A/N: Some dialouge is taken from the episodes Sleeping Dogs Lie written by Sara Hess. I do not own that episode in any way.

"We'd agreed to not say anything," Cameron continued. "We weren't sure what the reaction would be. I'm sure you would have been supportive, but House thought I would be labeled as a woman who slept her way to the top and he didn't want that."

"You stole my article," Cameron accused Foreman.

"I wouldn't do that," Foreman replied.

"I wrote up the case where we induced hypothermic cardiac arrest in the terminal cancer girl."

House entered the office.

"I wrote my own, I didn't steal yours," Foreman explained.

"You knew I was writing one, you gave me notes!"

"Got a case," House said, momentarily stopping the argument and holding up the medical chart. "It can wait, you two finish." House turned to Chase, "Five bucks says someone loses an eye."

Cameron snatches the file from House and begins reading through it.

"Fine. You're only putting off the inevitable. Twenty five year old female, hasn't slept for ten days."

"I assume the ER tried giving her some sedatives, we should up the dosage," Cameron suggested, rather irritated.

"Sedation isn't the same as sleep," Foreman told her.

"Thanks for your insight," Cameron said sarcastically. "For someone who hasn't slept in ten days, sedation is a great start."

"Sleep is an active process. Reboots the system, restores the brain, sedatives don't…"

The brain is being stressed," Cameron interrupted. "We need to relieve that." Turning towards House, she said, "You've had my article on your desk for the last four months!"

"I'm a very slow reader," House replied, shaking a sugar packet. "No fever, no white count, means no infection."

"Schizophrenia?" Chase suggested

"No delusions."

"You read his?" Cameron was shocked.

"I signed it, I didn't read it," House explained. "Aside from the sleeping pills, tox-screen was clean. No cocaine, methamphetamines, or diet pills."

"Any medications she'd had recently are steroids for poison ivy, and ibuprofen for a knee she hurt skiing."

"Nothing that would cause sleep disturbances. When did you get his article?"

"Ahh.. about three weeks ago. Let's go back to the beginning." House grabbed a model brain from the top shelf and puts it onto the table.

"How far back?" Chase asked.

"Genesis. God said, let there be light." House put two fingers at the front of the brain model.

"Sleep is initially controlled by external light cues," Foreman said.

"And if her brain can't interpret those cues…" Chase began.

"Optic-nerve disease," Cameron finished.

"I'm sensing another article," House said, pulling the brain in half.

"I'll go run the tests," Cameron said, walking away.

House exits the exam room and Cameron is waiting outside the door for him, blocking his way.

"Is this just one of your experiments?" Cameron asked. "You just wanted to see how I'd react to being screwed over by Foreman?"

"Nice idea, but no," House said, shutting the door and began walking towards the nurses' station. "This was just good old-fashioned laziness. I gotta hand it to Foreman though, he knew that you were a suck up and I don't give a crap. He successfully exploited us both."

"Right. We're both victims. A simple heads up, that's all I needed. You know, between your incredibly witty remarks about anal sex and Cuddy's breasts, you could have tipped me off."

"Then I'd have Foreman pissed at me. And as annoying as you can be, at least I know you're not going to pop a cap in my ass. Witty, huh?"

Cameron sighs and starts to walk away.

"You on the other hand, continue to be flabbergasted every time someone actually acts like a human being. Foreman did what he did because it worked out best that way for him. That's what everyone does."

"That is not the definition of being human. That's the definition of being an ass."

Cameron began to walk away, but House catches up to her in the elevator.

"Meet me for dinner tonight," House asked.

"Why should I?" Cameron retorted.

"So I can explain some things, away from inquiring eyes."

Cameron sighed, "Okay."

Cameron arrived at the bar right on time. House wasn't there yet, so she sat down in a booth. She didn't know what House had in mind, but was prepared for anything. Cameron was also mad at House. How could he just blow off my article? I worked really hard on that. And to not even read Foreman's. The more she thought about it, the angrier it made her.

House came in about five minutes later. He spotted Cameron in a booth and she already had a beer. The glass was about half-empty. That can't be a good sign. But he pushed own and sat down in the booth, putting his cane on the table.

"Something for you," the waitress asked.

"Johnny Walker Black," House ordered. The waitress left to put the order in at the bar.

"What do you want, House?" Cameron asked, clearly upset with him.

"Look, Allison," House started, noting she called him House. "I want to clear the air here."

"I think it's pretty clear. I get it. It was just a one night thing."

"It was not a one night thing."

"Okay, a few nights. I can take the way you act at work. We don't really want to be seen as a couple at work. But then you totally disregard all my hard work. I put a lot of effort into that article. You pretend to read it and just give them credit to Foreman. I just want to know why?"

"I did read it," House replied.

"Even better. You read it and still just rubber stamp Foreman's. You're such an ass."

The waitress brought House's drink order. She gave a faint smile in House's direction, thinking that his pick up wasn't going so well.

"I didn't rubber stamp it," House tried to explain. "I read your article and his. I signed off on his because it was better."

"What?" Cameron was outraged and shocked.

"Foreman did a better job in explaining what was done. His writing was crisp and too the point. You write too flowery for an article about this."

"Why didn't you let me know?" Cameron asked. "I could have done better."

"But Foreman did better, on time. I didn't make this decision out of spite or because we are sleeping together. I made it as head of the diagnostic department. Everything you do that is work related will be viewed by me, not as your boyfriend, but as your boss. I won't compromise that."

House sat back as Cameron thought. He watched as she processed what he had said to her. House put his hand over Cameron's. Cameron smiled at him.

"Next time, tell me," Cameron said. "It just seemed like you were being cruel."

"I'd never do that."

"Never?"

House didn't answer.

"So, I'm too flowery in my writing?" Cameron jokingly asked.

"Whether you want to believe it or not, yes," House replied. "But it's something that you can work on. I'm sure there will be plenty of cases to write articles on. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, but I feel a little stupid."

"Don't be, I didn't make things easier," House said, squeezing her hand. "Let's get out of here."

House put a fifty on the table and both them left the bar. House led Cameron to his motorcycle.

"I'm glad to see you're wearing a skirt," House told her.

"Why?"

"Let me show you something else I can do with a motorcycle. Hitch up your skirt."

House climbed onto his seat and Cameron sat behind him.

"Get ready," House warned Cameron and turned on the motorcycle. The roar of the engine gave way and Cameron could feel the vibrations of the seat on her pussy. She let out a surprise moan.

"You can't really feel it when you're in jeans, but with close contact, you can really feel the vibrations."

House revved the engine and began to drive back to his place. Cameron held onto House for deal life. She leaned heavily onto him. The vibrations were going right through her. Every stop, House would rev the engine and it would drive Cameron crazy. By the time they got to House's place, she was incredibly horny.

House got off the motorcycle, but had to help Cameron a little bit. Her legs were weak from the ride. Her panties were soaked. Once inside, Cameron became the aggressor. She practically pushed House onto the couch.

"You think you can tease me like that?" Cameron asked, seductively. "You think you can get me all worked up? I don't think so."

Cameron dropped her skirt and panties. House didn't have time to react before Cameron was kissing her. Cameron quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Before House could think, Cameron was on him.

Cameron worked herself up and down on House. She was lost in the pleasure. House's cock filled her and she learned that he was creative in how he moved inside her. But not tonight. Cameron didn't need anything but House's cock. House's face showed that Cameron was hurting him.

"I'm sorry, I forgot," she said.

Cameron stopped bouncing on House. Instead, she leaned down and lay on his chest and kissed him. Using her leg muscles, she was able to lift herself up and down on House's dick. When she tired, she would grind on him.

Grinding him gave a different pleasure. She would rub her clit on his skin and enjoy the rush. Each time, it would bring her closer to orgasm.

"Allison," House groaned.

"Greg!" Cameron screamed as she came. House followed soon after. As House came back from the orgasm, he was in pain. Cameron noticed it immediately.

"I'll get you a vicodin," Cameron went and brought two back with a glass of water. "I'm sorry; I don't know what came over me."

House down the two pills and rubbed his leg. "I definitely didn't expect that reaction. I'll remember the next time."

House and Cameron went to the bedroom and slept through the night.