Chapter 3: Confrontation

The next morning, the normal chatter of the hospital was lowered to hushed whispers as Cameron walked into work. She caught several people shooting dirty looks at her, including nurses.

"Foreman," She hisses at him, chatting with a smiling nurse. "I need to talk to you- now."

"Er- hang on, Emily," he tells the nurse. "This will only take a minute."

"Hey, Emily!" Cameron beams at her. Emily glowers at her, before she strides off.

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" He asks, looking concerned.

"People have been giving me dirty looks ever since I walked in."

"Really? I, ahem, didn't expect that." His pitch is slightly too high, too shocked.

"Foreman," she warns him. "Tell me what's going on before I break every bone in your body."

"Well," he lowers his voice to a whisper. "Word is out you're cheating on Chase with someone. And people generally like Chase, so they're on his side. They hate you at the moment. I hate Chase, he's an arse, so I don't really care if you cheat on him or not."

"Oh, God," Cameron moans, rubbing her temples. "This is a disaster."

"It's not that bad," Foreman says, a tad too cheerfully. He's met by a punch in a stomach. "OOF!"

"Cover for me. I'm going to go talk to House."

Cameron pops her head round his office door. "House. Need you. Now."

He follows her to the locker room, watching her glance around anxiously, before she turns to him.

"We need to stop this. Now. People have found out about, us."

"So you accept there's an us," he says, grinning.

"Look, House- it was great and it was fun, but it can't continue. So I'm ending this."

"Why? Scared you won't be able to resist me?" He takes a step towards her, slowly forcing her into the shower.

"S-Stop this House!" She splutters. "I'm not cheating on Chase anymore!"

"Fine, fine," He says breezily. "But just in case you need me- I'll be around." He turns to go, before Cameron shouts, "Wait!"

"You rang?"

"Maybe... One more kiss wouldn't be so bad. A goodbye kiss."

She doesn't need to ask him again. He's on her, crushing his lips against hers, demanding them to open. She does, willingly. His tongue slides in, rough and rugged. The kiss starts as a tease, but grows more passionate by the minute. Then his hands slowly, unbutton her shirt. Her hand grabs his wrist.

"House," she whispers, against his lips.

"I'll be gentle," he promises.

Her body relaxes and he continues. Suddenly, Cuddy bursts in.

"House, I need you to-" Her mouth hangs open at the sight of Cameron, half naked with House.

"I- er, I'll leave you two alone." She rushes out, looking bright red and flustered.

"Oh, God," House moans, banging his head against the cold marble of the shower wall, while Cameron hurriedly buttons up her shirt.

"I told you to stay away! I TOLD YOU!" She shouts at him.

"Hey, hey, calm down." He raises his hands in mock defence.

"Stay away from me, House." She grabs her lab coat, and runs out, tears streaming down her face.