Disclaimer: I don't own House.

Author's Note: This is one difficult chapter...so I really hope you enjoy this one. Sorry if it sucks. When is the next update? I really have no idea...so, for now, enjoy the story.


Chapter 9

None of them talked to each other during the ride. The only sound that they could hear was the traffic and how the raining was hitting the window. It was still raining heavily, and it became harder for Cameron to drive. But she managed, barely. An originally 5 minutes ride became a 25-minutes ride because of the rain.

Finally, Cameron pulled over in front of House's apartment.

"Here you go." Cameron said, turned to look at House.

"Thanks." House muttered, while taking off his safety belt. He looked out of the window, the rain was still not stopping, and seemed to be becoming more heavily. "Are you sure you can drive home in weather like this?" House asked. Cameron could hear a bit of concern from his voice.

"I'll manage." Cameron replied.

"Hell you will. I just got my immunologist back, and I am not planning to lose her again in a stupid car accident. I don't want to dress proper to go to the funeral either. So, you are staying on my couch tonight." House said, not showing any emotion now.

"House," Cameron was shocked that House suggested something such as this. "I'm going to be okay. It's not even that bad."

But House ignored what Cameron said. He turned off the car, and took the keys away from Cameron. "You are coming in." He ordered.

"House, you have no rights to take my keys away from me!" Cameron yelled.

"Don't worry, I don't usually bite people who sleeps on my couch. But if your name is Jimmy Wilson, then, that's a different case." House said sarcastically.

"Give me my keys back, House."

"I will give it back to you tomorrow morning. Now, unless you want to see how impatient I can get, you can get out of the car and go into my apartment."

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House's apartment was sill looking as same as ever. Lots of books were stacked on the bookshelves, and the rest that couldn't fit into the shelves were stacked on the floor. The piano was the only thing that House seemed to have kept clean. The music sheets were sitting neatly as a pile on the piano.

"You done giving yourself a tour of my house yet?" House asked, seeing Cameron just stood there. "My turn to give the tour yet?"

Cameron nodded.

"Living room here. Kitchen is behind the piano. Inside here is my room and a bathroom." House made a small introduction. "That's about it."

"Your place is nice."

"Yeah, I will remember to thank my hooker the next time she visited." House said simply, making Cameron rolled her eyes.

"Make yourself home, and yeah, stay on that couch. I don't want to find you next to me tomorrow morning. Good night." And House disappeared into his own bedroom, closed the door behind him.

Cameron could tell that House was uncomfortable that she's here with him. That's exactly why she didn't want to stay over. That's why she wanted to go home. Now with House out of sight, she felt a little better.

Cameron went into the bathroom to clean up. I will take the shower tomorrow morning when I get back home. Thank God that I don't have work tomorrow. It's Saturday.

It's been a long week to her. She hadn't had such a long week for a long time. Even before she left, how the Diagnostic Department had spent a whole week working on some complicated case wasn't even as bad as this week. Everything she had dreamt that it would happen didn't. Everything she had hoped for were now lost. She somehow wished that she didn't return to Princeton at all. That she went somewhere else to look for a job, and she knew it wasn't hard, with her education and how she worked for House. But she couldn't, she just missed the Princeton Plainsboro Hospital, the people inside, the patients, her collogues and boss.

She came back out of the bathroom, and saw a pillow and blanket on the couch. She turned, but found House's room was still closed. Cameron didn't say anything, but her heart felt warmed by his actions, though it's not much. Cameron smiled.

House was not a normal human being. He didn't like to show his emotions to anybody if possible, he wanted people to know him as a cold human being. But by doing so, he closed the door, and shut out everybody that want to be close to him. Perhaps the only person that was able to go through the door was Wilson. How Wilson managed it, Cameron had no idea. Cameron tried and tried to go through that door, but House just wouldn't open it, she felt frustrated.

Cameron knew that she still had feelings for House, but did House still have it for her? Could she possibly wait this long for House? What if he never…

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When Cameron woke up the next morning, she could smell something wonderful from the kitchen. She folded the blanket neatly, and then walked toward the kitchen to find out what happened. Inside was House, already dressed, making breakfast and coffee.

"Morning, sleepy-head. Glad you finally woke up." House greeted her. "I thought I was going to play some kind of planks on you in order to get up."

Cameron blushed slightly, "Morning."

"The rain stopped."

"I noticed." Cameron replied, "I guess I can go now. Keys?" She held her hand out.

House stared at the hand, "Huh?"

"My keys? My car keys that you took last night?" Cameron reminded House.

"I will give it back to you as soon as you are done with your breakfast." House said shortly, pointed at the cup of coffee and toast with eggs.


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