To my small readership: I apologize for the delay, I've really been struggling with this part. I'm still not happy with it, but I wanted to get something posted.

House looked around uncomfortably. He got up, stretching his left leg. He looked around some more. He was out one driver. He wasn't quite sure if the bus routes drove this late. It was already past eleven. House didn't want to wake Allison, but he really should probably go home. He finally decided that it would be best to wake her, she could always go back to sleep. Besides, she'd have one hell of a crick in her neck if she kept sleeping in that chair that way.

House bent down and shook her shoulder gently, and softly spoke into her ear.

"Allison, wake up." He wasn't prepared for what happened next. Cam moved faster than he was able to get away. Her arms snaked out and she mumbled something, and brought her face to his in a loving kiss, seemingly still asleep. She mumbled something else and went back to her previous state. House stood, stock still, and in shock. He should have taken into account that she'd been married. Old habits died hard. It was just a natural reaction, yet. . .

"Right," he muttered out loud. He really needed to leave, like now, before something they might both regret happened. He poked her leg with his cane.

"Dr. Cameron!" he said in his most commanding tone, none too gentle. She started, and came to.

"You fell asleep." He said, in manner of explanation.

"What? Oh." She looked around. "Oh! I'm so sorry, we should get you, ah, it's late, are you sure you don't want to stay?" Cam really didn't want to go back out.

Her look was so innocent, but that kiss was anything but. If he didn't leave now, he knew he never would. He did not want to start something he knew he'd never finish.

"My car gets afraid at night alone," he quipped.

"Ah." Cam said noncommittally. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up.

"Ow, I've got this crick on neck!" She put a hand to the back of her head.

"I noticed. That didn't look like a comfortable position, so I uh, decided to wake you." House looked around uncomfortably. Cam noticed. He didn't look uncomfortable before. She wondered what happened to change his behavior so noticeably. Then she realized something else.

"Look, I probably owe you, but I'd much rather do this in the morning. Tomorrow's Saturday, no one'll miss us, you can even have my bed." House mulled this over.

"Pink frilly things and I don't really get along," he tried to think of an excuse."

"Fine, the couch pulls out, anything please, it's almost midnight, it's not really safe anyway." Cam argued, "something could happen to you and no one would ever know."

"You mean you would never know." He didn't mean for it to sound that harsh, but the kiss, though she didn't know what she was doing, had stirred something from the dusty corners of his brain . . .some emotions he'd rather let be. Cameron blushed, but they both already knew she had feelings for him, so this was no new piece of information, still he sounded condescending when he said it. He didn't have to say it that way. He was such a jerk, she began to rethink things. Now she wanted him out.

"Fine, let's go," she said grabbing her purse and keys, "I don't care what the hell you do anymore." She was starting to wake up now.

House sighed and followed her out, wondering how to fix what he just did, but she'd be over it tomorrow and following him around like a lost puppy in no time. The ride back to his car was completely silent. Cam didn't even turn on the radio. In the garage, Cam put the car in park and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Out." she commanded. House looked at her, but she just stared straight ahead.

"Listen, I-"

"I don't care."

"Yes you do, otherwise you wouldn't be angry."

"I said I don't care, so I don't." House was out of options. He leaned over and pulled her face to his in a soft kiss. It didn't last long, but it got Cam to open up. The second kiss was longer. Each was breathless by the time it was over.

"I'm sorry." House said. "I care, just don't tell Wilson or my reputation is shot."

"I'll call you tomorrow?" Cam asked.

"Uh, sure. . ." House didn't know how to respond, but figured this was the required answer if he didn't want to keep Cam pissed off at him, hell maybe it would even be a good thing.

"Ok, talk to you later then." Cam waved and saw House make it to his Corvette. She followed him out of the parking lot, and waved to him at the light. At the green, they each went their separate ways. House only wondered what would be required of him next.