A/N: Yeah, I know. I suck at updates. But I would like to promise I will never make you wait this long again! Hugs and kisses for hanging in here with me! As usual I don't own anything, it's not mine, blah blah blah.

Cameron was back at work. It had been 2 months since she had confessed to House the secrets about her past and the guilt she carried with her everyday because of it. House had pushed for her to see a psychiatrist, much to Cameron's shock. The Psychiatrist was a sweet woman named Eva, who prescribed her a large dose of Zoloft and a small dose of Xanax to help her with her panic attacks. Cameron had started to try and work through her guilt, but it was harder than she thought. Although she was functioning, going back to work, eating dinner with House, Wilson and Cuddy every now and then, going out for a quick drink with Foreman and Chase occasionally she still didn't feel "right". She couldn't explain it and had stopped trying to make Eva, House or anyone else understand. It felt to her like she was in the ocean trudging water and just waiting for the next huge wave to pull her under.

House had gone back to his apartment; although it was not unlike him to crash at Cameron's a night or two during the week. It was the only time she would force herself to sleep in her room in her own bed. She felt safer when House was crashed on the sofa. He worried about her. He knew she wasn't feeling right but he felt like he could do nothing to help her. Their relationship had evolved into…what? He wondered. It wasn't strictly work anymore. He wasn't her care giver. He was sort of her friend. He enjoyed her company, even when she wasn't good company by others standards. He liked that most nights she would rather curl up on the couch and watch a movie or play a card game then go out. He could see that she forced herself to go out for drinks or dinner with her friends but he believed as Eva did, that she needed to get out and about.

One night they were sitting on her couch, she curled against the arm of the couch, he with his feet propped up on the coffee table when he felt her shift in her sleep. She sat up and looked at the open patio doors as if contemplating.

"House?" She asked in a small voice. "Will you close the doors? I'm cold."

He didn't question it. He immediately stood up and closed them, watching her the whole time while completely expecting her to freak out at any moment, but she didn't. Instead when he sat down she curled herself into his side, slipping an arm around his stomach. Without thought he lifted his arm and brought her closer. Her breath evened out and he knew she had fallen asleep.

"Oh, shit." He said out loud. "You are one dumb cripple, House. You are soooooo beyond stupid."

He looked at the slight pout of the woman sleeping peacefully in his arms and sat his chin on top of her head. He was feeling something that he had fought against for years. He acknowledged it for about 5 seconds. It was love. And he knew he was totally screwed.

The next morning they woke up together. She looked up at him and smiled warily.

"You ok?" House asked softly. Softly? He thought to himself. When had he ever been soft?

"Yeah." Cameron replied. "I think I might be getting a sinus infection. My ears feel clogged."

"Well. Let's get to work then. You'll have an excuse to ignore the whinny patients."

She let out a little giggle and got ready to leave. He watched her walk to the bathroom and again had a warm feeling in his chest that rose to his cheeks.

Crap.

"WILSON!" He yelled slamming his friend's office door. "This is all your fault! I thought it might be Cameron's but it's not! It's yours! You and your sentimental bullshit!"

"Ooookkkkk. Um, what exactly is my fault?"

"Feelings. Bunny feelings. I thought it was Cameron's fault but the only feelings she feels are feelings of guilt over something that she couldn't have controlled. YOU on the other hand have an assortment and they rubbed off on me!"

Wilson was internally laughing.

"What exactly are your feelings? Did you love the episode of the Young in the Restless yesterday? I'm not really following you."

"I'm feeling feelings. For Cameron."

"Oh, like a big brother or a father maybe?" Wilson had to mess with him.

House shot him a look that could have killed.

"No idiot. Like the feelings she had for me. Before I took her on the date that was actually a date and deliberately sabotaged it."

"Ohhhhh…those kind of feelings." Wilson smirked.

"Yeah, those kind of feelings. And it's an incredibly bad idea. She's going through stuff, I'm an old, bitter, cripple…You can see how this is just the worst possible senerio ever."

"Maybe not." Wilson smiled. "I mean, come on House. I know that you've held a candle for her for years and this whole thing with her has just brought you closer whether you like it or not. You know she has feelings for you. The time will never be right to start a relationship. It never is. Just jump in and see how it goes."

House bounced his cane and bit the inside of his cheek. He knew Wilson was right. Now, how was he going to get out of this mess? Oh who was he kidding? There was no way out of this.

It happened the first time that day in the ER. She was writing a note on a patients chart when she was over come with dizziness. She grasped the counter she was standing at and closed her eyes as a wave of nausea hit her.

"Dr. Cameron? Are you ok?" One of the nurses asked.

"Yes I'm fine. I've been feeling under the weather. I think it's a sinus infection. Could you call Dr. Cuddy for me?"

Cuddy came to the ER and found Cameron sitting in a chair with a sheen of sweat across her brow.

"Hi Dr. Cuddy. I was wondering if I could go home. I feel like I got run over by a truck." She laughed.

"Absolutely. Do you want me to page House? I'm sure he's around here somewhere avoiding clinic duty."

Cameron thought about it for a minute and then relented. "Yeah, you probably should. I'm dizzy and probably shouldn't drive."

"He'll be thrilled." Cuddy laughed.

Cameron carefully got up to go sign out of the ER. She picked up her pen and signed her name to the check out but noticed her signature looked wrong and awkward.

"Hm." She thought. "That's weird."

A/N: Yeah, so my muse is back. The next time I go so long without updating, someone PM me and kick my butt.