Hey there everyone, I'm sorry this one took me so long to post. I'd say that I've been extremely busy, but I'd be lying. I've just been feeling down about a lot of things lately, so I've found it difficult to get motivated to write. It's actually been such an issue that I had to change the direction of this chapter. It was originally meant to be very fluffy, but I just can't bring myself to write fluff right at the moment…I'm in an angsty mood. But anyway I'll stop being emo now heh…And I hope you all enjoy the next chapter :)

Somewhere Only We Know

Chapter Ten

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"I didn't come here for crying

Didn't come here to breakdown

It's just a dream of mine is coming to an end

And how can I blame you

When I built my world around

The hope that someday we'd be so much more than friends

And I don't wanna know the price I'm gonna pay for dreaming

When even now it's more than I can take"

...

Cameron sighed in exhaustion as she flopped herself down on the couch. Although she and Alex had moved into their new apartment almost a month ago, she'd only just finished unpacking. She looked around the living room proudly. The place was finally really looking like a home.

A smile graced her lips as she looked around the room at the paintings Alex had done, that she of course just had to frame and hang up. She could almost House in her head telling her that she was just as annoying as the other parents who gush lyrically about their child's achievements, even if all they really did was stick their fingers in paint and smudge it across the paper.

Her mind drifted back to House for the moment. Although they were still working at the same hospital, she basically hadn't spoken to him since he had come up with the miracle diagnosis that had saved Alex's life a month ago.

She had gone to his office to thank him the morning she discovered that the chemo was working for Alex, however he had been extremely cold to her, even beyond the realms of what was considered cold for House. After a few tension filled days, and one very intense encounter in the locker room later, he basically told her that Cuddy hadn't liked the amount of that they were spending together, and that if she was serious about getting the recently vacant head of immunology job at the hospital, then she should stay away from him.

At first she had been angry and slightly upset by the prospect. House was her friend, or at least a colleague, and she didn't like the idea of being told not to associate with him. However the more she thought about it, she more she realized that it was the best thing to do. She and Alex were settled in Princeton, so inevitably she really wanted that job…And more importantly, she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize House's relationship with Cuddy. It had seemed that it was a long time in the making, and she wanted them to be happy and reap the rewards. God knows that House deserved a little happiness after all the pain and torment that he had endured in his life up to this point.

She was suddenly distracted from her thoughts as her gaze came into contact with Alex who was sitting on the carpet, staring up at her. She smiled down to her son, she hadn't even seen him make his way into the room.

"Mommy, wook at me." He told her, as big grin inhabited his cute little features. Cameron couldn't help but smile when he did. The cancer had completely disappeared, and her son had never looked happier. His dark hair had almost completely grown back after the chemo, and his bright, blue eyes had a spark behind them that she couldn't remember ever seeing before.

She continued to smile down to her son, sitting up expectantly for what he was going to show her. She watched on as he gripped onto the coffee table, and slowly pulled himself up to his feet.

Cameron gasped. He was standing on his own.

"Look at you baby." She smiled in astonishment. "You're standing on your own!"

Having an idea, she quickly jumped up from the couch and went to stand a few meters away from her son. "Do you think you could try and walk over to me?" She asked him, crouching down to his level.

Alex watched her timidly for a moment, before the giant grin reappeared on his cute little face. Slowly, he let go of the supporting coffee table. He wobbled momentarily, before regaining his balance. He slowly brought one foot in front of the other as he approached his mother. He paused for a second as he almost fell again.

"Come on, you can do it." Cameron beamed to her son, holding her arms out for him.

He smiled and began walking towards her again, and jumped into her arms once he had closed the gap. Cameron hugged him with all she had. "That was wonderful Alex. I knew you could do it." She told him, happy beyond belief.

The little boy pulled back, and his smile turned into alarm as he saw his mother's eyes glistening with tears. "Mommy? Why are you cwying?" He asked her quickly.

"Because I'm just so proud of you." Cameron smiled down to him, rubbing his hair.

Alex watched her in confusion for a few moments, obviously too young to grasp the idea that tears could be used to represent happiness. He quickly let it go however, and hugged his mother again.

...

That night, House found himself alone in his condo sitting by his piano. It had begun raining about an hour ago. It pounded relentlessly on his window in a steady hum, looping over and over again. There were a few brief flashes of lightning here and there, and the occasional boom of thunder that would make him jump slightly on the piano bench.

He took a sip of his scotch, and sat it back down on top of the piano, moving his fingers back to the keys. He groaned momentarily as an unpleasant sounding note escaped from the instrument. He hadn't been playing well for a while now. He was feeling uninspired, and incredibly distracted.

He tried to tell himself that a certain immunologist wasn't the reason for the latter. However the more wrong notes he hit, the more times the tempo just didn't seem right, the harder it became to convince himself that she wasn't the reason for his distraction.

He missed her like hell, although if anyone had asked him, he'd deny it.

He missed her company…He missed their talks about pure crap, and their stupid little games that nobody else would find amusing. But most of all, he missed her, and that realization forced him to cringe and wonder whether he needed to make a trip to see Doctor Nolan.

It frustrated him that she was no longer living with Wilson, preventing him from just randomly dropping by without needing a reason…However the fact that Cuddy had been on his case about Cameron for the past month, stopping their interactions at work, frustrated him even more. He had brought that frightening realization upon himself a while ago that her presence there made PPTH almost bearable, and to have that taken away for the second time hurt almost as much as it had the first.

Although perhaps it was even harder this time, knowing that she was there, but not being able to see her. It was tantalizing, tempting, and completely out of reach. If it had been anyone other than Cameron he would have done as he usually had, and thrown caution to the wind and spent time with her, even against Cuddy's wishes. However the last thing he wanted to do was to have Cuddy on Cameron's case as well, especially when she was firmly in line for the head of immunology job.

He was suddenly brought out of his thoughts by a wrapping at the door. It was quite against the heavy rain outside, but still noticeable. He rolled his crystal blues limping over to the door in frustration, knowing that it could only possibly be Cuddy or Wilson, and he didn't particularly feel like being hospitable to either one tonight. There was a reason that he was at his own place tonight after all.

He pulled the door open, and his gaze became ensnarled by a sight that he hadn't been expecting. His expression turned from frustration to shock when he saw Cameron standing anxiously on the other side of the threshold, soaked from head to toe.

"Cameron?" He asked her in confusion as he took in her appearance. He long dark hair was soaked and clinging to her face, and her blue sweater was sagging a bit with the weight of the water.

"Can I come in?" She asked him apprehensively.

House nodded and stepped to the side, resisting the urge to make some remark about her showing up to his place wet. He watched as she looked around his apartment a few times, before looking back to him, an unreadable expression plastered across her pretty face.

He opened his mouth to ask her what the hell was wrong, but she beat him to it.

"He walked."

House quirked a brow at the trembling woman in confusion. "Who walked?" He asked her, pulling the front door closed, sensing her coldness that was obviously brought on by her soaked clothes.

"Alex." She clarified quickly. "He walked today. I was so excited, Wilson told me that I should go out somewhere tonight and he'd watch Alex." She paused for a moment as a smile graced her features. "I didn't know where else to go, so I thought I should come and tell you."

He continued to watch her skeptically. "So you walked here through the rain?"

Cameron quickly shook her head. "No." She laughed. "But I couldn't find a space close to your place so I had to walk a bit."

A smirk danced across his lips as he watched her fidget around, pushing a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "What makes you think that I'd be pleased to hear that your offspring has discovered the joys of doing something that I no longer can?"

"Because you're the reason he can." She smiled genuinely. "You saved his life."

He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes…Same old Cameron. His willpower was wearing down and it was getting harder and harder to deny whatever it was that was going on between them. The sexual tension had built up so greatly over the years that you could cut it with a knife, and for some strange, unexplainable reason, he had to fight every impulse not to just drop his cane right there, push her against the door, and kiss her breathless.

Shaking his head slightly, he resorted back to his safety blanket of sarcasm. "Next time you want to make me feel all warm and fuzzy, take a number."

Cameron smiled ruefully and offered him a small nod. She should have expected that to be his response. It really was stupid of her to come, but until now, she hadn't been able to properly thank him for saving her son's life. Well, she'd done that now. She'd accomplished what she'd come there to do…so why did she suddenly not want to leave?

"Well I just wanted to say thank you." She told him, suddenly aware of the chill that was permeating her drenched body. "Have a good night House." She added, before turning her back to him on her way to the door.

He watched her turn to leave at a complete loss of what to say or do, memories of three years ago in his office flooding back to him. This couldn't be happening again. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Wasn't the way it was supposed to end. He couldn't accept it…Wouldn't accept it. Not now, not after everything that had happened.

Before he even allowed himself to analyze the situation, he dropped his cane, grabbed her hand, and spun her around as he crashed his lips down upon hers. His strong arms were holding her waist tightly, almost as if he was scared that she'd try to run away. He felt her inhale sharply through her nose, her eyes going wide in shock before snapping shut. The moment she recovered however, her hands wound their way around his neck, pulling him down harder to her lips.

There was nothing slow about it, nothing tender, no hesitation, nor savoring of the moment. It was forceful, aching, full of destiny denied and passion intensified.

They kissed one another with the realization that they probably would never be able to again…Like they knew that all that was left for them were a few desperate moments stolen in House's apartment.

But that's what love was.

It wasn't about the softness of a tender kiss against your collarbone, or the lyrics of a song that could make love to your ears.

It was about the gnashing of teeth, the crashing of limbs, the sharpness and the soreness of two hearts colliding, and the dance of hope and despair, wreaking havoc with your internal wiring.

It was about promising heaven but giving hell.

It was about leaking frustration from your pores and tripping over sentences.

It was about an ache that never stopped hurting, even with infinite amounts of Vicodin.

"This is so wrong." Cameron mumbled against his lips as House backed her back against his bookshelf, copies of medical journals hitting the floor in a crash at the sudden impact.

His large hands were playing at the hem of her sweater as he kissed her hungrily. "I know." He said breathlessly, pulling the wet piece of fabric over her head before crashing his lips down to hers once again.

Suddenly feeling incredibly underdressed, Cameron's tiny fingers started working on the buttons of his shirt, never pulling away from the kiss. "Cuddy is so much better for you."

"I know." He repeated, shrugging off his shirt, a small groan escaping his throat as his bare chest collided with hers. She was covered in goose bumps, however not many would argue that it was due to her wet clothes.

A clash of thunder roared through the apartment, just as House pulled her to his lips once again. His hand diving into her wet hair as his tongue darted around her mouth, needing to taste every possible inch of her.

Barely breaking contact, Cameron pushed them from the bookshelf, and started to push him towards the hall. "Even at a time like this, I still can't shut up." She breathed.

"I know." He grinned against her mouth.

And with that, she flung her arms around his neck and pulled him flush against her…Their lips meeting in a crashing kiss as House pulled them into his bedroom.