Once again, thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I love hearing what you all think and hope this chapter goes down as well as the last one.

One thing I should mention at this point. You've probably noticed that this story is set at the end of series three. I haven't actually seen any of series four and, although I know House has new fellows, I don't know who they are or how to write their actions realistically. For this reason, I have not written about them in the story so I don't get their characters wrong.

Thanks again. Enjoy!

Excuses.

Chapter 2.

"House!"

Cameron hurried down the corridor to catch up with the doctor striding ahead of her. Even though he walked with a cane, Cameron had to jog slightly to keep up with him.

"House I need you." She said, resting her hand on his arm to stop his movement.

Shrugging her hand off his arm, House stared down at her.

"I know you do but we've discussed this. You're too young, you're too nice, you're emotionally screwed up and I'm… well, I don't want to go into that. I'm sure if you talked to Cuddy she could fill in the gap."

"I need your help on a medical matter." Cameron emphasised as she held the file she had in her hand up for him to see.

"Sure, you say that now, after I've shot you down again. I'm not interested." House said, ignoring the file and turning to go.

"Male, 49, came into the clinic 6 hours ago with a burning sensation in his hands and then developed severe chest pains. ER did all the usual tests. Nothing." Cameron called down the hall after his retreating back.

House stopped in his tracks and turned. Cameron smiled inwardly, knowing she'd got his attention now.

"Gave another guy a heart attack, Cameron? You have to stop preying on older men. Their hearts can't take it." House said as he walked back down the hall towards her and snatched the file from her hands.

"Are you basing this theory on personal experience, House?"

Receiving no reply but an intense stare, Cameron continued, "Anyway, if you think you can't handle it..." she stepped close to him and took the file back, her hand making contact with his for a little longer than was strictly necessary. Turning on her heel she began to walk back down the corridor, towards the elevator.

"Cameron." House called after her, causing her to stop and face him again. Leaning heavily on his cane, House limped towards her.

"Did I say I couldn't handle it?" His eyes bore into hers and his warm breath lightly danced across her cheek as he bent forwards.

Cameron's heart started beating faster and her breathing accelerated as House invaded her personal space. Her brain ground to a halt and she knew that whatever he asked her to do in that moment, she would do it. Sensing these physiological changes in her being, House smiled in triumph and pulled the file from her loosened grip.

"Gimme." He opened the file and began to walk towards his office, leaving Cameron rooted to the spot with limited brain function. Noticing that she hadn't moved House looked over his shoulder.

"Come on then." He called back to her.

Shaking herself Cameron followed him into the conference room. Looking around at the largely unchanged room the familiarity of the place filled her body with warmth. Noticing the absence of House's new fellows she asked him where they were.

"Downstairs. Doing tests on another case. That's why you're here- you're going to help on this one. Why else would you be here? I don't know if you've noticed but you don't work in this office any more. Sit down."

Grabbing his black marker he spun the whiteboard around to the blank side which did not bear the symptoms of his other case and began to write Ryan Sherman's details. Cameron settled herself at the conference table and watched him copy the symptoms from her notes.

As she watched him her mind returned to the pressing problem of which man to choose. Her body's uncontrolled reaction when House had stood close to her confirmed her strong attraction to him.

What was wrong with her?

He had only stood near her. He hadn't even touched her. She had never responded that way when Chase stood next to her. She couldn't fool herself into thinking that she felt the same chemistry with Chase that existed so naturally, so effortlessly, between her and House. Chase was a great guy but he just wasn't House.

After he had finished he threw the file onto the table and surveyed the paltry list of symptoms.

"Got an exercise echo booked? It could tell us if the source of the problem is his heart."

Cameron pulled her mind out of her personal problem and forced it to concentrate on the case.

"He's scheduled in an hour." She replied.

"No. An hour's too long. Come on Cameron. Did you ever wait in line when you worked with me? You're supposed to learn from your fellowship so just do what you did with me. Go down and do it now. Nobody's going to stop a test half way through just because it's their turn."

"Fine. And if it's negative?"

"Come back and see me. Same goes if there are any new symptoms."

Cameron nodded and, recognising her cue to leave, got up from the table and started walking towards the door.

"Cameron?"

"Yes?" She faced House, who was standing next to the board studying her closely.

"Chase didn't drive you into work today. You get into an argument about who has prettier hair?"

"I didn't know you noticed my transportation habits."

With that Cameron walked out of the conference room, leaving House staring after her.