Disclaimer: Refer to chapter 7.
A/N: Hi. *waves nervously* Remember when I told you the kiss will be in this chapter? Right, of course you do, well, it got a bit long so… *ducks flying tomatoes and rotten eggs*
Chapter 8
House was toying with his magic 8-ball, rolling it around on his desk. He glanced at his watch. It was almost time and he was uncharacteristingly nervous for some reason.
He was very aware of his heartbeat, which appeared to be somehow faster than normal. Placing his index and middle fingers on his wrist he felt the blood flow through the artery. One beat, two beats, three beats…
92 beats per minute… he was nervous alright. He raised his hands, running his fingers through his hair. Where was Chase?!
He picked up the magic 8-ball again and that's when Wilson's words came drifting into his mind:
"I just hope you know what you're doing, because I've got a feeling this will all end in tears."
To be honest, he had no clue how this will turn out or even how he wanted it to turn out. Even though he spent most of his time contemplating this or that, he rarely had a plan. He preferred to go with the flow. If a problem presented itself, he fixed it. It was as simple as that, besides, plans are overrated.
He shook the ball, concentrating on a question:
How screwed up will all of this get?
The answer was: ABSOLUTELY. He smirked, he should have known.
He was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard someone enter the office. Noticing it was Chase he put the ball back on the table and stood up. Party time!
"Glad you could make it," said House with an overly excited smile, "this is going to be so much fun. I bet you can't wait for it to start."
Chase answered in a rather low and threatening tone, "Don't push it."
House pouted, "You don't want to play? Fine. Get on the balcony then."
"What?"
House looked at him like he was missing something obvious, "Well, you obviously can't be in the room while I work my magic."
"You want me to wait in the balcony?" Chase asked slowly.
"That's what I said, yes. Unless you have any other ideas?" He looked at Chase expectantly.
Chase sighed, "Fine."
While Chase walked out on the balcony, House explained him the general idea.
"I'll lower the blinds, but I'll leave enough space in between for you to see through. Wilson's got some chairs on his balcony, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you borrowed one. You might as well get comfortable, who knows how long this will take."
House didn't wait to see what Chase will do. He closed the door and lowered the blinds. He then walked around the office, lowering all the other blinds too, shielding his office from any curious onlookers.
That done, he sat down in his recliner and paged Cameron.
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Meanwhile, Cameron has just finished her shift and was currently in the locker room, about to change out of her scrubs, when her pager went off. She sighed. She should have known this was too good to be true. The message was from House and it read:
MY OFFICE, STAT
She shook her head and started walking towards the elevators. What on earth could he want from her now?
A/N: I have this fake purple magic 8-ball and that was really the answer it gave me. Next chapter will definitely see some action. And as I feel so bad for getting you all riled up and then not delivering, AND taking so long to update due to laziness I shall do everything in my power to update by Wednesday. In the meantime, feel free to punish me as you see fit.
