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CHAPTER ELEVEN
ROOMMATE
The walls were the same yellow colour they had always been. Her bed was the same piece of furniture stuck in the corner of her bedroom. But, she was different. At least she felt different. After three years of pining, of playing cat and mouse, of wishing, she had succeeded. He asked her to stay. He wanted to try 'them.'
Her bed felt big and empty. This was the second night she hadn't spent with House; the second night alone.
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'I promise I won't leave you, House,' she said softly. The evening seemed so peaceful and calm. No one was in the parking lot, just them. They were 'them.' Finally.
House's blue orbs looked deeply into hers, as if he were trying to determine if she meant it. But, it wasn't his normal, quizzical 'I can tell you're lying' stare. It was shock, comfort, gratefulness, desire.
Cameron rested her head on his chest. His heart was beating...fast. She snaked her arms around his back, but instead of moving away or staring blankly into the distance, he engulfed her in his own muscular arms.
'Thank you,' he whispered into her hair. It smelled like peppermints.
Cameron was content to stay there forever, just holding each other in the pale moonlight. But, they eventually had to part. House moved toward his bike.
'You coming?' he asked, staring at her. She was still standing there under the light of the moon.
'I-I think I'm just going to go to my house tonight. I don't want to jinx it,' she called to him. 'Jinx it?' had she just said 'jinx it?'
House's face dropped a bit, but he kept looking at her.
'Maybe tomorrow big guy,' she said, walking to her car, not staying long enough to see his reaction. She needed time to process. So, she walked around the corner of the building, sat in a bench, and reflected on the recent events. She didn't know how long she stayed there, but she knew she heard the sound of a motorcycle ride off into the distance, and at least two other groups exited the restaurant.
It was beginning to get chilly, so she decided it was time to go home. She walked over to her car. For the first time since the accident, her leg didn't hurt. At all. Not even a dull pain. She smiled.
HHHHHHHHHHH
As she poured herself a cup of coffee, she wondered what she was going to do at work. She knew better than to think that he would treat her any differently. But, would he want people to know, or would he do his best to keep the relationship a secret? Would she be transferred out of Diagnostics and put in another department? She hoped that wouldn't happen.
The ride to work was long. Cars were deadlocked on every road she could possibly take to work. She wanted to go to work, even though she knew House wouldn't be there for at least another several hours.
When she finally arrived at the hospital, she immediately made her way to the Diagnostics Department. She figured no one would be there, seeing as though it was 6:30a.m. No lights were on, so she walked into the office and opened her laptop.
'Why are you here so early?' House voice asked as he walked into the conference room. She jumped in her seat, having not expected anyone to be in there with her.
'I'm always here this early,' she replied, 'Why are you here?'
'Wilson moved in,' he said.
'No, seriously, why are you here?'
'Seriously. He moved in because he and his wife are 'temporarily separated.' The man clips his toenails and blow dries his hair at 6:00 in the morning. I came here to sleep.'
'I'm sorry,' she said. House wasn't sure if she was sorry about Wilson moving in or Wilson getting yet another divorce.
'Do you want to grab lunch later?' House asked.
'Sure. I have clinic to do until 11, so why don't we meet then.' she said.
'Why do you do so much work at that clinic? It is the biggest waste of time ever.'
'Because I am really far behind, and unlike some people, I actually care about getting caught up.'
'Good-goody,' he teased.
At that time, Chase walked into the room, spotted House, backed out of the room, looked around, then entered the room again.
'W-What are you doing here this early?' he asked, dumbfounded by House's punctuality.
'Hooker. Promised she'd come to the office instead of my home,' he said deadpan. 'Same ol' House,' Cameron thought.
'O-K,' Chase said, taking a seat. 'Do we have a case?'
'Nope. You get to do my clinic hours though,' House said, throwing him his name tag.
'But, she was here first. Why didn't you make her go?' he asked pointing to Cameron.
'She's cuter,' he said. Cameron blushed a little.
'But, the clinic doesn't even open until 7:30. I still have, like, 45 minutes,' he protested.
'Um, I'm a bit behind on my charting. Have fun!' Chase groaned as he left the room. Cameron could have sworn she heard him curse House out under his breath.
'That was mean,' Cameron said, grinning.
'If there's only one of you, I can go to sleep without any conversation taking place in the next room. It is way to early for me to be awake. Goodnight,' he said, walking back into his office and plopping himself down on his couch.
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At 8:00, Cameron reluctantly made her way to the Clinic. The thing had only been open for a half an hour, and already the waiting room was full of patients, most of whom were gripping tissues.
'Carter, Ronnie,' she said. She groaned as the first of many tissue-fisted people stood up and followed her into exam room one.
The clock ticked by slowly, like molasses on a cold day. She diagnosed cold after cold after cold. Occasionally, there would be someone who came in with a muscle ache, but after realising he/she had just run several miles, the possible interest in the cases faded.
Finally, at 10:55, she walked out of the clinic and headed to the cafeteria. She looked around for House, but couldn't find him. She decided to order her food so she could grab them a table and wait for them.
'You are, once again, early,' House said, sneaking up behind her.
'You have got to stop doing that! I am going to drop something. Or turn around and slap you!' she laughed.
'I think I can handle your girl slaps,' he said. After paying for the food (or Cameron paying for both their meals), they made their way to one of the only open tables in the back.
'So, how was clinic today. Loads of fun?' House asked sarcastically.
'Tons. I don't know what I'd do without it.' She glared off into the distance, like someone would see her anger and get rid of the clinic, solving her problems.
'Come on, three hours, you have to have some interesting story,' he urged.
'Rhino viruses. They are about the extent of 'interesting' cases,' she paused for a moment. 'Well, actually, there was one guy who claimed he had megaloblastic anemia because he had a sore throat. He said all his symptoms were on the website he found.'
'He had, what, a cold?'
'Turns out, he was a basketball coach and he had just returned from a championship game.'
'Eww!' House shouted as he took a bite of his sandwich.
'What?'
'Idiotic people can't understand 'no pickles.' They are repulsive!'
'Pickles are good. Give me.' House gladly handed her the small green disks. 'Eggplant is repulsive. Pickles are fine.'
'You are sick.'
'Maybe I am,' she said as she plopped each of the pickles into her mouth. House pretended to cringe. 'You should stay at my place tonight. Wilson isn't there,' Cameron offered. 'And..I actually have real food.'
'Well, if you will make food, I will come.' He smiled at her.
'So, what are you doing the rest of the day?' she asked. He didn't have a case, and he would never willingly go to the clinic.
'Hiding from Cuddy,' he answered, chewing his food.
'I thought she found all of your good hiding places.'
'Not all of them. I still have some she will never think of. And no, you can't know them either.' Cameron rolled her eyes.
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6:00p.m. House and Cameron left the hospital together.
'I'll meet you at my place. You know where it is, right?'
'Why don't we just take my bike. I hear there is still major traffic.' Cameron thought for a moment, because she would need to leave her car there overnight. Then she remembered all of the idiotic drivers encountered on the way to work who didn't seem to realise that a green light meant 'go.'
'Okay. But, you only have one helmet.'
'You can use mine. I promise I won't crash, mommy. I'll be careful.' Cameron put her hands on her hips, but finally placed the helmet over her head.
House quickly mounted the bike and motioned for her to hop on behind him. Slowly she did, trying not to fall. She snaked her arms around his stomach and held on for dear life.
'If you kill us...' she began but was cut off by the roar of the motor. She squealed in surprise. House chuckled. For most of the ride, Cameron was petrified. Around every turn, she could have sworn the bike would tip over. She felt like she was moving faster than she ever had before on any road. House began to weave through stopped cars stuck in rush-hour traffic. Cameron always squished closer to him, thinking she was going to hit one of the numerous cars surrounding her. Finally, they reached Cameron's flat, and they both hopped off the bike.
'That was scary,' she said, handing the helmet to House. 'What if we had crashed into one of the parked cars!'
'We wouldn't have.'
'That was scary.'
'So you've said. But, you have to admit it was just a little fun,' he said. Cameron glared at him. Once she got over the initial fear of dying, it wasn't too horrible, but she didn't know if she would jump right to 'fun.'
'Let's go eat,' she said.
'You liked it,' he argued as they stepped into her house.
Cameron walked into the kitchen and started rattling off possible dinner choices. In the end, they settled on cereal.
'Everything we have, and you choose cereal,' she said pouring milk over Fruit Loops.
'You had Fruit Loops. I love Fruit Loops.'
'Are you eight?'
After eating their meal, Cameron decided she wanted to watch a video. She pulled out one of the James Bond videos, surprising House who had labelled her as a chick-flick or romance girl. Cameron curled into House's side as the show began. She rested her head on his chest. She felt completely comfortable; completely safe and at home. After a while, she felt like she was being watched. She looked up to see two deep blue eyes staring at her.
'What?'
'Nothing,' he said, trying to return his attention to the show on the TV.
Cameron reached up and kissed him gently along his jawline. House responded, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She pivoted in her seat to face him, deepening the kiss. House reached out and cupped her face in his hands. Cameron straddled his thighs, mindful of his leg, but wanting to be closer to him. She reached her hand behind his neck and pulled his head closer to hers, his lips parting slightly. He kissed her deeply, passionately, like she'd always dreamed he would. She slid her hands under his tee-shirt and ripped if over his head. She kissed a trail down his chest and across his stomach.
At some point, Cameron walked into her bedroom, House following closely behind.
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