A/N: Still with us? Excccccellent!

Chapter Seven

Cameron was gathering up her things when House entered her office. She looked at him and smiled.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"It's surprise," he told her as he followed her out. "We'll take my bike. It's a nice evening for it."

"I've never ridden on a motorcycle. Maybe I should follow you in my car."

They stopped by his motorcycle. Cameron stared in dismay at the long scratches on the side of it. House handed her a helmet, hopped on and snapped his cane in its holder. She slung her briefcase and purse over her shoulder, put the helmet on and carefully got on behind him. He grabbed her hands and wrapped her arms around his waist. He started the engine and backed out of the space. Then he sped out of the parking lot into the street. Cameron hung on tightly as he wove through traffic. Soon, they arrived at an older building converted into apartments. House parked the bike by the curb and Cameron climbed off. He heart raced and she felt exhilarated. House lifted his right leg over the bike, grabbed his cane and turned to see Cameron pulling off the helmet. Her long blonde hair fell free of its knot and tumbled down her back. Cheeks flushed and eyes shining, she grinned at him as she handed back the helmet.

"That was so much fun!" she told him with a delighted laugh.

He tucked the helmet under his arm and limped up the step to a green door.

"Is this a private club?" Cameron asked as he unlocked the door and entered the building.

"You could say that," he remarked as he unlocked another green door.

Cameron stood in the doorway and looked around. "This is your apartment."

House dumped his things on the desk and turned to look at her. "That a problem?"

Cameron entered his apartment, shut the door and locked it. "Nope."

He went into the kitchen and returned carrying two glasses and a bottle of Macallan's. He gestured to the couch. Cameron removed her bags, put them on the desk and then sat down. House sat next to her and poured them each a drink. Cameron lifted her glass and tapped it against House's.

"To saving my patient," he said.

"To saving your patient."

She drained the glass and poured more. When she drained that in one swallow, House grabbed her wrist as she reached for the bottle.

"Slow down," he told her.

"Why?" she asked. "We're celebrating, right?"

"It's Macallan's. It's meant to be enjoyed, not guzzled."

He took her glass and refilled it. "Drink it slowly," he told her as he gave her back the glass. She took it and slowly sipped the amber liquid.

"Happy?" she asked.

"Very," he replied with a smirk. He slowly sipped his own and sat back. "So how did you know it was ASP?"

She shrugged. "The symptoms pointed to it."

"The symptoms pointed to it," he mimicked. "And yet I missed it because I was distracted."

"By what?"

He leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling. "Does it matter?" he asked. He had no intention of letting her know she was the distraction, at least not yet.

She finished her drink, poured another and stood up. She swayed slightly, steadied herself and walked over to the bookcase. Running her fingers along the spines, she pulled one out. Placing her glass on the shelf, she flipped through it. She turned to look at him over her shoulder. "Jenna Jameson's How To Make Love Like A Porn Star? You do like porn," she giggled. Putting the book back, she picked up her glass, drained it again and grabbed the bottle off the table. "You got more?" she questioned holding up the bottle. Taking a long swig from the bottle, she walked over to his stereo. She chose a CD, put it in the player and hit the play button. Right Place, Wrong Time by Doctor John filled the room and she began to sway to the music as she drank from the bottle. House turned to watch her. She sang as she danced unsteadily around the room. House smiled slightly. Even as drunk as she was, she moved with grace and had a more than decent singing voice.

"You are drunk," he commented.

She turned to smile at him. "Yes, I am." Walking over to him, she tried to drain the bottle but choked a bit. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve, put the bottle on the table and then leaned down over him.

"You are trouble," she slurred. "So sexy and so much trouble. Your eyes and that smile. It's so sexy." Straddling his lap, she ran her fingers over his face. A bolt of electricity shot through him at her touch. He went hard almost immediately. When she swiveled her hips against his erection, he bit back a moan. She leaned forward and kissed him. Her lips were soft and her breasts pressed against his chest. He resisted for a moment and then slid his tongue into her mouth. His hands roamed over her back and up into the thick mass of her hair. She slid her hands down his neck to his shoulders. Deepening the kiss, he could taste the scotch she drank. With a final suck on her lower lip, he pulled back.

"Rowland was right. You are a good kisser," she giggled. She tried to kiss his neck but he grasped her shoulders.

"You're drunk and you don't know what you're doing," he told her.

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm seducing you."

He picked her up and put her on the couch next to him. "I'm not going to take advantage of you while you're drunk."

"You'd rather have Rowland, wouldn't you?" she demanded angrily.

"Cameron…"

She jumped up, all the color drained from her face and then slumped down on the floor. "I don't feel so good."

"When did you last eat?" he asked as he helped her stand.

"Dunno. Worked through lunch. Missed breakfast."

Wrapping an arm around her, he slowly led her down the hall to the bathroom. He sat her down on the closed toilet and wet a washcloth.

"I told you to slow down," he said as he placed the washcloth on the back of her neck.

"Yeah, yeah, the great Doctor House is never wrong. Oh God," she said as she started dry heaving. House quickly had her get up, lifted the toilet lid and held her hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach.

He wet her face and neck with the washcloth as she went for another round, hugging the toilet as she knelt in front of it. After what seemed like an eternity, but was really only ten minutes, she seemed to stop retching.

"Come on," he said as he helped her to the bedroom and put her in bed, relieving her of her blouse and shoes so she would be more comfortable. As a precaution, he put a large empty trash can next to the bed and lined it with a garbage bag. He also laid her on her side to prevent her from choking in case she vomited in her sleep.

He then tossed the clothes that lay on the chair across the room and sat down, grabbing a medical journal.

An hour later, Cameron was still passed out and he couldn't keep his eyes open. Figuring she was probably done throwing up, he changed into a T-shirt and pajama pants and got into bed next to her.

Cameron cautiously opened one eye but the room spun so she closed it again and waited. Five minutes later she tried again and things were still. The sun was up and the room was so bright she winced.

Her movement caused House to stir and he rolled over so they were face to face. The look of terror and shock on her face almost made him laugh, but he remained passive.

"Oh God…." she moaned and closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again. He was still there, staring at her.

"Some night, huh, Kitten?"

Her eyes widened and she slowly sat up. Glancing down she saw she no longer wore her blouse and quickly brought the sheet up to cover herself. "Where's my shirt?"

"Over there. It was a little restricting," he said with a sexy leer.

She went to get out of bed but stopped quickly and placed her hand on her head. "Owww, my head…"

"Yes, drinking nearly an entire bottle of Macallan's will do that. Especially at the rate you did. I was contemplating whether or not to get the activated charcoal or take you to the ER to have your stomach pumped. Thankfully you threw everything up until there was nothing left. How's your stomach now?"

"Still empty, and sore."

"You should eat. How about a nice plate of greasy bacon and eggs to start your day off right?"

"Coffee...coffee is good...and," she glanced at her watch. "Oh shit...I gotta go..it's eight-thirty."

"So?"

"I'm usually there by eight."

"I doubt your boss would mind. Oh wait," he said, looking like he just realized something, "you are the boss."

"I need to get to work!"

He watched with amusement as she raced around the room, collecting her things. "I don't see how that's possible when your car is at the hospital."

She stopped short and glared at him. "Did you...did we…"

"Did we what?"

She gave him a look. "Did we have sex?"

He pretended to look hurt. "You don't remember? You even gave me a lapdance…"

"House!"

"Oh, so we're back to House, are we? Last night it was 'Oh God!"

Her eyes widened even more. "Seriously?"

He couldn't keep up the pretense any longer and he started laughing. "No. Come on, get dressed, we'll stop at Starbucks on the way and get you a much needed venti black."

He left her to freshen up and even though she tried, she still looked pretty rough.

Cameron walked into her outer office and Rowland's eyes widened. "Oh my God...are you...you are not doing the walk of shame!"

"Shhh, not so loud, the whole hospital might not have heard you!" Cameron hissed as she went into her office with Rowland hot on her heels.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Details, duhh. You look like hell, by the way."

"I feel even worse. Oh, and here's a coffee," she said as she handed the other cup to Rowland and sat down. "Consider that a peace offering. You can go now."

Rowland perched on the edge of her desk. "Oh no, you're not getting off that easy. What happened?"

"I wish I could tell you but I just don't know. All I do know is that I drank too much, made an ass of myself and spent the night riding the porcelain bus. When I woke up in the morning he was in bed with me."

"Interesting."

"What is?"

"I don't know. Something. I guess I'll just have to get the juicy details from the man himself and hope his memory is better than yours."

Cameron merely sighed and waved her away in dismissal. "Whatever. I have work to do and I'm behind."

"Well, these people need calls back but you don't have any meetings until after lunch."

"Great. Maybe I can get a nap in. I'm definitely taking a shower. Do me a favor, will you? Go grab me a set of scrubs?"

"Feeling dirty?" Rowland inquired with her signature saucy grin. "House has a tendency to do that."

"Just get me the scrubs," Cameron laughed and waved her away.

All morning she wondered if House told anyone what happened, although nobody acted any differently towards her and for that she was grateful. A few commented on her scrubs but she explained it away as having a patient puke on her when she visited the ER. When she ran into Wilson at lunch, she knew if House told anyone, it would be him.

"Hey, Cameron. Rough night? You look like you've been through the ringer."

"McCallan's will do that," she chuckled, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Have you seen House?"

"Yeah earlier. How did the date go?"

"He didn't tell you anything?"

Wilson shook his head. "House is a private person. If he wanted me to know, he would've told me. So?"

She shrugged. "It was nice. Just drinks."

"Gonna go out again?"

"I don't know. We didn't talk about it."

"Didn't talk much, huh?" Wilson chuckled.

"Nope."