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Warmth…

That's all I felt right now. Comforting warmth.

My eyes were closed, but just barely, and I could feel a content smile on my face. Warm arms wrapped themselves around me as I snuggled closer to the body they belonged to. All the worry had disappeared; everything that could possibly go wrong was now impossible. I felt those warm arms shift and hands ran themselves through my hair.

"You awake?" he whispered gently into my ear. I just smiled and pretended to be asleep. When he started to move away, I rolled over and shot him a questioning look. "We have work today." He told me so matter-a-factly.

"I know…" I wrapped my arms around his waist. "But I don't wanna." I pouted. Whether he slept with me out of pity or he actually loved me, I wasn't sure. But either way, I didn't want to go to work, I didn't want House to bug me, and I didn't want this peaceful moment to end.

"You don't have to go, Al, but I do." My heart skipped a beat when he called me "Al". It sort of implies a relationship. But…I'm not sure if that's what I want. I really don't know WHAT I want…

"Why? Call in sick." I nuzzled close to him and purred.

"Wouldn't it be suspicious if we both missed work?" Damn!

"I guess….but I don't want you to leave." I allowed my tongue to slip out and flicked it along his ribs. I could hear him let out a little moan.

"Al, I really should get ready…" I sighed then continued, feeling a bit more confident in what I was doing.

"You can be late." And with that, we were at it again…

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After about three more rounds, we were both showered, dressed, and he was off to work. I had called in sick earlier. It was quite convincing, too. I coughed a little, pretended to attempt to open a pill bottle, and even forced myself to vomit, which sucked, but House needed proof. I'm sure he doesn't believe me, though.

Now what?

Usually, I'd be at work. Wilson and I both couldn't show up late. Nor could we both skip work. He told me he'd try to convince House he came to check on me. And I was really sick. I knew it wouldn't work, but who cares? Not much I can do now. I'll just ride it out.

It was really empty and quiet now with him gone. Things certainly didn't go how I'd prefer them to go. I'm just waiting for the horrid consequence. I can only pray Wilson will be okay. God! I should have warned him I was dangerous. Now his life is on the line.

Wait…maybe. Just maybe.

"Please don't kill him. I do care about him. And if you care about me, you won't kill him." I summoned as much confidence as I had for that last sentence, hoping with all my heart he was listening.

I lazed around the rest of the day. Television was boring, I have already read all the books I currently owned, and I can't go to the library right now. If House called, he'd expect me to answer. Even if I WAS sick and I was sleeping, he'd still expect an answer…

What does one do on a Wednesday?

Sleeping was the best option…Up the stairs again, into PJ's, and under the covers. I was out like a burned up light bulb.

I awoke around 10:30 that night to my cell phone ringing.

"…'Ello?" I yawned.

"Stop pretending. I know about you and Wilson shackin' up." Of course it was House.

"Let it go…Why'd you call 'nyways." I was slurring bad. Well, I just woke up; what do you expect? It seemed to take him forever to respond.

"So, you don't deny it?" He sounded like he'd just won some big prize. I was tempted to hang up on him.

"How's Celia?"

"Trying to change the subject, are we? First you were in loooove with me. Then you boinked Chased, now Wilson. Who's next? Cuddy. God, I'd love to see that." I'm sure he began some other sentence, but I'd never know for sure. The phone was shut and thrown across my floor. I mumbled, rolled over, and fell back into a deep sleep. I wouldn't realize it until later, but he sounded slightly jealous...

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Friday was finally here. Friday afternoon, to be precise. It has been three or four days, depending on how you look at it, since my first fling with Wilson. And it has been about two hours since my last fling with Wilson. House had been a pain in the ass, as I predicted he would be. And of course, with House yapping, Foreman and Chase soon found out. Chase seemed to pout a little, though I couldn't understand why. He had his own girlfriend to look after. Foreman...I don't know. It seemed like he already knew. Then again, Foreman always was a bit like House. And if House figured it out, so could he.

I was surprised, however, that my stalker had yet to hurt him. I guess I spoke too soon…

I was at home, trying to figure out what outfit to wear to the stupid mandatory Valentine's thing (Honestly, why did I bother? Once I took a shower, my stalker would leave some pretty thing out for me. I guess I was trying to busy myself, really…), when I noticed a neatly folded sheet of paper. My heart skipped a beat as I walked over, almost automatically, and picked up the paper. Of course, it was from my stalker. One should've already guessed that much. But it wasn't written as neatly as normal. In fact, it was quite messy.

"Princess

I'm not at all happy with your new…"friend", shall we say? You asked me not to kill him and, of course, I must obey your wish. But by no means believe that this is an easy task for me to accomplish. I will do everything in my power not to kill him; however, may I note, you never said anything about harming him.

We shall meet at the dance, my Love.

Forever Yours"

Many thoughts crossed my mind at that very moment. Harm Wilson! Not kill, but harm! He'd hurt Wilson? But not kill him? That certainly couldn't end well. I might prefer him dead to whatever torture my stalker could, and probably would, put him through. And then, obviously…Meet. At. The. Dance.

Shit!

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Sorry it's so short, but this just seemed like the perfect place to stop!!! I mean, continuing it here would have been a crime! Or something...anyways, the last chapter was long, so yeah! Heh...don't kill me!! I should have another chapter out tomorrow night at the latest!

I also have another fic. It's a comedy, kind of, and only one chapter. I came up with it very randomly...and I might have another fic out soon. I have an idea, I just need to figure out whether to center it around Cameron or Thirteen. It's basically the same story either way, but the plots are soooo different. I want to do both, but I'm not sure. I might do the Cam one first, since the plot on it is more developed...