A/n: Hello everyone! I just wanted to assure you that this is not House/Cameron friendship story – no worries – romance will join us sooner or later. But you know if they became a couple in the first chapter than it would have to be oneshot, and I felt like writing something longer - lol. The truth is I'm not sure if I'm able to write an established relationship fic. Maybe I'll try in the later chappies ;-) Thank you again for reading and reviewing!

Disclaimer: Nah, Without Jennifer Morrison I'm not even sure if I want it any longer – well, except for Hugh Laurie and Robert Sean Leonard! I love those two hopelessly.

Chapter 8

So it's been almost six months since you and House became friends. And you love almost everything about it. You really love spending time with him, you love everything about it, except the fact that all you have with him is friendship. Being so near to him and still not being able to touch him, to kiss him, to hold him... It's so damn frustrating that you sometimes wonder how you are able to go through it. And than you remember – it's this or nothing. So you decided to greet your teeth and suck it up, because the alternative sucks even more. You actually had a chance to taste it. After Wilson was dumped by potential Mrs. Wilson no. 4 who's appearance was a foundation of yours and House's friendship, you had to remind both of them that you're a 'back up guy' and you're not going to drop this post. So right now you are a part of a gang, one of the three musketeers. Every Friday and Saturday the three of you rule the world, or rather Princeton to be more accurate.

Unfortunately not this particular Friday. Tonight you are going through the thick pile of paperwork mounting your desk. You are swamped with this mind numbing work and you are completely miserable, knowing that House and Wilson are probably having so much fun. As the Head of Immunology you actually could leave all those unfaltering tasks for one of your fellows but you decided long time ago that House is not an appropriate role model as far as work ethics is concern, so you won't copycat his tricks. God you miss him, you haven't seen him since Monday lunch so right now it is very difficult for you to concentrate on all those files instead of thinking about his beautiful eyes and elegant fingers, and...

"Oh, just stop right here, or you won't be able to do anything constructive at all" you mutter to yourself. Your work ethics oblige you to do you job but says noting about liking it - you hate bureaucracy!

You shut your eyes and let your mind relax for a minute – of course your thoughts are floating in the obvious direction. Maybe this why you are so startled when you hear him:

"Wake up, Cameron – you're drolling all over your paperwork! Have you had any nice dreams about me?" he asks with lecherous grin.

"You know me so well House. Care to join me?" your voice sleepy like you're still not fully awake.

"You mean, do I want to take active part in your naughty dreams? Sure! What do you want me to do?".

"Oh, very funny, but that's not exactly what I meant. How about you – being a good friend you are – help me with this load of shit I have to do for Cuddy, before Monday?" a little spark of hope – that you sure will be swept cruelly in a second, appears in your voice.

"Just to be clear – you want me to spend Friday evening doing paper work with you?"

"Correct" you say and your voice doesn't sound hopeful anymore. You know damn well that he won't agree. Probably that's the reason why you chock and start coughing uncontrollably the minute he mutters simple 'ok'.

After you are able to breathe properly once again you shoot him incredulous look and utter:

"What???"

"What do you mean 'what'" he is a little bit at loss with your reaction.

"Well, forgive me, but you actually choosing work with me instead of playing with Wilson, that is somehow unexpected"

"What can I say, I would prefer playing with you, but I'm afraid that this is not an option. Listen Cameron – I know you and it is obvious for me that you won't leave this hole also known as your office, until all of this is done, so I figured that it will take less of our weekend plans if we do it together..." he says and already looks around to find something comfortable to sit on.

"I know, I just... never mind" you don't want to go there, you won't start thinking about what it might or might not mean, you're just going to accept his gracious offer and then you will be able to enjoy free weekend with him... oh and Wilson of course.

"By the way – thank you for implying that I'm gay – that was so... I can't even find appropriately outraged word" he says pouting.

"I've never thought I'll live the day – and your welcome". You smirk and he shoots you annoyed look but you can tell that he finds it amusing:

"On the other hand -if I'm gay, you are screwed"

You look at him utterly confused

"What do you mean" you ask cautiously.

"Well, if I'm gay and I'm hitting Wilson, you don't stand a chance and it means your deep love for me is doomed to dry out in everlasting sexual frustration" he winks at you and you hit him playfully.

"Ok, I call it off, you're not gay. I can't abandon hope – after all - it's all I have" you say only half joking but than you wipe a fake tear for a better dramatic effect. House hands you a tissue and you both burst out laughing. After a while you hear yourself saying:

"I missed you..." - oops! You try to correct yourself: "I mean this, you know... it's fun, isn't it". He looks at you seriously, suddenly all the humor and carefree is gone and both of you are beset with uncomfortable silence. He looks at you expectantly but you do nothing and then he clears his throat and focuses his attention on the paperwork piling over your desk.

"We'd better get to this or we won't finish until the dawn" he says silently and you curse under your breath because you know that there was something going on in here, only a few seconds ago and now it is all gone.

"Yeah, I guess" you admit weakly but it is obvious that you really don't mean it, not at all. Fuck! You hate this! Next time you're going to sweep it all on one of your fellows - no matter how it's going to make you look like! Right now you just don't care!

So you sit next to him, trying really hard t concentrate on your task and failing miserably. All your thoughts going back to this one precious moment in the evening when you were almost sure that House was going to kiss you. He was right – if he were gay, you would be so screwed!

Tbc...