Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House Characters, only the random ones I throw in there.

ImmerRhaspsodie- I get what you're trying to say, but him liking Cameron isn't a random thing, House has always had a thing for him, and the episode with Cuddy stripping, his subconscious mind didn't even care to focus on it.

Chapter 10

House woke up to an empty bed. Looking slowly around the room and listening keenly to any noise. He concluded that the house was empty. He sat for a moment pondering the idea that he had dreamed the night before, the cake and everything included. It's not like he hadn't had a few fantasy dreams about Allison before but they were...different. He had fantasied her stripping down from a little santa outfit, including the long boots that came to high thigh. Well enough of that dream and on to reality. He was pretty sure that it happened, but he didn't expect Cameron just to leave in the morning without a word. She seemed more clingy then that.

He wasn't going to dwell on it at the moment, so he decided to take a shower and head off to work. With his usually slow pace House arrived at work two hours late. He just had to enjoy the scenery, it was therapeutic, at least that was his response to Cuddy. Cuddy just sighed like she usually did and walked away without any strength to fight House. Though House couldn't help the look at her ass as she walked out of his office, old habits and all.

"House we have a patient." Thirteen came in and said. "I think it's Lupus."

"It's never Lupus."House muttered as he grabbed the file, the other two idiots and Foreman piled in the room. House looked at the chart and frowned. "Except this time, why do we even have a case?"

"Another special person with a large checkbook." Foreman said, House nodded.

"You know what to do. Now get out." They left the room without a word and House turned his gameboy on.

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Chase kissed Cameron on the cheek in the employee lounge. She flinched a little and he hesitated. She was probably still angry as hell. Chase sat down at the table beside her with and exasperated persona.

"Okay, I seriously don't know what I did wrong." Chase whined. Her gaze softened and she put her hand on his.

"I just want to be alone. Away from you right now, give me some space." She said. Chase belly dropped and he felt sick but he remained calm.

"Where are you going to stay?"

"I'll figure that out." She got up and left him with an apology. Chase, the grown man that he is felt like crying or killing someone at least but neither would help him.

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Cameron got out of her car with an overnight bag and knocked on House's door. She didn't expect him to look for her today but she wasn't going to let that stop her. He opened the door and eyed her questionably.

"What?" He asked knowing what it was. "The wombat kick you out." He said with only a quarter of sarcasm, it had a serious caring tone to it surprisingly enough.

"I kicked myself out actually, now let me in." House decided not to argue and opened the door wider and stepped back. Without looking back or around Cameron went straight to the bedroom and threw her bag in. House followed her and leaned on the door jam.

"Well you're very assertive tonight and maybe to comfortable for my liking," He was getting uneasy with the , my house is your house, thing. Overall it didn't bug him that much. "So you plan on sleeping in my bed, huh?... What do I get in exchange?"

"If I told you it would spoil the surprise." This jolted House internally that maybe she had planned something. At that moment he noticed what a long coat she had on. And what was beneath it was not visible, if there was anything underneath it. As Cameron's zipper was being slowly dragged down, there came a knocking at the front door.

"Damn," House muttered, he knew that womanly knock anywhere. It was Wilson and he would come in unwelcome just the same. House limped down the hall, leaving Cameron in the room. He yanked open the door and looked out. Amber and Wilson were there with a bag of what looked like food. "No," Was all he could say to there faces. "I'm busy."

"I don't see any of you're hookers anywhere,"Wilson said looking over House's shoulder. "You like my cooking anyway." Amber stood looking around accessing. House didn't want to deal and slammed the door shut. Wilson came in anyways and started setting food up in the kitchen. House limped back to the bedroom and opened the door.

"Camer..."He stopped, there she was in a black tight little corset with red lacings and long black netted stocking. She looked inviting but House shook himself.

"Wilson and Amber are here, either get dressed and come out or stay here. It's up to you." This seemed abrupt but House was actually asking her wether or now she wanted people knowing she was in House's bed at all.

"I'll be out."

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She came out ten minutes later in a normal set of clothing. She met shocked faces but choose to ignore them as she made a plate of food. House looked sad at her clothing but didn't say anything.

"Hey, thanks for the food." She said to Wilson and Amber, they just nodded silently. Cameron never really liking Amber tried to start a conversation with her, which surprisingly worked, and it took the silence away from the table.

At this point everything seemed strangely normal, it seemed as though four friends had a casual dinner together. House looked human and sat and laughed with Wilson. Cameron had never really seen him like this, and it just made her like him more. The night wore on and was very pleasant actually.

"Okay now if you don't mind, I would like you both to leave. You both interrupted something... interesting. Now we'll see you another time."Cameron said. Wilson and Amber obliged and left with laughs.

"Okay, I'm giving you 10 minutes to change back."House warned looking at his watch.

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