Chapter 10: A Good Knight

Upon reaching the bedroom, she tugs your arm turning you to face her. "I think it's your turn." She raises on her tiptoes to kiss you. You lean in to aid her effort, and your tongues mingle, the taste of dessert still coloring the flavor of the kiss.

Pulling back down, she slips her hands under your shirt, lifting it over your head and dropping it to the floor. Her mouth is teasing your collar bone, travelling lower to your nipples, where she pauses to lick each flicking the tip of her tongue quickly over them then blowing on each making them harden. Smiling at her work, she continues lower kissing a trail to the opening of your jeans.

Positioning herself on her knees before you, she looks up and admires your body as she rubs you through the denim fabric. Making eye contact, you exchange wicked smiles as she unbuttons your pants, and slowly unzips your fly.

Spreading the opening, she pulls your underwear down, freeing your hardening cock. "I love your penis. It's beautiful." She says planting soft kisses on it as it twitches, filling with blood.

"I've heard my dick called many things, but this has to be the first time anyone has called it beautiful." You say playfully as you lightly finger her blond locks and watch the erotic scene unfolding before you.

"Well, it is. I especially like your birthmark." She traces over it lightly as you continue to grow, now nearly at full attention. "It's very unique and sexy. I also prefer my men to be uncut. That was a pleasant surprise. Most American men aren't… intact." She takes you in her mouth, which sends an overwhelming jolt of heat coursing through your abdomen. More blood rushes to your member causing it to become rock hard in her warm, wet mouth.

She pulls away with a plop, and looks up at you. "Greg, I want to suck you off." Licking you like a cone of soft serve, she continues "I want to take my time with you," another long lick "and then I want you to come in my mouth." She takes you all the way into her throat to make the point. Then back out again. "I want to give you the kind of attention you've been giving me."

Then she is sucking you again. Slowly. Looking up at you, you can see she enjoys having this power over you. You resist grabbing her hair and fucking her mouth hard, but it takes a great degree of willpower, instead placing a hand on her head. Fuuuck. Your legs are getting weak.

"Allison. Oooohh, fuck. Sstt. Ahhh… bed baby. I need to lie… oh shiiiiit yes… down."

Thrusting her head to you once more slowly, you can feel her lips, the ridges of the roof of her mouth, the texture of her tongue, as she takes you completely into her mouth down to the balls. Fuck. You know that is no easy task. Even the working girls can't always deep throat a man of your size, not to mention your girth. God, it's like she doesn't even have a gag reflex! A hum, causes you to shudder with waves of euphoria. Pulling away once more, she rises to her feet and leads you to the bed.

You finish disrobing before you sit down. She watches you as you pull yourself to the center of the bed, propping pillows against the headboard, and leaning back to sit up against them. Grabbing your cock, you start stroking it as she watches, and begins her own striptease.

Taking off her shirt and bra, she stops for a moment to tease her own nipples. She places a finger in her mouth, sucking on it, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. Removing it, she uses the wet digit to stroke one areola, then repeating the action for the other. Both nipples rise to full peeks and she pinches them both, causing her head to toss back as she enjoys her self-stimulation.

Now this is how you define beautiful. You love watching her. What man wouldn't; you're visual creatures.

Tracing a finger slowly down her body, she returns her eyes to yours. As she reaches her waistband, she slides her hand inside, letting it travel further south. Her eyes roll back and her mouth opens, indicating she has reached her goal. Her other hand, still attending her breasts.

You stop stroking for a moment and squeeze your cock as it throbs. You don't want to come yet. She wants you to come in her mouth and that is exactly what you plan on doing. The thought of her swallowing your seed turns you on. She has given you head several times, but you've always ended with sex. The idea of her getting off by orally gratifying you is so fucking hot you could come at the thought of it.

"Goddamn, Allison. You're so fucking beautiful. Get fucking naked. I want you to fuck yourself for me. I want to watch you suck my cock, while you give yourself an orgasm. Will you do that for me?"

You don't have to ask twice. Her eyes darken with lust as you tell her what you want. She makes short work of her pants and panties, and climbs in the bed straddling you. She leans down to kiss you, and you grab her ass as she does. Pulling her down, to rub her wet labia against the shaft of your cock, all the while careful to not enter her. She sucks in her breath at the contact, exhaling in a moan.

You release her a moment later and she begins licking her way down your torso, stopping suddenly. Just as you think she is going to take you into her mouth once more, she turns herself, placing her ass and pussy inches in front of your face. She places a finger between her folds and strokes slowly, giving you a front row seat to the show. Your focus turns to her glistening labia, just as a jolt of pleasure courses over you because she is sucking you once more.

You are taken aback by her strength again. Holding herself up over you with one arm, while she sucks you and fingers herself, is no easy task, but she performs like a pro. Her fingers move forward to her clit, circling fiercely. She is close, and so are you. Her support arm begins to shake so you slide one hand down her wet folds. "Let me finish you." You command and she places her both hands to the bed and sucks your cock like it is her life's work. You add your other hand, dipping your fingers inside her to find her g-spot. She's so close, you can feel her body tensing, her sucking becoming less focused and erratic as she comes for you. Seconds later your head tosses back as you explode inside her mouth, calling her name. Just as you do, she grabs the base of your cock and squeezes, controlling your ejaculation and extending your orgasm.

She swallows every drop, and it is the most amazing feeling.

Letting your penis fall from her mouth, she licks it lovingly a few more times before turning back around to lie next to you. She snuggles up to your left side, lays her head on your shoulder, and wraps a leg over your left leg. Running your fingers through her hair, you turn your head and plant a soft kiss on her crown. "I am serious about us being able to retire from prostituting you out. I couldn't even begin afford to pay for that quality of blowjob from a women as hot as you." You sincerely compliment her, in your House way. It's crass, but it's true.

"Who says I'm not already moonlighting for an early retirement? I mean, sex is way more fun than setting a broken bone, or extracting a coke bottle out of some idiot's anus." She willingly plays back with you. You love that she seems impossible to offend.

Continuing your teasing, you reply to her seriously. "It's not right for you to not cut in your pimp. There are rules for a reason, you know."

She laughs at you openly, making you smile. "Oh, now you care about the rules; besides, I thought I was paying you in sex?"

"Nooo, sex with the talent is part of the standard pimp benefit package. Sort of like, medical and dental plans. The standard financial split is 70/30, in the pimp's favor, of course. Oh and I get to set your price and have final say in who gets to hire you. Right now, no customers are even close to your league, so you'll just have to keep practicing on me, until I find a John who can afford you." In seriousness, you hope to be the last man she fucks. The thought of actually sharing her turns your stomach to knots.

She snuggles up against you and rubs her still wet crotch against your hip. "Practice does make perfect."

Turning on your side to face her, you plant a kiss on her forehead, then hug her close to you. "I think you are already perfect."

You enter the kitchen this morning to find only a note.

G, Called in at 4am. :( Some guy came in tripping balls and stabbed one of my docs in the leg. Coffee's all ready to go, just turn on the pot. (I know how good you are at turning things on.) There is cereal in the cabinet. Sorry, no fruit loops. Don't forget to pack before work. You won't have much time later. See you at work. A

ER is the armpit of medicine, only just above clinic duty in your mind. Leave it to Cameron to find herself there, you muse as you make your way to the coffee pot to turn it on, smiling because of her comment as you do.

The two of you got a start on making plans for your weekend before you went to sleep. You have your regular appointment with Nolan in the late afternoon, Cameron will tag along and hang in the lobby to save time. Besides, Nolan mentioned last session he'd like to meet her if she said yes to your offer of a relationship.

Damn, her taste in cereal is pretty… adult, you think, as you grab some sort of extra fiber bran flakes from the cabinet. Pouring a bowl, you find the sugar by the coffee pot and add 3 spoonfuls before taking the milk from the fridge and drowning the flakes.

You continue to mull over the plans as you reluctantly consume high fiber cereal.

A road trip. You know you'd like to spend at least some time in New York. There's a blues concert you've been looking forward to. Concerts make great dates. Not so much emphasis on talking, but then again, kind of the whole purpose of the weekend is to talk, or at least get to know one another better away from your work. You'll have more than enough time for that, you muse.

Cameron's brother and his family live in Brooklyn, she suggested having dinner with them and crashing at their place on Saturday night. You do owe her sister-in-law a thank you for that red dress. But you are less thrilled about spending that much time around people you don't know. However, that is part of what you've signed yourself up for by getting into a relationship with someone who actually likes people in their family.

You've make reservations tonight at a B&B that is on the way to the city. You'll spend Saturday in New York, then play it by ear for Sunday and Monday.

Once you've finished eating the cereal, that you are now convinced may indeed be made of cardboard, you place the bowl in the sink and make your way back to the bedroom to start packing and finish dressing for work.

You'll have to stop by Wilson's on the way to get more clothes. Maybe you should to talk to Cameron about getting that bigger place sooner than later. There isn't even half enough space for your tennis shoes and, like all women, her closet is stuffed as it is with her clothing, leaving little room for much of yours.

You don't even get through the door of your office before your whole team is on you, informing you it is not lead poising. His liver is failing, heart rate and BP are erratic, and his heart had to be shocked back into rhythm twice during the night. Tossing your bookbag in your seat, you turn to them. Chase, looks a little hungover. The subtle signs of dehydration around his eyes, indicating he might not have taken the news completely in stride once he left. Barely peeking out from his collar is a red mark. A hickey.

You know this routine; drown your sorrows in booze and sex. But he's here today and all business otherwise. Good for him.

Twirling your cane to add a little flare to your delivery "There's only one thing left to do." Your team look at you questioning. "Thirteen, you and I are going back to middle earth. The rest of you try to make yourselves useful and not let the patient die while we're gone."

On the way into the the fairgrounds you notice a costume shop. Pulling your car in and parking, Thirteen give you a confused look "Why are we stopping here? You think there is something about his costume?"

"Nope." You say as you get out of the car and head for the front door. A puzzled Thirteen following wearily behind you.

Inside you are greeted by the owner. A short round man, addressing you in a less than convincing Old English accent. Twenty minutes later you both leave dressed fully in period appropriate attire, which you rented for the day on your hospital business AMEX. Cuddy is going to love getting this expense report. You so enjoy being bad.

God, it is good to be the boss. Thirteen had no desire to play along, but she did, because you are the boss. Now you not only get to play dress up, but you have a really great view of her breasts.

It is kind of disappointing that Cameron isn't the one you can drag along to play with you, but you'll get a much better view of her breasts later, so for now you take what you can get.

Once into the fair, you wander down the main dirt thoroughfare looking around for clues. Thirteen still looks incredibly uncomfortable. It's great.

"We're wasting our time." She says.

"Actually, I've already gotten good value." You reply, giving her cleavage another lingering look.

Rolling her eyes at your sexual harassment, she maintains "I told you, there's nothing here that could have caused any of his symptoms."

"No, you told me that you couldn't find anything here that could be causing the symptoms." God, do you have to constantly spell everything out for them? You think they'd be more observant by now.

"And now we're gonna find something new because we're in costume? We looked everywhere, tested everything. Just because Wilson's acting stupid doesn't mean we are." She argues, her last comment peaking your interest. You'd decided to let the Sam thing go, maybe you were hasty.

"Do you think he's making a mistake?" You ask her.

"Of course. But he'll figure it out, sooner or later. Hopefully, after a few weeks of great sex. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Speaking of ventures in great sex, how are things with you and Cameron?" She completely undercuts you with the last statement. You fail to hide your surprise, due to being caught so off guard.

Dammit, how does she know that?

Chase?

Maybe she was the shoulder he cried on last night. Good for him if he landed that. But no, you'd know if they fucked. You always know.

"Poison Ivy." She says matter of factly, as if she can read your thoughts. "I bumped into Cameron this morning, she has it on her neck, which is an odd place for one to have it, and not also have it on their arms or hands.

"But... you have it on your hand, and you've been the one wielding around the source. I'm guessing you transferred it from your right hand to her left neck after she gave you the sword.

"Add that to Cameron leaving the team the morning I saw her getting out of a cab, coming into work with your jacket in tow, your improved mood the last week or so, and top it all off with the fact that Chase came in hungover with all the trimmings of a one night stand, and you don't even mention it. Maybe because you know that you and Cameron are the reason behind it?"

Wow. She laid out the evidence like the climax of an episode of CSI. You see no point in denying it. "Now if I could get that kind of careful focus and attention on our patient maybe he'd be cured by now. I am assuming that Foreman and Taub still have no clue?"

"Not that I know of. I'd assume they'd be gossiping with me about it by now if they did." She answers sincerely, to your relief.

"Do you think I'm making a mistake?" You ask the same question of your relationship as you did of Wilson's. Hoping for a different answer.

Thirteen smiles at you, then answers. "With Cameron? No. She's always had it bad for you. Chase was the one to make the mistake in thinking he could make her fall out of love with you. I mean, I wasn't even there before they got together, but it was still obvious he was the consolation prize.

"I think the ball is in your court on this one. If you don't fuck it up, she'll be great for you. And she already knows what a colossal jerk you are. You'll have to be a complete idiot to fuck it up, and if you do that, then you deserve what you get."

You nod to her. Relieved to hear your own opinion echoed in her assessment. You really hope you can not fuck it up. "So, Cameron and I are trying to keep this to ourselves for a few weeks. Chase knows, Wilson knows, now you know. I know I am a complete ass when it comes to… well, everything really, but especially personal stuff, but would you keep this between us? If not for me, for Cameron?"

"Wow, House, that is actually really sweet." She says with a hint of disbelief, then gives you a wide smile. You roll your eyes, becoming increasingly insecure with the turn the in conversation.

A pungent aroma begins to assault your nostrils, giving you a great excuse to change the subject back to something more comfortable. "Do you smell that?"

"Yeah, it's the apothecary shop. And yes, Foreman and I already…" Leaving her talking to herself you quick-limp forward to the apothecary shop.

Fucking hemlock. What idiots. Wild carrots? Really? You are completely stunned at the stupidity of your fellow humans on a daily basis. Today is no different. Fucking hemlock.

Your afternoon was a whirlwind of investigation, testing, accusation, and still no answer. The hemlock is in his system, perhaps an accident, perhaps not. Either way the patient doesn't believe his 'king' would try to kill him. If not, why is he the only one sick?

The treatment makes him worse, not better. What the hell is going on? There is something else killing him. You retreat to your office to think. You lay in your lounge chair and pick up the sword again. It helps you think. You hold it up and stare at your reflection in the metal.

"Don't do it!" Lucas' voice draws you out of your thoughts as he walks into your office, large manila envelope in hand. "Whatever you're planning, especially if you're gonna use that thing. Geez." He indicates the sword.

Amused you feign nonchalance and reference the legend of King Arthur "It was just sitting in a stone."

Tossing the envelope onto your lap, he shifts gears to the subject of his visit. "Here. It's gonna cost extra, because of the level of detail that you wanted."

You look it over curiously, but don't open it. "Anything good? And by good, I, of course, mean bad."

Lucas sits on your desk as he continues. "Nope, pretty much your typical life. Married young, got divorced. Married a little less young, got divorced. She's been pretty successful in everything she's done, except marriage."

You think about the statement for a moment as you get up from your chair and stand in front of him. Sure sounds familiar.

"I didn't read her shrink's notes. Didn't seem right." Indicating there could be something there, Lucas bates you with the information.

You really like Lucas. It is so much easier to snoop on people with a professional. "But stealing them did."

Pretending offense Lucas puts up his hands. "Whoa, I didn't steal them. I found a way to obtain them."

A voice calls behind you. "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but you got a minute?" You turn to see Sam. Lucas answers her, jokingly.

"Sure." You give him a look, and he rises to leave. "Oh, him? Yeah, I was just leaving."

Once Lucas is out of the office, Sam continues. "I was just coming to see James. I saw you and thought I'd drop in and say thank you."

"For what?" You ask, puzzled by her meaning.

"For not freaking out on me. James told me you were worried. He also told me that you have been known to be a real…" She searches for a polite way to say it, so you finish for her.

"Ass? Jerk? Son of a bitch?"

"Yeah, one of those," she agrees then continues her point "when you are worried about him."

You come to a decision. You are going to tell her how you feel about it. If she gives a damn about Wilson, she'll understand, if not, fuck her anyway. You're not looking to be her friend.

"Look, Sam. I am a jerk. My first response to finding out who you were was to tell you 'you're a cold-hearted bitch, who ripped his heart out' and then do everything in my power to get rid of you." She looks hurt by this, but you continue. "I watched him struggle for years to overcome the damage you did and I'm afraid you'll reel him back in so you can do it all over again."

She is silent. "I want to be wrong about you. The problem is I'm not wrong that often. But, I want to believe that people can change. I'm working hard to change myself. I have to. I came to the breaking point last year, and I've been able to hold it together for ten months now with Wilson's help. And now I have Allison, and I want even more to believe I can be a better man than I have been the last ten years.

"Wilson is my best friend, he's really my only friend. He says you've changed. I think he is prone to being a sucker and a target. But I've decided to be not like me, and trust him to handle this himself. Just know that if you do hurt him, I'll make your life hell."

"Wow. I wasn't expecting that at all." She pauses for a moment then continues "Look, we do have one big thing in common. We care about James. He and I just reconnected and we don't really know where this is going, but it means a lot to both of us that you are giving us a chance to find out."

You nod to her as she turns to leave. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around."

It suddenly hits you. You smile and kiss the sword. Those aren't focal hepatic lesions on his liver, they're peliosis hepatis lesions. The erratic heart-rate is symptomatic of Endocarditis. Mix the two and you get steroids. The hemlock accelerated the damage. It fits.

You inform your team with time to spare to leave for your appointment with Nolan. Allison will already be home. You gather up your things from work. As you start to leave, you eye the envelope from Lucas. You really want to know what is inside, but you've made your decision. Tossing it in the trash you head to the garage and climb into your car. To bad you can't carry suitcases on your motorcycle; it would be a great weekend for a biking trip. Oh, well. Some other time, you think as you start the car and head for home, case solved, which means a distractionless weekend to look forward to.

Notes:

So this chapter concludes my remaking of 'Knight Fall' in a more Hameron image. There is more to come as we continue on through this alt version of season 6. I spent extra time on this episode because the introduction of Sam's character really began the downward spiral for House in terms of therapy and his overall mental health. The twist of him also entering into a romantic relationship at the same time really changes everything, because he's already depending on Wilson less and isn't continuing to pine over Cuddy.

I don't plan on writing over every remaining episode in this detail, but I hope you enjoyed my retelling of this tale. I'm personally looking forward to a little weekend vacation bonding time with our couple. :)

I hope folks are still reading, 's traffic stats seem to be broken the last few days, so it looks like no one is even opening the story at all. I highly doubt this, but it is still disconcerting. If you have a second, please drop me a note and let me know you're still out there.

As always, thanks to astavares for the beta, and for the fun House chat.