Chapter 4: Attraction
Disclaimer: Okay. From the past chapters... we do not own HOUSE md. However, we do own a House. Chase's house in fact. And kimmerrz will go… FANTASIES ARE BEST KEPT PRIVATE. *CSI reference :) * & on with the 57012`/
House P.O.V
I limped into my office with Thirteen right behind me. My mind was slightly clouded. Damn! Did I seriously like her? Damn. I haven't felt this way since I met Stacy and… well, we all know how that ended. I sighed. I turned around. She had settled herself on one of my chairs and folded her arms on top of the table, patiently waiting for me to say something.
"Uhm. What exactly did you call me in here for?" Thirteen looked up at me.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
"I, uhm, just wanted to know if you and Foreman are still dating." I tried to maintain as calm as I could.
"Why does that even matter?" she asked.
"It MATTERS when my team isn't complete because two of my employees had a love fight and Cuddy's sending people to babysit me." I ended lamely.
"OH, RIGHT!" She scoffed. "Cameron and Chase, and Wilson! Such EXCELLENT choices! Wilson is your best friend, Chase and Cameron…" She trailed off and narrowed her eyes. "What is your actual motive in getting me here in your office? I don't think it's because of your 'admin' problem." She leant on the table.
Damn it. Now what?
"What do you think I called you're here for?" I leant in too. Now her face was inches from mine. I could feel her warm breath on my face. She was so close.
She blinked and smiled. "Do you normally get your female employees in your office to make out with them?"
"Actually, most females would just beg to make out with me." I bravely said.
Damn it. She pulled her head back.
"I guess, I'm not most females." Thirteen stood up, straightened her coat and turned to leave.
"Are you free tonight?" I asked.
"Depends whether our patient will be cured by then." She said.
"Come on, just dinner. Cameron and Chase can camp over. I'm sure they'd love to. Besides, patient or not, you still have to eat." I grumbled.
"I think I can do dinner since now, without Foreman." Her eyes narrowed darkly.
"I'll see you later. Here." She turned and walked out.
That went well. I think. At least now I'm on a date with her. Sort of. Shit. What's wrong with me? I've been in love before as well as a date. What's so had and nerve-racking about it?
I guess it's different. She made all the difference.
A/N: You know, I should really let Kimmerrz write a whole chapter by herself. I'm like the here-I'm-stuck-finish-it-up-for-me person. Yay. H13. Hotness. Can't wait for the date hmm? I have math now. Mental note to return story to Kimberly and force her to write a chapter by herself. Collabs are so cool.