House gently snored, as Cameron breathed heavily out of her nose. They slept. Shoulder to shoulder, head's leaning against one another. Dreams take over there mind. Calmly, she moves, waking from forty winks of sleep. Gently she grabs House's head, moving off the couch, she lay's his head where her body was just claimed in the leather. Noiselessly, she cleans up, grabbing her purse and phone. She headed to the airport. After an awkward coffee with her husband, she watched him leave on flight #446.
She picked up the carrier and baby stuff, heading outside, she grabbed a cab; heading back to House's. When they arrived at the house, he was awake, sitting his piano. The chords A | A | C#m | C#m | A | A | C#m | C#m |, flowed off his keys like the summer breeze.
"Thanks for waking me." House welcomed her back, with sarcasm.
"Sorry, you looked peaceful. I didn't want to wake you."
"You just didn't want me to meet soon-to-be ex Cameron."
Allison rolled her eyes. "Right."
House stopped playing and looked at her. "Wait, what's your new name. It can't be Cameron if your married."
"Stultz."
"Allison Stultz." He gave his best pondering expression. "I don't like it."
"Of course not." She mumbled.
His fingers found the keys again. A | A | C#m | C#m | A | A | C#m | C#m | A | A | C#m | C#m | A | A |. He looked up at her, continuing. E | E | G#m | G#m | E | E | G#m | G#m | A | A | A |. He smiled down white and black rectangles below his fingers. C#m B E | E | A | B | C#m B E | E | A | B |.
She picked up the sleeping boy from the car carrier, walking to House. "I love that song."
House scooted over on his piano bench, she sat beside him. "So this is the little slobber monster."
Cameron silently chuckled at his remark. "Yeah, this is Alex."
The baby opened his bright eyes, stretching his little arms into the air. He sat up on his moms lap, smacking his hands down on the keys in front of him. Alex immediately started crying at the loud sound ringing in his sensitive ears. Cameron began bouncing him while rubbing his back, it didn't help. House rolled his eyes, and held out his arms.
"Here... let me see."
Cameron gave him a bewildered expression and handed her son over. The boy looked up at House with his mother's eyes, House turned the boy around, so his small back was against House's stomach. House began playing a soft melody. The boys bright eyes grew big in excitement. Allison sat back and watched quietly at the beautiful and bizarre sight unraveling in front of her. Alex slapped his tiny hands back down at the piano, in between House's large hands, he stopped playing.
"Or you can do that." House put his hands on the boys hips, holding him. He looked at the happiness written over her face.
"He likes you." Cameron beamed.
House furrowed his brows. "What makes you say that?"
The sound of random keys being hit, muffled their words.
"He hates men, and I mean hates men! He doesn't let men usually hold him. It took Ryan over a month where he was able to hold Alex, without him going bizerk."
"What can I say, I'm the best." House shot her a smug smirk.
"Yeah." She smiled down at her son, who was happily playing the piano out of tune.
House moved the tiny hands from his piano. He placed on finger on it, playing a key three times. House grabbed Alex's right hand, his index finger sticking out. He made the boy play the same note. House moved his finger and played another key twice. The boy copied, with the key next to House.
"Smart kid." House proclaimed, as he continued to play.
"Sure is." Cameron watched, as her son yawned and laid back against her former boss. "Let me put him down, do you mind if I put him in your room."
"Go ahead."
After changing, feeding and putting Alex down for a morning nap. Cameron came back out. House was sitting on the couch, with the tv turned down low.
"That was fast." He looked at her from over the top of the couch.
"He was exhausted." She sat down next to him. "That was great the way you were with him."
House shrugged, avoiding eye contact. "It was nothing."
"It was great." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hungry?" She stood up, heading to the kitchen.
House looked at the television, nothing good on, he pushed the power button. Leaving the tv screen black, he followed her into his kitchen.
"What do you want?" She asked, looking in the fridge.
"Why'd you leave Jersey. Was it because of Chase or me?"
She hung her head with a sigh, she turned around and look at him. The sound of the fridge closing almost made her jump. "Honestly?"
He nodded. "I need to know."
"Both of you. Chase and I never belonged together. I was never in love with him. I loved him, but not the way a wife should've loved her husband. We both deserved better. And you- I had to know I could move on without you."
"And apparently you did it."
"Oh, yeah. So well, that I sleep with you the first dang night I'm here."
"I have mythical powers." House laughed.
"Okay, Obi-Wan."
"So, was it what you expected?"
"What?"
"Sex." He responded. "...With me." He clarified. "I know you must've pictured it a thousand times."
"And you haven't?"
"Never said that. So?"
"Better than I imagined." She blushed.
He walked to her, raw passion growing in his eyes. He pushed his body against her, her back now against the fridge, his hands planted on the coo white fridge near her head. "It was amazing." He whispered into her ear. "Don't you think?"
Her breath hitched, as the feel of his breath sent tingles through her body.
"Ally answer me."
'He used her first name, why'd he have to do that?' She asked her self. "Yes." She murmured.
"Tell me you don't want it again, tell me that you don't need to feel my touch against your heated skin." His ordered her gently in a raspy voice.
He was driving her up the wall, her eyes closed slowly. "Don't House."
"That's not telling me Cam." He looked at her, shut lids was all he saw. "Open your eyes and tell me you don't want me." He whispered against her lips.
It was silent for minutes, he got his answer. His lips hit her's like electricity. After long heated kisses, she pushes him away. Breathlessly.
"We can't." Was the only word's that were to come out.
He took her hand. "Tell me you don't want me, and I'll leave it alone."
She looked at him. "I can't." She walked out of the kitchen.
He watched her walk out, he touched his lips, still feeling the spark of their kiss. He limped to the bathroom where he found her, with the door wide open.
"Oh Cameron, the bathroom again?" He smiled from outside the doorway.
She tried closing the door in his face, but he stopped it with his foot. "House, move your foot."
"Not till you talk to me."
"Since when does Greg House, talk?"
"Since I became Brock Green."
She rolled her eyes. "House, I can't do this with you."
"Why not? It wasn't long ago, that you were in love with me."
"I know, but I don't want to talk about it."
"Tell me."
"I'll make you a deal."
This had House, intrigued.
"I'll tell you whatever you want to know, if you tell me about how your doing. How your really doing, how your dealing since Wilson died. Deal?"
He stood there, silent.
"Guess not." She tries to close the door
House puts his hand against the bathroom door, his eyes met her's. "Deal."
"What?" She never thought he'd expect her challenge, in fact, she thought he'd walk away from it. Literally.
"Deal." He repeated.
Moment's later they were both silently sitting on his couch.
House spoke first. "How bout a question for a question. I ask, you answer and then you go."
"Fine." She answered 'This is a bad idea.' She thought.
"I guess I'll go first." He took a breath. "Are you happy? Remember you have to be honest."
"I could be better."
'Half-ass answer.' Thought, House. "Okay your turn."
"Was Wilson in pain his final days?"
"Yes." House held back the pain in his chest. "Are you glad you left Princeton?"
"Part of me is, the other part, isn't. Okay, Were you there when..."
"Yes. Were you glad to leave... me?"
"No. Honestly, it hurt. Have you tried hurting yourself since he left?"
He was taken aback by the question. He hung his head. "Maybe this was a bad idea." He tried getting up, but Cameron put her hand over his.
"You wanted this, let's finish it."
"Fine, yes! you happy?"
"Why would I be happy that you harmed yourself?"
"It that your question?" He lifted his eyebrow.
"Was that yours?" She gave him the same expression, right back.
He sighed heavily. "It's still your turn."
"I stick with my question."
"I don't know, I just think you'd be better off if I was dead."
She wanted to slap him. Slap him hard. She wanted to hit him, and cry. But she held back. "House, that's the last thing I want."
"My question."
She nodded.
"Are you in love with husband? I mean really, not because he's your husband, but because you can't live without him. That kind of mushy love."
"No." She hung her head, disgusted with herself. "Did you ever think you could love me?"
He hesitated. "Perhaps."
"Perhaps isn't an answer."
"Sure it is." He saw she wasn't going to budge. "Yes. Are you going to leave your husband?"
"I still don't know. I wish I knew. Okay, Happy, are you happy... here? Alone, in this city?"
"This city is great, but no. Do you-" He sighed.
"Do I what?" She gave his hand a squeeze.
House looked down at his her hand with his. "Love me?"
To Be Continued...
