a smile and replied to Wilson.

'Yeah, okay, I'll be down soon.'

'Fine. But if you're not…' Wilson mimed a throat being cut, and walked away down the hall.

'You really suck at lying don't you?'

'Yep. But I'm still not going back.'

'You know if you don't go back, the whole hospital is going to be talking about it for a week.'

'Eh. Some day's I couldn't care less.'

'But a hangover and a ruined reputation aren't the best things to go together.'

'Don't worry, my reputation has been ruined a lot more than this.'

House looked at her.

'Like I'm going to tell you anyway.'

He kept staring at her.

'Alright! I'll tell you. College, senior year. Varsity Volleyball team. I had the meanest serve of everyone on the

team, so I was always put in the position that would serve last, so we could hopefully win the game. But, that's beside the point. '

She took a breath, wondering how she was going to word one of the worst times she had in college.

'Anyways. There was this guy, who played for the opposition's male varsity Volleyball team. A party happened the

night before the big game, I got drunk, he tried to lure me.. well yeah, and then he took pictures of me trashed to

use as ammunition. My coach got the photos next morning, I was banned from the match, and we lost the game.

My school hated me so much.'

'No so innocent are you Cameron?' House asked.

'Who said I was innocent?'

A smile appeared on her face, and it was obvious that House was disconcerted by it.

He wasn't used to this side of Allison Cameron.