Author's Note: Good evening, everyone. It has been way too damned long (over 3 years!) since I touched this fic and for that, I truly apologize. With the demise of my HOUSE Muses long before the show itself went off, the idea of writing in the fandom, especially for my ship that was so cruelly destroyed for no good reason made me feel burdened. But, with my new FFN system (and an overabundance of free time due my being out of high school finally…), I believe that not only can I come up with a Monday to Sunday chain of chapters for this story this week, I may be able to finish it this week, too. Thank you very much for not giving up on this story and I hope you guys will still enjoy what I can come up with.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
"…still going strong…been 6 months…"
"…no one's stupid enough to try and screw things up between them after what happened with Chase. I heard that House got him deported…"
"…maybe they're in it for the long haul…can you imagine them getting married?"
"…more power to her…"
House leaned against of the brick wall watching as she tended to the idiotic masses inside the Clinic. Sometimes she was gentle, other times she was firm, and when a kid came in…he hadn't been lying that day. Seeing her with Noah, holding the little rugrat and seeing eyes that could easily belong to Cameron didn't suck at all. He couldn't help but imagine her all swollen and soft with their baby in her, a kid with his eyes and her hair…
Only with her, though. The thought of making even hypothetical babies with someone else gave him the hives.
She turned over the last patient in the waiting room to a nurse and finally looked his way. A small smile curved her lips and soon, she was right in his personal space. She had on a simple dark gray wrap dress, white tights, and black schoolteacher heels. Her hair was held up by a couple of pencils and he wanted to undo it. The tie of her dress could come open with one good tug, showing off the canary yellow underwear he knew were underneath…
"Do we have a case?"
"No."
"Are you in trouble with Cuddy again?"
"Oh, like she's got time to get her knickers in a twist these days? Jimbo barely lets her up for air."
"True. So, what? You just came down here to find and stare at me like the Phantom of the Opera?"
He snorted and grabbed her wrist, leading her towards the elevator. The Greek Chorus of Nurses started whispering amongst themselves again ("…did you see that?" "Yeah…can you say nooner?") and she was looking at him with confused amusement as he brought into the back parts of the hospital. After a certain point, PPTH's bustle ended and there were all sorts of little rooms. Some of them were old exam rooms, some were on-call rooms that would be used for R&R (and the occasional F for some people…), and some were storage rooms.
"You're not dragging me off to kill me, are you?"
"Of course not. If I was going to kill you, I'd strangle during sex in your bed like a good psychopath. I just…want to show you something."
"What is it?"
House nudged the door open with his cane and she let a surprised gasp.
"You can't really be surprised that I have a place like this here. Not even Jimmy knows about it."
He had taken over an old on-call room shortly after arriving at PPTH and it served as an oasis (or anti Dragon Lady bunker) when things got too overwhelming. He kept a mini fridge, an old TV with a DVD player on a table, various changes of clothes, and a large mattress covered with a variety of pillows and blankets from his old traveling days.
"I'm not good with words, especially the warm lovey-dovey shit that you're supposed to do in a relationship but actions I can do. I'm showing you my space because I want it to be our space. You can bring enough stuff to be comfortable but no blabbing to everyone, okay?"
A very soft smile curved her lips and he moaned as those lips pressed against his.
Score one for the crippled bastards back home.
