As if a spell were broken both House and Cameron seemed to notice what they were doing for the first time. Cameron began to back away from House only to find his an arm on her back keeping her from doing so. She looked at him and for a moment his face portraying an unwillingness to let go but just as quickly as she saw it, it was gone.

Immediately his face reverted back to somber and expressionless. She was surprised to realize it was the first time that night that she saw that look completely on his face, that withdrawn and that protected, the one that said he was closing up. It was like they had been in their own world from the moment they saw each other at his door but the phone was a call back to reality. If it weren't for House's eyes she would almost have to question whether the evening really happened, and to most anyone but her no one would even notice it. It was a look of longing and want, a look she had memorized by the glances that they had shared over the past two years, they only happened every so often but they were intense enough to be forever burned into her memory,

House reluctantly withdrew his arm from Cameron's back and could almost feel the intense feeling of loss as their bodies lost all contact. Neither said a word as Cameron bent down and picked up her keys, a reminder of how lost they were in each other just moments ago. Wordlessly Cameron walked up close to him again and leaned up to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

It was a silent goodbye because they both didn't know quite what to say after such a passionate kiss, or if they could muster up the strength to say anything at all. House also understood that if their lips met again there would be no pulling back, and even though they both would have given in a minute earlier both understood it was too soon too fast.

He watched as she lowered back down to the ground, resisting the urge to wrap his arms around her and pick up right where they left off. Being back to his senses he realized that he would be showing a need for someone else and wasn't wiling to admit that yet, maybe someday but not now.

With one last soft smile and a warm look in her eyes, Cameron got in her car and drove off into the night. Only when her car was rounding the corner did he let a small smile show through his features.

The smile quickly faded as he realized his phone was still ringing, or the someone he knew who the ringtone was assigned to was ringing for the second time he really wasn't sure. Even though the phone broke their trance neither had noticed it as they said goodbye.

As he listened for a few more seconds he knew that he would probably hate that Queen song for the rest of his life, almost as much as he now hated the person he knew was on the other side of the phone. Pity he really liked that song too.

Flipping open the phone House went over to sit on the steps in front of his apartment. The vigor and adrenaline that pumped through his veins while he explored Cameron's lips vanished, leaving him to feel weak and drained. Like his body was punishing him for getting its' hopes up. As his butt hit the step he groaned as he felt at least one part of his body had a different tactic for exacting revenge.

"Somebody had better be dying, wait scratch that for what you just interrupted you better be dying," House barked showing his frustration.

"Wilson told me your plans for the evening so don't cry, she'll be there when you get back," Cuddy said not at all affected by House's outrage.

"The wombat is off the hook… my cane will match Wilson's brown eyes match much better anyways," House thought as he contemplated ways to provide his best friend with a limp.

"Hooker or no hooker there is no way I'm coming in on a Friday night when I don't have a patient," House said even though he had already decided he was going to go.

Not because Cuddy wanted him to go but because he wanted to tear her and Wilson a new one. Maybe even seeing a patient would make the painful erection in his jeans go away.

"You can and you will," Cuddy said firmly.

"You must be wearing a really tight top causing your funbags to constrict your chest thus decreasing the oxygen getting to your brain," House started having his usual fun at Cuddy's expense. He wondered if he would ever run out of boob jokes or if he would ever get tired of telling them.

Cuddy found herself looking down at her breasts reflexively and inwardly cursed herself for doing so. She didn't dare tell him her top did shrink a little when it came out of the dryer.

"Those puppies need to be free to breath Cuddles. And I am not coming in!" House finished.

"You still owe me for the 100 million dollars the hospital gave up for you when Vogler left", Cuddy said reaching for a way to end the conversation.

"That is the problem with you women, you can never let the small things go," House said with heavy sarcasm.

"Be here in fifteen minutes or you'll not only be doing your clinic hours but your fellows too."

Before House could retort he heard the other side of the line click off. Closing the phone and putting it back in his coat House stood up and groaned again. There was no way his 'problem' should be still hanging around… well he wished it were hanging.

Cursing the fact he didn't have enough time for a cold shower House got his keys out of his coat pocket and walked over to his motorcycle that was thankfully close by. Feeling the hardness in his jeans with renewed intensity as he sat down on the bike House wondered if he could order himself an ice bath when he got to the hospital, thinking a cold shower might not do the trick.

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Twenty minutes later House burst through Cuddy's office doors without preamble, causing as much sound as possible. He may not be able to tell them exactly why he is pissed but he was still going to let them know he is.

As he walked in he saw Wilson and Cuddy waiting for him. However instead getting upset at his boisterous entrance they stood in front of Cuddy's desk wide-eyed with mouths gaping

House raised an eyebrow puzzled by their response until he looked down at himself to see what they were looking at and he immediately knew he had to explain himself and quick. Since he was frustrated by the painful annoyance in his pants, which thankfully decided to forgive him as he walked through the lobby to Cuddy's office, he forgot to change clothes.

"Really I'm flattered but Wilson I don't swing that way and you have a wife, though since you're here past eleven on a Friday probably not for long. Cuddy close your mouth and stop drooling and actually look like a Dean of Medicine… never mind that would mean you would have to pop the balloons, get fat, go bald, and fire me," House said taking cracks at his two friends needing to buy time.

He knew Wilson recognized the shirt and ultimately the purpose he would wear the shirt for. Cuddy would recognize the jacket from the few times they saw each other at med school years ago.

"You're dressed nice," Wilson commented as he and Cuddy regained composure.

"I'm damn sexy I get it. There's a difference of not being able to dress and just choosing not to," House replied.

"You don't dress that way if your having a hooker over and you wouldn't get redressed in that to come here," Wilson mused out loud as he continued to eye his friend.

"Had Paula and I do something different tonight, role play. I was sexy, older, gruff doctor with two legs and Paula was the young doctor who comes to him looking to learn from him and gets so much more," House said the first thing that came to mind.

Wilson thought over it for a moment and wasn't convinced, he would have to grill House later.

"Hmm almost sounds like your having Paula be Cameron," Wilson said taking a shot to see his friends reaction.

House didn't flinch he figured Wilson would draw that conclusion, "True but I bet Cameron wouldn't do half the stuff I planned on doing to Paula."

Immediately House began to wonder what Cameron would and wouldn't do in bed. As House felt his problem returning he quickly tried to dash away those thoughts for later, hopefully with Cameron there to find out firsthand.

Cuddy coughed to get the men's attention, "As startling as it is to see House not look like he just rolled out of bed there is a patient waiting in the exam room for you."

"I wished I just rolled out bed… of course it would have to be morning," House pondered as he thought that after a kiss like he had earlier when they did do the deed he may want the whole night to ravage Cameron

"I take by the lack of urgency in your voice and that you don't look like your dying I am about to hate you both," House said trying to figure out the most stupid thing to be called in for.

"He's a very large donor and he requested you. He wants the tests to be discreet and confidential," Cuddy said trying to explain herself as she handed House the folder.

"It much be something really stupid since you sound like your trying to justify it to yourself as much as me, House said and raised an eyebrow at the tone of Cuddy's voice, she almost sounded ashamed to be calling him in for whatever was in the file. He opened the file, quickly scanned, and let out a loud groan.

"Irony is a bitch," House thought and exited Cuddy's office without a fight. Lucky for Cuddy she was a woman or she would be in the running to be the next doctor with a limp.

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After giving the young idiot playboy his test results House stood on the balcony with a folded piece of paper in his hand.

A/N: So I wanted to get out this chapter sooner but it seems my muse has a split personality. Basically what happened is I wrote two versions of this chapter and what you read is the tame version. This is what my rational muse wanted and told me it was better for the story this way.

My dirty muse saw this chapter doing much more intense and interesting things. Instead of House removing his arm from Cameron's back he pulls her up against him and puts the phone on speaker. Cameron decides to get adventurous when she hears it is Cuddy and basically has her arms and legs around House and attacks his neck while he is talking. The phone conversation is amusing as House tries to conceal his groans away from Cuddy. The hospital scene is pretty much the same except House learns that Cameron left a hickey on his neck and he has to explain it to Wilson.

So rational muse won out because his aversion was more realistic. He won't always win though.

Find it kind of funny no guessed it was Cuddy by the ring tone. I know House usually comments on her breasts but I couldn't think of a rock song that was about breasts. Oh well I think the song fits their friendship in the early seasons well.

Last thing, I feel I need to address the issue of using Thirteen as a character model. I don't care for her character or the actor that much and would've strongly preferred if they kept Cameron over her. The two interesting things about Thirteen is that she has Huntington's and that she is bisexual. They're pretty much putting her disease on the backburner until probably closer to the end of the series and there has been little mention of her attraction to the same sex since she and Foremen had that boring relationship. Now they're hinting at her and Chase (could give a very long rant on how stupid that idea is), pretty much ignoring that part of her personality.

So let me be clear I am using Thirteen only for her body… well it's true. In some stories people create their own characters and don't provide a description of them and if they do you still have to imagine what they look like. I like the idea of readers having an exact idea of what a character looks like if I can help it. So if you don't like her just remember she is only a bartender in this story.

Now that is out of the way please R&R