Chapter 7

"What are you talking about House?" Cameron looked up at him as he moved to his desk and sat down, propping his bad leg up on its edge.

"I'm talking about your puppy here. Did he or did he not call you "mom" when you decided to gracefully fall into my arms over there?"

"Tony, wait for me over in the conference room." Cameron instructed the boy, but he merely sat there, looking nervously at her, and then turned harsh eyes on House. "Tony, go."

"Nope. Tony, you stay right here for a while." House interjected, making the boy's blue eyes brighten with anger.

"And what? I'm supposed to stay here just because you say so?" Tony said snidely. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Well, one person I know I'm not–is your father! I wouldn't produce a kid with such attitude!" House said just as snidely, then after a moment's thought smiled slightly. "Well, I guess I would, if I had ever been irresponsible enough to actually make one--thank God, I wasn't! But to answer your question–this is "my" office you're hiding out in–so that gives me some right to say, stay put."

"House, let him go over to the conference room. He doesn't need to hear you ridiculing me for what you think are my indiscretions." Cameron said almost pleadingly.

House eyed her closely. He knew he could cut her down with his comments, but he couldn't understand why she would think he would insult her in front of her son. The movement of the boy getting to his feet, turned House's gaze to him. He certainly was a tall kid, already taller than Cameron, but he could tell by the softness of his facial features and the lack of much facial hair, that he was still relatively young. Maybe fourteen or fifteen. The boy flashed another hard look at House then headed for the adjoining door.

"I'll wait over here," the boy grumbled.

"Now," said Cameron a bit tentatively. "What do you want to know?"

"A little loose in your teen years?"

"What?!" Cameron gasped.

"I don't believe you're up to immaculate conception. I mean, I haven't heard of a Saint Allison yet. So he must have been conceived during your teen years. He looks to be at least fourteen or fifteen. Were you voted most popular cheerleader in high school?" He asked as he moved his foot back to the floor and stood before her. He could almost see the steam rising from her at that remark, and before he knew it, her hand was coming up to meet his cheek with a resounding crack.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" Her hand came back for a second try but he caught her wrist, grabbed her other hand, and held them behind her back as he twisted with her until she was pressed against his desk. "You have no idea what I went through in high school! How hard I worked to get where I needed to be in order to go to college!"

"Calm down, little tiger. Your claws are out and quite sharp." He chuckled as he pressed against her, but she continued to squirm. All of a sudden, the boy in the other room was the least of House's worries as her movements started turning his semi-hardness that he had at simply being so near to her, to a full erection. All movement ended as they both became aware of the tension spreading over them, their eyes locked with one another as in her nervousness, Cameron licked her dry lips. "So, tell me green eyes, what do you think I ought to do with you now? You slapped me–what do you think I ought to do back? I'm not really into slapping women though."

House pressed his groin against her, pinning her against the desk, their position bringing back vivid memories from a few weeks earlier. He looked down at her mouth, seeing her tongue pass over her lips again, making it an invitation he couldn't resist. God, but she was beautiful. His lips came down on hers, his tongue moving between them as her tongue quickly responded to his. He released her wrists when he felt her response, knowing he was effecting her the same as she was effecting him. As her hands came up to his face, pulling his kiss closer until they were nearly panting with the deepness of their kiss, his hands moved down her back, grasping onto her perfectly proportioned bottom and pulling her even more closely against his erection. Jesus, but she could quickly make him forget about everything else. He forgot about the glass encased office, he forgot about the people in the hallway, and he forgot about the boy in the next room.

"GET OFF HER!!" Tony's voice came out of nowhere and the next thing House knew, he felt the boy's hands on his shoulders, tearing him back and away from Cameron. The boy came toward House with fists clenched, only ceasing at Cameron's shriek for him to stop.

"Tony, don't!" Cameron grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him away from House, moving quickly to the door that lead to the hallway before looking back at House. "I don't know what you think you heard, but you were mistaken. Tony is my brother, nothing more."

House watched her walk out of his office and head toward the elevator with the boy, still in a bit of shock over being interrupted so abruptly. But shock or not, he was certain he misunderstood nothing. The boy had said "mom" when he ran to Cameron, and she would have to do a lot more convincing for him to believe otherwise.