Chapter 12

"Did we have plans today?" House asked Cameron as they lay in bed that evening. Whatever plans she did have for them were put aside due to Cuddy's tirade and their proclaiming, finally, their love for each other. They ended up going back to bed after their sexual escapade in the kitchen and stayed there for the rest of the day, only getting up to eat and take bathroom breaks.

"I was going to take you into town and show you some of the highlights."

"Mmm..." House grinned and began nibbling her neck. "What highlights are we talking about?"

"The Sears tower, Buckingham Fountain..."

"Is that the one from Married with Children?" he chuckled as he continued to nuzzle her neck, making her giggle.

"Yes, that's the one. There's also the Museum of Science which is definitely a must-see."

"We can go there tomorrow then. Science trumps a fountain anytime."

"Good. You'll love it. The place is huge. We can get a 3 day pass and take our time."

"It's that big?"

"Yes."

"Maybe we should get a hotel room downtown and stay there," he suggested. "Mm..hotel sex is hot."

"We could do that, too. There's a lot to see down there. It would certainly be easier than coming home at the end of each day."

"How far is downtown from here?"

"Almost an hour."

"Then we should definitely do that. Might throw Cuddy off our scent too, but I doubt it. She's relentless."

Cameron sighed and rested her cheek against his chest as he pulled her closer. "It's like they say, you don't know what you've got till it's gone. But she had her shot." Then she thought about it. "Did she really say she wished she didn't love you?"

House nodded. "Yup. Nice, huh?"

"More like mean. Who says that to a person?"

House shrugged and then rolled her onto her back with a surprise playful growl. "A self-centered bitch. But enough about her. I don't work for her anymore. We're done. I'm moving on and I hope she has the good sense to stay away and leave us alone. Nobody puts Baby in a corner."

Cameron burst into a fit of laughter, causing House to do the same. "You've seen that movie too many times, I think."

"Too many times. Now gimme some sugar, baby."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "What's with the movie quotes tonight?"

"Hey, don't diss the prowess of Bruce Campbell."

"Somehow it doesn't sound quite as funny coming from you."

"Can't quit the accent," he pointed out as he drew invisible designs on her hip.

"I wouldn't want you to. I love it," she smiled up at him as she gently touched his face. "I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered as he lowered his head and kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue into her mouth and his other hand between her legs.

She literally purred and wrapped both her arms around his neck to pull him closer, initiating what would surely be round 5 of their lovemaking for the day.

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House and Cameron packed a few things, threw them into her car and headed into town. House made the hotel reservations the night before while she slept so he wanted it to be a surprise where they stayed downtown. There were a lot of nice places to choose from, but he decided on tried and true classic, right in the middle of all the action.

"The Hard Rock Hotel, House?" Cameron laughed as he pulled up.

"The other places looked so...pretentious," he replied with an amused air of snobbery.

After checking in, they took a cab to the Museum and decided to take it slow the first day. House didn't want to overdo it and ruin the whole weekend so they took their time seeing everything.

"I haven't been here in years," Cameron sighed as she leaned against a wall. "I forgot how big the place is."

"Wanna take a break?" House inquired, still holding onto her hand as he came closer. "Funny, I would've thought it would be you asking me that," he chuckled.

"I didn't get much sleep last night," she smiled innocently. "A certain doctor had to have his way with me more than once."

House moved to stand in front of her as he placed his hands on the wall on either side of her. "Tell the old goat to leave you alone next time."

"But he's a sexy old goat," she laughed as she pulled him in for a kiss, completely oblivious to the approaching couple.

"Oh look, honey," Judy Cameron whispered to her husband, David, as they saw an older man in what looked to be a very romantic lip lock.

"Lovely," David groaned as he rolled his eyes. "The man looks old enough to be her father. And I can't see her face but she kind of reminds me of our Allison."

"Allison's in New Jersey," Judy reminded him.

"Then she has a damn good clone of herself. Let's move closer."

"No," she held back her husband. "Leave them alone. I'm sure they don't want an audience."

"If they don't want an audience, they shouldn't be making out in a public place."

"They're obviously in love. Remember those days, David?" she asked him with a sweet smile, to which he looked down and smiled back. "Every day."

Of course, all they could see was the back of House, but when he stepped back, Judy and David both gasped in complete surprise.

"Allison?"

Cameron froze, and House had never seen that look in her eyes before. It was a mixture of shock and, dare he say it, fear?

"It's my parents," she whispered to him.

"Oh shit," House nearly groaned.

"Be nice!" she hissed as her parents got closer and she let go of his hands.

"What a nice surprise! I thought you were in New Jersey taking care of the brilliant doctor," Judy said cheerily. Then she looked up at House, who was considerably taller. "But it looks as though you brought him back with you."

"Looks like she's taking very good care of him, indeed," David muttered as he looked House up and down with contempt. The man didn't look much younger than himself and he instantly felt the need to protect his daughter from him. Even though he knew it was silly to feel that way.

"Mom, Dad, this is Dr. Gregory House," Cameron proudly introduced as she gently pushed House forward. "Greg, these are my parents, Judy and David."

"Pleased to meet you," House said, somewhat stiffly as he shook both their hands. "You should be very proud of Cam...err Allison. She's turned into a fine doctor."

Judy and David exchanged confused glances, and Cameron knew why. "You're British?" Judy asked him.

"No, I'm not."

"Greg had a bit of an accident. He hit his head and it caused him to develop an English accent. Which he might never come out of."

"How extraordinary," Judy said in wonder. "You hear about this kind of thing on the news but never think it can actually happen to someone you know."

"You speak it like a native," David volunteered, and it was true. House's accent could convince anyone he was a born and bred Englishman.

"So they tell me," House sighed. "Unfortunately, I don't hear it myself. To me, my voice sounds normal."

"Amazing."

"Strange."

Cameron smiled at her parents. "Did you just get here?"

"No, we were actually going to have some lunch. Why don't you join us? Gregory?"

House blinked at the woman, not being used to anyone calling him by his first name unless it was his mother. It was a little unsettling to say the least.

"Sounds good."

"We know the perfect place," David told them. "Let's go. I'm starving."

House and Cameron followed along behind them. He had a feeling it was going to be a long afternoon.

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Wilson groaned as a loud banging awoke him. Pushing back the covers, he staggered to the door of his hotel room and wrenched it open.

"We have to convince House to come back to Princeton," Cuddy told him as she pushed past him and entered his room.

"Of course we do," Wilson replied, closing the door and rubbing the side of his face.

"This thing with Cameron is just sexual and he'll realize that," Cuddy continued. "He belongs in Princeton. He needs to stay where we can keep an eye on him."

Wilson shuffled over to the bed and sat down. "Why?"

"You know how he is. Cameron won't tell him no so who knows what insane things he'll do. He could end up back on the Vicodin."

"I can't see Cameron standing aside and doing nothing while he runs wild through Chicago taking huge quantities of Vicodin," Wilson told her.

"She doesn't know how to control him," Cuddy told him. "We do."

"Maybe that's the problem," Wilson replied thoughtfully. "Maybe that's why he's drawn to Cameron."

Cuddy folded her arms and looked at him sceptically.

"Maybe he doesn't want someone who is going to control him. Maybe, just maybe, he wants someone who is going to accept him and support him. The way Cameron does," Wilson said.

"No," Cuddy told him. "He needs to come back with us."

"I think he loves her," Wilson said. "But for so long he didn't think he could possibly have a relationship with her. Now he realizes he can."

"No. He and I were happy until he read that damn article," Cuddy countered.

Wilson got up and moved to stand in front of her. "Foreman got a Christmas card from Cameron. Apparently it's some sort of joke between them. House found out about it and asked me if I had gotten one from her. He was obsessed with that card. I tried to tell him that she had moved on and that she was happy. Then I got the medical journal with her article in it. I wanted to show him that she had moved on. The thing is, he hadn't moved on from her. The whole time he was with you, he thought about her; asked about her; talked about her."

"No," Cuddy repeated. "She's half his age. She's—"

"In love with him," Wilson finished for her. "She always has been."

Cuddy shook her head. "No."

"He wants to stay with her," Wilson said softly. "You have to let him go."

"No," Cuddy told him. "I waited over twenty years for him to make up his damn mind about me. I am not giving up."

"Lisa," Wilson began.

"No!"

He watched as she paced around his room. "Let's get packed up. We can have lunch downtown before our flight leaves," he told her gently.

"I'll go to lunch but we aren't leaving without House," she informed him. She strode to the door and left, slamming it behind her.

Wilson shook his head and started to get dressed.

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The restaurant was crowded and they had to wait for a table. As they waited, Wilson glanced around at the other patrons. He spotted House and Cameron with an older couple. Glancing at Cuddy, he wondered how he could get her out without her seeing them.

"House!" she called out.

"Shit," Wilson muttered as he followed her to the table where House and Cameron sat.

Wilson arrived just as Cuddy was launching into a tirade against Cameron.

"He has a head injury and you're dragging him around the city?" she asked Cameron.

"He wanted to go out," House told her archly.

"You should be resting," Cuddy told him. "This is exactly why you should come back with me. I can take care of you."

House rolled his eyes and Wilson took Cuddy's arm. "Let's go see if our table is ready," he told her.

"Who are you?" the older man asked.

"I'm terribly sorry," Wilson told him. "We're leaving."

"He is just using you," Cuddy told Cameron as Wilson pulled her away.

"What the hell was that?" he asked when he got her to the entrance of the restaurant. "Do you see how insane you're acting?"

"I'm not the one endangering House," she told him.

The hostess approached them. "Your table is ready, Doctor Wilson," she told him with a flirtatious smile.

"Thank you," Wilson told her. He turned to Cuddy. "Let's eat and then go back to the hotel and pack."

"I'm not leaving," she told him as she followed the hostess to their table. "Not without House."

Wilson sighed and followed her.


A/N: Tee hee. There be trouble brewin' :)